Hear Me Now.

“Then let me cuff you, baby,” he murmurs against your neck before his tongue glides across the skin, making the heat between your legs build as you continue to grind yourself back against him. “Let me take care of you.”

You were tempted. God, you were incredibly tempted. Steve was the most giving guy you had ever been with and he was incredibly good at it. He could have spent hours between your thighs and you would have happily let him. He loved the way you tasted, how you squeezed his head between your thighs when you were close, how your fingers gripped his hair as you mewled and writhed beneath him as he slipped two fingers inside of you while his tongue played with your clit.

But that’s not what you were in the mood for.

You hum as you continue to grind back against Steve, biting back a smile when his fingers dig into your skin, when his breath hitches as though he was holding back on more of those delicious moans of his.

“Sounds tempting,” you say finally before you cease your slow grinding against his crotch. Steve makes a soft noise of protest and it’s impossible to fight the smile that was spreading across your face.

You turn around to look at your boyfriend and you can see by his expression how much he wants you (if his hard cock that was now pressing against your thigh wasn’t already enough of a hint). His pupils were blown, lips parted and cheeks flushed pink. Fuck, he was gorgeous and just looking at him made you even wetter than you already were.

“Tempting?” Steve repeats, his fingers trailing up to ghost over the damp patch in your panties and watching as your lips part in pleasure. “Does that mean you want to—”

“No,” you say with a shake of your head and a small smile. Steve is quick to pull his hand from you but you grasp his wrist before he could go too far. “Do you trust me, Stevie?”

Steve blinks, brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before he nods. “Of course I do. Why do you—”

It’s then that it clicks for him and Steve’s eyes widen a little.

“Baby, you don’t—you don’t have to,” he tells you, his face beginning to burn an impressive shade of red. “You know I love taking care of you, you don’t need to—”

“—I know,” you interrupt him. “But I want to. Let me cuff you, baby.”

Steve’s reaction is instant. He lets out a strangled groan before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. You could have melted on the spot from the kiss alone. It was slow, sensual and sent hot waves of pleasure between your legs that made your knees feel weak. 

“I fucking love you,” Steve murmurs into the kiss, his hands grabbing greedily at your ass beneath your dress, fingers digging into the fat globes and groaning yet again. You feel him press himself even closer to you, feel every hard ridge of his cock against you now. It takes everything in you not to moan, not to beg for his fingers or his mouth. But the mental image of your mouth on him, of his whimpering and moaning beneath you is what keeps you focused.

You hum against his lips as your hands find home in his hair, fingers sliding through the chestnut locks and giving a gentle tug. The noise Steve lets out goes straight to your cunt. You could have dropped to your knees and taken his cock in your mouth right there in the kitchen. But you don’t—instead, you take advantage of his slightly parted lips and slide your tongue against his. 

Truthfully, you could have made out with him in your kitchen for hours. But Steve was so hard and you were so wet that you couldn’t possibly wait a moment longer.

When you pull away from Steve, a string of saliva connects your lips for a moment. Steve tries to chase your mouth, his hands grabbing your ass again but you smile at him before pressing your finger against his wet, spit slick lips.

“Not here,” you tell him, voice low, your eyes locked with his. “Bedroom.”

Steve groans again, ducking his head down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, lips finding skin almost instantly. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Your face warms—the way it always does whenever Steve compliments you—and you have to force yourself to pull away from him before you lose all composure. 

“C’mon,” you say, holding out your hand for him to take. Steve looked as though he wanted nothing more than to ravish you right there in the kitchen but seemed to decide against it when he took your hand.

“Lead the way, baby.”

Steve’s hands were on you the entire time you were heading upstairs to your bedroom. He managed to unbutton your dress, leaving it to pool around your waist before you had even entered the room. His fingers were clumsily trying to unclasp your bra but you grab his hand before he could do so.

“But baby—”

He was whining already. The sound of his needy voice made your pussy clench around nothing but you try not to show it—despite the fact he could undoubtedly smell your arousal dripping from your panties.

“But nothing,” you say, turning around to face him as soon as you’re a foot away from the bed. “Now take off your damn clothes and lie back on the bed with your arms up.”

You watch as Steve’s lips part, as though he was in some kind of awe of you before his hands scramble in haste to peel off his shirt. You watch, transfixed—bottom lip between your teeth—as his chest was exposed and you see that smattering of dark hair that you wanted to bury your face in, see that soft tummy of his that you wanted to kiss every inch of, his happy trail that you wanted to trace with your tongue. And then his jeans came off and you saw his legs—those glorious thighs you wanted to drag your soaked cunt along until you saw stars.

His eyes study your reaction closely as he slips off his boxers next, which join the pile of his clothes somewhere near the bed. You were too focused on his cock to really notice. You hadn’t ever really thought cocks could be pretty until you saw Steve’s. His cock was long, stupidly thick with a slight upwards curve that seemed almost perfectly designed to hit every spot inside of you, veins that bulged along the shaft and a tip that was flushed red with want. The first time you had seen it, you had genuinely questioned whether it would even fit. But it did and you hadn’t been the same since. 

“Still wanna be in charge?” Steve asks you, sensing that you were somewhat distracted by his beautiful, beautiful cock.

You blink, pulling yourself together, before you look up at his face.

“Yeah,” you say thickly. “I’m sure. Lie down.”

Steve doesn’t question you again. He just does what you say and something about that makes a hot surge of arousal spread throughout your body. Something about watching your boyfriend—who by now would usually be fucking you with his tongue—laying down on your bed like you told him to gave you the confidence to walk over to pick up the handbag you had bought home from the bachelorette party. The fluffy pink handcuffs stick out obnoxiously against the contents of your bag and you pull them out, your hands shaking in excitement, or perhaps from nerves. You weren’t used to taking control like this and you weren’t quite sure you’d be very good at it but fuck, you were horny and your boyfrined was hot and willing and you wanted to try anyway.

“You got this, baby,” Steve tells you as you wrap the chain of the handcuffs around one of the headboard struts before you click the cuffs shut around both of his wrists.

“Is that okay?” You ask him because above all, you wanted to be sure he felt okay with this. That he trusted you to take care of him.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes out. “Perfect, baby.”

You weren’t quite sure what to do now your boyfriend was handcuffed to the headboard. He looked divine and the absolute trust he had in you to let you do this made your pussy ache. You could feel your slick begin to drip down your thigh and you were desperate for some friction. And so—that’s where you began.

Your dress pools at your feet as you shimmy out of it. Steve groans at the sight of you in just your panties and bra—not at all matching but he didn’t care—and you could hear the rattling of the cuffs as he tried to move his arms. The sound of his groan and the image of him so desperate to reach for you sent something hot to your core.

“Poor Stevie,” you coo at him teasingly as you bend down to take off your underwear. You hear as Steve groans again, no doubt catching sight of just how soaked your panties were. “You wanna touch me real bad, huh?”

“So fucking bad,” he groans out, another small tug at the cuffs as you sit down on the bed beside him. “Just wanna—”

You silence him by leaning him, your panties dangling from one finger as you smile down at him teasingly. “You wanna fuck me, right?” You ask him, lowering your panties until they brushed over his lips and feeling a rush of something hot pushed through you as his lips parted obediently. “Not yet.”

Steve moans as his lips seal around the damp patch in your panties and starts sucking. You watch, unbelievably turned on as your boyfriend moans at the taste of you through your underwear. 

“Good boy,” you tell him in a breathy voice.

The whimper that escaped Steve’s lips at those words was not what you had been expecting but it was everything you needed and more.

“Baby—please—”

You don’t give him what he wants—not yet anyway—but you do swing your leg over his hip to straddle him. Your soaked cunt was pulsing with need now, pressed right against his cock. You could feel his veins brush against your swollen, aching clit. All you wanted to do was sink down on his cock and ride him until you came so hard you momentarily forgot your own name. But you didn’t. 

Instead, you slowly began to drag your wetness over his now throbbing cock. 

“Shit—” Steve gasps, a loud rattle of the cuffs as he desperately tries to move his arms again. To touch you. To hold you. To guide your hips as they continue to move, dragging your drenched pussy over his cock and wetting his dick in a way that had him holding back even more whimpers. “—fuck, baby. Please—”

“Not yet,” you say again, your fingers sliding through the coarse hair over his chest as you let his cock slide between your folds briefly before pulling your hips up, making sure to smear some of your smear some of your slick over his happy trail, your body shuddering as the coarse hair brushes your sensitive bud.

The groan Steve lets out was so desparate—so whiny and needy—that it took every bit of will power you had to pull away from him.

“Where are you—”

But Steve didn't get to finish his sentence. Because he was cut off by the sound of his own loud moan as you manoeuvred yourself down his body. Your name falls from his lips as your hand wraps around the base of his cock. You stroke him once and the sound is lewd—wet from your slick and you watch as Steve bucks his hips up—shamelessly chasing for more as he lets out another whimper.

“You want my mouth, Stevie?” You ask him, leaning down so your lips ghost over the tip as your hand continues pumping him.

“Yes—god, I want it. Need your—”

“Where’s your manners?” You ask, twisting your wrist on the next stroke and smiling when Steve throws his head back against the pillow. The handcuffs continue to clatter as he keeps trying to move, wanting to hold the back of your head. To run his hands through your hair. To hold your hair back as you took him in your mouth.

“Baby, I—”

“—manners, Stevie.”

Stevie swallows, his lips were swollen and wet from where he had been trying (and failing) to bite back his moans. His eyes were wide with want, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. He looked fucking beautiful and you still couldn’t quite believe he was all yours.

“Please. Please, pretty girl. Want—need your mouth on me. Please.”

You don’t break eye contact with Steve as you give him what he so desperately wants. You don’t waste a second—your lips stretch obscenely around the red hot tip of his cock and Steve finds that he can’t look away from you. Not even for a second.

You can taste yourself on his cock and it makes you moan around him, the wetness mixing with your spit as you begin to bob your head, taking as much of him as you can while your hand pumps what your mouth couldn’t reach.

“Sh—shit, baby,” Steve moans out, cuffs jingling as his stomach tenses beneath your hands. His body shaking with how much he wanted to touch you. “Fuck—your mouth. S-So fucking good f’me, baby. Ah—Fuck—”

It’s messy—incredibly so—a mix of drool and your own slick run down your chin as you moan around him again. This time, the vibration from your moan causes Steve’s hips to jerk up and he hits the back of your throat. You gag, your eyes water but you don’t pull away. Don’t stop. Steve is moaning so loud but you could barely hear it as you focus on his cock in your mouth. You hollow out your cheeks, swirl your tongue over the thick ridge beneath, worshiping his cock like it was a damn altar.

And judging by the way he was rambling out nonsense, he was close. Incredibly so.

“Just like that—holy shit—always so fucking perfect f’me, baby. My perfect girl. My sweet fucking girlfriend who always takes my cock so well.”

The words have you clenching around nothing, sweet slick dripping down your thigh as you pull your mouth away from him with a wet pop.

Steve looks stricken at the loss of your mouth.

“Why’d you stop?” He asks, eyes wide and looks seconds away from begging as you sit up, wiping your hand on the back of your mouth.

You say nothing, just keeping your eyes locked with his as you press a kiss over his happy trail. Another peppered over a mole near his belly button, then another and another. You could have kissed every mole, every freckle that littered his body. But you could feel Steve still shaking beneath you and you couldn’t let him wait much longer. Your lips seal over one of his nipples, tongue flicking at the bud and Steve moans out your name, once again attempting to pull his wrists free from the cuffs.

“Baby—”

You pull away from teasing his nipple to look up at him and fuck—Steve Harrington was ruined—well and truly ruined. And it was perhaps the single greatest thing you had ever seen in your life. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and wet, his hazel eyes glassy and half lidded with an undeniable need shining in them. He wanted you—wanted you bad.

And you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your fingers fumble with the safety latch on one of the cuffs and the moment Steve’s left arm is free, he’s wrapping it around your waist and whimpering as his skin makes contact with yours.

“Baby—please—”

You don’t need to ask what he wants—you already know. 

The moment you sink down onto his cock is nothing short of bliss. You swear you see Steve’s eyes water in relief after having been at your mercy for the past fifteen minutes. You hadn’t ever heard him make so much noise before—a delicious mix of moans and whimpers leave his lips—and it was making your insides feel as though they were made from molten lava. You already feel him so deep in your gut that you’re sure he’s rearranging your insides but still, you needed more. And so, you began to move.

Your hips roll once, twice and it was enough to have Steve whimpering all over again.

“Ah—shit, baby. Sweet girl. Fuck—I fucking love you. S’much.”

The words cause your walls flutter around him, squeeze his cock as though trying to keep him there inside you forever. It has Steve twitching inside of you as you continue to lift your hips before slamming back down onto him. Steve was still restricted, only one arm able to wrap around you, one hand gripping your thigh as he began to meet your hips with his own desperate thrusts. It took barely any time for your moans to mix together as his cock kissed your cervix with every thrust.

“Shit—fuck—fucking squeezing me s’good, baby. I’m s’close.”

You keep rolling your hips, eyes watering every time Steve’s hips buck upwards. He was so desparate—so full of want for you that you couldn’t help but be right there with him. The coil in your stomach tightens and it’s as you glance down to watch where you’re joined to watch his thick cock disappearing into your heat over and over that you finally let go—and Steve is right there with you.

Your name falls from his lips as his steady rhythm falters. His cock throbs inside you a final time before you feel that familiar hot spread of warmth from his release. 

Your own orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, pulsing through every nerve in your body. It leaves you gasping for breath and clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you tethered to the world.

When you come back down to earth—a minute later, maybe more—you feel him. You feel him breathe against the skin of your neck and it makes you shudder. Steve smiles before his lips brush back over the sensitive skin there.

“Fuck—I love you so much,” he tells you so sweetly, so gently, it was almost as though you hadn’t been fucking like rabbits less than a few moments ago.

You hum, eyes fluttering shut. “I love you too, Stevie.”

He’s still inside of you and yet, neither of you move. You can feel how the mix of your releases is spreading, dripping down your thigh and onto his. Still—you don’t move. In fact, your eyes flutter shut again—

“Hey,” Steve murmurs, tapping your cheek and smiling at you when your eyes meet his. “I’m one handed here.”

Your eyes flicker over to the wrist that was still cuffed to the headboard and smile. “Maybe I’ll keep you here. Forever, longer if I can help it.”

Steve’s eyes flashed with something and you swear you felt him twitch inside of you. God, this man was relentless.

“I wouldn’t mind that. Not one bit.”

You roll your eyes before you look back at him, smiling a little.

“I love you too by the way,” you tell him, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “More than you love me.”

Steve hums, smiling into the kiss as he slides his hand through your hair. “Not a chance.” He murmurs back before pulling away from your lips. “Now—get rid of those cuffs so I could touch you properly this time.”

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At work, Robin could tell that something was wrong. You were a little subdued, not your usual self. You didn’t have the heart to tell her. Not yet anyway. 

Steve knew, of course. He had been there for you moments after James had left. Had pulled you into his arms and refused to let you go until you ran out of tears. Selfishly, you hadn’t wanted to leave his arms either but you eventually did and he had made you some macaroni and cheese. It was lumpy and not at all like the one you had made him the day he had returned from his parent’s house empty handed but you had appreciated the effort all the same. Appreciated every cup of coffee he left for you on the kitchen countertop. Appreciated the fact he had even stopped stealing your expensive shampoo.

When you did eventually tell your friends about you and James, it was at the bar a week after the breakup.

“Wait—You and James broke up?” Robin gasps—you had a feeling that she was trying her best to look surprised instead of relieved. “Like—for good?”

“Yeah,” you say with a small nod. “We broke up.”

“Holy shit,” Jonathan says, leaning back and looking at you carefully.

“Who broke up with who?” Eddie asks quickly.

“Munson,” Steve mutters, taking a quick, careful glance at you. “You can’t ask her that. She doesn’t want to talk about—”

“Did you break up with him?” Eddie presses you, flat out ignoring Steve in his eagerness to unearth the latest gossip. “Did you finally realise how much of a tool he is?”

“Eddie,” Nancy snaps, pressing a sharp elbow to his ribs in warning.

“No,” you say quietly. “He broke up with me.”

That silenced Eddie. Silenced the entirety of the table, in fact. Robin no longer looked relieved, but deeply confused. Jonathan was still watching you, Nancy was glaring at Eddie and Steve was watching the way your hands were fiddling with the sleeve of your cardigan.

“But why—” Eddie begins, but this time you’re the one to interrupt him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you say in a clipped voice, grabbing your drink and taking a generous sip, determinedly not looking at your friends.

The group nodded, even Eddie understood, that now wasn’t the time. That it was too painful for you, too fresh for you to talk about. The irony was—it wasn’t painful at all. But the embarrassment over the reason for the breakup? Yeah, that was pretty real. And you needed to be sure that your friends—especially Steve—never found out the truth. That you took the secret to the grave.

And so, you played the part of the girl who had gotten her heart broken.

You cried at sad movies, devoured a ridiculous amount of takeouts and ice cream, you let your friends and family surround you like a comforting blanket. You even debated a radical haircut before Nancy had vetoed that idea.

Your parents came to visit two weeks after the breakup. They arrived shortly after you had broken the news to them over the phone when they had called initially to invite you and James over for Sunday lunch. You then had to tell them that he had broken up with you and they had dropped everything and rushed over. Steve had been there, hovering as your mom gave you the biggest hug imaginable while your dad grumbled something about James not being right for you. He didn’t mean it, you knew he didn’t. Your dad had loved James, your mom had too and you felt as though they would perhaps miss James more than you would. 

“At least you’re in good hands,” your mom says, smiling serenely as Steve sets down four steaming hot mugs of coffee onto the coffee table. “Thank you Stevie.”

You smile a little when you notice how Steve’s ears turn red at the nickname, how there’s now a dusting of pink on his cheeks. You knew that he had hated anyone calling him Stevie but you also knew that he wasn’t going to tell your mom to stop calling him that. He catches your eye and bites back a smile before he turns to your mom.

“Anytime,” he says simply.

Your parents had loved James but they loved Steve. You’re sure it has something to do with the fact that Steve was now almost entirely estranged from his parents and your parents seemed to want to shower him in all the parental love he was missing. Your dad invited him to football games, asked him about his job as an assistant baseball coach and your mom told him that he wasn’t eating enough vegetables and asked questions about his plans for the future. Seeing Steve with your parents made you feel a lot of things at once, complicated things that you decided to ignore for the time being.

When your parents finally left, you overheard your mom say to Steve: “You’ll take good care of her, right Steve?”

“Of course. I always take care of her.”

The words go straight to your core and you begin to wonder what was wrong with you.

You hadn’t gotten off to thoughts about Steve since the night with James. You had felt too ashamed to do so. Too full of guilt. But it didn’t mean you didn’t think about Steve. About him taking care of you. About how good it might feel if he took care in other ways. But instead of using those thoughts to get off—you just lay there, a hot pool of want between your legs and an ache that you kept trying to ease by squeezing your legs together. It never worked. You just went to sleep frustrated and feeling like an awful person.

And besides, Steve had seemed to have stopped having sex in the apartment and so, you hadn’t been able to listen to those delicious moans, groans and dirty words that got you off all those weeks ago. At first, you thought that he was just being quiet. That he was trying to be respectful of the fact you were going through a breakup. But when you noticed the lack of random women’s shoes at the front door—you realised he wasn’t having sex at all—in your apartment, at least.

