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In love with a criminal- Steve Harrington X reader

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➻Warnings 18+: Physical violence, slight angst, slight emotional abuse, office sex, 69, bed humping, female masturbation, skin scratching, cum eating, squirting, spanking, public touching. Findom.

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He was right, you knew he hated Billy. They had only fought once, your fears of Steve hurting Billy was something you cursed yourself for everytime they were around each other.

“Okay, well he found the clothes that you bought me today and he asked where I got them from. So I lied, I think he knew that because he started to get aggressive with me’’ you sighed, more tears falling down your face as you revealed the obvious red marks around your neck.

Steve’s body language changed instantly, falling down onto the sofa as he pounced up at once and disappearing upstairs. Calling out his name in desperation until he reappeared with his infamous wooden bat in his hands.

Not listening to you as he marched towards his maroon BMW, turning back and grabbing your face tightly. Roughly kissing your lips before getting inside.

‘’Do not move’’ he growled at you, his eyes were dark and angry.

You stood on his doorstep in tears as you watched him drive off, dropping dramatically to your knees in tears once the door was closed behind you. Pacing around the lower floor of his house, constantly thinking about where he was and whether he was hurting Billy.

Your feelings for Billy were still at some level of romantic interest, he was still your boyfriend but you knew something had changed since your close encounters with Steve Harrington.

The moment you disappeared from view, Steve’s angry emotions intensified. Loud aggressive music was blasting into the car, his wooden bat was sat in the passenger seat along with the small black bag that contained a few of favourite items. A gun, your ‘Sweetheart’ knife, a pack of cigarettes, a black balaclava and a recently procured red lacy thong of yours.

As he entered town, he slowed the car down avoiding the focused gaze of the feds. Since his recent incarection, the feds had been watching his every move. The recent robbery that you had slightly partook in was luckily hidden from the feds but as he grew closer to Billy’s second place of work, he noticed that the feds had disappeared from his view.

Glancing at the bat in his passenger seat, he knocked it on the floor beneath the seat and grabbed his black bag. Slinging it around his shoulder before leaving the car hidden from the building, he wanted to avoid being caught at any cost.

As well as being a lifeguard doing the daytime and weekends, Billy wanted to any chance to be away from home and so he got another job. This role was different to the Lifeguard job, he was required to work late which resulted in you spending more time with Steve than Billy.

Billy didn’t tell you much but as Steve stood inside, music blared loudly into his ear he felt like laughing.

He was a male stripper.

Billy happened to be on his break out the back when Steve shouted to the bartender that he was friends with you, Billy had spoken about you throughout the club. They were also in deep with Steve, this was not the place that Steve worked out of but many of the staff and customers were his. This meant that if Steve touched Billy whilst at work, none of the staff had the nerve to grass him up.

His reputation was known throughout town and if people weren’t in bed with him they reported him.

Billy was finishing his cigarette when Steve burst through the fire exit into the courtyard, startling him slightly. Instantly feelings of anger flowed through the veins of both men, their mutual hatred was showing as Billy took a swing at Steve. Grazing his nose before Steve grabbed his fist and swung it around his body twisting his arm, kicking him in the shins. As he fell to his knees in pain, Steve bent down meeting his face with his and smiled at him.

“If you ever lay your hands on her again like that, I won’t hesitate to hurt you anymore” Steve whispered into his ear, his hands squeezing Billy’s throat as he spoke.

Billy opened his mouth to speak but instead he spat heavily in Steve’s face, letting go of his throat Steve moved away quickly. Kicking his side before walking back through the noisy club, he nodded his head at the bartender before running towards his car.

Steve wiped the little blood from Billy’s nose from his face as he walked into the dark and colourful tattoo parlor. A regular at this tattoo parlor, he had gained small tattoos on his body over the years, you would kiss them at any chance you could. Chatting to the artist for a few moments before the needle began pressing into his skin, gasping from the slight irritation of the needle Steve lay there and thought of you.

Billy had no tattoos, he would always try to convince you had the tiny dot on his thigh from where the tattoo artist had started to make a design before he chickened out. But it was nothing compared to Steve.

Listening to the repetitive advice from the tattoo artist, he slipped an extra twenty dollars into their pocket before disappearing into his car. His mind fell to you again, his black bag had fallen onto the floor with the wooden bat as he sped through town.

It had gotten dark when his car pulled into the driveway of his house, you practically rushed to the doorway. Checking his body for marks, his eyes were dark and misty but as they met yours they softened.

‘’What happened? How is Billy? Is he hurt?’’ your voice was fast and mumbling, the panic in your eyes made him freeze.

Sighing, he shrugged and walked past you. Taking the black bag and his bat upstairs, lifting up the broken wooden panel under his bed and placing them inside. You followed him, still pestering with questions about Billy.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to be honest with you. He is slightly hurt but I told him not to touch you like that again’’ sighing, his eyes softened once more.

His arms rubbed yours hard as you stared at your feet, taking in the information about Billy. Your mind wandered with scenes of how beat up Billy was, biting your lip as you looked at Steve again.

“But is he bad?” your voice shook as tears spilled out onto your cheeks.

“Look, i’m no doctor but he probably has a few bruises, maybe a broken arm” he winced as you hugged him tightly.

Looking concerned, your eyebrows knitted together as you lifted up his black hoodie to expose the plastic coating over his new tattoo. You didn’t know about the tradition of getting a tattoo after every fight, this tattoo he was nervous about.

Your fingers grazed the outer layer of the tattoo, your eyes squinting to figure out the design and looking up at him for some form of answer.

“It’s a heart” his cheeks flushed red as he stuttered with a smile.

“What for?” the tears in your eyes had cleared as you gazed at the tattoo with curiosity, completely unaware who it was for.

“For you” he whispered, pushing your body into his. Trying to hide his embarrassment with a hug, you gasped pulling yourself out of the hug as your eyes scanned his face.

Smiling at him with giddy feelings, trying to register it. Your eyes flickered between him and the tattoo, grabbing his face and kissing him hard. He moved you onto his bed as he kissed you, his body weight on top of you as your legs slid perfectly around his waist.

His body pressed against yours as your hips began to move, gasping into his mouth from the friction. Your clit twitching as his pelvic bone hit against it, his cock growing more uncomfortable with every movement.

Your hands slid down to his trousers, pulling them eagerly off him to expose his throbbing cock close to your mouth. Practically salivating at the sight of it, you aligned your face closer and closer until his tip grazed your lips.

He groaned in pleasure as pre cum leaked between your lips and into your mouth, slowly taking his tip and seductively sucking. Your tongue moving between his folds as your eyes looked up at him.

All your mind could think of was the tattoo he got for you, the power of making him feel how you felt was driving you as gradually took every inch into your mouth.

Watching him twitch as your hands cupped his balls, his hips were angled into your mouth. His head tipped back as his hand gripped into your hair, guiding his cock in and out your mouth.

Humming as you moved your body out onto the bed, wiggling your ass into the air and catching his eye once more. Your hands stroked his cock as you pinched your cheeks together, making your mouth hole tighter and tighter around his cock.

Your clit throbbing against his mattress as you slowed your pace down, his body practically begged for faster movements.

“This feels so good Sweetheart, would you do something for me?” He whined, his eyes rolling back as your tongue circled his tip.

Nodding at him as the vibration of the word “yes” rippled across his cock, his hands pulled harder on your hair at the sensation.

“Grind, that wet cunt against the bed for me? Can you be a good girl for me?” He growled at you, his voice was deeper than usual.

You did as you were told, the material grinding against your clit felt incredible. Your moans were hot and heavy on his cock, producing more saliva that dripped out your mouth and onto the bed.

His eyes watched you as your hips moved quicker and quicker onto his bed, his eyes closing tightly as you felt him twitch.