“You don’t have to like, be celibate just because I’m no longer getting any,” you tell him one night on the couch, a month after the breakup. A bowl of popcorn was perched between the two of you, your eyes on the film but your mind elsewhere. “You can still—you know.”

You see Steve’s ears turn red—a tell-tale sign that he was a little flustered by your words but he seems to decide it was best to pretend not to hear you. And you decide not to press him further about it.

You also decide not to dwell on the part of you that was relieved Steve wasn’t having sex with other women. Sometimes late at night, you wondered if the fantasies you had been having about him meant something more than just you needing to get off. If the reason you weren’t heartbroken in the way you knew you should be was because you felt something more for Steve. But then you remembered that you were going through a breakup and definitely not in the right headspace for such thoughts.

James eventually reached out. It had been while Steve was at his Saturday morning baseball practice and you knew James had planned his call purposefully. He said he just “happened to be in the area”, that he had a few of your things to drop off. You had said yes because the guilt was eating you alive—it had been five weeks and James sounded miserable. Meanwhile you had spent last night at Robin and Nancy’s with a bottle of wine and a seemingly endless game of Monopoly.

James’ knock was so distinctly him that it made something in your chest tighten.

You find yourself checking your appearance in the mirror before you answer the door and you aren’t sure why.

You open the door and are greeted with the sight of your ex-boyfriend, a box of your belongings in his hands and a sad look on his face that you wish you could ignore.

”Hi,” you say by way of a greeting because what else was there to say?

”Hey,” James says, his blue-green eyes sadder than you had ever seen them. The guilt in your gut churns because—you were the reason for that, for his sadness. You were the reason for any nights he had been unable to sleep without you by his side. He may not have fucked your brains out the way you needed but he had still loved you.

You have to look away then and so, you glance down at the box of your stuff he had bought over. Inside, you see a box of tampons, a small toiletry bag of makeup and some spare clothes you had kept at his apartment for when you stayed overnight. “You look well.”

”So do you,” you say, though you don’t really mean it. James looked like he hadn’t had a good night's sleep in weeks. His hair unkept in a way he would never allow, his face unshaven and even his outfit was a little less put together without your input on his wardrobe. It made you feel awful, even more awful than you already do and you wanted him to leave so the guilt would follow him out the door. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. “I have um, some of your stuff too if you want—if you want to come in and have a coffee or…something.”

You were sure he was going to say no. You had moaned out your roommate’s name while he had been inside you and broken his heart as a result—of course he didn’t want a cup of coffee.

”I’d love a coffee,” James says with a small smile.

”Great,” you reply with a bright smile that seemed to mask the fact you were cursing yourself inwardly for extending the offer of a hot drink in the first place.

The next five minutes were excruciatingly awkward. James seemed unable to bring himself to sit down on your pink couch and you couldn’t exactly blame him since it was there you had moaned out Steve’s name while bouncing on James’ dick. The memory of it makes you feel hot with embarrassment and so you’re quick to busy yourself with making both you and James coffee as he takes a seat in the small armchair that sat beside the TV instead.

You handed James his steaming, hot mug of coffee and he gave a nod in thanks. You sat down on the couch with your own cup and the silence that followed was deafening. You didn’t know what to say and James looked as though he was beginning to regret accepting your offer of coffee.

The small talk is painful—about how your parents were, about his job. You find yourself thinking of excuses to get him to leave as he stares down at the mug of coffee in his hands.

“I’m um—I’m heading out soon,” you tell him after a painfully boring conversation about what he made for dinner last night. “I need to go food shopping so um, let me grab your stuff.”

“Oh,” James says, his expression faltering slightly as you set your mug down on the coffee table and get to your feet. “Yeah. Of course. Thank you.”

You take a few steps—towards your room when James suddenly calls your name.

“Could I—could I just ask you something?”

You hesitate but you turn around anyway because you couldn’t say no. Not to the man you had once loved.

“Did you—were you thinking about him?” James asks quietly. “Is that why you said his name?”

The look of shame on your face alone is enough of an answer. You watch as James clenches his jaw before looking away from you.

You take it as your cue to leave and you couldn’t have left the room any quicker. You manage to locate an empty box in the back of your closet and you begin to stuff various items of James’ that you could spot around your room—a few old hoodies of his, a Duran Duran cassette tape and some of his boxers that you found in the back of your underwear drawer.

It’s as you head into the bathroom to grab the toothbrush that he had kept in your apartment that you hear the familiar sound of Steve coming home.

Your heart plummets, landing somewhere deep in your gut. Because the last thing—the very last thing—you wanted was for James and Steve to interact.

You quickly shove James’ toothbrush, an almost empty bottle of his cologne and his moisturiser into the box of his stuff that you had collected as your heart pounds in your chest. You could practically hear it thumping, hear the blood rushing through your body as murmurs from both Steve and James reach your ears.

You nearly bolt out of the bathroom in your haste to stop their conversation.

“—I just think it’s a pretty shitty thing to show up here after blindsiding her—”

“—blindsiding? Is that what you think I did—”

You clear your throat and both men turn to look at you. You see James had got to his feet, that Steve was stood a short distance away from him wearing that jacket and those damn jeans that stretched deliciously over his thighs—

You curse yourself from thinking about Steve and his thighs, especially in this situation, with James barely two feet away from you.

You wordlessly hold out the box for James to take. He’s looking at you with an expression you don’t quite recognise and it makes the sense of dread living in your gut intensify to such a level that you have to look away from your ex-boyfriend.

“Thanks for um, bringing my stuff and stopping by,” you say as you chance a glance at Steve who seemed to be trying to burn a hole in the side of James’ head. The protectiveness of it made you want to press your thighs together as an ache built itself between your legs. You curse yourself again for thinking such depraved thoughts. Steve was just being a good friend. A really, really good friend. 

James grunts in acknowledgement, looking at you for a few more moments before he takes the box of his things from you.

“Thanks for the coffee,” he says. “And my stuff. I really appreciate it.”

But he doesn’t move and the fact he isn’t leaving terrifies you. Because now he knows you had been thinking about Steve. And if he decided to tell Steve the real reason for your break up—well, you really didn’t want to think about the repercussions. The embarrassment of it happening was enough of a punishment, the thought of Steve finding out made you feel physically ill.

Steve—seeming to misinterpret the fear in your eyes as something else entirely—steps between you and James.

“You gonna get out of here?” Steve asks James bluntly. “I think you’ve broken her heart enough.”

James’ head snaps towards Steve and you can see the anger that had been hidden there.

“Broken her heart?” James retorts, his fingers gripping the box in his hands tightly. “Is that—I didn’t break shit. This was her doing, she was the one who—”

“James,” you cut across him in a small voice. “Please, don’t.”

James stops at the sound of your voice and as he looks at you, you can see the man who once loved you. The man that still probably loved you despite the fact you had broken his heart by crying out a name at the height of your pleasure that wasn’t his own.

“Sure,” James says finally, jaw set. “I’ll go.”

Your shoulders sag in relief as James finally moves, stepping towards the door to your apartment. He makes sure to shoulder barge Steve as he moves past him. Steve looks as though he wanted nothing more than to call James out for it but one look at your face and he knows to shut his mouth for your sake.

The moment the door closes behind James, you let out a breath that you hadn’t realised you had been holding. You take a few shuddering breaths before you turn to look at Steve and see his arms are already open for you. 

You don’t hesitate. 

Just like that night that you and James had broken up, Steve’s arms surround you. Strong, sturdy, everything that you needed to keep you afloat. Your nerves were shot, your breathing heavy and Steve was there to hold you through it all. You try not to think about his large hands that were rubbing your back gently, about how you wanted those hands all over your body. How you wanted them to slip between your legs, his thick fingers gliding over your wet, glistening lips before slipping inside—

Steve says your name and it pulls you from your thoughts. You pull away enough to look at him and your breath catches when you find your face inches away from your own. It takes everything in you to not look down at those perfect, pillowly lips of his.

“Yeah?” You murmur quietly, looking instead at those big pools of brown you wanted to drown in.

Steve looks as though he was steeling himself, thinking carefully about his next words as he looks back at you. And you know just by the look on his face what he wanted to ask. You knew, of course you knew, that he wanted to know about the reason for your breakup. For weeks, you had been avoiding the subject because the truth of it was so mortifying and you would rather die than admit it to Steve. You couldn’t exactly blame him for being curious and after what James had said—that breakup was your doing—you wouldn’t blame him if he asked.

But you watch as Steve seems to decide against asking you the question. You see how he swallows before looking away from you, eyes on the box of your things that James had returned. “You um, you good?” He asks instead.

The honest answer was no—you weren’t okay. Not in the slightest. The guilt had returned to a dull ache after seeing James. You also felt confused, incredibly so. About what your fantasies about Steve meant. The fact you also seemed to be stupidly horny wasn’t helping your mess of emotions either.

“I’ll be okay,” you tell him simply, making the choice to step away from him before you tell him everything. “M’gonna start dinner, is stir fry okay?”

Steve seems to accept the line in the sand you had drawn and smiles. “Yeah. Sounds great. I’ll cut the peppers.”

A week after you had seen James, you had left work early. You had been nursing a headache ever since you woke up. A dull ache pressing itself against your skull that had been steadily building ever since you headed to work earlier in the morning before finally reaching a peak around lunchtime when Robin finally told you to head home. Eddie happened to be hanging around the station at the time, trying to convince Robin to play his band’s song (which had been turned down by your manager since it wasn’t “radio friendly”) and so, he took you back to the apartment instead of having to call Steve to pick you up.

You don’t mean to be quiet as you enter the apartment but your head was still pounding and so you were avoiding loud noises. You choose to softly close the door behind you instead of slamming it shut like you usually would. You didn’t even call out to Steve to announce that you were home. You just head straight to your room to crawl beneath your covers. 

It’s after a minute of laying there, hoping you’ll fall asleep and wake up with a head that wasn’t pounding that you hear it. A low groaning coming from Steve’s room. 

Your stomach sinks.

“Ahhhh—fucccking hell,” you hear him moan and that sound—that fucking sound—went straight to your core.

You squeeze your eyes shut. You told yourself to ignore it, you had a headache and needed to sleep it off. Needed to not listen to Steve and whoever he was fucking in his bedroom. But still, you don’t reach for the headphones that live in your bedside drawer.

“Fucccck yeah—just like that.”

You found that your thighs were beginning to squeeze themselves together. You hadn’t gotten off in weeks and Steve’s voice—his delicious groans—were making you slick between your legs without much effort. Even if the thought of Steve with someone else made you feel sick. Even if it made your heart feel as though someone was squeezing it and—

Your thoughts were cut off by a moan coming from Steve that was so obscene that your eyes couldn’t help but open. Your headache was almost entirely forgotten as you zeroed in on those unabashed noises that were falling from Steve’s lips. 

It was then you noticed the absence of another voice. It was only Steve’s groans filling his room, only him making noises of shameless pleasure. It was then that you realised—with a surge of something hot that made your body feel as though it was burning with pleasure—that Steve was in fact, alone. That it was just Steve in his room, unaware you were home, getting off. And it was the hottest thing you had ever heard.

You could hear it now—the sound of Steve fucking his fist. Wet squelching that made you painfully aware of the heat pooling between your legs. You found yourself wondering if he had used a lotion or perhaps lube or even his own spit. The thought alone made you so stupidly wet that the slightest twitch of your legs had your pussy aching.

You shouldn’t—you know you shouldn’t. You know you should just grab your walkman and headphones and give Steve his privacy. You know you shouldn’t fall back into this old habit. But then you hear Steve let out a particularly loud grunt and you can’t stop yourself.

You start by slipping your hand beneath your shirt, fingers tracing the skin of your stomach as you listen to Steve and his moans that had you clenching around nothing. Your pussy was practically drooling with want. You weren’t sure how long you had—how long it would take for Steve to come—and so, you didn’t waste any time.

Your fingers shake a little as you unbutton your trousers before slipping your hand beneath the fabric. You have to suppress a gasp as your finger makes contact with the dampness that your slick has caused through your panties. It felt so, so good. Your fingers began circling your swollen and neglected clit through your panties. You had to fight back the moan that was bubbling up your throat, you hadn’t touched yourself in so long that even a gentle brush of your fingers over your sensitive flesh felt electric. And Steve’s moans weren’t helping.

“Ahhh, fuck me—” Steve moans out and you hear the lewd sounds of him fucking his fist faster. “Fuck me, fuccck me—”

Oh, how you wanted to do just that. You wanted him to be inside of you, wanted his thick cock to split you open and put you back together again. You wanted him buried so deep inside of you that you would feel him for days. You wanted him so bad that your thighs were trembling.

Your fingers hastily found their way into your underwear and the moment you made contact with your wetness, you let out a small whimper—

But Steve was too busy chasing his high to notice. You could hear it in how much he was moaning. How he was groaning out nonsense.

You zeroed in on his voice and how fucking desperate he sounded as your fingers collected your slick and smeared it over your folds. It felt incredible. Now you weren’t with James, you didn’t have that sense of shame in your gut as your fingers slid through your wetness. All your focus was on Steve. Steve, Steve, Steve.

You plunge two fingers inside of yourself at the thought of Steve. You imagine his pretty brown eyes glassy, lips parted and wet, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink colour, his chestnut hair mused, messy but still somehow perfect. You imagined his hand pumping his cock which even in his large hands would look stupidly big. You imagine the tip of his cock leaking precum, imagine his hand squeezing his twitching length and throwing his head back to expose that pretty neck of his that was dotted with moles.

You had to bite back a moan as you began pumping your fingers in and out, your hips bucking upwards. You were so fucking wet from listening to your roommate and you couldn’t help but imagine Steve slurping up your slick like it was something sacred.

You add another finger as Steve’s groans pick up. Your eyes close, your head tilts back and you’re in bliss. Your fingers curl inside yourself and it takes everything not to moan out, not to join Steve in those unabashed noises he was making in his room. Your other hand—the other that had been fisting the sheets beneath you—joins the fray, fingers circling your clit as you finger yourself faster. You begin to imagine it was Steve’s thick fingers inside of you as you feel your stomach tighten, the coil in your lower belly close to snapping.

And then—Steve lets out a strangled moan and you know then that he had tipped over the edge. And that sound—perhaps one of the greatest sounds you had ever heard—along with the image in your head of Steve Harrington filling you up to the brim with thick ropes of his cum, is what makes you tip right over the edge with him. 

The warmth spreads quickly. It spreads from your dripping cunt right down to your toes. You feel as though your whole body is humming beneath your skin. All the tension in your body vanishes, even the damn headache you had been nursing had lessened considerably. Your eyes flutter close, your head tilts back as you feel your release dripping down your fingers.

You blink—still floating, still basking in the aftermath of your orgasm. You can hear Steve quietly moving around his bedroom but you don’t want to move yet. Because now reality was settling in and you can’t help but think about that feeling you had in your chest when you had thought Steve wasn’t alone. How now that you thought about it, with a clear mind, how that feeling had felt an awful lot like jealousy. The sort of jealousy you remember feeling at the beginning of your relationship with James, when women would look at him for a little too long. 

And it’s then that you realise why your breakup hadn’t devastated you. You realise why you found yourself looking at Steve so much, why you felt warm and safe when he was near. Why the day felt brighter when you realised he had made you coffee, why you barely thought about James since your breakup. You realise why you thought so much about Steve—not just because you were clearly very sexually attracted to him—but because your heart beat a little faster when he was near. You still wanted to jump his bones, wanted him to fuck you until there was nothing left but you also wanted to kiss him slowly, to trace your fingers over the moles over his back and arms that were scattered like constellations over his skin. You wanted to wake up beside him, wanted to be more than roommates, more than just friends.And that realisation? That devastating realisation that you had genuine feelings for Steve, for your roommate and good friend—that it wasn’t just lust or you being horny, single and confused—well, it made everything so much more confusing.

After that, you were kind of ruined.

On a near nightly basis, you were back to getting off while thinking about Steve. And after, you would let yourself indulge in a different kind of fantasy—the one that saw you and Steve living a life that wasn’t just roommates. You found yourself wanting to ask Nancy what Steve had been like as a boyfriend and in fact, you had to stop yourself from asking her on multiple occasions.

You had even tried to put some distance between yourself and Steve but it had been difficult—near enough impossible—due to the fact that you lived together but you had tried anyway.

It lasted perhaps two days before Steve had pouted at you for turning down a movie night.

You had folded pretty damn quickly after that.

And so, despite your best efforts, you really started to fall for Steve.

But you also knew how complicated admitting your feelings would be. First of all, you lived together. If Steve didn’t feel the same way and turned you down, you would be in a pretty sticky situation. He may even move out if you were honest with him. Secondly, he was one of your best friends. The kind of friend you wanted to remain in your life for as long as humanely possible. 

But it was hard because Steve was Steve and you found yourself wanting him so badly that you couldn’t help but think about him being about yours. About what it would be like to have his arm thrown over your shoulder in a way that wasn’t just a friendly embrace. What it would be like to kiss him whenever you wanted to. You couldn’t help but think about his smile, his eyes, his laugh, his hair, his arms, his hands, his thighs, his—

The sound of jeering rips you from your thoughts about Steve and his damn thighs.

It was a Friday night and once again, you and your friends found yourselves at the bar near yours and Steve’s apartment. It very rarely was busy at the bar, people tended to give the establishment a wide berth but game nights seemed to be the one exception.

“Don’t you just love sports?” Eddie asks the group with a roll of his eyes as he takes a swig of beer.

You weren’t sitting in your usual booth because a group of Colts fans had taken the spot. Instead, you were seated in a much smaller booth which you weren’t complaining about since Steve was pressed against your right side. His thigh pushed against yours. It felt so strong, thick and sturdy and you tried desperately not to think about riding it. How about it would feel to hike your skirt up, straddle that luscious thigh of his and drag your needy cunt over his jeans. How it would feel to watch Steve watching you as you used his thigh to get off, your slick dripping through your panties and onto his jeans. Your swollen, aching clit begging for attention that Steve would happily—

“(y/n)?”

“Huh?”

You had been so deep in your fantasy of riding Steve’s thigh that you hadn’t even registered Nancy saying your name. 

Your face felt warm and you blinked several times, looking over at Nancy as though you hadn’t been imagining yourself getting off on her ex-boyfriend’s thigh.

“Yeah, Nance?” You ask, shifting in your seat to try and put a bit of distance between yourself and Steve but all you did was register just how wet you now were.

“Um, James is over there.”

If there was anything—anything—that would have put your horny thoughts about Steve to bed, it was that.

You feel cold all of a sudden, your eyes flickering over to where Nancy was looking and sure enough—there he was. He was standing at the bar with a few friends that you vaguely recognised. He looked a lot better now. He didn’t look like the guy who had been at your apartment a few weeks ago. No longer looked like the guy who had been weighed down by heartache. He was clean shaven, his hair freshly cut and even you couldn’t deny, he looked good. Even if he still seemed to be struggling with putting together a fashionable outfit without your input.

But the fact he was here made you immediately anxious. James knew that you and Steve only lived down the road. He also knew this was where you spent Friday nights with your friends. It was anything but a coincidence.

You feel Steve sit up a little straighter beside you. You try not to think about it.

“Should we get him to leave?” Eddie asks, glancing at you and looking as though he wanted nothing more than to pick a fight with your ex-boyfriend.