He was close, knowing this you sped up on the bed. The sounds of the bed hitting the wall from your cunt made him moan louder.

Rubbing your wetness all over his bed covers with the sensation of his cock hitting the back of your throat made him cum hard.

You swallowed every bit of cum that he produced, your hips still grinding against the mattress. His hands pressed onto your cheeks as he forced your clit against the material, making your legs shake from the sensation.

Giving you no choice but to pleasure yourself, your moans turned into gasps as you grew closer and closer to your orgasm. Your jaw ached from his cock but as his nails dug into your cheeks, you forgot that pain.

Your legs twitched as you felt yourself cum hard over his bed covers, continuing to rub yourself with Steve’s help against the material until you came for a second time.

Rolling over you sighed happily, Steve spread your legs apart and buried his head between them. Licking every last bit of your cum off your cunt and into his mouth, your legs shut around his head as he sucked on your clit.

Your fingernails dug into his skin as your hips twitched, riding his face aggressively until you felt yourself cum for the third time. Completely defeated you collapsed onto the bed with a sigh, Steve wiped your cunt clean with his fingers and shoved down your throat.

“I love how you taste Sweetheart” he smirked, taking his fingers out of your mouth and kissed you.

Your lips touched until they were sore, your sadness had slipped away for a few moments. As you lay there talking with him, your hand in his the familiar feeling seeped back in. And your mind got lost in the idea of Billy being hurt, tears began to drop onto the pillow silently as Steve made dot-to-dot with your beauty moles.

His hands on your skin slowly relaxed you, the sound of his breathing as he dropped into sleep helped you follow him into sleep.

When you awoke, sunlight was streaming in through the gaps between his curtains. Your body filled with panic as you rushed to get changed, finding a pen and opening your book on his desk.

Circling the few words needed to spell out: It’s been a pleasure, see you soon. Sweetheart. Pink hearts circled the word Sweetheart, leaving on his desk you walked over to his sleeping body and kissed his cheek.

Once in your car, the feelings of panic and fear made your hands shake against the steering wheel as you drove home. Still in yesterday’s clothes as you tiptoed upstairs, it was 8:45 am on a Saturday and the house stood still.

You were able to change and quickly leave the house before waking anyone up, your nerves still causing your hands to shake as you made your way to Billy’s house.

Throwing rocks at his window always seemed to be romantic but right now, it was terrifying. His blonde curls stuck angrily out the caravan window, his body language softening slightly when he saw you.

Sitting awkwardly on his bed as he carried in two mugs of coffee, his face was bruised, his arm was loosely in a sling. You took your mug out his hand quickly as his wincing face made you sad.

“I’ve missed you” his voice was shaky, his eyes were sad as they looked at you.

He sat facing you on the spare chair with a mug next to him, your hands burning on the hot drink as you smiled weakly at him. Examining his body once more, you were sad that he got hurt but almost relieved that he may never touch you again like that.

“I’ve missed you too” taking a sip of your coffee, your true feelings were hidden by a burnt tongue.

You had missed him but nothing like you used to. He looked different in your eyes.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you, you know I get jealous. Especially around him” he stared into the contents of his mug, feeling sorry for himself.

“I understand, I should have told you about the money instead of hiding it” your hand reached out and touched his knee with a smile.

He nodded in agreement with you, feeling more relaxed after seeing him. You collapsed onto his bed, staring at the ceiling. Billy joined you not long after, his fingers tracing your skin making you giggle.

You and Billy always used to lie on the grass together and trace each other's skin, he always said he loved the way you felt. But as you lay next to him, your heart was full of sadness.

Billy’s body rose and fell as he drifted off into sleep, he was exhausted from the incident with Steve and working 2 jobs.

You kissed his cheek and tiptoed out the house, rarely staying with Billy whilst he slept. He would usually be asleep for a couple of hours on end and you really wanted to be at home.

Your family were noisily talking over the television when you arrived home, your mum was making food in the kitchen. Hugging and kissing your cheek with a loud “hello” she shoved some of the cooked food into your mouth.

Pointing to your book on the counter, between mouthfuls of food you understood her mumbles to be “that arrived for you early”. Your body began to shake as you stared at it in your hands, the crumpled overead pages,the discoloured front cover.

Smiling at her wearily before dashing upstairs, panting heavily as you forced it open. Hunting for the marked page, tracing your finger along the lines as your heart fluttered at the circles spelling out the words for you. Like you, he had covered the sentence with hearts.

T e n a t m i n e , S

Clutching the book with a sigh, you shoved it into your desk drawer with the rest of your gifts from Steve. The few notes sat messily inside, the bag of money was hidden at the back as your hands ran across them.

You had decided to use your favourite book as a way of communicating with him, hiding from the suspicions of Billy, your mum and the feds. Steve found the idea to be hot, sliding his hands down your body when you told him.

This has been the first reply you had received and it gave you a thrill, an even bigger secret.

Steve was full of surprises, something about the way his brain worked always left you speechless. You never felt unsafe with him.

Deciding to take your mind off Steve and Billy, you opened up your homework book and began to complete the tasks for the week. It grew dark when a soft knock vibrated against your door, your head was hurting from falling asleep among the wood and the thin paged book on your desk.

The door opened with a creak, your mum's smiling face peered round the door with a tray of food.

“Here you go darling, I also wondered how Billy was?” She smiled at you, her eyes were filled with worry at the mention of Billy.

Of course your mum would be wondering about Billy, their mutual crushes on each other were not subtle. She had heard about his accident in town the other day, you had noticed that her mood had dropped since then.

“Billy is okay, he’s got a few bruises but he’s alive” you sighed, smiling fakily at her.

“Well, you know I always had a weird feeling about that Steve Harrington” her voice was bitter and unapproving as she spoke about him.

“He’s not that bad mum, he’s quite nice actually” you spoke defensively towards your mum.

“Of course he’s nice to you” she laughed, tutting and leaving the room. Not giving you a chance to ask more.

Her words played on your mind as you ate the food she had given, your eyes stared at the draw of items from him.

Picking up the book off your desk, you routed through the enveloped money and shoved a few notes into your purse. The heavy necklace hitting your skin as you looked at it in the mirror each gem grazing your fingers.

You imagined Steve was behind you, kissing your neck as your hands slid down your body and into your underwear. Watching yourself in the mirror as your fingers touched your clit, the coolness of your hand against the hot throbbing cunt.

Your hands slid down between your folds, feeling how wet you had got just at the idea of Steve near you. Biting your lip as your finger played with your opening before returning and spanking your clit hard making you squeal and smirk.

Suppressing your moans as you played with your clit, pressing your hips against the wooden desk. Giving you support as you grinded against your fingers, closing your eyes tightly as your mind wandered to Steve. Images of Billy flickered between Steve, your eyes rolled back as your clot grew engorged and more sensitive.

“Oh fuck, Steve. I’m gonna cum” you panted, your body jerking against the desk as you rode yourself through your orgasm.

Coating your fingers with your cum, continuing to grind your cum coated clit against your fingers until you came for the second time. Smirking to yourself, you removed your fingers and sucked on them hard.

Washing your hand quickly in your bathroom sink, your family were still noisily talking downstairs. You hoped no one would question where you were going as you reached the door.

“Are you going out?” Your mum turned from the television with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m going to see Billy” you lied, biting your tongue as you smiled back.

You saw your mum look at the necklace around your neck but you had shut the door before you could hear her comment. Unable to start the car quick enough, you wheel span off the drive and rushed to Steve’s.

Hammering on the front door of his house, he opened almost instantly with his famous smile. A unlit cigarette in his mouth, you nervously laughed looking around before entering.

You never cared before but your gut feeling was telling you that someone had seen you.

His hand caressed your face and you melted, the feelings in your gut disappeared for a second.