You shake your head quickly, swallowing as you look away from James and his friends. “No—Jesus, no. It—it’s fine, Eddie. He isn’t bothering anyone—”

“—he’s bothering me,” Steve mutters, his arm seeming to subconsciously press against yours. The touch sets a fire deep in your gut that you find near impossible to ignore.

“It’s fine,” you insist, picking up your drink and taking a long sip, just to distract yourself from the conflicting mess of emotions you were feeling.

Eddie looks as though he doesn’t buy it and neither does Jonathan.

“You sure?” Jonathan asks you gently, his eyes flickering over your face as though searching for any hint of uncomfortableness.

“It’s fine,” you repeat with another shake of your head and a slightly forced smile. “I’m fine.”

Jonathan doesn’t buy it. You can tell by the look on his face. You couldn’t exactly blame him because you were practically radiating nervousness. But the very last thing you wanted was to cause a scene.

“Let’s just pretend he’s not here,” Robin says and you’re grateful for the suggestion, your shoulders sagging slightly in relief. “Who wants some shots? Something to drown out the sound of sport fans—”

“—Oh shit,” Nancy interrupts her girlfriend, her eyes wide as she looks back in the direction of the bar.

You all turn at the exact same time to see a woman walk right over to your ex-boyfriend and press a not so friendly kiss to his lips.

And suddenly—the reason for James being at your local bar made perfect sense. He wanted to show off that he was moving on. Perhaps even wanted you to be jealous. But truthfully, you felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. Your friends however—

“Really?” Robin scoffs as she scowls over at James. “In our bar? Really?”

“What a fucking dick,” Eddie seethes. “Are you sure you don’t want me to knock his lights out? Please? Just one punch—”

“Absolutely not,” you say with a shake of your head. “He’s allowed to move on, it’s fine—”

“—fine?” Nancy repeats. “How is that fine? He broke up with you and less than two months later he’s at your local bar showing off his rebound.”

Your face warms—you know how it looks from the outside. How it looks to your friends. It looks like James was being purposefully cruel. That he had dumped you, left you heartbroken and was now rubbing the fact he had moved on in your face. And sure, perhaps the last part of it was true and James had been the one to dump you but you weren’t heartbroken. In fact, you were relieved and James had been well within his rights to break up with you. But you couldn’t tell your friends that.

“I just—I’m not really bothered,” you say with a quick glance at Steve because you couldn’t help yourself and you found him already looking at you. “I mean—I’ve had time and I’m okay. Really, he can do what he wants.”

Both Eddie and Nancy look as though they wanted to argue. You couldn’t read Steve’s expression and Jonathan seemed deep in thought. Robin was the only one who was happy to take your word for it.

“So, back to shots—”

Despite James’ presence at the bar, you still had a good evening. A great evening in fact, even with the bar full of sports fans. You found yourself not thinking about James or the nameless woman he was with. You were too focused on your friends, on laughing with Robin about work and debating a newspaper article with Nancy and with Steve sat beside you—James was the very last thought on your mind. 

You had all decided to leave together, since the Colts winning the game had meant the bar was turning a little too rowdy for your liking and Steve had suggested heading back to your apartment for a few more drinks. 

You thought you were in the clear, had thought you had gotten away from an incredibly awkward situation. You headed for the exit to the bar, Robin’s arm thrown around your shoulders—

But the sound of your name pulls you harshly back into reality. 

You turn and see that you had just walked right past James and his friends and that nameless woman who, judging by the look on her face, seemed to clock who you were right away.

You feel a hand on your lower back and you know instantly it was Steve’s. Anchoring you. Making sure you were okay. Unknowingly making your stomach turn to goo, your insides dance.

“C’mon,” Steve murmurs, voice low as he leans in to whisper in your ear. “Let’s—”

“Oh, that’s (y/n)?” The nameless woman says loudly enough for you to hear. You stop, feeling a horrible sense of dread that makes bile rise to your mouth. You should continue walking, perhaps even run. Panic was beginning to rise gut to your chest, squeezing your lungs and making it difficult to breathe. But before you could put one foot in front of the other, the nameless woman continued—“The one you broke up with because she said her roommate’s name during sex? Is that her?”

It feels as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice over your head. The embarrassment felt cold at first, then it began to burn. It burned so hot that you couldn’t really think straight. But you felt Steve’s hand pull away from your lower back. Your body seemed to shut down entirely as shame took over. Your eyes flicker down to the sticky floor of the bar as you think of something—anything—to say.

But nothing comes to mind.

And in your silence and the sheer panic in James’ expression before telling the woman to “stop talking”, everyone within ear shot seemed to understand that she knew something they didn’t.

And god, the silence from your friends—from Steve—is deafening. You couldn’t stand it. You couldn't stand to bear witness to the look on any of your friend’s faces. How—for once in his life—Eddie was silent. How Steve was looking at you—

You don’t look at Steve—or any of your friends for that matter—as you push past Robin. You could feel your hands shaking, your eyes burning as you willed yourself not to cry before you could escape. Your body felt hot with a dangerous concoction of shame and embarrassment. You barely even register anything around you as you head straight for the exit. You hear your name being called, hear James apologising profusely but you don’t stop. You didn’t even grab your jacket from Jonathan and the cold bites at your exposed skin as you walk down the street.

‘That’s (y/n)?’

‘The one you broke up with because she said her roommate’s name during sex? Is that her?’

The words replay over and over again in your head like a song on repeat. How James had looked equally mortified as you. You suppose you couldn’t blame for telling someone—he was hurt and perhaps even embarrassed himself by the reason for your breakup, it wasn’t his fault for trusting the wrong person.

Tears of embarrassment and shame fell down your cheeks that you couldn’t be bothered to wipe away. Your heart hammered in your chest as you passed by groups of jeering and drunken Colts fans. You wondered what your friends thought of you, if they were laughing behind your back. You thought that maybe if you hadn’t panicked, that maybe if you had played it off as a joke, you wouldn’t be walking down the street in tears right now. 

But you knew you couldn’t go back. You couldn’t play it off as a joke now, not when you had left and James’ apologises had followed you out the door.

You make it back to the apartment within three minutes. The obnoxious pink couch is taunting you—the memory of having sex with James on that couch while thinking about Steve, moaning out his name instead.

You retreated to your room, though you knew it would be the first place your friends would look for you. 

And sure enough, barely two minutes later—the door to the apartment opens and then slams shut.

And Steve calls your name.

You know instantly he was alone. There was just one set of footsteps heading to your bedroom door. 

And you wait.

He says your name again, right outside your door.

You want to crawl under the covers and hide, perhaps remain there for all entirety. Haunt the room maybe by refusing to leave. But the small sob you let out is enough to give you away.

Your bedroom door opens and you look up to see Steve standing in your doorway.

You felt as though you couldn't move, your body frozen in some sort of state of humiliation as you looked at Steve’s face.

“Is it true?” He asks and for the first time since you had known him, you’re unable to read his expression. You can’t tell if he’s mad, amused or confused. “Did you—did you really say my name when you and James were—” Steve cuts himself off, his face turning a little red.

You can’t look at him as you nod, tears were still falling down your face and you felt so humiliated that you were sure that would spontaneously combust from the shame.

Steve doesn’t say anything and it only makes you feel more upset. Because Steve was surely to hate you or be repulsed by you or—

“Why?” Steve asks and you make the mistake of looking at him, at his pretty face and the words slip from your lips before you could stop yourself.

“Because I was thinking about you so I could get off with him,” you admit.

Silence. Absolute deafening silence.

If you couldn’t read Steve’s expression before, you definitely couldn’t read it now and the panic you felt in your gut meant words were falling from your lips before you could even think.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, your voice shaky from tears as you sit up in your bed. “I know it was wrong and weird and I shouldn’t have done it but I—he never made me come, Steve. I mean—he did once but it was sort of a fluke and it never happened again—but I just—I always felt so awful after sex because James was good and kind and it still didn’t feel like enough—”

“—wait, he never made you come?” Steve asks, his expression still undecipherable.

You shake your head and sniffle. “No, not really. Not until I—”

You cut yourself off and look at him and you know you should stop talking but you can’t.

“—Not until I thought about you.”

“But I don’t—I mean—how did that work for you?”

“Because I—I heard you having sex with other women and you seemed like you could always make them come and it—”

“You listened to me having sex?” Steve asks you and the way he said it made you burn with shame.

You wanted to lie, wanted to tell him no, you hadn't but it was too late. And so, you simply nod.

Steve doesn’t say anything, he just looks at you for a long, long moment before shaking his head. 

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, looking away from you and your heart sinks, you hastily try and wipe away the tears, makeup smearing across your cheek as you try (and fail) to compose yourself.

“I’m so sorry,” you sniffle as you get to your feet, standing in front of Steve and hoping he saw how ashamed you felt. “I’m really sorry. I know I shouldn’t have and it was a gross invasion of your privacy but—”

“—did you touch yourself?”

You blink. You weren’t quite sure you had heard him correctly but as you meet his gaze you realise that you hadn’t misheard him. You could see the slight flush in his cheeks.

Your breath hitches and you nod. “Yeah,” you tell him because there was no point in lying to Steve now. “I did.”

Steve looks at you for another long moment before looking away. His jaw is clenched, body tense and you notice how his hands twitch at his sides. You imagine he’s trying to stop himself from walking out the door.

“That—shit—(y/n), what am I supposed to say to that?”

“I don’t—”

“—what am I supposed to do with that information when I—when I’ve been in love with you since the week I moved in.”

Everything stops. Or, it seems to. There’s the sound of sirens somewhere down the street, you hear your elderly neighbours yelling at each other but it felt for you as though the world had stopped spinning.

You try and process what Steve had just said but for the life of you, you can’t do it. Because there was no way—there was absolutely no way—that Steve, your friend, your roommate, had just admitted to being in love with you for the better part of two years.

“You—what?”

Steve laughs, exasperated as he looks at you and you can see it in his face, the desperation in his eyes, the longing.

“I said, I’ve been in love with you since the week I moved in. It was since that—since you made me mac and cheese that night after I came back from my parents house. I never told you this but they actually threw out all the shit I had left there. My dad said some shitty things to me and I came back to the apartment and—you just took care of me in a way no one has before. I didn’t even have to ask, it's like you just knew. Like you got me when we hadn’t even known each other for that long.”

“Plus, the mac and cheese was fucking incredible,” Steve says with a soft smile and you can’t help but smile too, wiping a tear that had fallen down your cheek.

“It wasn’t my best,” you murmur back.

“It was perfect,” Steve tells you. “It was the first time I had ever felt a place was really home.”

Your expression softens, something inside of you wants to reach out and pull him in. 

“And then I found out you had a boyfriend and—well, that sucked. But I respected it because you seemed so happy and in love and I didn’t want to make things awkward between us,” Steve continues. “So, I went on dates. An embarrassing amount of dates. Trying to find someone who made me feel the way you did. Someone who saw me—the real me—and still liked me. Someone who got me. But no one gets me the way you do. No one. And I tried—believe me, I tried but fuck—I haven’t been able to shake it for over two years.”

“Then when you and James broke up I was relieved. I felt fucking awful about it but I was. I was so relieved. It’s why I stopped going out on dates, why I stopped sleeping with other women. It wasn’t some sympathetic act on celibacy or whatever you thought it was but because—because I figured I might—maybe I finally had a chance.”

“Steve—”

“—but I gotta be honest with you if it’s just—it’s just lust you’re feeling then I—I need you to know that I can’t. I can’t. I want to fuck you—god, (y/n) you have no idea how much I want to fuck you. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you.”

Something hot pools in your lower stomach and starts to burn. You become aware of the distance between you and you find yourself desperately wanting to close it.

“R—really?” You ask him, wanting to hear every dirty detail. You wanted him to tell you every explicit thought he had ever had about you. You wanted to hear exactly how he wanted to fuck you.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, taking a tentative step closer to you. “Really.”

His eyes flicker down—sweeping over your body and leaving you breathless without even touching you. He was holding back. You could see it in the way his fists were clenched at his sides, how he wets his lips as he looked at yours before looking away.

“But I’m in love with you and though I really fucking want to—I don’t want to fuck you if that’s all you want. I can’t do that with you.”

He was giving you an out, you knew it was the safe option. To pretend that your feelings were strictly platonic with an unhealthy amount of sexual tension. But as you looked at his face, you found yourself being unable to lie to him. 

“You know what I felt when James dumped me?” You say finally and Steve looks back at you, shaking his head. “Relieved. I was relieved. And I felt—I felt free, almost. Thinking about it now I think I fell out of love with him a long time ago but just couldn’t admit it to myself because so many people told me how lucky I was to be with a guy like him. That he was the kind of guy I should marry. And for a long time, I believed that. Even though deep down, I knew he wasn’t right for me. He loved me, he really did, I know that but he didn’t care about my pleasure. Not at all. I tried to tell him what I liked and it was just in one ear and out the other and little by little, I stopped loving him. And I feel awful about it because he’s nice and he just—”

“—if all you can say about him is ‘he’s nice’ then I don’t think you should feel bad,” Steve tells you gently, his hands finding yours and squeezing. “You weren’t meant to be. That’s okay. You’re not a horrible person.”

“You sure?” You ask Steve in a barely there whisper.

Steve smiles a little and nods gently. “You’re the best person I know. Of course, I’m sure.”

You bite back a smile as you tilt your head to look at him.

“I think I’m in love with you too Steve,” you admit, in a voice so quiet Steve has to lean in to be sure he heard you. 

Steve doesn’t say anything, he simply stares at you with a mix of disbelief, affection and an undeniable hunger in his eyes. 

And then—he smiles at you and it was like seeing sunshine on a rainy day. 

His hands leave yours and for a moment, you feel empty but then he gently cups your face between his large hands, so he could wipe away all the tears that had previously fallen. 

“So, we’re just a couple of horny freaks in love,” he murmurs and you let out a soft laugh, leaning into his touch as you feel his thumb gently swipe over your cheek.

“The horniest,” you say with a soft smile.

You were sure that there was more to say. There was so much more to talk about but right now? Talking was the last thing on your mind.

Your hands find their way to the front of his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric as you look at Steve. He knows without words what you wanted. He could probably feel it in the air, smell the want on your skin.

“You sure?” Steve whispers, brown eyes flickering between yours

“Please just kiss me, Harrington,” you tell him breathlessly. 

Steve did not need to be told twice.

His lips met yours in a kiss that was surprisingly soft. You felt Steve almost instantly melt into the kiss and you couldn’t help but do the same. His hands—those large hands that you had spent so long fantasising about—had found home on your waist while yours rested on his chest, fingers curling further into the fabric of his shirt.

His lips slid wetly against yours and you felt something hot rush through you and soon, what had begun as something innocent and soft turned into hot and heavy.

You felt one of his hands move to your jaw where he titled your head back and so he could kiss you deeper, his tongue gently coaxing your mouth open. You parted your lips eagerly and the wet heat of his tongue had you whimpering against him.

You feel Steve smile against your lips, probably feeling smug, before he pulls away enough to murmur, “You getting all worked up already, pretty girl?”

You almost wanted to slap that smug look from his face but the moment he calls you pretty girl, you falter.

“Shut up,” you tell him and the small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth has you reeling.

“Gladly.”

And then he’s kissing you all over again. Your lips crash together with over a year of built-up tension finally giving over. Steve’s lips are warm and inviting, his tongue sliding against yours in a kiss that had you moaning into his mouth and had Steve tugging you closer until your body was flush against his. And fuck—he was already hard.

The kiss became almost frantic. Steve groans against your lips as his hands begin to roam your body. They return to your waist briefly before sliding down to your hips and squeezing.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Steve murmurs against your lips as he hands slide from your hips to your ass, which he shamelessly grabs with both his hands over your skirt. “So fucking gorgeous.”

You make a noise against his lips as his tongue sweeps back into your mouth. You can’t stop touching him, your hands finding their way into his hair, pulling him ever closer. It was the kind of kiss that went straight to your cunt—that left your pussy aching and your lips tingling.

You barely register Steve guiding you both backwards. All you know is you feel the backs of your knees hit your bed and you fall down willingly. Steve takes a moment to just look at you—to marvel at you, at the tops of your thighs that peaked out beneath your skirt, at your flushed face, at your lips that were wet and swollen from his kisses and Steve can’t resist.

He’s back on you and truthfully, you could have made out with him for hours. He was stupidly good at kissing. He knew how to apply the right kind of pressure, knew how to kiss you in a way that left you aching for more. Knew how to have you whimpering beneath him with just his lips. 

His shirt was the first item of clothing to come off and you were practically drooling at the smattering of dark hair that covered his chest.

“You think I need a wax?” He asks you with a wry smile.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. “You dare—”

Steve grins, leaning over you to silence you with a kiss. “I’m kidding, baby.”

He made quick work of your top next, one of his large hands cupping your breast over the cup and squeezing.

“Can I—”

“Yes,” you gasp out, back arching and practically pressing your breasts into his face. “Please.”

You try not to think about how quick he is at unclipping your bra. But honestly—you’re not thinking about much as his lips wrap around your nipple. The sound you let out is one you couldn’t control, it was loud and you were sure to get noise complaints. But as Steve began to suck the pebbled peak, tongue swirling, you found you didn’t really care about noise complaints. 

“Ah—fuck, Steve—”

Steve hums against your skin and the slight vibration has you writhing beneath him. 

“What is it, baby?” He asks you, pulling away from your skin before blowing cool air over your sensitive peak. “What do you want? Tell me?”

Your body felt as though it was on fire. No guy had ever asked what you wanted before and it must have shown on your face because Steve slowly moves back up your body so he could look down at you.

“Tell me,” he whispers, lips ghosting over your cheek. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl. You want the world? I’ll give it to you.”

You let out a breathless sort of laugh but it ceased the moment you felt his lips against your neck, tongue laving over the skin.

You were sure you were going to die. You had never—in all your life—been so turned on. Your body felt so hot that you were surprised that you hadn’t burst into flames. There was an ache between your legs that was so intense that even the slightest movement had you whimpering. 

“You—your mouth,” you manage to gasp. “I—I want your mouth, Steve.”

“My mouth,” Steve murmurs, smiling when you jolt as his hand grips your thigh in order to hike it over his hip. “My mouth—where, baby? Where do you want my mouth? Use your words.”

Your face burned and you wanted nothing more than for Steve to just read your mind. For him to get the hint as you tried to move your hips. But Steve wasn’t going to give in that easy, he wanted to hear exactly what you wanted.

“Be—between my legs,” you say breathlessly. “Please, Steve.”

Steve didn’t hesitate. He began to kiss his way down your body, his tongue briefly teasing over the nipple that he had previously neglected and smiling when you whimpered.

“You’re so fucking sensitive,” he murmurs against the skin of your navel as his fingers tug at the waistband of your skirt. You lift your hips in a silent invitation and Steve’s quick to slip both your skirt and panties down your legs. 

The moment you were laid bare for him, Steve’s expression changes. There was still hunger of course but Steve? He was in complete and utter awe of your body.

“You’re fucking beautiful baby,” he tells you reverently, hands shaking slightly on your hips as though he didn’t quite know where to start. “Fucking perfect.”

He leans down, his lips on your inner thigh, causing you to moan out in anticipation. You were so wet—so fucking wet it was embarrasing—but Steve seemed to marvel in it. He breathed you in as his lips moved higher.