Unlike with Billy, Steve felt safe. Maybe it was the idea that if anyone were to hurt you, he wouldn’t settle for it. No matter the consequences.

You had heard rumors for years that he was in love with you but you ignored them. Not wanting to believe something so tempting.

But as you stood in the middle of the entrance to his house, you wondered what it would be like to fall in love with someone like Steve Harrington.

His hand in yours as he led you upstairs, your words mumbled between breaths as his lips met yours on each step.

“You came here early Sweetheart” he seemed happy but breathless as he pushed you through his bedroom door.

“I needed to see you” you gasped, his hand was in your pants. Looking at you with a smirk, he felt your wet cunt.

Throwing you on the bed, pulling down your underwear to expose your cum soaked cunt. Shooting him an innocent look, as he buried his head between them.

“Someone has been making themselves cum I see” he mumbled between your folds as his tongue explored your entrance.

Your head hitting the soft cover as your hands tugged on his hair as his fingers played with your clit, his tongue sliding in and out of your entrance. Moaning loudly as your hips rode against his face, coating his face with your precummed face as your body shook.

‘’Get on my face, I want to taste you’’ you gasped, making eye contact with him.

Your hips bucked as he removed his face from your cunt and did as he was told, hovering over you with his hard cock. Extending your tongue out as his cock slid down your throat, his head resumed its position on your cunt as he began to moan.

Choking slightly as his cock hit the back of your throat, sometimes you forgot how big he was until you took him all into your mouth. Your hands cradled his balls, his tip tickled the back of your throat as you sloppily sucked on his cock. Your moans rippled across his cock as he thrusted deeper inside you, his tongue was sliding in and out of your entrance as his hand flicked your clit.

“Oh fuck Steve, I’m so close” you trembled, his cock twitched as your cunt pulsated against his face.

Riding yourself through to your orgasm, your moans and gasps vibrated against his cock as you came. Taking his cock faster into your mouth as you coated his face with your cum, he kept his face buried in between your legs until your tongue circled his tip.

He whimpered as his cock trembled between your lips, his cum suddenly hit the back of your throat making you swallow it all instantly. His head tilted upwards as he finished completely, gasping for breath as he rolled off you, his sweaty body fell next to you. Catching your own breath, you smiled and kissed his face.

“How about we go to a club?” Steve turned to you, his bare chest glistened with sweat.

“A club?” You shakily spoke, feeling nervous about being seen in public with Steve.

He parked outside your house as you rushed in to change, picking out one of the many dresses that Steve bought for you that one day.

His eyes practically popped out his face when he saw you, the emerald dress had a slit across your leg. Your heels made you wobble on the concrete, laughing as you climbed into the car.

Steve stuttered as his hand squeezed your thigh, he was wearing the only black suit he owned. As he rolled to the club, your nerves were on alert as his hand naturally slipped into yours.

It was busy and loud as you walked to the entrance door.

“Welcome Mr Harrington, right this way” the security at the door led you both through the club until you reached the VIP section.

The area was blocked off, you felt odd as you sat closer to Steve. His eyes were darting around the place, feeling slightly on edge. As he ordered you both some drinks, he mumbled something to the security by the rope.

After your drinks had been downed, you and Steve nestled closer together. His seductive whispering made your stomach flip, his hand sliding up your leg and grazed your underwear. Making you giggle, spreading your legs further apart allowing him more access when a security guard rushed over and demanded Steve’s attention.

Mumbling the words “he’s here”, Steve’s body stiffened. Grabbing hold of your hand and pulling you away from the table, you took one last look at the bar to notice that Billy had just walked in.

“Steve?” Your voice was filled with worry but confusion.

“Yes Sweetheart” he turned to face you in the dim light of the driver seat, you saw him shiver.

“Why were we here? And why did we leave?” Your curiosity growing as you examined his face, the shadows hid your nerves well.

“I own this club Sweetheart, I wanted to show you it. And I didn’t want your little boyfriend to see you here” he sighed, his hand sliding off the leather steer wheel and resumed its rightful place on your thigh.

“Do you have an office?” You asked, moving out of the shadows with a smirk.

“I do’’ his voice was low and hot, leaning forward to kiss you.

Taking you down the side alley of the club and the music got further away from your ears as he pushed you against the wall of the stairway. Unable to keep his hands off you, your back was hitting the cool and grimy blue wall as the double doors opened.

‘’Oh, sorry Mr Harrington’’ the bartender from this morning when Steve found Billy, feeling embarrassed to have caught his new boss with you.

‘’That’s okay, Sweetheart, do you want to head on up? I’m just going to chat with Sonny here for a second okay’’ he turned to you whispering, his hand slipping out of yours and as he smiled at you.

Feeling nervous and slightly lost, you continued up the stairs until you reached a blue door with an ‘office’ sign on it and pushed it open. There was a big glass window that showed the club below, the mixture of lights hitting the walls around you. Your eyes moved onto each person downstairs until you found Billy, serving an attractive redhead by their body language you could sense that he was flirting. He leant across the bar, you could see his hand touch her face as he closed the gap between them and kissed her.

Even though you were standing waiting for Steve in the club he had presumably just bought with a tattoo dedicated for you on his body, seeing Billy with another woman practically in front of you broke you.

In that moment Steve walked in, feeling confident as he swaned in and gestured to the surroundings. He sat down on the black wheeled chair by the desk, watching you gaze at Billy through the glass.

“Fuck me, Steve” your voice full of hurt and anger as you pushed yourself onto him.

Fumbling over his suit trousers, his belt hitting the metal armrests of the chair as you straddled him. Grinding hard against his crotch, kissing his neck passionately until you felt his cock grow harder against your cunt.

His hand explored your body, pinching every bit of skin he could hold onto. Moaning softly into your mouth as you roughly kissed him, your clit was throbbing against his cock as you continued to grind faster and faster until your body jolted and you felt yourself cum. Just needing to feel something, you slid your hand up and down on his cock before removing it from his boxes and playing with your clit and entrance.

The position was awkward, standing up you seductively wiggled your ass over the desk. The dress still clinging to your body as his fingers played with your clit, your hips bucking as his tip slowly edged itself inside you. Your hands grasping onto the desk tightly as he filled up your walls with his big cock, the movements knocked piles of paperwork onto the fall.

Your moans echoing in the cool room, the lights still bouncing off every wall as his cock hit your soft spot. Your hips moved back onto his cock as your clit grinded against his hand on the edge of the desk, your eyes tightly closed as your cunt grew wetter and wetter.

“Oh fuck Steve. Give me your cock, I need it. ’’ You whimpered, the feelings of anger and hurt from Billy disappeared with every thrust.

Steve moved his hand from your clit as spanked your ass hard, feeling it jiggle against his cock. He sped up his thrusting, hitting your walls harder and harder. Your moans grew louder and more guttural as your body moved hard against the weak wooden desk.

“Oh my god, fuck. You know I love it when you tighten yourself around my cock, you’re so naughty. Making me fuck you in my new office’’ he groaned as you clenched your cunt around his cock as he slid in and out of you.

Pushing your head onto the desk, thankfully there was a small pile of papers to soften your fall. Your eyes rolled back as he hit your soft spot hard, your legs buckling against the desk as you felt yourself cum. Squirting hard against his cock, making it drip loudly onto the conceted flooring as he leant back to watch as you continued to squirt hard. Your groans turned into gasps as your body tingled your intense sensation.

Every thrust was more intense than the one before until you felt his cock twitch inside you, regaining energy from cumming hard you slid your hips back onto his cock. His moans were loud and sudden as his tip hit your wet dripping spot, his hands were spanking your ass hard against his cock.

“Are you going to cum Steve? Cum in my wet cunt in the middle of your office, have your cum drip down my legs as you speak to your staff huh? That would be naughty wouldn’t it?’’ you moaned, your arms weakly grasping onto the desk as hard as you could.

He groaned “fuck” broken and loud as his cock continued to twitch, slamming your hips into his as he exploded inside you. Filling up your dripping cunt with his cum, bending backwards to watch himself fuck his cum back inside you until his cock limply slipped out of you.

You wiggled your ass in the air as some of the leftover cum slid down your legs, you turned around to face him with a smile. His hands cupped your face and kissed you, his tongue shoved through your lips into your mouth and played with yours.

As he looked at you, his eyes were soft and filled with something more than lust. You wondered if he was hesitating to say something like “I love you” but he pressed his head against your forehead and closed his eyes.

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realangelahernandez · 4 months

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He thinks it’s real fancy Steve

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friendoftheknife · 1 year

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thissortofsorcery · 1 year

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I can so imagine a scenario where Billy and Steve have been screwing around for months, like months, and while Billy has plenty of experience with sex, he’s never slept with anyone quite like Steve.

Steve who holds his hand during sex, Steve who gets off on Billy’s pleasure, Steve who kisses him before and after and during, who likes cuddling, who doesn’t avoid being seen with Billy at all and actually starts hanging out with Billy at school and out of it, who invites him to play basketball in the park and to get food after, and to stay over at his house like every weekend.

Naturally, Billy thinks they’re dating.

But they never talk about it. Somehow, for months of this, it never comes up in conversation how to define their relationship. It’s not exactly necessary, both of them being content as they are with what they have with each other. Whatever they think it is.

Until, of course…

Senior Prom.

Billy’s been dodging prom invitations left and right for two weeks now, leaving a trail of pouty glossed lips behind, claiming he has no interest in going to “the party equivalent of daytime tv”. Steve hasn’t said anything about it except a half-muttered comment that he went to Junior Prom with Nancy, after which he immediately changed the subject. Billy assumed he didn’t want to go either.

Which is why Billy’s surprised when he hears through the school grapevine that Becky Olson asked Steve to Prom and he said yes.

When Billy shows up at Steve’s house after school that day, he’s rage smoked half a pack of cigarettes and stewed in his anger all through the afternoon. Even Max heard about it all the way in the middle school, and offered to take Steve’s bat to his balls. Billy drops Max off at home after promising that if he doesn’t kill Steve, he’ll let her at him.

He lets himself into Steve’s house (Steve always leaves the door unlocked for him) and goes straight to Steve’s room (it’s routine by now), where he finds him sitting on his bed, going through cassette tapes.

“Hey, man,” Steve says. Entirely unconcerned.

Billy’s nostrils flare.

“What the fuck, Steve? Is that what you’re gonna say? ‘Hey, man’?”

Steve does look up then, and frowns at Billy, fucking confused. Like Billy’s saying nonsense.

“Yes? Hello? How was your day?” Steve says, nose scrunching up. “What am I supposed to say?”

Billy can’t fucking believe this. This whole time, Steve’s been so- Now he’s acting like he didn’t even do anything.

“Maybe start by telling me what the hell you’re thinking going to prom with some chick!” He yells, like he hasn’t been cursing her name for at least two hours.

Steve gets up from the bed then, runs a hand through his stupid hair, crosses his arms. Billy can see he’s closing himself off, going on the defensive right off the bat.

“Why are you mad at me about this? You don’t even wanna go,” Steve doesn’t raise his voice, but his words echo in the room same as a slap on his face would.

“I don’t know, Steve, maybe I��m mad my boyfriend’s going on a date with some girl!”

This isn’t making any fucking sense. Steve isn’t like this, an inconsiderate asshole going behind Billy’s back. He’s sweet. He’s always been sweet.

There’s something wrong here, and Billy can’t put his finger on it, and it just makes him angrier.

Steve rears back, brows going up, up, up towards his hairline, eyes wide, a sea of white around brown.

“Boyfriend?” He repeats. Licks his lips. “How- Why would you say boyfriend?”

Billy’s stomach sinks, takes everything in his abdominal cavity with it. He feels hollow, weighed down. All the fight has been sucked out of him.

That’s why the conversation felt off.

"Because we've been dating for like, three months, Steve," Billy says, or forces out, and his voice comes out shaky.

They were. He thought they were. Steve’s been- He holds Billy’s hand. They go on dates, as much as they can while staying under the radar. Billy stays over most weekends. It’s never been like this with anyone else, for Billy, not even in California. Even Before.

Steve’s eyes are still wide, but his eyebrows are doing the puppy dog thing, turned up at the inner corners like he’s hurt.

“I…” He starts, stops. Decides on something else. “We never talked about this.”

Billy rears back this time, feeling the sentence like a blow, and Steve follows him with a step forward, hand reaching out.

“I mean- shit,” Steve says, stammers, runs a hand down his face. “I didn’t know you felt that way. About me. I thought you didn’t-”

“What the fuck did you think when we were going on fucking dates, Steve?!”

“You’re my best friend!” Steve says, and it stings. “We do everything together!”

“And suck each other’s dicks, too!”

“I thought-”

“Thought what, this was some friends with benefits shit? If you’re my best friend and we’re boning, how’s that different from a relationship, Steve?!”

“We never talked about it!” Steve finally raises his voice, and the sound of it stuns Billy.

Steve makes an aborted motion with his hand, then again, before closing it into a fist by his side. He rubs at his eyes with his other hand, but not before Billy sees they are wet.

“I’m not going to assume you’re in love with me, Billy! What if I’m wrong? What if I spend months thinking you love me and it turns out to be bullshit?”

Steve’s breathing hard as he finishes speaking, cheeks blotchy red, and hands shaking. He looks terrified right now, terrified Billy’s going to give up on him and leave, going by how he glances from Billy to the door; terrified he’s hurting Billy, because he keeps reaching out but doesn’t step any closer.

Billy feels something click, then, a piece of the puzzle that was grating on him with jagged edges smooths outs and slots into place. That’s the Steve he knows, with his head tangled in so many feelings he can’t parse them out, but never uncaring. Never cold.

“Well, I do,” Billy says, stepping closer to Steve.

He walk forward until their toes are almost touching, until Steve has to tilt his head down to look Billy in the eye. Billy takes a breath and raises an eyebrow, raises his chin, gives Steve his best smirk like wants to eat him alive. Takes a chance.

“I do love you. Whatcha gonna do about it?”

Steve’s eyes jump between his, mouth parted, like a man lost searching for something. Like he’s looking at something holy. Billy feels tentative fingertips at his elbows, then fingers running up his triceps, until finally one of Steve’s hands closes around his arm. The other continues up, up, a long tingling line to his neck, and Steve cups his jaw like something precious. Rubs his thumb on Billy’s cheekbone, feather light, but Billy feels it like a brand.

“You mean it?” Steve’s voice comes out in a ragged whisper, breath spilling over Billy’s lips.

“I do.” They’re so close. Billy wants to take in all of Steve’s face, the way he’s looking at Billy, with his eyes half lidded and his lips parted, like he’s everything Steve could ever want.

“Basketball in the park,” Steve says, out of nowhere, voice still low. “In February. You complained about the cold the whole time but you still kicked my ass. I bought you a burger at the diner, after. That was our first date.”

Billy’s face splits into a grin so wide his cheeks hurt, and he bunches his hands in Steve’s dumb polo shirt, pulls him closer until Steve has to lean down those two inches to press their foreheads together.

“I love you,” Steve whispers against Billy’s lips, “I’m so in love with you.”

Billy nods, barely moving his head, unwilling to part where they’re touching, “‘m in love with you.”

Their lips really touch then, feeling like the first time even if they’ve kissed a thousand times before, are as familiar with each other’s mouths as they are with their own.