“God, look at you,” he murmurs as his eyes feast on your glistening folds.

You want to tell him to stop teasing you, to stop making you wait. But before the words could come out—Steve dove in.

The first swipe of his tongue against you has your fingers curling into your bedsheets beneath you and your back arching off the bed. You don’t bother holding back on your moan—you let it out and it was all the encouragement he needed.

And Steve? This man was made to eat pussy.

Steve was relentless. His tongue was hot, eager, swiping a broad stroke from your entrance right up to your swollen, needy clit. You cry out, unable to stop yourself. Your hands find his hair, already messy from your fingers and you grip the strands tightly as Steve’s tongue circles with your clit with delicate precision.

“You taste like fucking heaven, baby,” Steve murmurs, pulling away from you for a few seconds. You make the mistake of looking down at him and seeing his chin glistening with your sweet juices. “My girl tastes so good.”

You barely have time to process him calling you my girl before you feel his fingers sliding between your folds.

“Oh—fuck!”

You cry out as two of his thick fingers dip inside of you as his mouth continues its gentle but tortuous assault on your clit. Your body felt on fire and you were so fucking wet you could hear the squelching of your slick, mixed with his spit as Steve began pumping his fingers in and out of you. You were so close already and the fact that Steve himself was starting to moan, grinding against your thigh so you could feel his thick and heavy cock through his jeans—well, you knew you weren’t going to last very long.

“Gonna come already, baby?” Steve asks you as he curls his fingers, tongue peeking out to play with your clit as he finds that spongey spot inside of you that had your back bowing off the bed. “C’mon, you’re doing so fucking good. Look at you. So fucking good f’me.”

Your moans were wanton, your neighbours would definitely complain. But that didn’t matter as Steve’s fingers moved in and out of your dripping pussy, as his mouth sucked at your sensitive bud. You wanted to hold out for a little longer, wanted to remain in your bed with Steve’s head between your legs for the rest of time but you made the mistake of looking down and seeing Steve looking at you—it was the thing that tipped you over the edge.

Your entire body shakes. Your orgasm hit you so hard that for a few moments, your vision whites out. Steve Harrington had sent you to another planet, perhaps another universe with his mouth and the only thing keeping you tethered to the bed was him. His hands gripping your thighs, wet lips lapping up every last drop of your sweet release.

He only pulls away when you tug at his hair. He looked wrecked. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and wet from your slick and you can’t help yourself. You were still trembling from your orgasm but you didn’t care. You tug him up roughly before kissing him. You taste yourself on his tongue and it was the hottest fucking thing you had ever experienced.

“Take your fucking jeans off,” you breathlessly tell him.

Steve’s eyes widen a little at your tone but he doesn’t need telling twice.

He stands, eyes on you as unbuckles his belt. You sit up because fuck—you had thought about his cock a lot. Your cunt clenched around nothing as he tugged his jeans down his legs. The first sight of the bulge in his boxers had your eyes widening.

“Is that a weapon of mass destruction I see or are you happy to see me?” You ask, lips twitching into a teasing smile.

Steve looks a little bashful, eyes soft as he looks down at you. “A bit of both.”

You almost laugh—about to tease him further—but then Steve pulls his boxers down and every smart quip you had lined up vanishes.

“Holy—fucking hell, Harrington.”

“What?” Steve is trying his best to seem coy as his cock hangs heavy over his soft tummy. Your eyes are shamelessly taking in every inch—and god, was there a lot of inches—of his beautiful cock. Your lips part, mouth feeling awfully dry as you gaze at the sheer size of him, at the slight curve of it, at the tip that was flushed a needy pink, already dribbling precum.

“It’s just—you’re really big,” you tell him bluntly, unable to stop yourself from reaching out to wrap your hand around him.

“Fuck,” Steve hisses at the touch and you look up at him, seeing the way he was clenching his jaw. You decide to put him out of his misery.

You let go of his cock, taking his hand and pulling him back down onto the bed. Steve lets you pull him down willingly and your lips find each other in a kiss that was somehow sweet despite the situation.

“You know I’m ruined for anyone else, right?” Steve murmurs as you gently push him back onto your mattress.

“I figured,” you say as you straddle his lap. Your wet heat pressing right against his achingly hard cock. “But the feeling’s pretty mutual."

Steve wanted to say more, wanted to tell you everything that he had never told you. But there’d be time for that.

“You um—you wanna grab a—”

“No,” you shake your head as you reach down to wrap a hand around the base of his heavy cock to guide him to your entrance. “I’m on the pill.”

“Fuck,” Steve mutters, his hands back on your waist and gripping tightly. “Does that mean I can—”

You don’t let him finish the sentence, too busy sinking yourself down onto his cock to let him. The stretch was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Nancy hadn’t been lying about worrying about being split in two because Steve’s cock was allconsuming. You felt your head fall back and eyes roll as you lowered yourself down onto him completely.

“Fuck—baby—shit—you’re fucking squeezing me like—fuuuuuck—”

The moment he bottomed out, his cock kissing your cervix, you let out a noise that was so obscene that Steve twitched inside of you.

“If you keep making noises like that—”

You shut him up with a kiss. It was messy and yet, it was everything.

You pulled away from him so you could start to move. You watch as Steve’s eyes drop down to where you were joined, to watch how his cock disappeared inside of you—seeing the way your pussy was stretched obscenely around him.

“Fuck—you’re so fucking perfect, y’know that, baby? Look at you. Made for me.”

You whimper because his words were having such an effect on you and you were trying to maintain some semblance of control. You lifted your hips up before slamming back down onto him in a rhythm that had the both of you moaning out. Steve’s hands move to grab your ass, helping to guide your movement as he thrusts upwards. The bed frame begins smacking against the wall but the both of you are too far gone to care.

You were riding Steve like it was the last time, not the first. Your hips rolling frantically, Steve meeting your movements with upwards thrusts that had your eyes rolling back. The sounds coming from you were obscene. Between your moans, Steve’s groans and the wet sounds that filled the room, you were sure to wake up to the whole apartment building complaining.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me,” Steve encourages, eyes on your breasts that were bouncing in his face. He was close, you knew it from the way he was starting to babble nonsense. How his moans had turned into whimpers when your fingers dug into his back. You slam yourself down harder onto his cock and there’s a slapping of skin as your ass hits his thighs. The slight curve of his cock meant he was hitting that spot inside of you perfectly. You held onto him as you chased your orgasm, wet sounds growing louder as high pitched moans left your lips that you couldn’t control. 

“Fuuuck! Steve—I’m going to—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence because your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. Your thighs shook, back arched and you fell forward, collapsing against his chest.

Steve came right after you. His hips stuttered once, twice and then he came with a noise that you never wanted to forget. You felt thick ropes of his cum deep inside of you, flooding your pussy with his release.

You were both spent, sweaty and panting but Steve’s arms remained around you and you hoped he would never let go. He didn’t move and neither did you, his thick cock buried deep inside you, a mix of your releases dripping on your bedsheets. 

Steve is the first to pull away, just to look at you.

“What?” You ask him, breathless and still, wanting him several more times before you even consider going to bed.

“Nothing,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your jaw, then to your cheek, another to your nose, then a final one to your lips before he pulls away again. “Just—really glad to be your roommate.”

You snort with laughter and shove him playfully. He doesn’t budge. He just laughs along with you. “I think we’re way past roommates, Steve.”

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Robin is thankful you’re still getting changed behind the curtain so that you don’t see her roll her eyes in exasperation.

“Then what do you want?” Robin asks with an air of impatience. “Because I’m hungry and you promised me hot dogs!”

You sigh and glance at the dresses you still had yet to try on and can’t help but feel a little dejected. Steve’s birthday party was on Saturday and you were struggling to find a dress that felt good enough for the party. If it was anyone else’s party, you would have just worn a nice top and either jeans or a denim skirt. But this was Steve Harrington’s party and you wanted to look good. Really good. Because after months of you and Steve dancing around your feelings for each other, you had finally had enough.

And so, you had come up with a little plan to show up to Steve’s party in a nice dress and hope that he would finally take a hint. 

The only problem being—is that you were struggling to find said nice dress. And now you were starting to wonder if it was a stupid plan.

“I don’t know,” you tell Robin miserably, deciding to abandon the dresses you had left to try on in favour of pulling back on your jeans and t-shirt. “I just want something that makes me, you know, stand out to Steve.”

“You always stand out to him,” Robin tells you gently, softening a little at your slightly dejected tone. “But he’s also a guy so he’s also an idiot.”

You laugh a little but your stomach turns a little as you wonder—not for the first time—if Steve really did like you the way everyone told you he did. Robin insisted that Steve liked you, so did Dustin, Max, Lucas and even Nancy. Everyone told you Steve was crazy about you. So why hadn’t he made a move? Why hadn’t he been honest with you about his feelings? What if everyone was wrong? What if he didn’t actually like you and you were making a fool of yourself?

“Are you overthinking again?” Robin asks you when you say nothing.

“No,” you say, the uncertainty in your voice evident as you pull back the curtain to see Robin sitting in the armchair outside of the dressing room. “Maybe? I dunno Robin, I’m starting to doubt the plan.”

Robin sighs, glancing over at the dresses you still had to try on before looking back at you. “You know what I think the problem is?”

“What?”

“I think you’ve been trying to find the wrong type of dress.”

You blink, a little confused by Robin’s words. “What's wrong with the dresses?”

“Nothing! Not really they just—they don’t scream ‘fuck me’, you know?”

“Robin!”

“What?” Robin asks, holding her hands up in surrender. “Do you or do you not want Steve Harrington—christ, I can’t believe I’m saying this—want Steve to fuck you?”

You were aghast, your mouth hanging open in shock at her words. But you don’t deny it because yeah—you did want to him to fuck you.

“I—I um, I mean—”

“—see? You need a ‘fuck me’ dress not a ‘take me to church’ dress,” Robin tells you, stepping into the dressing room to grab the pile of dresses resting on the bench. “Stay right there. I’ll find a dress for you and it’ll make Steve want to fuck your brains out—”

“—Robin!—”

“—kidding! Mostly.”

But the thing is—Robin hadn’t been kidding.

Because the dress she had picked for you was one that didn’t just say ‘fuck me’—it screamed it.

“Are you sure it isn’t too booby?” You ask Robin for perhaps the millionth time as you adjust the strap: of your dress. It was the night of the party and you were getting ready at Robin’s before Steve came to pick you both up and it was only natural that your nervous system was a mess.

“I highly doubt Steve Harrington of all people would think a dress was ‘too booby’,” Robin says with a slight roll of her eyes. “He’ll just see that hint of your cleavage and forget what year it is.”

You smile a little but still, you weren’t entirely convinced. Because now that you were wearing the dress—which was beautiful, the glittering material a mix of black and a deep red that couldn’t help but catch the eye—you were wondering if it was too late to just wear some of Robin’s clothes instead.

But before you could suggest such a thing, the familiar sound of Steve’s car horn came from outside and the words die on your tongue.

“C’mon,” Robin tells you, seeing the slightly panicked look on your face. She gently fixes a piece of stray hair and smiles at you. “You look incredible. Don’t overthink it, okay?”

“Easier said than done,” you mutter as you grab the gift bag with Steve’s present—a watch you knew he had his eye on—in and following Robin out of her bedroom.

You vaguely hear Steve talking animatedly to Robin’s parents in her living room as you make your way down the stairs. Your heart was beating so fast that it felt as though it was attempting to beat its way out of your chest. You felt hot all over, clammy even and you didn’t quite know what to do with your hands because this dress was so far out of your comfort zone that you had the urge to run upstairs and take it off.

As if she had a sixth sense for any thoughts you had of fleeing—Robin grabbed your arm and gave you an encouraging smile when you reached the bottom of the staircase.

“You look great. Stop doubting yourself or I swear to god, I’ll slap you. That four hour shopping trip wasn’t for nothing, you know.”

You blink before a small laugh leaves your lips. “Four hours is an exaggera—”

It was the sound of Steve saying yours and Robin’s name that cuts you off. Your body stills and you turn around and—

Your breath hitches in your throat when you finally see Steve. He looked devastatingly handsome—he always did—but especially in those jeans that hugged his thighs and ass so well that it made your throat feel a little dry. He was also wearing that sage green shirt that you had told him looked nice the other week and you wonder for a moment if he was wearing it for that reason. But before you could think too deeply about it, you finally look at his face and Steve—he was just staring at you, lips parted and seemingly speechless.

Your face feels so hot that you were sure it was noticeable. You could barely hear Robin’s mom gushing about your dress, about how grown up and beautiful you looked because all you could focus on was Steve’s eyes slowly travelling up your body.

It was as though everything else around you had ceased to exist all because Steve Harrington was looking at you.

“Happy Birthday, Steve,” you say finally, your voice higher than usual due to the almost crippling nerves you were feeling.

Steve doesn’t say anything to that and you weren’t sure whether that made you feel better or worse.

“Cleans up well, doesn’t she?” Robin asks Steve with a somewhat smug smile and plainly ignoring the flustered look on your face.

Steve blinks, licking his lips as he tries to formulate a response whilst still looking at you, completely unable to look away.

“I, um—yeah, I mean—she—looks—”

Steve couldn’t string a sentence together and everyone in the room could see it—you, Robin and even her parents.

“She looks—yeah—she looks beautiful.”

Beautiful.

Steve had called you beautiful.

That word now lived somewhere deep in your ribcage and didn’t want to leave.

It was all you could think about as you sat in the passenger seat of Steve’s Beamer. Robin’s voice was almost completely drowned out as you repeated the way he had said it over and over again in your head. The way he had looked at you—

But arriving at Steve’s party felt like a bucket of ice cold water being poured over you. 

Because you were painfully overdressed.

And that warmth that the word beautiful had given you almost entirely disappeared.

You felt as though everyone’s eyes were on you, wondering why the fuck you had turned up to Steve’s birthday party in a dress like that. And honestly—you were beginning to wonder the exact same thing.

“C’mon,” Steve says to you and Robin, his hand finding your lower back—just that little bit lower than he usually would—while the other gently pries the gift bag from your hand. “Let’s get you both a drink.”

You let Steve guide you into the kitchen because it was a welcome distraction from the people who were looking at you. Because having one of Steve’s large hands resting on the small of your back meant that you weren’t thinking of anything else.

But he doesn’t keep it there for long, much to your dismay. Steve withdraws his hand as he busies himself with making both you and Robin a vodka cranberry. You don’t even notice how he spills a little bit of the cranberry juice when he chances another glance at you because you were too busy trying to pull down the hem of your dress.

Once Steve had made your drinks, you wasted absolutely no time in taking a generous swig as some sort of liquid confidence. 

Steve raises a brow but says nothing.

“I’ll just take this up to my room,” Steve says, holding up your gift bag with a small smile. “Thank you. I’ll open it later when things aren’t so—crazy.”

You nod and force a smile, the uncomfortableness you were beginning to feel seeping into your gut as you watch Steve head upstairs.

“Why the fuck did I do this?” You ask Robin almost as soon as Steve disappears, your knuckles turning wet as you grip the edge of the countertop. “What possessed me to do this, Robin? I look so fucking stupid—”

Robin’s eyes widen as she sees the genuine panic in your eyes—the embarrassment, the worry reflected there. She puts her solo cup down and steps toward you, resting a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t look stupid, okay? I promise—”

“—everyone else is wearing jeans, Robin. I look so out of place—”

“—so? Did you or did you not see Steve’s reaction to the dress? He nearly crashed into like ten cars on the way here because he kept looking over at you.”

“It wasn’t ten cars—” Your face feels hot as you say it, something tightening in your gut as you remember feeling Steve’s eyes on you in the car, the way Robin had kept yelling at him to keep his eyes on the road.

“—stop deflecting or I will drag you upstairs and lock both you and Steve in his bedroom until you both stop being idiots.”

No matter how much the thought of being locked in a bedroom with Steve Harrington made your core ache with need, you knew it wasn’t the grand declaration of feelings that you had always envisioned for you and Steve.

And so, you try to enjoy yourself despite how uncomfortable you feel. It seems to work—at least for a little while.

You dance with Robin, laugh with a few of Steve’s friends and all the while, you keep catching Steve looking at you. But still—he doesn’t make a move. He doesn’t even ask you to dance when Heaven Is A Place On Earth starts to play like he usually would at a party. You tried not to let doubt creep in, tried not to listen to the small voice in the back of your head telling you that Steve clearly didn’t feel the same. That the months and months of flirting, of lingering touches and almost something moments were simply figments of your imagination. That buying a dress to try and encourage Steve to finally make a move was an act of desperation that Steve—another everyone else around him—pitied. 

You were trying not to listen to those voices, instead remembering the way Steve had looked at you, the fact he had called you beautiful and meant it.

But it all came crashing down when you left Steve and Robin to grab yourself a drink.

You still feel eyes on you as you walk into the kitchen. You told yourself it didn’t matter, that you just needed to wait it out until the party died down a little. You just needed to wait until then to—

You don’t register the sound of shouting right away. In fact, you were so in your own head that you barely hear it at all. 

But you certainly register the warm, sticky liquid suddenly drenching the front of your dress.

“Oh shit,” the guy who had spilled his beer all over you laughs as embarrassment and humiliation stir so deep in your gut that it makes you feel physically sick. “Sorry about that babe, want me to help you clean up?”

The way his friends laugh loudly at the suggestion makes you suspect that the beer spilling had been anything but accidental and that this guy was anything but sorry. 

You try to conjure up a quick, self-assured response. Try to conjure up the nerve to call these guys—who you were sure had just stumbled into the party without invitation—a bunch of assholes. But all you could focus on was trying not to burst into tears as shame, embarrassment and humiliation all swirled sickeningly in your gut. You felt it turn into something so all consuming that for a moment, you couldn’t move—didn’t want to move. All you could hear was the guys’ laughter, the beer that soaked your dress beginning to drip down your thigh and a faint ringing in your ears—

“Hey, hey, what happened here?”

You didn’t think that there would ever be a time that your stomach would turn horribly at the sound of Steve’s voice—at his hand on the small of your back, at the concern in his eyes as he looked at you.

You open your mouth to reply but no words come out—because your eyes became glassy and panic began to rise in your chest.

“Little black dress over here spilled her drink,” one of the guys lie easily to Steve as a smug smile tugs on the corner of his lips.

“That—that’s not what h-happened,” you say finally in a shaky voice. “I-I didn’t spill anything, that guy—”

“—clearly she’s had one too many,” the guy who had spilled his drink over you interrupts. “Should probably take that dress off, sweetheart. You’re pretty wet”

You don’t hear Steve’s pissed off response. In fact, you don’t hear anything at all—just the ringing in your ears as you finally look down at the front of your dress. You see how it was soaked through almost entirely, the wet fabric clinging to your skin and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

And that was the moment that the dam finally broke. 

You don’t think as you push Steve aside, your body in autopilot as you rush out of the kitchen where you collide into Robin. You barely hear her as she asks you what had happened, why your dress was drenched and stank of beer and why you were crying. You don’t say anything, not even glancing her way as you slip into the crowd gathered in the living room, slipping through the mass of bodies before heading up the stairs. Your hands don’t stop shaking until you stumble into Steve’s large, family bathroom.

You slam the door shut behind you as sobs wracked through your body. Hot tears of shame and embarrassment spill down your cheeks as you sink down to the floor. Your back against the freestanding bath as you tug your knees close to your chest to try and find some semblance of comfort. But none came—all that lived inside you was humiliation and shame. 

You wondered why you had even bothered. It was so clear to you now—because if Steve hadn’t made a move on you after months of flirting back and forth, months of touches and glances that felt anything but friendly—then maybe you and everyone else around you had been wrong. That sure—maybe Steve was attracted to you but not enough to risk your friendship, not enough to want you the way you wanted him.

You felt so stupid for hoping that he wanted more and you felt even more stupid for coming up with this plan that was dripping with desperation. Everyone at the party could see it—the way you had dressed up specifically for Steve. They also probably saw the way he had kept you at arms length all evening too and the shame returned in a fresh wave of sobs that you couldn’t hold back even if you had tried.

The sound of a gentle knock on the bathroom door makes you look up just in time to see Steve slipping into the bathroom.

You had the urge to yell at him to leave but instead, you let out another small sob before burying your face into your knees.

“Oh, please don’t cry,” Steve soothes you gently, sinking down onto the bathroom floor beside you and placing a cautious hand on your arm, thumb rubbing soothing circles into your skin. “Please don’t cry because of those assholes.”

You wish you were simply crying because of those assholes and not the mix of emotions you were feeling. The humiliation of the past three minutes, the embarrassment of being the girl so desperate for Steve Harrington’s attention that she wore a dress that she could barely afford and the almost crippling fear that Steve didn’t actually feel the same way, that you had made a fool out of yourself for being so certain that he had. 

“It—it’s not j-just ab-about those a-assholes, Steve,” you tell him, hiccuping slightly as you force yourself to look at him. You almost wish you hadn’t because those big hazel eyes of his were looking at you with such kindness and concern that it very nearly split you open.

Steve blinks, brows pulled together in slight confusion as he looks back at you, his other hand finding home on your shoulder and squeezing reassuringly.

“What do you mean? What else is this about?”

You knew you should lie. You knew it wasn’t the time nor the place. It was his birthday party and his bathroom should be the very last place to have this conversation. Not only that but you stank of beer, you were incredibly upset and tethering on the edge of tipsy.

But that was also why you couldn’t stop yourself.

“This stupid f-fucking dr-dress,” you sob out, feeling utterly pathetic as tears keep falling down your cheeks with no sign of stopping.

Steve looks perhaps even more confused, eyes shifting down to your dress and the way the glittering material was almost a second skin, the way he had a clear view down your cleavage and the way the tops of your thighs were exposed. Steve swallows, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment before he looks back at your face.

“Why?” He asks you gently. “You look fucking beautiful, even if you’re covered in beer.”

It was supposed to make you laugh, you know it from the way the corners of his lips curl upwards in amusement.

But you don’t laugh, instead you shake your head and let out another loud sob.

“Be-because I-I wore it for you and y-you don’t e-even care,” you stutter out, the words falling from your lips before you could even think about stopping them. “I-I feel s-so stupid and n-now it-it’s ruined and—”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Steve hushes you, his fingertips pressing into skin before one hand lifts to gently cup your jaw. “You—you wore it…for me?”

It was only then that you realised what you had told him, that you realised just how honest you had been. You think briefly about lying right to his face, telling him that you were joking and to forget all about it. But it was Steve’s thumb gently rubbing along your jaw that had you nodding before you could stop yourself.

“Yeah,” you admit quietly with a small sniffle. “To—I-I don’t know, impress you or m-make you s-see me di-differently. I told you—it was stupid—”

“Not stupid,” Steve assures with a gentle smile, another gentle caress of your skin that left you feeling a little lightheaded and your stomach tightening in a way you didn’t want to think about. “You just—you don’t need a dress like that to impress me or for me to see you. I already do.”

You blink, tears sticking to your lashes as you look back at Steve with your lips parted.

“B-but—but you’ve never—”

“—I know,” Steve says quickly, his other hand resting on your knee as he shifts that little bit closer to you. “Trust me, I know. I was—I was waiting for the right moment, I guess. Well, that’s what I told myself anyway because there were so many right moments where I should have told but you didn’t because I was—scared, honestly. Scared that I had just imagined that you liked me back, scared that I wouldn’t do it right and then you’d want nothing to do with me.”

You laugh a little at that because the notion of not wanting anything to do with Steve was so ridiculous that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s almost as stupid as me b-buying a dress just for your attention,” you say with a small smile and a quiet sniffle.

Steve smiles and then his eyes shift back down to your dress and you watch as he swallows, his hand on your knee squeezing gently before he seems to force himself to look back at your face.

“Then we can be stupid together,” Steve murmurs affectionately and the way he says it, you can’t help but smile right along with him. There was a moment where you just look at each other. His big, hazel eyes keep yours hostage before they flit down to glance at your lips for a brief, barely there moment.

Steve clears his throat, looking away as he asks, “you uh, you want me to grab you something to wear while you have a shower so you don’t smell like a brewery all night?”

You nod, looking down at your dress and grimacing before looking back up at Steve with a small, grateful smile. “Please.”

Steve smiles back at you before he gives your knee a little final squeeze before getting to his feet and holding out his hand for you to take.

You try not to think about how his hand feels against yours as he pulls you up to your feet. You notice immediately how Steve doesn’t let go of your hand. Instead, he pulls you just that little bit closer and leans down to whisper in your ear. “The dress is incredible by the way, truly. You look so fucking good. I almost got hard right in the middle of Robin’s living room when I first saw you.”

You hadn’t been expecting it, not at all and the words go straight to your core. A current as strong as electricity flowing through you and making your cunt pulse with need for the man in front of you as he pulls away from you with a slightly smug smile.

“Steve!” You choke out, half laughing, half flustered, your face so hot that you wouldn’t be surprised to find steam rising from your skin. 

“What?” Steve asks you with an innocent smile. “You said that you wanted my attention and you certainly got it. Why do you think I’ve tried to keep a respectable distance all night? Because I’m trying my best not to embarrass myself at my own party.”

You try to laugh but you’re too busy trying to not think about Steve and what was hiding beneath those fucking jeans. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t allowed yourself a good look at the crotch of his jeans from time to time. Mostly because the imprint of his cock against the denim was near impossible to ignore.

“Couldn’t be more embarrassing than me showing up to your party in a ‘fuck me’ dress when literally everyone else is dressed normal.”

The words came out before you could really think of what you were saying.

Steve chokes out a laugh, the tips of his ears reddening in a way that gives you a fluttery feeling in your stomach and makes you feel warm inside.

“A ‘fuck me’ dress?” Steve repeats with another quick glance down at the dress, at the way the damp fabric was clinging to your breasts. “Pretty accurate description.”

You swallow thickly and you weren’t sure if you could take anymore of his teasing, your panties were dampening at an alarming rate and your heart was surely beating its way out of your chest.

“Let me grab you those clothes, yeah?” Steve suggests before you could embarrass yourself any further. “And I’ll wash that ‘fuck me’ dress for you too.”

Your face warms but you manage to crack a smile. 

“That’s funny,” you mutter as you watch him step away from you, your body still thrumming from the proximity to him. You register the distant sounds of the party on the floor beneath you and guilty twists in your gut. You wanted to tell him you were sorry for pulling him away from his own birthday party, sorry for potentially ruining his evening but Steve slips out of the bathroom before you could do so.

Now that you are alone, you try to comprehend the last ten minutes. But it was proven difficult when your heart was beating so fast, when your hands shook as you tried to unzip your beer soaked dress and when there was an intense ache between your legs that made everything else around you feel fuzzy.

You manage to peel off your dress, letting it pool around you at your feet before you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror—at the dark lace panties you had put on in the hopes that Steve would be the one undressing you. You took those off too in case the beer scent also lingered on them, noticing the way your panties stick momentarily to your puffy lips due to how wet you were and something hot pulses through your body at the sight of your slick coating your panties.

A sharp knock on the bathroom door pulls you back into reality.

“You decent?” Steve calls to you through the door as you scramble to find a towel to cover yourself with.

“Yep!” You shout back after wrapping the towel around your bare body, kicking your soaked panties beneath the vanity unit as the bathroom door opens.

Steve walks in with a small pile of clothes in arms but he very nearly drops them at the sight of you wrapped in one of his soft cotton towels.

You watch as for the second time that night, his eyes travel up and down the length of your body, his lips parted and wet as he looks as though he wanted nothing more than to gently tug the towel from your body. There was a large part of you that would have gladly let him do so. 

“Here,” Steve finally says, placing the clothes onto the countertop and forcing his eyes to remain on your face. “I got you a t-shirt and those shorts you left here the other week.”

“Thank you,” you say with a small, grateful smile. You can’t help but notice the way Steve’s cheeks had turned red and you find your own face warming.

Steve clears his throat, eyes flickering away from you to your dress and your bra laying on the tiled floor. “I’ll um, wash these in the basement,” Steve tells you, bending down to pick up the discarded clothes and determinedly not looking at your legs as he does so. 

You nod, feeling too breathless, too aroused to even form a thought as you watch Steve’s knuckles turn white when he grips the fabric of your dress tightly in his hands. 

You look at each other again, Steve looking at you in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to do before he clenches his jaw and he turns to leave.

You nearly stop him. You nearly reach out to grab his arm so he wouldn’t leave you, nearly call out his name and ask him to stay. But you don’t—instead you watch him leave the bathroom with your clothes and you let the ache he leaves behind fill you.

You take your time in the shower, lathering the vanillary body wash that smelt like Steve over you and as the smell of beer washes down the drain. Your muscles relax beneath the hot water and you have to ignore the urge to let your fingers trail between your legs to ease the ache there.

You step out of the shower, water dripping from your body before you glance over at the clothes Steve had brought you. You feel that warmth in your stomach heat up when you imagine yourself wearing Steve’s t-shirt. When you eventually do pull it on over your head after gently drying your body, you’re hit with the smell of him that seems to linger on the material.

It made you feel dizzy with want, the tension that had been building between you and Steve all evening not lessening even in Steve’s absence. 

You retrieve your soaked panties from beneath the vanity unit and pull them on, along with your shorts before stepping out of the bathroom.

The party downstairs continues and you find that there wasn’t a part of you that wanted to go and rejoin the party. And so, you head towards Steve’s bedroom, figuring you could just wait out the rest of the party in there.

But as you push open Steve’s bedroom door, you’re greeted by a truly heavenly sight.

Steve was standing near the end of his bed, in the middle of peeling off his shirt. You got a glimpse of his soft stomach, of his happy trail that kept you up at night, of various moles and freckles that were scattered over his skin and—finally the sight of the dark, coarse hair that covered his chest. He was fucking beautiful and you barely register him turning around to look at you.

“Hi,” he says by way of greeting, making zero attempt to cover up but you notice the way his cheeks flush slightly pink. 

“Hey,” you say, hating how breathless you already sound.

Steve’s eyes shift down your body again, his gaze washing you in a rush of heat and want that you couldn’t control. You see the way his eyes linger for a moment too long on your hardened nipples that could be seen through the fabric of his t-shirt and you watch as he licks his lips slowly before looking back at your face.

“Good shower?”

You laugh because the tension between you was palpable. You could see the way Steve was trying to be normal and the way he was failing miserably.

“Great shower,” you tell him. “Incredible water pressure.”

Steve snorts lightly with laughter and you take a tentative step closer to him, closing his bedroom door behind you while your heart pounds in your chest.

“Robin kicked those guys out by the way,” he tells you, watching you carefully as you move towards him. “I would have done it but I needed to see if you were okay.”

You smile a little, pausing a foot away from him. “Glad you did.”

“Me too,” Steve says softly. “Made me realise how much of an idiot with the whole—you know, been waiting for the perfect moment to be honest with you when I should have just—I should have just told you.”

Your breath hitches, your eyes flickering over his face so that you didn’t miss a single facial expression. “Told me what?” You ask quietly.

Steve takes a deep breath before he closes the distance between you, lifting both of his large hands to cup your jaw gently between his palms, holding you like you were made of something more precious than gold.

“Told you that—that you’re not only my best friend but you’re my favourite person in the world. The one who I can’t go a day without seeing smile or hearing you laugh. The person who thinks I’m funny when I’m clearly not and the one who seems to know exactly what to say when things get too loud. The one who doesn’t just make me want to be a better man but the person who makes me a better man. The one who has seen my best times and my worst times and still—still sees the best in me even when I don’t. The person who I—who I love. Who I love whether you’re wearing a ‘fuck me’ dress or one of my old t-shirts. The person who I really hope isn’t too mad at me for making you wait while I tried to find a perfect moment.”

You were rendered speechless, words completely failing you as you stare back at Steve with wide eyes, trying to process every word he had just said.

“Was that too much or—”

You don’t let Steve finish his sentence because you decide that you couldn’t wait even a second longer. Because he loved you. He loved you, he loved you, he loved you—

“I love you too,” you tell him breathlessly as your hands plant themselves on his chest before you lean in and finally press your lips against his.

For a moment, Steve does nothing at all. He seems to freeze entirely, his brain short circuiting at the fact you were kissing him. But as your fingers gently brush through the hair that covered his chest, he seemed to finally come to his senses.

Steve groaned—actually groaned—against your lips as one of the hands still cupping your jaw gently threaded into your hair, his fingers curling at the back of your neck as he kisses you back with a sense of urgency he couldn’t seem to control.

The kiss was messy, spit-slick and desparate—months and months of tension finally snapping as Steve used his other hand to tug you closer by your waist, his mouth still moving against yours as though he wouldn’t ever be able to get enough.

Neither of you pulled away—the kiss moving from messy to slow and reverent, your lips gliding wetly against each other in a way that had your pussy throbbing. A small whimper escapes you before you could stop it because your body was thrumming with want.

Steve pulls away only to whisper your name before he dives back in. His hand in your hair titling your head back so that he could deepen the kiss, his tongue gently coaxing your lips apart in a way that had your stomach tightening deliciously as he licks into the wet heat of your mouth.

“Fuck,” Steve murmurs against your lips as his hand in your hair finds home on your waist. The other moves to rest on your hips where Steve squeezes the flesh before tugging you closer until you are flush against him. 

You gasp against his lips when you feel just how fucking hard he was through the denim of his jeans and any intelligent thought left you as you moaned against his mouth.

“Shit, baby,” Steve practically whimpers as he pulls away to press a trail of wet kisses down your neck. “You’ve fucking ruining me already.”

You let out a breathless laugh that turns into a moan, your head tilting back as Steve’s tongue glides over the skin of your neck, still a little damp from the shower.

“Did you use my body wash, pretty girl?” Steve whispers against your skin, his hands sliding down to grip the globes of your ass and failing to suppress a groan. “Cause I can smell it on you.”

“Maybe,” you gasp out, your chest heaving as your eyelids flutter shut at Steve’s touch.

Steve hums against your skin before gently sucking on a spot on your neck that had you squirming against him.

“So fucking sensitive,” he murmurs, squeezing your ass again before one hand moves to the hem of his t-shirt that you were wearing—fingers just brushing the skin beneath in a silent question.

You lift your arms in response and Steve waits no time in peeling off the t-shirt.

But the moment he sees the sight of your bare breasts, all bravado he had possessed moments ago seems to leave him.

“Holy fuck—” he breathes out, his own chest heaving as his eyes feast on you. “You’re so—fuck—I can’t believe we’re finally doing this. We’re finally—holy shit—”

“—Steve,” you interrupt him with a faint smile and a finger over his lips. “It’s just me.”

Steve smiles back at you, pressing a kiss to your finger before you pull it away from him. “That’s exactly why this is—why I’m losing my shit right now I mean—fuck, look at you.”

The words go straight through your body like molten lava and you have to squeeze your thighs together to try and ease the tension between your legs. 

And Steve—he fucking notices.

“Fuck it—”

Steve’s lips were back on yours and you could barely think straight as the kiss became almost frantic, his hands roaming your body greedily as he sank down onto the bed, pulling you down with him. His hands find your hips before he tugs you down onto his lap, your thighs bracketing his as you straddle him. 

The position presses your clothed core against the bulge in his jeans and neither of you could suppress a moan at the contact. 

“Please,” Steve asks, eyes half lidded and glazed over with want as he looks up at you. “Please, pretty girl. I need—”

You knew what he needed without him even needing to finish his sentence. You press yourself more firmly against his bulge and you swear you could feel every hard ridge of him through his jeans. The friction was dizzying and you could barely stop yourself from rolling your hips against him. Steve lets out a whimper, fingers squeezing the flesh of your hips before his lips find yours again.

The kiss was messy, little wet sounds filling the space between you as Steve’s hips bucked up instinctively, grinding his hard cock against your core. You were embarrassingly wet at this point as Steve encouraged the movement of your hips with his hands, the wet patch in your panties seeping through your shorts. You were almost sure that Steve could practically smell how aroused you were at this point, but you found that you didn’t care.

You could have come from the friction alone, but both you and Steve knew that wasn’t what you wanted.

“Steve,” you gasp, heat burning through your body as you look down at him. “Touch me, please.”

Who was he to deny you such a request?

You let out a small squeal as Steve wraps his arms around your waist, standing up for a brief moment before he lowers you back down onto his bed.

“Anything for you, baby,” Steve tells you before he tugs both your shorts and your panties down your legs.

“Fuck, baby—”

It was the only intelligent thing Steve could think to say when you were finally laid bare for him. You look back at him and you find that there wasn’t a part of you that felt nervous or self conscious with the confidence his gaze gave you. In fact, you found your thighs widening instinctively as he could see the mess he had caused between your legs—the way your folds were coated with arousal, slick dripping down onto his bedsheets beneath you and how swollen and desperate for attention your clit was.

“—you’re fucking beautiful,” Steve finally tells you as his fingers brush over the skin of your inner thigh, watching in awe as goosebumps erupt over the skin at his touch. “S’fucking beautiful. I could fucking cum just by looking at you, pretty girl.”

Your cunt pulses with need and you swear you see Steve’s cock twitch beneath his jeans.

“But I’m gonna take care of you first, yeah?” Steve murmurs, his fingers ghosting over the skin of your thighs before they glide through your wetness.

That first, direct touch of his fingertips against your slick folds made you whimper from relief.

“S’fucking wet,” Steve murmurs, his lips parting as his eyes filt down to watch how your wetness now coats his fingers. “Drenched for me already, aren’t you sweet girl?”

You nod frantically, eyes squeezing shut as two of Steve’s thick fingers glide through your slick, gathering it and then smearing it over your clit in a circular motion that had your back bowing off his mattress.

“I got you, baby,” Steve murmurs and you jolt as you suddenly feel his breath hot against your inner thigh. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

You nod, parting your lips as you begin to take a deep breath—but you are cut off by your own, loud moan as he dips one thick finger inside of you.

“That’s it,” Steve murmurs, pressing another kiss to your inner thigh as he begins to pump his finger in and out of you, watching every trace of pleasure flit across your face as he adds a second finger. “That’s it, pretty girl. Look at you, soaking my fingers so well.”

You were a mess already and he had barely even begun. You were so fucking wet that the pump of his fingers in and out of your soaked pussy were causing a schlick-schlick-schlick sound to fill the room, mixing with your moans as liquid heat coursed throughout your entire body. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty like this,” Steve tells you, curling his fingers against your front wall as he watched you in utter awe. “S’fucking pretty, baby. I swear.”