The scrape of Steve’s teeth against Billy’s bottom lip pulls a moan out of Billy, and he presses himself tighter to Steve’s body, pulls at his chest, his hips, wants to climb inside him and never leave.

No one’s ever felt like this. No one’s ever made Billy feel like this, this wanted, this needed, like the world starts and ends with them, together. That’s why Billy was so sure they were together. It couldn’t be anything else.

Steve’s the best thing that’s ever happened to Billy, and he’s not gonna let him go without a fight.

#my take on the fwb thing #I always lose my head when characters go “but it’s obvious you’re together”#also my hc that Billy’s good at reading people #and Steve needs to be explicitly told things #they’re just different #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove ficlet #harringrove fic #sorcery writes #mine

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imtryingbuck · 2 months

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Theses are the fics I've read this month and would highly recommend you reading. Please go and show some love to these amazing creators!

Please read the warnings to each fic🤍

Divider by @saradika

fluff - ❀ angst - ❁ both - ✾ smut - ❅ series - ✸

Bucky Barnes

Dick pic - @buckys-wintersoldier ❅

My subby Alpha - @buckys-wintersoldier ❅

Squirting - @mrsbuckybarnes1917 ❅

Like A Virgin - @holylulusworld ❅ (also part of a series)

Steve Rogers

offer me my deathless death - @witchywithwhiskey ❅

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weird-an · 7 months

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u up?

Billy almost trips. Pretty Boy sent this text. It's a mistake, Billy thinks. Maybe his name is right under Betty or so. They have all graduated this spring, so maybe it’s a hookup before everyone fucks off to college or whatever hard work or daddy’s money bought them an acceptance letter to. Harrington is probably too drunk to realize his error. Billy's just gonna ignore it.

His phone vibrates. Again. Another text.

cum over

Poor Betty. What a lame booty call, Billy thinks.

This is Billy , he answers. His fingers are shaking. He shouldn't be nervous. Those texts aren't meant for him. He isn’t the center of Steve Harrington’s attention.

i know

Billy's throat turns dry. The guy is either more drunk than he thought or not drunk enough for this. This has to be a joke, right?

got smtng for u

Billy stares at his phone. It vibrates again. This time, it's a photo.

Oh.

Fuck.

Steve Harrington has sent him a dick pic.

READ MY 50TH POSTED FIC ON AO3. IT'S SMUT. ON A SUNDAY.

#i didn't know it was the 50th!! i'm flailing here rn #i never thought i was going to write again… ever #and there i am with 50fics #harringrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #billy hargrove #billy hargrove deserves better #read on ao3 #harringrove fanfic

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inknopewetrust · 2 years

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#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #writer #reader #bridgerton #moon knight #marvel #shadow and bone #the mandalorian #please there isn’t a fandom I don’t read about ☠️#bridgerton x reader #moon knight x reader #Darkling x reader #mandalorian x reader #stranger things #Steve harrington x reader #Eddie munson x reader #Billy Hargrove x reader

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soft-for-them · 1 year

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Green first aid kit - Billy Hargrove x plus size reader

Summary: Back at school you find Billy worse for wear.

Trigger warning: This part does mention Billy's abuse and him having an injury from a fight, the fight isn't described or shown though.

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

Part one - Part two - Part three

Come Monday morning Billy Hargrove wasn’t at first period History sitting near you passing notes, neither was he hanging around before class waiting for you with a big grin, nor was he slipping in after the teacher had left so he can talk to you, he was nowhere to be found at all.

Deep down you wished for him to be hiding near your locker in between the small nook where a fire extinguisher and fire alarm sits, him dressed in his denim jacket, his hair fluffy and curled. He would come up with a reason why he wasn’t there, something along the lines of hating your history teacher with all his heart or sleeping in late and missing most of the lesson. But no, when you rushed over to your locker he wasn’t there, he wasn’t anywhere.

He wasn’t in for the whole day, you knew for sure for you overheard a cheerleader bitching about it like she was entitled to flirt with Billy, like he was expected to come to school every day to flirt with only her.

To think you wore a nice peach sun dress to school just so maybe he’d see you and call you princess again.

So the next day you’re uncharacteristically angsty, every second your eyes flicking to the clock above the chalk board then to the nearest door wondering if he’d walk in all smirks and no apologies. Normally you love second period English Literature but you're too fidgety to listen in to your teacher talk about Shakespeare and sonnets, the Tuesday morning classes dragging on too long.

You are leaned into the small desks more than normal, the wood of the table pressing into your stomach more, your mind stuck on Billy fucking Hargrove’s face and not on the bold writing on the board that states you have homework due in next week.

Truly you would be lying to yourself if you said last night you didn’t have a dream of Billy, that the dream felt so real that you worried somehow it was and that something terrible had happened whilst you were sleeping. It’s stupid and frankly untrue having such a vivid dream about waking up at the bottom of a swimming pool only to be saved by Billy, the sky a dark purple, the grass coloured like burnt ash and Billy looking like the living dead could never be true.

Well you hope it never does.

If you were one of those zodiac sign, gem stone collector, ‘what time where you born?’ women then maybe you could deduce a meaning from the dream but really you’re too tired and too on edge to think up one.

Maybe you’ll ask a stoner friend about the dream’s meaning, minus mentioning Billy, then maybe you can get some answers about it.

Lunch time comes along and you feel too sick to eat any cafeteria food, so with a brief ‘goodbye’ to your small group of friends paired with a weak excuse to ditch gossip time you hurry out the double doors of the cafeteria, down the many hallways and out the nearest exit only your purse in your pockets.

Technically it’s still summer but the impending autumn winds are slowly coming in, a warm gust of air jostling your baggy jeans, bits of white thread from the rips at your knees and on the inside of your thigh blowing upwards, the sleeves to your t-shirt whipping around your chubby upper arms. Really your outfit today is the bare minimum, you’re trying to look like you’re not having a bad day, a stark opposite to yesterday’s dressed up outfit. The thigh hole in your ancient jeans are from years chub rub and the holes in the knees from before you hit puberty, younger you having to buy bigger sized jeans from the adult section thus tripping over the bottoms of them every five minutes for you were a middle schooler who hadn’t had a growth spurt yet.

The joys of being plus size am I right…

For a moment you wonder if you can sneak out and find the nearest shop to get a snack, you’re used to walking long walks in short amount of time, most days you do that because you don’t own a car. You could really go for some overly sugary candy from a gas station or a pre-packaged baguette (which you’d only eat half of, the rest of it getting crammed into your locker for later on), anything other than the grey school lunch burgers with watery ketchup or stale vending machine crisps that coast too much.

Like always there’s a decision to be made; walk to the nearest shop most certainly being late for maths after lunch or just take a breather outside on an empty stomach, not being late for the next class.

Whilst some would call you a goody two shoes for always being in all your classes, the overwhelming feeling of dread, that feeling of hunger mixed with the sickness that comes with not wanting to walk back into the school building until you feel better takes over you. Everyone gets it one way or another, the people who are too worried about attendance tend to stay in the classrooms until they explode and break down while others frequently skive off school opting to smoking weed and kiss girls to chill out. You’re of sound mind and sound idea that calming down before heading back inside is the best course of action, maybe even touching some grass will get you mind off Billy Hargrove and maybe quell the gargling nervousness in your stomach.

But then again you need to eat, that and you fucking hate maths.

So it’s decided that you’re going to the shops, the walk and food will make you feel better in no time!

Scuffed shoes pick up gravel as you walk across to the car park, a hand digging into a pocket to make sure your purse is securely in place. You’re in no rush however you do dodge around the many parked cars in a certain way to make sure no teachers see you sneaking away, not that they’d really care all that much but there’s always that one teacher who likes to snitch on students.

You walk pass familiar cars of classmates, narrowly avoiding eye contact with a band kid you know inside his car trying to make moves on his girlfriend. You clamber up and onto the grass nearing an exit to the school, hands in your pockets and eyes looking out for moving cars.

The sun shines on the exit like a place maker in a video game, so you speed up your steps to get out as fast as you can not wanting to explain to any faculty why you’re sneaking out but then you see it.

Parked underneath some over grown trees, shielded by chunky pickup trucks and station wagons borrowed from parents is a car so familiar that it makes you stop mid step. The grey 79 Camaro sits dormant and shaded, from where you stand you can see the driver’s sun visor flipped down and the car is completely turned off, the engine not revving or spluttering.

Now the right thing to do is just to carry on your walk not going over there to see if it’s actually Billy’s 79 Camaro and not somehow another Camaro some jock copying Billy has bought to seem cool but you’ve been worrying about the ‘king’ of the school for the last two days so you shift your step and head over to the low down car.

*Tap* *Tap* Tap*

You lean over somewhat, the bumper of the car pressing into your legs as you tap the wind shield of the car, a very asleep Billy Hargrove in the front seat. His denim jacket covers his face from beams of sunlight that cut through the trees through the front window, his hands balanced on his toned stomached, fingers knitted together.

You shimmy around to the driver’s side squishing in between his Camaro and the truck next to it tapping on the side window.

“Billy.” you call quietly not wanting to blow your cover to anyone else sitting in their car. You look around before banging the window some more, your knuckles hurting just a bit as you knock on the thick glass.

“Billy!” whisper shouting isn’t doing it, “BILLY!”

Your voice turns stern but almost needy, the fear in your head that someone might catch you and drag you away ever present as you bend down slightly so you’re at eye level with the sleeping man. Your body presses against the other car, your face turning sour as you stop knocking.

Stepping out from the cars, still close but no longer trying to wake up Billy, you debate whether or not you should leave a note or something like him.

You frown at the idea, firstly because you only have a purse on you but also because what would you write to him if you did have a piece of paper and a pen?

“Hey, you missed history – (y/n).” no, he never promised that he would be there, you just assumed he would be.

“Sleepy head see you at the pool. – (y/n).” no, no, no. You don’t want to seem weird, you don’t want him to think that you’re planning on going back to the pool on the weekend just for him. Anyway you have work this weekend so it’s not like you could go either way.

Maybe you could just leave you home phone…. Fucking hell no, that’s the worst idea you’ve had yet.

Really when you saw Billy’s car you didn’t go other there to flirt, really you’re just worried. Whilst your interactions with the Cali man have been all positive as of late you’ve heard things, you’ve seen the things his so called ‘friends’ do, you’ve seen his dad around town and you keep clear of him.

The family members you live with have told you about Neil Hargrove and well you do not like the sound of him one bit.

You hover around still wondering what to do before spinning around and walking away from the car, your plan to get food foiled, the frown on your face now permanent for you know you’ve wasted enough time banging on the car window that you can’t go to the shop without missing maths.

“Fuck!” you mutter, your eyes going back to the Camaro.

Now sat up, jacket off his face, his eye wide and staring right back at you, Billy Hargrove looks out of place, no thoughts in his head, not like the normal smirking flirt you’ve come to know. You raise a hand to give him a little wave which snaps him out of his momentary mind blank. He lifts a hand up back which prompts you to walk back over.

“Roll the widow down.” you say with a little hand gesture once you get to the car.

He does so.

There staring up at you with the eyes of a scared child, his baby blues so watery and wide that they look like the sad sea, his left eyelid a deep purple bruise.

His left eye must have been swollen shut at one point for his eyelid is still a bit droopy.

“Billy…”

You don’t intend your voice to be so wobbly when you say his name, your own (e/c) eyes watering up but your voice wavers and your eyes fill with salty water.

“I’m fine princess.” he barely gets out, “Just lost a fight Sunday night, that’s all.”

Fuck. You don’t want him calling you princess when he’s so sad. You selfishly want him calling you princess when his eyes are filled with mischief or even lust, not when he’s about to burst into tears.

He must think you’re pitying him for he looks away his forehead hitting the top of the steering wheel.

“Billy-“ his eyes flicker to yours, his curly blonde hair half covering the side of his face, “- I was going to walk to the shops but-“

You try to think of how to say your next words without sounding like you’re demanding a free lift from the obviously dejected man in front of you.

“-Do you want to come with me? I, well, we can share some food.”

He nods his head ‘yes’.

You don’t have a lot of money, that is clear, but today you have enough loose coins and crunched up dollar notes to pay for the things you need.

You enter the small out the way shop, the bell above the door stuck and not ringing. The shop used to be a petrol station before the chain company that owned it went bankrupt, now it’s just a shop with the worst painted parking lines you’ve ever seen.

The man behind the till tilts his head up from his newspaper, his puffy eyes staring you down as you shuffle past a rack of crisps into an aisle filled with cupboard food. The metal shelves that tower above you are packed with every kind of dry food you’d ever need. Your eyes flicker from boxed yellow pastas to dusty lidded jars of red unnamed sauces. You move along, wallet tightly in your hands as you walk down the aisle to the very back of the shop where the wall to ceiling freezers and fridges sit. For a moment you look in the freezer a frozen mac n’ cheese catching your eyes.

Whilst the family you live with do cook the odd meal for you most of the time they’re out the house so you have to cook for yourself and well, the fridge-freezer at home is very much empty at the moment. There is probably some stuff in the cupboards but normally you don’t bother with that food for the last time you ate some cupboard food (some half stale frosted flakes) you were yelled at.

It would be nice to have a warm meal tonight, even if it’s a microwave meal, but you have to go back to school and having a frozen ready meal in your bag does not sound like a good idea. You cringe at the thought of the flimsy plastic getting pierced by a rouge pencil and spilling throughout your bag.

Ew, no thank you!

Instead you walk over to the fridges filled with soft drinks.

Up close you can tell the fridges aren’t actually on, the little orange filament lights off and the drinks bone dry. It doesn’t bother you that much, you’re only planning on getting some drinks and not a whole meal of probably gone off food. Anyway, from working at shop yourself you’ve seen much worse things, you just glad that there isn’t any fuzzy mould on the bottle caps.

Quickly you open the sliding door and take out a boxed grape juice and a bottled flavoured water, the inked words ‘summer fruits’ smudged. You would love to have a milkshake right about now but you stay away from the milks on the bottom shelf, you face scrunching up in disgust.

You walk around the shop some more, not caring for any of the junk being sold. You do however find yourself at the sweets section. The little shelf is filled to the brim with colourful candy and plastic junk toys, everything from chocolate bars to lollypops shaped like diamond rings.

A small packet of hard boiled sweets catches your eyes, the red and white striped plastic bag reminiscent of the paper bags at fun fairs or cinema pick n’ mixes, the little clear window showing individually wrapped sweets in every colour known to man.

A yellowed price sticker sloppily placed over the logo says it’s only a dollar fifty so you pick the bag up to buy. You shove the bag between your fingers and the drinks, you other hand free with your wallet lodged between your arm and chest.

Slowly but surely, your eyes flickering all around to see if you’ve missed anything you might want as you arrive to the front counter.

The front counter is high up, a thick plastic pane with hand prints and unknown splashes of stuff shielding the man and the shelf filled with cigarettes from grabby hands and angry eyes of disgruntled customers. There’s a big enough a hole in the plastic that the man, a forty something year old with red irritated eyes and a bold spot a monk would be jealous of, can look at you with judging eyes whilst scanning your items.

“You better not want any alcohol Miss.” says the man. Despite his less than stellar looks he sounds more sad and fed up than judgemental or creepy, he probably get too many teenagers with fake ID’s coming in along with out of towners with visible guns on their hip.