Your fingers curled into the sheets beneath you, a pleasure so intense coursing through your body that you were surely soon to forget your own damn name. Your slick was dripping down his wrist, onto his sheets and Steve couldn’t help but breathe in your heady scent, his nose nudging against your clit as he did so.

“Fucking hell,” he groans out, scissoring his fingers gently inside of you. “Sweet girl, you smell so fucking good. I need to taste you, I need to—”

He doesn’t finish his sentence because one buck upwards of your hips and Steve finally takes the hint. His lips seal themselves over your aching clit while he continues to fuck two of his fingers into your needy hole. And the moan he lets out at that very first taste of you? It was divine.

Steve Harrington wasted no time in giving you exactly what he knew you needed. His lips began to suck your clit gently, his thick fingers continuing to fuck you even as your one of your hands found its way into his hair and tugged at it harshly. If anything, the mix of pain and pleasure spurred Steve on, his fingers curling inside of you again as he started to alternate between giving soft licks to your clit and sucking it between his lips.

It was almost overwhelming, the deep penetration on his fingers and stimulation on your clit was making pleasure build up so intensely you were close to tears.

“C’mon, baby,” Steve murmurs against yours, his own hips rutting against the mattress but his focus remains on you and your pleasure and nothing else. “I got you. I got you.”

Your thighs tremble around his head, your head thrown back against his mattress as you let out a moan so loud that the partygoers downstairs were sure to hear it. Your orgasm was so intense that your entire body seemed to be overtaken by a white hot pleasure that you felt in every damn nerve, your vision whiting out briefly all because Steve Harrington sent you to another universe with his fingers and tongue. 

He doesn’t let up, only withdrawing his fingers so he could replace them with his tongue, slurping up every last drop of your arousal and groaning against you as he does so. 

You were still shaking, still sensitive and still coming down from the most intense orgasm that a man had ever given you and yet—there wasn’t a part of you that wanted to stop. 

The fingers that were still in his hair gently tug him away from your cunt that was dripping with a mix of his saliva and your essence. He groans as you pull him away, eyes half lidded with need as he looks at you. Steve’s lips are swollen, wet and he had never looked so fucking handsome.

“That was—”

You silence him by grabbing his fingers—the ones that had just been inside of you, the ones still glistening with your slick—and raise them to your lips. Steve realises what you were about to do a millisecond before it happens and he could not contain the groan that leaves his lips as you take his fingers into your mouth and suck.

Steve had surely died and gone to heaven. That could be the only explanation as he watches you lick his fingers clean, your eyes not leaving his for even a second until you release them with a wet pop.

“Take your jeans off and fuck me, Harrington,” you tell him.

Steve Harrington did not need telling twice. In his haste to peel off his jeans, he stumbles but manages to catch himself at the edge of the bed. 

He turns around when he hears you stifle a laugh.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, baby,” Steve tells you with flushed cheeks. “That was completely purposeful.”

But you don’t respond, because you were too busy staring at the outline of his hard cock through his boxers. Even though the dark material, you could see how fucking big he was and it made your mouth water. 

Steve notices—because of course he was—and he wastes no time in pulling down his boxers to free his cock.

“Oh my—”

You had heard rumours before that Steve was big, that his size sometimes intimated the women he had slept with in the past. But nothing could have prepared you for just how big and how beautiful his cock was. It was so big and heavy that it made a loud, audible slapping sound against his soft stomach as he freed himself. It wasn’t just long but it was thick and slightly curved in a way that made your cunt clench around nothing. The ruddy tip was glistening and already leaking with precum and you watch as a dribble of it slips over his veiny shaft.

Steve, seemingly taking you openly staring at his cock as worry, hesitates before joining you back on the bed, bracing his body over yours with his elbows as he looks carefully at your face. “We can do just the tip if you—”

“—what?” You ask him, slightly confused as you look back up at him, your hands gently rest on his shoulders. “No, no, no—I want all of you, Steve. I was just…looking.”

Steve blinks, his cheeks reddening before he smiles down at you. “Impressed?”

You smile and your heart feels warm at the way, even now, Steve was able to make you laugh. Because no matter how much your relationship had changed over the past twenty minutes and how much it would change after, the foundation of your friendship would always remain standing. That Steve loved and respected you as a person first, that he always would and that intimacy wouldn’t change that. 

“Depends if you know what to do with it,” you tell him with a teasing smile.

Steve rolls his eyes a little but you see the way the corners of his mouth twitch as he tries not to smile.

“We’ll see about that,” Steve murmurs, wrapping a hand around his length and stroking himself once before he guides the bulbous head of his cock to your entrance. “You sure?” He asks, despite the fact he was so hard that it was nearly painful, despite the fact his dick was pulsing in his hand from need—he needed one last bit of reassurance that he wouldn’t be too much for you. 

You nod, your eyes softening as you look up at him, one of your hands lifting to cup his cheek gently. Steve leans into your touch instinctively and the way he sought out your touch makes you feel almost invincible.

“I’m sure,” you whisper back. “I trust you, I love you and I’m sure.”

Steve’s resolve seemed to crumble at that, his eyes shining as he tells you, “I love you too.”

His lips found yours in a kiss that was surprisingly soft given the position you were in, given what you were about to do. You melt into it, your fingers gliding into his hair as Steve groans against your lips, carefully positioning himself back at your entrance. Your legs widen to accommodate him as you continue to kiss him as though he was your only source of oxygen. Steve’s brows are furrowed as he kisses you back, making sure to go slow as he finally—finally—pushes the fat head of his cock inside of you, slipping into your tight heat inch by inch.

The stretch was overwhelming—it almost felt as though he was splitting you open with his cock but fuck, it was incredible. You couldn’t pull but pull away from Steve’s lips so that you could look at where look your bodies were now joined, the way you were stretched obscenely around him.

“You okay?” Steve asks when he was almost buried to the hilt, his eyes not leaving your face as he searches for even a hint of pain. “Baby, please say you’re—”

“—I’m good,” you say breathlessly, your eyes flickering upwards to meet his. “Really, Steve. I’m good.”

Steve nods and then swallows before he presses forward, until his hips are flush against yours and you feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix.

“Fuuuccck,” Steve exhales, pressing his forehead against yours as the arm that was propping himself over you shakes with the effort of holding himself back. “You feel—fuck—you feel incredible. I swear, you were made for my cock, sweet girl.”

The words make you feel warm and your cunt flutters around his cock, making Steve groan out. You hook one of your legs over his hip and arch your back, trying to encourage him to move.

“Steve, please.”

It was exactly the encouragement he needed. With a groan of your name and sweet kiss to your forehead, Steve starts to move. He moves his hips back until only the bulbous tip of his cock remains inside of you before he pushes himself back home, setting a deep rhythm that has your nails biting into the skin of his shoulders.

The wet sounds from the mix of your juices quickly fill the room, along with both yours and Steve’s moans as Steve grabs your other thigh to hook it over hip. You whimper out his name as his cock nuzzles against your cervix and Steve couldn’t help himself anymore. He pulls out almost entirely before slamming back into you. And again. And again and again and again until his cock was continuously slamming in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping against skin so obscene it made your head spin.

“Fuck, Steve!” You mewl, your breasts bouncing with every deep thrust of Steve’s cock. “You feel so—”

“—I know, baby. I know,” Steve grunts as his balls slap against your skin from the force of his thrusts. “You trust me, yeah?”

You nod frantically, pleasure coursing through every damn nerve in your body as Steve shifts his position. You whimper out in protest before you watch as he gently lifts your thighs to rest over his shoulders.

“Feel good?” Steve asks as he leans over you, his cock now hitting so deep inside of you that you swear you saw stars. 

You nod because no words could come out as you felt him in every damn pore in your body. Your body buzzes with anticipation as you expect him to move, but he doesn’t. Not yet.

“Words, pretty girl,” he tells you, two fingers gently gripping your chin. “I need words.”

You whimper out because you were throbbing with need and could barely think straight, let alone form a sentence.

“Steve, please—”

“Baby, no,” Steve murmurs, dipping his head down to brush his lips across your cheek. “Need you to feel me if it’s good. C’mon, sweet girl.”

“Yes,” you manage to gasp. “I feel—I feel really good.”

“Good,” Steve smiles before he rolls his hips forward. The tip of his cock hits that spot inside of you that had you squirming beneath him, clenching around him so hard that Steve’s fingers grips into the flesh of your thigh before he pulls out of you just to slam back in all over again.

“I love you,” Steve tells you as he sets a rhythm that has your toes curling. “I love you so fucking much, baby. I’m so fucking lucky.”

He was babbling nonsense as his cock drilled into you like it was the last time, not the first. You were a mess of moans and whimpers beneath him, your sobbing cunt convulsing around him with each and every thrust. You could hardly think straight because nothing existed beside Steve and the way his cock was pumping in and out of you.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” Steve tells you, eyes heavy from the intense pleasure he was feeling, from the effort of holding back his own release so it wasn’t over before you finished. “Taking my cock so well, baby. Look at you fucking taking it.”

And you do—your eyes shifting down to watch as Steve’s thick cock disappears inside of you, watch the way you suck him back in like you never wanted him to leave.

It was almost too much, every part of your body was singing with pleasure and all you could moan out was Steve’s name and the fact you loved him and—

Your second orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. It was somehow more intense than the first, nearly earth shattering in the way it left you clinging to Steve as though he was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth. You clenched tightly around his cock and it was all Steve needed, his release following yours only seconds later. He slams into you a final time and you swear you feel his heavy cock pulsing inside of you before he comes hard. Ropes of thick, hot cum flood your spent pussy, painting your walls with his release as your name fell from his lips like it was the only word he knew.

He doesn’t pull out right away and you don’t want him to, instead—your lips find each other's and the kiss was sweet and tender and everything you had ever wanted and more.

Steve eventually pulls out of you after a few moments to clean the mess between your legs with his boxers. You were tender but he was so gentle and loving that it made your heart thump loud in your chest.

When he returns to the bed, his arms wrap themselves around you and you waste no time in melting into him, the party downstairs entirely forgotten as you lay in Steve’s arms.

“I take it we’re a little more than best friends now?” He asks you quietly with a trace of amusement in his voice.

“I think we’ve always been more than best friends, Steve.”

Steve smiles at that before pressing a gentle but firm to your forehead because you were right—you had always been more than best friends and you always would be.

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They talked a lot though, especially when their parents weren’t home. Most of the time he would call her house, and they would spend hours talking, only hanging up when her mom came home or when Billy had to go. As much as she enjoyed talking to him, she would have preferred seeing him and spending time with him in person. As the days dragged on, she realized she missed him, more than she was ready to admit.

When she wasn’t talking to Billy, most of her time was spent trying to occupy herself. She read a lot, she took long walks or went for frequent jogs just to get out of the house, and she watched movies, even going to the movie theater by herself sometimes. Whatever she could think to do to keep out of her own head she would do it.

Sometimes she called Billy before he could call her. At first, he answered, and they went about their normal routine. Then, there were a few times when he didn’t answer. The first time, Max answered instead. Bunny hadn’t really interacted with her and didn’t want to ask for Billy. She didn’t want to put him in an awkward situation since they were still trying to keep their relationship under the radar. But Max was smart. She had said, “If you’re the girl who Billy’s been talking to, he can’t come to the phone.” She had paused then, her voice getting a bit quieter, more unsure. “He’s not allowed to leave his room today.” Bunny was taken aback. She just thanked Max and hung up, spending the rest of her night contemplating why Billy wouldn’t be allowed out of his room, wondering what he possibly could’ve done to deserve that.

The second time his stepmom answered, which was even more awkward. Bunny had apologized for calling, trying to deflect that she wanted to speak to Billy about something related to school. She had made up a lie that she was on yearbook and wanted his permission to include a picture of him in it. It was clear from her tone that his stepmom was trying to come up with an excuse of her own for why Billy couldn’t come to the phone. But Bunny heard raised voices in the background, making her tune out his stepmom to hear them.

“If you want me to do a sport, fine. Why can’t I just do track or cross country? I like running.” Billy’s voice was clear, calm. He wasn’t the one who was agitated.

“Did I raise a pussy for a son? Are you afraid of a little contact? What you only want to swim in the water or run around the woods like a fucking sissy? It’s time for you to man up.”

This voice was cruel. It reminded her of her father, but worse. The voice mocked Billy. It didn’t yell, but it held a calm fury that scared her. It was calculated, agitated, and cruel. She knew it had to be his father, but with how he spoke to Billy, she couldn’t understand how it was his father, how he could speak to Billy like that. He made her own dad look like a saint, which in her eyes was really saying something.

“I don’t want to do that.” Billy’s voice became so small, timid in a way she had never heard before. Her lips actually parted at the sound.

“You’re joining in the new year. That’s that.” The other voice - his father’s voice - was so certain, dismissing. Billy must have opened his mouth to say something else because his father’s voice cuts back in, cruel and a pitch below a yell. “Don’t fucking argue. Do you want to go without dinner again?”

“No, sir.”

She had never heard Billy’s voice like that, never heard him sound so defeated. She had picked up on the subtle hints that he had given her or the way he looked like he related to her own experiences with her father, so she knew his home life wasn’t great. But she never imagined it was that bad - locked in his room, kept from coming and going like he wanted, denied dinner. Yet deep down, she knew that didn’t even scratch the surface. There was so much pain in his eyes, so much he had kept from her, that she feared the reality he lived with. It made her so unbelievably sad, but at the same time, she resolved to be more present with him, to make sure nothing would come between them. If he was her escape from the bad, she could only imagine what she was to him. So she quickly got off the phone with his stepmom after this realization, barely comprehending her response before hanging up.

Needless to say, she didn’t try to call Billy again.

When the first day of her final term in high school rolls around, she was so ready to get out of the house she didn’t even process it was her last term. Not until her mom asked her how she felt before she left the house.

“The first day of your final term! How are you feeling, baby girl?” Her mom puts her hands on Bunny’s shoulders, smiling at her.

Bunny looks into her eyes before it hits her. It was her final term - one step closer to getting out of Hawkins. “Great! I’m excited to see what these last few months have in store.” She smiles back at her mother, kissing her cheek before leaving her house. She joins Steve in his Beamer.

“One more term. You ready to get the hell out of Hawkins High?” Steve shoots her a grin as he backs out of her driveway.

She mirrors his grin. “More than ready, Stevie.”

Billy had called her a few days before to tell her he wouldn’t be able to take her to school, so she asked Steve. They took the opportunity to catch up on how their breaks were and how his vacation was. It was a good conversation, one that kept her out of her head and showed her how much she missed Steve. Even their simple conversations lifted her spirits. As they pulled into the lot, her mood was much improved from what it had been, and the prospect of finally seeing Billy again made her even happier.

She was out of Steve’s car before he had turned it off. He had to scramble to catch up with her, and even then he had to speedwalk to match her pace.

“What’s got you all excited?” He looks down at her, but her attention was directed elsewhere. She was looking for Billy’s Camaro. Finding it parked in its usual spot, she smiles.

“I’m just excited to see everyone again.”

His eyes follow hers, landing on the car. “Ah, you’re looking forward to seeing someone in particular.” She barely nods, picking up her pace as she heads for the front doors. Steve keeps up with her. “Are you ever going to tell me what happened at the party?” He inhales a breath. “We never talked about what’s going on between you and Billy, or you and Eddie for that matter. Where do you all stand with everything?”

When he finishes speaking, they’ve made their way into the school. He follows her as she walks to her locker. When she answers him, she’s searching the hallway for a familiar curly haired blonde, but she doesn’t find him.

“I promised you I would tell you, Stevie, and I will. But for now, nothing’s changed. I’m still with Eddie.” Her eyes flick to his as they come to a stop in front of her locker.

Steve’s face contorts, like he was confused. “What? I thought you-” He pauses, trying again. “Is that what you want? Truly?” She could see the uncertainty in his eyes.

She sighs. There was so much she needed to tell him, but she didn’t know how much she should tell him. The last thing she wanted was to bring Steve into this, especially when there wasn’t much he could do.

“It’s just really complicated right now. There’s so much I need to tell you.” She flashes him a sympathetic smile before opening her locker. A folded up slip of paper falls to the floor. She bends down to pick it up as Steve responds to her.

“Well maybe we can get dinner at the diner soon and you can tell me what’s going on.” He frames the comment as a question, waiting on her response with raised eyebrows.

But she doesn’t look at him, her attention directed to the note. Unfolding it, she recognizes the handwriting immediately. Billy’s. Smiling to herself, she reads his message - Meet me in the locker room, pretty girl. Can’t wait any longer to see you. Her smile grows impossibly larger. She shoves the note in her pocket and practically throws her bag in her locker before shutting it. As she turns from Steve without a word - all memory of their conversation gone - he calls out to her.

“Wait, what about the diner plan?”

She calls over her shoulder without stopping. “Sure, Stevie!”

Attempting to keep her cool as best as she can, she walks quickly to the boys’ locker room. She had wanted to just run straight there, but that would draw attention. So she opted for her best fast walk and a neutral break. Even without running, she makes it to the locker room in record time.

Opening the locker room door, her eyes scan the room until they land on a most welcome sight. Leaning against the wall opposite the door stood Billy - her Billy. A black leather jacket covered a white t-shirt, his shirt was tucked into his jeans, and a black belt and black boots completed his ensemble. His mustache was a bit more prominent, and he even had a hint of stubble along his jaw. The cold weather must have inspired him to grow out his facial hair a bit. Even his hair seemed a bit longer, a bit thicker, and curlier than ever. He looked absolutely divine.

As her eyes trace every detail of his body, his do the same. She could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin as she let the door close behind her, locking it to be extra cautious. When their eyes finally meet, she bites her lip to hold back her smile. Her heart rate increases when he smirks at her, pushing off the wall to walk toward her.

“Hi, pretty girl.”

His voice was so smooth and alluring. Even though she talked to him nearly every day over the break, his voice sounded so much better in person - so clear and confident. She rolls her lips between her teeth in another attempt to hide her smile.

“Hi, Billy.”

He tilts his head, eyes dancing over her body once more. “Why is my girl acting all shy?” His eyes meet hers once more, and she doesn’t miss the darkened hue. “Surely you’re not scared of me.”

His girl. She’s unable to stop her smile now as she shakes her head. “I’m not scared. It’s just been a while since I’ve seen you.”

He nods, stopping in the middle of the room. “Since the last day of school before the break.” She inhales a quick breath. He had kept track of the last time they saw each other, just like she had. Maybe he missed her as much as she missed him. He smirks then, noticing she had gone quiet. “What are you looking at, doll?”

“Just taking you in.” She bites the corner of her lip, dropping her head a bit. “Missed you, Billy.”

He grins, not hiding how smug her comment makes him. “Is that right?”

She nods, butterflies dancing in her stomach. “Mhmm.”

He tilts his head again. “How much?” She could see the teasing glint that shines in his eyes. It was clear he was enjoying this, but she couldn’t deny that she was too. She didn’t know what to expect when she would see him again. He always kept her on her toes.

“More than how much I want to pack up and leave this place.”

She could see his gaze switch before her. His teasing confidence was instantly replaced with a shocked disbelief. They had talked about how much they both wanted to leave Hawkins for a while, since the first few rides in his Camaro two months before. Recently they had even joked about what leaving Hawkins together would look like.