“No alcohol just these-“ you say with an awkward smile, “-oh, but um is that for sale?”

Your eyes catch onto a flash of green hung sat snug in between a giant jug of vodka and a line of off brand cold remedies.

It’s a small first aid kit.

You point to it hoping that your finger isn’t pointing to the vodka.

“The first aid kit, yeah, it is.”

“How much?”

The man says the price making you visibly frown. The price isn’t much considering it’s a first aid kit but you’re not sure you have the right amount for it.

“I’ll take it.” you say as you place your items down and begin taking out handfuls of coins.

You know you are a dollar short as you recount your crumpled dollar bills. You look up to see that the man has already bagged your stuff including the first aid kit.

“I might have to put something back.” you sheepishly say.

“Nah, have it.” He passes you the bag, “If you’re needing a first aid kit then you’re needing it, you know? I don’t want anyone bleeding out because you were a dollar short and didn’t have it.”

“Thank you.” you’re really at a loss for words but you get you thanks out.

“I don’t own this place anyway, I only work here.” he says with the smirk of a man who often nicks a pack of smokes off the back shelf without the shop owner knowing.

You talk some more before walking out the shop, the pack of sweets already in hand, your fingers digging into the bag to find a sweet that isn’t strawberry flavoured. As soon as you pull out a bright green sweet you look up to see a pair of red rimmed steely blue eyes staring right at you.

Billy, eyes wide like a deer in the middle of a road watches intently as you walk over to his 79 Camaro (which is parked somewhat awkwardly in the wobbly lines of the parking space.) The car is parked close to the shop, right at the front of it in fact and ever since you were in the shop his gaze has been locked on the front door for the shop windows are covered in posters and adverts blocking any view of you inside he could have had.

For ten minutes Billy has been frozen still waiting for you to reappear so he can finally let out a long breath. He looks like he hasn’t blinked in the short time you were inside, his baby blues watery, the welling of tears threatening to spill once more.

“Want one?” you ask as you slide into the passenger seat, the bag of sweets shoved on the centre console closer to Billy.

Billy does not say anything, he just breathes like he just run a mile his chest heaving as large amounts of air enter his lungs.

“Billy?” you ponder, your voice small and quiet, “Billy.”

His eyes snap onto yours. For a moment you see something, a glimmer of fear maybe, in his eyes before his face droops.

“Hey, hey, hey-“ you begin, your body leaning over the centre console, hands grasping onto his arms as lightly as you can, “- you’re ok, I’m not going to hurt you.”

He looks like a wounded animal.

“Billy-“ you go to say something, something that probably wouldn’t help in the long run but something so he can hear you over his very present running mind.

Before you can though his right hand shoots up and grabs your forearm, his digits digging into your soft skin.

He doesn’t know if he wants your hands off him or if he’s forcing you not to move. Billy thinks for a long time his fingers flexing and relaxing but not letting go of your arm before said hand grabs at your own hand, his longer thicker fingers intertwining with yours in a death grip.

With you other hand, which you quickly take off his arm, you rifle through your plastic bag and pull out the two drinks along with the little first aid box.

“Here, take ‘um.” With your fingers aching from clutching three things at once Billy eventually takes the drinks and the first aid kit, his eye focusing on the first aid kit especially, “I have no clue what’s in the kit but I thought you could keep it in the car if you got in another fight…”

“…How do you know it was a fight?”

“Bruises that big don’t come from bumping into corners or falling down stairs.” you should know, you’ve bumped into many table corners and tripped down the stairs too many times to count and you’ve never gotten an injury that big and angry.

The car goes silent for a while the only sounds of you trying to quietly crunch the sweets and Billy unzipping the first aid kit to look inside it. There’s the normal inside; plasters that are an odd pale peach colour, gauze and safety pins, a couple individually wrapped antiseptic wipes, old yellowing instructions printed on thin paper and a small gel compress to help with swelling and aches.

“Thank you.” Billy whispers, his hands now clutching at the green first aid kit rather than your hand.

His eyes are trained down on the cross adoring the kit, the two drinks on his lap long forgotten.

“I-I know that home life ain’t that good-“ you start, not knowing exactly where you’re going with the conversation, “- but I’m here for you.“

“You don’t know what’s going on princess, you can’t help.” Billy says now looking at you.

“But I know about your dad, that’s how you got that isn’t it?” you vaguely point to his bruised eyes.

His eyes flicker away from yours giving you the answer you didn’t want but already knew.

“I don’t know much Billy-“ you duck down to catch his eyes, a small smile forming on your pretty face, “- but I do know that I wouldn’t piss on him if he was on fire because men like him wouldn’t even say thank after saving them, they’d just carry on like normal hurting and breaking everything in their way.”

Billy would have smirked at your words but his eyes have gone too wide in shock.

“Why don’t we skip maths hey?” you ask grabbing his hand in a warm but tight grip.

“Sure princess.” He finally replies with a small smile.

A/N: If you want a part four please send in an ask rather than commenting for another part, this is just because asks are an easier way for me to track requests. Comments are still welcomed and requests are open!

#not proof read #billy hargrove x plus size reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things x reader #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things #plus size reader #x plus size reader

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californiaboytoybilly · 2 months

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VILLAINOUS VALENTINES || BILLY HARGROVE X STEVE HARRINGTON || ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3 || NSFW 2.2k

cw: stalking, voyeurism/exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, sex toys, dominant bottom billy, mildly dubious consent, pervert steve harrington, cocky billy hargrove, model billy hargrove

beta read by: @bottombillyapologist (tysm 🖤)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

o:|| ~ IT’S A GIVE AND TAKE KIND OF LOVE WE MAKE ~ ||:o

He was watching.

Billy knew he was watching. He was as predictable as the soft creak of the weathered floorboard that accompanied his first step across the threshold of his bedroom, somewhere beyond the soft fluttering of his sheer curtains.

Casting his eyes to the side as he walked towards his bed, Billy tried not to smile as he caught a glimpse of him, half hidden behind the stone statue in the garden. Steve- because it wasn’t hard to find out really anybody’s name or place of work when you had a wallet full of cash- had become something of a toy to him.

Steve didn’t know that Billy knew he was there, of course. No, no. That had been the best part for the blonde.

He imagined a breathless gasp echoing in his garden as he dropped the towel tied loosely around his waist, shower damp skin prickling as it was bared to the air. Steve would be drinking in the sight of him, lip clasped between his teeth all guiltily the way he did when Billy started coincidentally passing by the ice cream stand he worked at in the mall when he went to visit his favorite photographer.

Not many professional photographers would let you drag them into their supply closet for a quick fuck after a session, and Billy had been in a five year dry spell when it came to anything more than casual.

Maybe it was a little fucked up that he knew someone was stalking him and enjoyed it, but Billy wasn’t trying to pretend to be normal. It could’ve been his vanity, his ego, some need to be seen by someone— but he didn’t care why.

Putting on these Friday night shows was the only time he even bothered to touch himself anymore. It just wasn’t the same without his little audience member.

Billy sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching for the rich tub of lotion he kept nearby. He wondered if the anticipation was simmering in Steve’s stomach in the same way it was for him as he scooped up the cream on his fingertips, thick and sweetly scented like white tea and raspberries.

As his fingers swirled the cream over his toned chest, massaging and pressing, leaving tingling little trails in their wake, his body began to wake up in other ways. Billy’s head tipped back, a private smile just for himself spreading across his lips as he let his legs fall open.

The teasing was the best part, but he found himself incredibly impatient for the main course. It had been a long week and he’d been eager for this.

Letting his back hit the wall, Billy slowly trailed his massaging fingers lower as he worked his skin cream in, breath catching in his throat when his fingertips brushed the very top of the thatch of hair between his hips. So close.

Finally, he couldn’t bear it anymore. He needed to get off like it was as important as the oxygen he breathed.

Wiping off his fingers carelessly on the sheets, Billy let his eyes open just enough to peer subtly towards the window once more. There he was, even less hidden than before as his distraction clearly won out over his need to be hidden. That was how Billy had first learned of him after all.

As soon as all of the calendar model’s perfect golden skin was on display, Steve’s blood rushed south and Billy got to see a little more of his admirer as he slipped up.

Though the details were a little fuzzy from here, Billy could see his hand slowly rubbing over the denim of his jeans, pretty jaw dropped just a little as he braced himself against moss covered stone. Fizzling pleasure like fireworks flooded Billy’s body at the confirmation he was enjoying what he saw.

Like he always did.

Maybe one day he’d invite him in. Sit him down in the leather chair in the corner and make him beg to touch the object of his obsession, while Billy took himself apart painfully slow in front of his eyes. Maybe he’d even let him lick his spent dick clean after, just a fleeting taste to drive him wild.

Billy throbbed between his legs at the thought. Fuck, that was enticing. He always felt so boneless and lazy after a good orgasm, cleaning up was a hassle he didn’t always want to bother with. He knew Steve would do such a good job, clever pink tongue catching every single pearly drop like it was a priceless wine he could never afford.

With that image burned into his mind, Billy let his eyes slip shut as his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, flushed and weeping where it had risen to kiss the soft skin of his abdomen. If he gasped a little louder than was strictly necessary to ensure the sound would carry through the crack of his open window, that was his own business.

Need scratched up the inside of Billy’s body with fire-tipped claws, a beast yearning to be set free. Tonight wouldn’t be a slow, leisurely show. He needed it too much for that.

A whine escaped him as he rubbed his thumb over the swollen head, ass lifting an inch off the bed as he just barely stopped himself from thrusting into his hand. Fuck. His free hand blindly traveled over the bed until it slipped under his pillow to the place where he’d hidden what he needed for this.

Cool, pink glass brushed his fingers and he smiled as he removed it from its hiding place. Heather had been horrified at the very thought of a glass toy, cringing so hard in the shop despite the salespersons assurance it was solid and completely safe that she’d almost escaped her own skin.

Billy loved it. The temperature, the unyielding nature of it, the heart shaped bumps and ridges that made his toes curl. He lifted the toy to his mouth, opening his eyes just a little as he spit on the flared head of the toy.

He tried his best not to look right at Steve as he lowered the toy, letting it skim over his waiting hole as he spread his legs a little further, chin falling to rest on his chest with a pant as he pushed it inside of himself. A shudder rolled up his spine, tongue damn near falling out of his mouth as it lolled.

The spit wasn’t enough to make it an easy slide, but the friction only made his cock jump in his hold again. He liked it to burn a little so he could feel it later.

Idly, he wondered what Steve was packing. Would he stretch him open like the toy? Make it burn? Or was his proclivity to watch because he was on the smaller side? Did it make him feel inadequate, did he watch because he didn’t believe he could please Billy?

He was sure he could find a way. Size wasn’t everything.

Maybe if his cock was too small to ride, Billy would tie him to the bed. His ankles and wrists bound, laying there helpless and desperate as Billy straddled his face and rode his tongue until his blood turned to lava in his veins and he lost the ability to speak.

It only felt fair. Payment in pleasure for all that Billy had given him over the last six months.

He worked the toy faster as his desperation built, thigh muscles bunching up tight. Another lazy glance under his lashes showed him that Steve’s hand had disappeared into his pants, head pressed against the statue and shoulder rapidly rising and falling.

You wish you were inside of me instead? Billy wondered, before the toy brushed against a spot that had him damn near choking on the moan that ripped free.

Steve’s head dropped the second the sound reached his ears, only for a moment, mouth moving around a word Billy couldn’t make out and hand never so much as pausing its rapid motion. Just the sight of him had Billy going faster, rocking himself down to meet each thrust of the toy to get it deeper but—

Billy whined, annoyed. He was so fucking close but it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

It almost pained him to let the toy slip out of him, cock weeping and angry at the sudden neglect as he used his hands to get to his knees. He was loath to sacrifice his little glimpses of his favorite freak, but… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give Steve something special tonight.

It was Valentine’s Day, and he felt like being nice.

And, he really needed to fucking cum before he exploded.

Billy turned his back to the window, kneeling on the soft mattress holding his weight, and bent over to reach into his nightstand. He might have shaken his ass, just a little. As a treat.

It didn’t take long to see what he was looking for. Bright red silicone and big enough to make his mouth water. He snatched it as well as the tube beside it, impatiently slicking it up just a moment later.

Finally, he thought as he slid down onto the toy, which was tightly held in place by his feet. It left his hands free to brace him against the wall, back muscles tightening under his skin as he began to fuck himself down onto the toy. It was bigger than the other one, enough to almost hurt, but he relished in it.

Once he was sure he wasn’t going to topple over, he removed one of his hands from the wall and dropped it to pinch at his nipple, head falling loosely back on his shoulders as he let out a litany of curses.

Had Steve fully come out of hiding now that he thought Billy would be oblivious? Or was he still being careful? Maybe he was even taking pictures…

That thought shouldn’t have been appealing at all and yet it had him rocketing towards the edge, probably forming a puddle on the sheets where his bobbing cock drooled endlessly. Quiet enough to not be heard from outside, Billy tried letting Steve’s name mingle upon his pitchy moans and heavy breathing. He liked the way it dripped from his tongue.

In fact, he liked it so much that he made an incredibly risky decision. One that had the chance of scaring off his skittish little bunny for good.

But his orgasm was creeping up on him, he felt drunk on the endorphin rush, and he wanted more next time. He wanted to be touched. Wanted Steve to get on his knees and beg for the privilege to do so. Even the thought was…

His body trembled, hand shooting down to stroke himself one, twice—

It crashed into him like an ocean wave, Billy’s hips dropping down as far as he could take the toy as he clenched tight and let out a near wail of Steve’s name. It trailed off into a sob of a moan, back bending and body shuddering violently as he painted the wall with his release.

Did he imagine the startled sound behind him? His brain was swimming as he struggled to catch his breath, barely able to muster the energy to lift himself off of the toy and let it fall to the bed. He angled his body as he flopped sideways, landing on his back with his legs splayed, one dangling off the bed.

He wanted to look, see if he’d scared him off. But he felt like his muscles had been reduced to pudding and he really needed a minute to reattach himself to reality.

A minute felt like a week before he could drag himself into a sitting position, wincing at the stab of soreness that would haunt him deliciously tomorrow. He pulled himself to wobbly feet, stretching out his body as he stumbled his way towards his window.

Steve stood wide eyed in the same place Billy had last seen him, lips parted and face bright red as Billy hit a button to flick on his pool lights and effectively illuminate him. He had a dark patch on the front of his pants, which made Billy lick his lips as he fought back a smirk.

He was looking at Billy both like he was the most alluring and most terrifying creature he’d ever seen. It absolutely didn’t make the blonde preen.

His bunny shuffled in place, looking like it was taking every ounce of strength he had not to run. Billy lifted his fingers to his mouth, kissed them and then winked as he pressed them against the window.

Steve jolted, lip sucked into his mouth and looking for all the world like he forgot how to blink.

Billy took a step back, reaching out to either side of the window to grab onto the edges of the curtains as a broad smile broke out onto his face. “Happy Valentine's Day, sailor boy.” He called out, watching only long enough to see Steve’s face slacken and go impossibly more red before pulling the curtains shut with a flourish.

Perhaps he’d indulge in a little bit of ice cream tomorrow.

He’d certainly worked up an appetite.

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