She intentionally brought up a serious topic to show him how serious she was about him - wanting to keep her own promise to herself to be more present with him and showing him how much she had missed him these last few weeks. She had put aside her own fear of scaring Billy away - a fear that still plagued her no matter how much they talked about it - to make it known how much she cared for him. Her stomach feels like it does a flip as she waits for his response.

But Billy smiles, his disbelief replaced by acceptance and warmth. “Come here.”

She holds his gaze for a moment longer before running to him. Her quick strides bring her to him as she wraps her arms around his neck. His arms slide around her waist to hold her close as he catches her, letting the momentum of her run spin them around. Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she clings to him, fingers gripping tightly as she inhales his scent. He holds her just as tight, bending to set her back on the floor.

He kisses her shoulder, up her neck, to her jaw, the corner of her lips, before whispering, “I missed you too, pretty girl. So fucking much.” He gives her a quick peck, but when she tries to connect their lips again, needing more of him, he pulls back slightly. He was still close enough for his breath to fan over her face, but he keeps his lips from hers. “Missed you so much my chest hurt.” He gives her another peck, repeating the same movement when she pushes for more. His fingers brush her hair out of her eyes before settling on the nape of her neck. “You’re all I thought about. The only one who got me through the break.”

Her lips part at his words. His forehead presses against hers as he grips her with desperate fingers. There was honesty in his words, but a pain that she picked up on too. Given the information she had learned about his home life, she knew how raw, how vulnerable, he was being with her.

She nods twice, clinging to him just as desperately, fingers cupping his cheek with one hand while the other twisted his shirt between them. “You too, Billy. I just needed you.”

His lips slot against her own then, giving her the touch she so desperately needed. They take their time, remembering how their lips move together. He was even warmer, his lips softer, than she remembered. It didn’t take them long to get into a rhythm. His fingers against her neck tilt her head as he swipes his tongue against her lip. She feels herself melt into his touch, losing herself as he devours her.

His hands feel like they swallow her face, but she revels at the feel of him tilting her head where he needs her, pushing her back so his tongue completely envelops hers. She lets a moan slip into his mouth. It had been close to a month since the last time they kissed, and, fuck, she was desperate for him.

But he was just as desperate. He guides her to the closest wall, pressing her back against it, not breaking their kiss in the process. He starts kissing her with so much fervor that their teeth click together at certain points. Swiping his tongue against hers once more, he pulls away to trail kisses down her neck.

Her hands twirl in his fluffy curls as her eyes roll back. “Billy…”

He groans against her skin. “Fuck, missed how you moan my name, pretty girl.” Tugging her sweater down, he sucks the skin above her left breast, making her gasp. His leg pushes between hers, and as he leans forward to brush the front of his thigh against her clit, she whines.

“Missed all of you, Billy.” She inhales a sharp breath as he continues to suck against the same spot, with a harder pressure now. It would leave a mark, but she didn’t plan on exposing her skin to anyone else. “Need you so bad.” Her fingers tug his hair.

He stops his sucking motion, licking the spot before chuckling against her skin. “I need you too.” His lips trail back up her neck, his tongue darting out to lick a line along her jaw before he pulls back. His head finds that same teasing tilt as he presses his thigh against her with more pressure, moving it side to side slightly. Her hands had fallen out of his hair, now gripping his jacket and shirt as she releases quick pants. His lips curl into a smirk.

“But I’m not going to fuck you here, princess.”

Even though her mouth was parted, still breathing heavily, her brows furrow in confusion. His actions counteract his words, thigh still teasing her clit at an excruciatingly slow pace. Her words come out in huffs of breath. “What? Why not?”

He pouts his lips, a teasing glint still shining in his eyes. “After not getting to see you, not getting to kiss you, not getting to hold you for a month, I’m not going to ruin our experience by fucking you in a place we both hate.”

But he was still moving his thigh against her core. Her fingers pull against his shirt so tight she knew it was stretching. “But we could be quick, Billy. Please.” She feels her eyes water from the intensity of the moment. She hadn’t came since Billy had given her two mind numbing orgasms at Tina’s party. She was so pent up - his voice, his teasing, his touch making her crazy.

He chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to her jaw. His fingers dance along her neck as he speaks. “Oh no, pretty girl. The next time I get you naked, I’m going to take my time with you, preferably in your bed.”

She moans then, letting her eyes roll back. She felt so good now, she couldn’t even fathom thinking about the future. “Why my bed? You know we can’t let my parents see us together.”

“Because our first time was in someone else’s house.” Another kiss to her jaw. “I was so fucking desperate for you, I would’ve taken you anywhere.” He presses his thigh against her core again, jiggling it slightly for a quicker movement, making her gasp. “I want our next time to be special for you.”

“Fuck, that sounds nice, but there’s no way it can be my house.” She tilts her head to the side to let him press open mouth kisses to her neck.

“That’s why I would sneak in, pretty girl. No one needs to know.” The thought makes her core even hotter than it was.

“You would need to park your car far away.” She exhales as he nips her neck. “S’too loud.”

He chuckles against her skin. “You leave that to me.” Licking another stripe, he pulls back. “You just figure out the best night for me to come over.” Her eyes search his as her core throbs against the pressure and movement of his thigh. The knot in her stomach had formed a while ago, and with each movement of his leg, she feels it slip lower and lower. She moans as she nods. Smirking, he pulls back completely, leaving her cold and aching.

She whines. “No…come back.” She tries to tug him back by his shirt, but his leg doesn’t slip between hers as he falls against her chest again. “Why’d you stop?” She pouts up at him.

“Because I’m not letting you cum in this fucking locker room.” He pecks her lips, causing another whine to slip out. “Besides, it won’t hurt to let you imagine all the other ways I can make you cum while you wait for me to sneak through your window.”

She recognizes his statement immediately. He was making her wait for more just like she had made him wait to kiss her in the woods. She smirks before she can stop herself.

“You’re cruel to me, Billy Hargrove.”

He grins, flashing his teeth. “Only when you deserve it, Bunny.”

She rolls her eyes playfully. “Asshole.” He just hums, pleased with himself. She tilts her head then, letting her nails trace little circles along his neck and chest. “Can I ask you a question?”

He nods. “Always.”

She bites her lip, a bit nervous. “Do you think I would ever be able to come over to your house?” It was a risky question given how much she had inferred about his home life and how much she still didn’t know. And it was confirmed when she felt Billy tense against her.

“Why would you want to do that?” His brows draw in and a guarded look covers his features immediately. Shit. He had been so happy just a second ago. She didn’t want him to shut her out over a question. Even still, she needed to press him, needed him to see she was here for him, in whatever way he needed her to be.

She continues the gentle motion of her fingers in an attempt to soothe him. “Because I want to know all parts of you. You’ve seen my room, so I think it’s only fair.” She tries to lessen the tension further by only focusing on his room.

He shakes his head. “My room is a mess. You don’t need to see any of it. You’ll get grease or ash on you, and I can’t have that.”

She tilts her head as she studies him. He was deflecting, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of her coming over. It could have been his room, but she knew it was something more. Was it the house itself? His parents? Both? She wouldn’t press it now, but she also wasn’t going to give up.

Meeting his uncertain eyes, she offers him a reassuring smile. “I don’t mind, Billy, but we can wait.” He nods twice. But when he doesn’t move, she pulls him in for a hug, kissing his cheek before nuzzling into him. He holds onto her a bit tighter than usual, hidden emotions once more coming out through his touch.

He pulls back, leaving his hands on her waist. The look of uncertainty hasn’t left his eyes. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Her brows draw in. “What is it?”

He lets out a sigh. “My dad wants me to join a sport to give me more to do.” He lowers his voice. “Apparently I had too much free time last year.” His eyes shift from hers. “So I’m joining the basketball team.”

She moves to try and find his eyes again. She wasn’t certain, but this could be the conversation she heard in the background when she called his house. If he was opening up to her about it, this could be a big step forward for them.

“Do you like basketball?” Her voice is soft.

He shrugs. “It’s alright. Better than fucking baseball.” She tries not to focus on the disgust that laces his voice at the mention of baseball. That was a conversation for another day.

“But it’s not your favorite?” His eyes finally meet hers again, narrowing as he thinks on something. His lips part.

“You called my house a few times over break, right?” She nods. “Did you ever call and I didn’t answer?” His voice was low - not angry, but she could hear how unsteady it was.

She nods. “Twice.”

“And did you hear anything?”

“I might have heard one conversation between you and your dad. It was pretty clear he wanted you to join a sport, but I didn’t know which one.” She speaks slow, treading easily. She knew this was a very touchy subject for him, and she didn’t want to push him too much. She also didn’t want to lie to him, wanting to give him complete honesty and openness.

But when his face falls, her heart squeezes uncomfortably in her chest. There was his source of pain - his father. She had picked up on it from his subtle remarks and from that one phone call, but the look on his face confirmed it. He looked so sad, no, ashamed, that she now knew about this part of him.

“How much did you hear?” She quickly recounts everything to the best of her memory, continuing to tread so carefully, so gently. Billy had been so gentle and reassuring with her when she opened up about her own father, and she wanted to return it tenfold. When she finishes, he speaks with cracks in his voice. “I didn’t want to expose you to any of that.” His eyes dart to the floor, but she cups his cheeks, directing his attention back to her.

“Billy, you’ve never heard how my father speaks to me. I know what it’s like to have so much trust in someone who’s meant to love you only for them to make you feel so unloved, so unworthy of being loved. You don’t need to tell me anything right now, but I don’t want you to retreat from me.” She could see it in his eyes that he wanted to do nothing more than hide, but he had worked so hard to free her from her fears, she had to do the same for him. “I don’t like you just for the sex, Billy.” She catches how his eyebrows rise slightly. Had he never heard that before? She would have to file that away for another time too. “I don’t want to be with you just because you’re attractive or mysterious or strong. Those things are nice, but they’re not what’s drawn me to you.” His fingers tighten on her waist.

“I like you because I see behind the mask, just like you saw behind mine. You’re funny, you’re sweet, you’re so strong to be where you are and to have gotten through what’s caused you so much pain.” His breath hitches then, but she keeps going, needing him to hear everything she had to say. “You make me feel safe and worthy. You give me hope that we can get out of here. I’ve never felt so seen and understood by someone. You’re all I think about, all the time, and I know that nothing is going to scare me away from you.” She smiles then, unable to stop herself. She continues as she brushes his cheek with her thumb. “All I want to do is show you off and take care of you, to show everyone in this fucking town how proud I am to have you by my side. You deserve to have someone do that for you. I value you Billy. I value you for what’s in your heart and for how good you make me feel. I just want you to be happy because after everything, you deserve to be fucking happy.”

Her words might have been too much, too soon, especially since she didn’t have the full picture of his personal life, but she knew her words were true. With the time they’ve spent together, how they had let each other in, how they were tethered physically, and all the time she had to herself to think about him over the break, she had realized these intense feelings. Now, when he needed to hear them, she could articulate them.

And when Billy’s eyes glisten, when he pulls her against his lips for a slow, intimate kiss, she knew her words were worth it. He clings to her with such intense need. If he wasn’t used to hearing these type of words, she would tell him until she was blue in the face. She would never tire of it. Pulling back to press their foreheads together again, he whispers.

“You’re the only good thing in this goddamn town, Bunny.”

“You’re good too, Billy.”

He shakes his head against hers, releasing a breathy chuckle. “Not like you.”

She hums. “Agree to disagree.” Brushing his cheek, she continues. “Was there anything else you needed to tell me?”

“Hmm?” Billy seemed to be in a calm bliss, but he nods once he remembers. “Basketball. Right.” He pulls back to look into her eyes. “So when I get on the team, I won’t be able to drive you home every day. Practice is after school from what I’ve heard.” He gives her an apologetic look, but she just smiles at him.

“That’s what you were worried about?”

His brows furrow as he gives her a confused look. “It means that we won’t get to spend as much time together. I thought that would upset you.”

He was cute. She giggles. “Who drove me home before you?”

“Munson.” He was still confused.

“And?”

“Harrington?”

She nods, waiting for him to realize. When’s he’s quiet still, she elaborates. “Do you know who is on the team right now?”

He shrugs. “Just a few people - Hagan, some junior named Jason Carver, Harrington.” He pauses then, and she smiles again. “Wait-”

“I’ve waited for Steve after practice for several years now, even when I’ve been with Eddie. Sometimes I like the extra study time I get away from home, so I’ll wait for Steve while Eddie worries about Hellfire or his band.” She tilts her head with a playful grin. “So, I can wait for you too. I’ll just study in the library. Who knows, I might even watch a session or two.” She bites her lip. “And I’ll definitely come to your games. Seeing you all sweaty and dominant on the court is not something I want to miss.”

He smirks. “Maybe joining the team will have its perks after all.” She hums in agreement. “Do you like basketball?”

She tilts her head to the side before straightening it again. “I prefer it over other sports. Plus, I’m a good friend. I’ve seen my fair share of games. You know, because of Steve.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolls his eyes playfully.

“But I’ll enjoy having someone new to cheer on.” She kisses his jaw.

“Mmm. You better.” He gives her lips a peck. “So I’ll see you after practice today?” She nods, giving him another peck. “Guess we should head to class now, huh?”

“I think you’ve stolen me away for long enough.” She smirks at him, but he kisses it away.

“It’s never long enough.”

She kisses him back. “Good thing we’ll see each other later today then.” She gives him a few more pecks before pushing him back. “Come on.” Grabbing his hand, she leads him to the door where he checks for people before giving her the all clear. They go their separate ways with one last look over their shoulder.

She didn’t know exactly what to expect when she would see Billy again, knowing it would likely be memorable. What she didn’t account for was how tired her plethora of emotions would make her. As she sits through her first period, an elective film class, she has to fight to keep her eyes open.

Her and Billy had shared how much they missed each other, they had an intimate moment, they were serious and sad, sweet and uplifting, and then giggly and happy. He had a unique way of making her feel many emotions at once, and after being away from him for weeks, the rush of verious emotions left her exhausted.

When the bell for the end of first period rings, she stands up quickly, grateful for the movement. Shaking her head to wake herself further, she makes the trek to her second class. She likes the classes she has for her final semester of high school, and she was hopeful that her enjoyment of the subjects would make the time pass a little quicker.

Walking into her history class, she decides to sit in the back corner of the room. She was good at history, so she didn’t have to worry about sitting at the front. She could relax in this class. Sitting in the second seat from the back, she gets out her notebook in case she needed to take notes. As she gets comfortable, her eyes shift to the door to watch for those who would be her classmates.

Before the bell rings, Billy slides into the class. Her eyes widen. They hadn’t had a class together yet, but it seemed like this semester would change that. It doesn’t take long for his eyes to meet hers, a small smirk lifting the corner of his lips. When he notices the empty seat behind her, he walks down the aisle. As he passes her, his fingers brush the top of her shoulder, making her shiver.

As the class starts, she does her best to pay attention, ignoring the man behind her - who most likely had the biggest smirk on his face. She could just imagine his totally relaxed, unbothered stance as he watches her instead of their teacher. Meanwhile, she was fidgeting, and her skin was hot under his eyes, as it always was. Only now, she tried her best not to let anyone else notice his effect on her.

Paying attention to the teacher proved more difficult than she thought. She tried to listen to how the class would function and what their assignments would be like, but when she feels Billy’s close proximity and sees a note land in her lap, she knows all hope of paying attention was gone.

She grabs the small slip of paper and unfolds it. Looks like I’ll get to see my pretty girl every day. How lucky am I? She fights her growing smile, but she can’t stop the quick beating of her heart. Not wanting to draw any attention though, she slips the paper under her notebook, not responding to him.

It’s not long before another note lands in her lap. Afraid to talk to me now? I seem to recall I had you begging for me a few hours ago. Her eyes widen, and her neck gets hot. Hiding the note, she lifts her head, looking toward the front of the room. No one seemed to think anything was amiss, all attention directed toward the teacher at the front. She puts the piece of paper on her desk and scribbles something back - I’m trying not to draw attention to us. You shouldn’t be either! - before lifting her hand to her shoulder as if she had a scratch and dropping the note on his desk behind her.

Thinking the matter would be done, she directs her attention to the front of the room again. But with how much she’s gotten to know Billy, she should have known he wouldn’t stop there. The same piece of paper lands in her lap. Rolling her eyes, she opens it. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a little harmless note passing. What’s wrong, don’t want to talk to me anymore? She writes her response - I always want to talk to you, just when it’s appropriate. - and passes the note behind her again.

They go back and forth like that for a while as the class drags on.

I can be appropriate. Soooo … what color are your underwear?

Billy! I’m not answering that. Pay attention!

I am paying attention. I can see how tense you are, doll. Why don’t you try relaxing your shoulders?

I wouldn’t be tense if you left me alone.

We both know that’s not what you really want.

I want to pass this class. I can’t do that if you distract me the whole time.

It’s just the first day. You’ll pass. Don’t act like I’m not your favorite distraction.

That’s not the point.

We can spend even more time together now. We can even study together if you want.

You studying? I’ll believe it when I see it.

Believe it, doll. I’m smarter than you might think.

Oh, yeah? Prove it.

Their teacher had shifted into a mini introductory lecture to set up the background of the class. The note passing lulled for a while, which made her smirk. She had finally stumped him. But she was proven wrong yet again when the teacher asked a question to the class, eyes landing behind her. Billy’s voice projects loudly and confidently as he answers the question correctly, the teacher even confirming so happily. Her jaw slackens but she doesn’t let her mouth part. Another note falls in her lap.

See?

You’re always full of surprises.

What can I say? I like to keep things interesting. And there will be more where that came from.

Hmm. I have a surprise too.

What’s that, pretty girl?

She holds onto the note until she notices the class nears an end. She packs up her bag before writing her response. As the bell rings, she drops the note over her shoulder. Standing without turning back to him, she walks off, pleased with herself. With one last look at him before she exits the classroom, she watches as the realization from her note clicks on his face. His lips part, and his eyes darken. She flashes him a smirk before walking out. As for the note? She wrote:

Red and lacy.

Leaving Billy with her little surprise, she heads to lunch. It doesn’t take her long to grab her food and sit at the table with all her friends. It was tradition on the first day back from break for them all to sit together and catch up. Steve decided to bless everyone with tales of his time in Cancun first. Halfway through his story, Eddie joins them, sitting next to her. She gives him a quick smile before returning her attention to Steve. Eddie eats in silence while Steve finishes his story.

“What about you guys? What did you all do?” Steve looks around the table, not really directing his question to anyone in particular.

Jonathan answers first. “We decided to have a relaxing break in. After last year with everything that happened with Will and with how difficult things have been in the last year, mom and I decided to just spend as much time with him as we could. We watched all sorts of Christmas movies.” He chuckles then. “We tried to bake, but we just ended up letting mom do it while we did our own thing. I think it was good though. Much needed time to feel normal.”

Bunny smiles as Jonathan finishes and Nancy starts recounting her winter break, thinking quietly to herself. She had known about Will’s disappearance in ’83, but Jonathan had never told her any details about it really. She always found it strange how they had a funeral for him but ended up finding him a few days later. It never made sense, and no one gave her any answers. In that time Nancy had drifted apart from Steve and started spending more time with Jonathan. She kept hearing the phrase “shared trauma” get thrown around between them, but, again, no one ever elaborated on what the trauma was. Sure, Nancy had lost Barb at the same time Jonathan lost Will, but they found Will, not Barb. How much trauma could they actually share?

All of those questions bothered her, but not as much as her question about Steve. He had gravitated toward them in a way she didn’t quite understand. He had dated Nancy, but she would have thought Steve wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with Jonathan after swooping in and stealing Nancy away. Yet Steve brought them both into the friend group, as if nothing had happened between them all. There were countless times when she didn’t hear from Steve, even more times when the three of them shared knowing looks that no one else understood. It was clear that they were all privy to something her, Eddie, and Robin weren’t. If it were anyone else, it wouldn’t bother her, but because it was Steve, his secrecy hurt. She was his friend first, before anyone else, yet he apparently didn’t trust her enough to share what was really going on.

Her mind spiraled before she could stop it. Was Billy in on it all too? The first night they met, when he was looking for Max, he ended up at the Byers’ house where he fought Steve. Why was Steve there? Why was he there with Max and the rest of the kids? Given everything else she had put together, she was sure Nancy and Jonathan were involved too. But where were they? Why was Joyce not at the house? Did Billy learn something about Steve that she didn’t know, and was he keeping it from her? The questions gave her a headache.

But as much as she hated the secrecy, she couldn’t complain too much without feeling like a hypocrite. She was holding onto her own fair share of secrets no one else knew, no one else but Billy. Steve had picked up on it, but she avoided telling him. Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin didn’t know, and there was no way she could tell anything to Eddie. There was too much at stake, and she didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially Eddie, not more than she had too. Putting the thoughts aside before they ate away at her anymore, she tunes back into the conversation in time to realize Robin was talking now.

“That’s all I did! Pretty boring stuff actually.” She smiles with a little shrug of her shoulders. “What about you two? I’m sure you both got up to no good.” She looks between Bunny and Eddie, wiggling her eyebrows.

But they look at each other awkwardly. Far from it. Eddie’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink as he quickly looks away from Bunny with an uneasy chuckle.

Bunny stutters before looking from Eddie to Robin. “Uh- Actually my parents kept me around all break, so we didn’t really get to see each other.”

Robin frowns. “Oh.”

“Yeah! They just wanted me around them, so I stayed in the house. I ended up watching a lot of movies and reading a lot. It was relaxing!” She smiles, trying to ease the tension even though it was a lie. She had dabbled in movies and books, but it was far from what she really wanted to do. She also spent just as much time talking to Billy.

Eddie clears his throat. “I worked on our new campaign for Hellfire for most of the break. Since I wasn’t really busy with anything else I was able to do a lot of research and develop a really extensive campaign that should last all spring!” He smiles his usual toothy grin.

“Nice!” Jonathan cuts in with his own smile.

“Seems like we all had a good break then!” Everyone nods at Steve’s comment. “So, what are the plans for our first hangout of the semester?” Nancy laughs, but before Bunny can focus on her answer, Eddie leans in to whisper in her ear.

“Can we talk? Somewhere private?” Her eyes bounce between his large brown ones as she turns to him.

She nods. “Yeah, sure.”

Eddie gives her a small smile before backing up from the table. He holds his hand out for her, which she takes as she backs up as well.

Steve’s voice interupts them. “Where are you two going?”

Eddie turns back to their friends while she watches him. “I wanted to have a moment with her by ourselves before lunch ends since I didn’t get to see her over break.”

Steve nods, but Nancy is the one to respond. “Have fun, you two!” She winks at them. Bunny smiles at her before letting her eyes shift behind her, finding Billy’s. He was sitting at his usual table, arms crossed as he watches Eddie grab her hand and pull her away. Her lips part as she traces the annoyance across his features. Before she could flash him an apologetic look, Eddie pulls her out of the cafeteria.

She follows him as he leads her outside and into the woods, toward the picnic table where he did a few of his drug deals during school. She sits down on one of the benches, and he sits next to her, facing her. He studies her for a minute before speaking.

“I have to ask. Were you avoiding me over the break?” His voice is soft.

Her eyes widen. “No! I already said, my parents wanted me to spend time with them.” She shrugs. “They said since it was my last semester before college we should make the most of it.” She chuckles lightly. “We didn’t actually do much together, but if it makes them feel better, then whatever.”

He nods, but he still looks unsure. “You’re sure it didn’t have anything to do with our fight?”

She sighs, the small trace of her smile fading. “No, that wasn’t it, Eds.”

“We still haven’t really worked through it.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I know.” Her eyes fall to the bench between them as she nods.

“You deserve better than me, Bunny.”

Just like that, her eyes jump back to his. “What? How can you say that, Eddie?” She grabs his hand. “We might have our problems right now, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. You’ve been so good to me, Eddie.”

“But I’ve pushed you away.” His eyes are so sad, full of so much pain. “I made you feel like I resent you, and I’ve shut your emotions down so many times I’ve lost count. I don’t want to talk about my emotions but that shouldn’t mean I should force you to shut down yours too.”

“Eddie-”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t keep my word to you. I make promises I can’t keep. I don’t prioritize you. You deserve someone who will do all of those things for you.”

Her mouth parts. She wasn’t expecting this rush of emotions from him at all. All of a sudden he was so self-aware of how he had pushed her away and how he had created distance between them. She didn’t know how to process this.

“I’m not exactly innocent, Eddie.” She looks down at their hands. He hadn’t removed his hand from hers, so she rubs small circles over the top of his hand. “I could’ve talked to you about how I felt, but I avoided it too. I don’t like to face my emotions either. It’s not just you.” There was so much more she could’ve said, but now wasn’t the time.

“You don’t need to take any blame. I’ve made you feel bad enough about yourself already.” He doesn’t look at her as he speaks, choosing to look between them at their hands too.

Her eyes look to his. “So what are you saying? Are you breaking up with me?”

He meets her eyes then, pained and teary. “Is that what you want?”

She inhales a breath. He was leaving the decision up to her. He was giving her an easy out that would save them further heartbreak in the future. If she agreed she could be with Billy without guilt, and she could set Eddie free. She opens her mouth to do that, but then her father’s words flash through her mind - “You will not be bringing anyone but your boyfriend, understand?” - making her shut her mouth just as quick. Even if it was for the best, she couldn’t break up with Eddie. Not yet. Her father expected Eddie at the gala, and she needed to keep the peace until then.

“Of course not, Eddie! I don’t want to let a couple of bad weeks get between us. Do you?” She doesn’t have to fake the pain in her voice. She might have resolved to break up with him when the time was right, but it didn’t mean she didn’t care about him anymore. Eddie was good to her. He just didn’t connect with her on the same level as Billy.

He shakes his head, lips tilting up a touch. “No, I don’t either.” He flips their hands so his was on top, allowing him to trace circles on her hand as she had done. “But what do you say we take a step back? Go slower, like how we did at the start?” He offers her a more complete smile now. “We see each other at school, but we give each other space to do our own thing rather than try and force a routine. When we can make time for each other, we do, but only when we’re sure. How does that sound?”

She practically breathes a sigh of relief. Maybe she could get through the next few weeks after all. “That sounds perfect, Eds.”

She wouldn’t have to avoid him if they took a step back. She could act normally around him for the most part. It might even allow him to take the break up easier when it came to that. For once, things were going in her favor.

He smiles at her, giving her hand a squeeze. “Can I kiss you, Bunny?” He bites his lip as he waits for her response. She gives him a smile before nodding.

Eddie brings a hand to cup her cheek as he leans in, connecting their lips. It is a slow, sweet kiss, one which he doesn’t deepen. She hadn’t felt Eddie’s lips against hers in weeks, and she was reminded of how soft they were. They hold their lips together like that for a while. When he pulls back, she leans forward to peck his lips again. He smiles, though it falters a bit.

“I really am sorry for everything. The longer I went without getting to see you, the more I thought about how much I fucked up. I hope you know how much I regret it all.” His hand still cups her cheek, so she leans into his touch as she offers him a reassuring smile.

“I know, Eds. I’m sorry too, for everything.” He didn’t know the intent behind her words, but saying it and getting it off her chest made her feel better nonetheless. His eyes shine with a hopeful gleam, and she couldn’t help but notice how much more like himself he looked like this.

Before he could say anything, the bell rings, signalling the end of lunch. He swings his leg over the bench to stand, offering his hand to her once more. She swings her legs over too, taking his hand as she stands. He turns to her with a smile.

“I’m glad we got to talk. I feel better about where we are now.”

She mirrors his smile with a nod. “Me too, Eds.”

“Do you want me to walk you to your next class?” He holds out his hand as an offer.

As she takes it, she intertwines their fingers. “That would be nice.”

They walk hand in hand back into the school, making a bit of small talk as she guides him to her class - English, her favorite. It was her easiest subject but she also enjoyed it, so it was a win-win. It doesn’t take them long to get to the classroom. She stops outside of it, and as she turns to Eddie, she sees that he’s contemplating something.

“Is this your next class?” He looks from the door to her.

She nods. “Yeah. I have English after lunch.”

“So do I! We must have gotten assigned to the same class.” He grins at the realization.

She smiles too. “Well how convenient. Now you have no excuse not to pass.”

He laughs, taking her hand again as he leads them into the class. “I can’t make any promises, but the odds are certainly higher now that I’ve got my girlfriend with me.”

She chuckles at his comment, but it quickly fades away as she feels the weight of a familiar gaze on her skin. As Eddie directs them down an aisle with two open seats in the back, she turns her head to find the source - a source she was already intimately familiar with. Billy’s eyes only leave her own to shift down to her conjoined hands with Eddie before lifting back up. His eyes were dark, and his jaw was set. She feels the back of her neck heat up as she takes her seat diagonal from Billy, who sits next to Eddie.

But Eddie pays no mind to Billy, leaning forward to speak to her again. “You know, if we’re taking things slower, why don’t you let Harrington drive you home? That’s what you did before me. It’ll let us create some space, and then when you really want me to pick you up or take you home, you can just let me know.”

She turns in her seat to face him, meeting Billy’s eyes in the process. She doesn’t miss the tilt of his head or the rise of his eyebrow. Ignoring him to the best of her ability, she smiles at Eddie. “I think that sounds nice, Eds. It’ll give me more time to study.”

Before they can say anything else, the teacher speaks up, beginning class right as the bell rings. She turns in her seat to direct her attention elsewhere, trying not to think about Eddie or Billy. But just like before, that turns out to be harder than she wants.

She feels the heat of Billy’s eyes on her throughout class, but unlike earlier, it isn’t a pleasant heat. She can feel the jealousy radiating off of him in an intensity that seeps into her skin. She knew he didn’t like seeing her with Eddie, but he also knew about what she had to do, about her father’s ultimatum. She had to keep up appearances until the gala, meaning she couldn’t just completely ignore Eddie. He should know that. Just like he should know how deeply her feelings for him run.

At the same time, she feels Eddie play with her hair. He twirls the ends between his fingers, twisting it and curling it mindlessly. The feeling brings chills to her skin. Even though he didn’t intend for her to, she found that her mind focused on Eddie just as much as it focused on Billy. When the end of class nears, she realizes she had been clenching her hand in a fist in her lap for so long her fingertips were numb. These men would be the death of her, and it was only the first day of the term.

She was so tense that when the bell rings to dismiss the class, she jumps. Eddie’s hands grip her shoulders before his voice reaches her ears. He starts rubbing her shoulders as he leans over his desk, closer to her.

“What’s got you so tense, baby? I thought English was your favorite subject?” He chuckles. Giving her shoulders one more squeeze, he slides out of his desk.

She rolls her shoulders, letting out a quick laugh as the tension leaves her shoulders. “Guess I’m just thinking about this being our last term.” She stands next to him, picking up her bag off the floor and putting in her notebook that she barely wrote in.

“No need to get too ahead of yourself. It’s just the first day.” He flashes his easy going grin at her.

Her eyes flit over to Billy, seeing that he hadn’t moved from his seat. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were still on her. Offering a smile, she turns back to Eddie. “You’re right, Eds. One day at a time.” Literally.

He chuckles again. “I better get to my next class if I want to graduate this time.” She giggles at the comment despite herself. “I’ll see you around, my Bunny girl.” She gives him a nod before he leans in to give her a quick kiss. It’s brief, but long enough for their lips to fully connect. He pulls back, giving her a little wave as he walks off.

She watches him with parted lips, standing still until he leaves the room. Once he’s out of her sight, she turns to Billy, wide eyed. He looked absolutely incensed, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed but full of fire. He still hadn’t moved.

“Billy…” She goes to speak, but her voice trails off. What could she say that would make sense? He lets her sit in silence, rolling his jaw once before standing.

“Are you going to let Harrington drive you home, or do you want to act like you’re interested in me again and ride with me?” She expected his voice to be angry, but if anything it seemed emotionless. That was worse. Her brows furrow as she searches his eyes.

“You, Billy.” Her own voice comes out much smaller than she wants it too.

“Mmm. Meet me after practice then.”

Before she can say anything, he’s already walked off. She stands in a daze before a flurry of new students enter the classroom, bringing her out of her trance. She’s speechless as she walks to her final class of the day. Fortunately, she had the class to herself, but unfortunately, she was still wildly distracted.

As the class drags on, all she can think of is her and Eddie’s conversation, her numerous interactions with Billy through the day, and her father. In a single day, she had experienced a swing of emotions, she was close to a resolution for her father’s ultimatum but went against it, and she felt confused about how to navigate with Eddie and Billy. While Eddie was giving her space, they also repaired the animosity between them. They were on good terms again, which made things harder still, especially when they now all had a class together. And seeing the look on Billy’s face made her chest ache. She had to lead Eddie on to keep the peace, but acting normal with Eddie made her feel like she was leading Billy on too even though she was being honest about every emotion and feeling between them and every development in her life. It all just reinforced how fucking hard this situation was.

Just like she had done all day, she barely pays attention in her class, and when the final bell rings, she’s actually surprised she had spent the entire class thinking about her personal life. She looks around to get her bearings before packing up her bag once more. Now it was time to face Billy.

Making a quick stop at her locker to dump off her books, she heads to the gym to wait for him while he practices. Opening the doors, she finds the only people in the gym are the players and the coach, with one or two lingering girls. Her eyes find Billy first, seeing he had changed into the team’s practice clothes already, only he didn’t have his shirt on. Of course. He turns to her, apparently sensing her presence in the gym. He didn’t look as angry, but she could tell even from her distance that he was still tense.

She pulls her eyes from his as she walks toward the bleachers, content to just sit and wait for him. Steve catches her before she can ascend the steps.

“Hey, do you still need a ride? I thought Eddie might have taken you home since you disappeared from lunch together.” He offers her a smile. “But here you are!”

She twirls a piece of her hair as she looks past him, making sure no one else was near. “I’m actually waiting for Billy. He’s going to drive me home.”

Steve nods. “Okay, yeah! That works too.” There’s an awkward silence between them as neither one of them moves, waiting for the other to say something, do something. She hated keeping the truth from Steve, but it wasn’t the only thing she hid from him. She had to keep telling herself that.

“Harrington! Are you gonna show me what you got or not?” Billy’s voice echoes through the gym, dragging Steve’s attention away from her for a moment. Her eyes shift past Steve to Billy, seeing he was looking at her instead of Steve.

Steve turns back to her with a curt smile, motioning over his shoulder. “I should probably get back...”

“Yeah, yeah! Go practice.” She chuckles awkwardly, nodding to the court as well.

Steve gives her one more painfully awkward smile before jogging back toward Billy. She catches the force in which Billy throws the basketball at him when he gets closer. He either still didn’t like Steve or he was still upset from earlier and was using this practice to work it out. With nothing for her to do about it, she climbs the stairs to sit at the top of the bleachers, leaning back against the wall.

Before long, yells and squealing sneakers fill the gym. She watches Billy as he works on their scrimage. For someone who didn’t like basketball, he was surprisingly good at it. He was all over Steve, charging him, knocking him down, stealing the ball from him, and scoring left and right. He made Steve look like a rookie, and Steve was good. It was an impressive sight.

Even more impressive was how good Billy looked. Tiny green shorts cling to his thighs. She finds herself leaning forward every time he yanks the bottom hem further up his thigh, giving them more room to breathe. She had only seen his thighs the one time, over a month ago, and even then she was focused on another large thing. With sweat glistening on his skin and the thin gym shorts clinging to him, she could appreciate his thighs for the first time. They looked good in his tight jeans, but they looked divine like this.

And when he turned around? She could have drooled. The shorts did wonders for his ass too. They hugged the lushious curve of his ass, leaving very little to the imagination. He spent most of the practice bent over with his ass sticking out, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it. When he had his back to her and he was bent over, his shorts rose up, exposing the back of his thighs and barely covering his ass. It was the best sight.

Every muscle flexed with his movements to the point where she could have traced their lines. Even the way he trash talked Steve or whoever got in his way made her dizzy. As she watched the practice go on, she felt like a perv when she realized how much she was objectifying him. It got so bad she had to force herself to look away, trying to occupy herself with anything else.

She ended up doodling in her notebook, and she was finishing an image of an apple tree when the coach called the end of practice. Letting herself look up once more, she saw both Steve and Billy walking toward her. Stuffing her notebook in her bag, she gets up, quickly making her way down the stairs.

“Good practice?” She looks between the two men for a brief moment before they all walk out of the gym together.

“You could say that. Looks like Hargrove’s going to fit right in.” Steve didn’t even try to hide the grumble in his voice.

Billy smacks his back with a cocky grin. “Oh c’mon, Harrington. Don’t act like you don’t like the challenge.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but she giggles. “It certainly looked like he was making things difficult for you, Stevie.”

“Don’t sugarcoat it, doll. I wiped the floor with his ass.” Billy’s laugh fills the hall.

“Yeah, yeah. Ha, ha. Let’s all laugh at Steve.” He moves his hands around as he mocks their laughter.

She pats Steve’s sweaty back. “At least things will be interesting now.” She raises her eyebrows to which Steve nods.

When they reach the locker room, they all stop. Billy speaks first. “I’ll give you my keys and you can sit in my car while I shower.” She nods in agreement, and he disappears into the locker room to fetch his keys.

Steve turns to her. “Do you remember our conversation this morning? About the diner?”

She sighs. “That feels like a lifetime ago.” This really had been the longest day. “But yes. You wanted to get dinner, right?”

“Yeah. Are you free one night this week?” He raises his eyebrows, hands on his hips.

“I can be. We could go out Thursday night?” She shifts her weight.

“That works! I’ll pick you up around 6.” They both smile at each other, the earlier awkwardness easing a bit.

Billy comes back out of the locker room then, dangling his keys. She takes them when he hands them to her. “I’ll be out soon, okay?”

She nods. “Okay.” She offers him a smile, which he just nods at. She brushes it off as she turns to Steve. “If anyone asks, you drove me home, not Billy, alright?”

Steve furrows his brows, looking between her and Billy. “Sure...”

“Thanks!” She waves at them both before walking away. Focusing on clearing her mind, she walks to Billy’s Camaro. If she knew anything about him, and she knew a great deal at this point, she knew his earlier behavior in their English class hadn’t just gone away, even if he worked a lot of it out on the court.

She didn’t have to wait long for him to join her. Walking out the front doors of the high school, she saw that he changed back into the clothes he had on earlier, his hair wet. She rolled her eyes. Typical man to leave with wet hair even in the cold. When he reaches his car, she holds out his keys for him. She hadn’t wanted to start it just in case the loud engine drew attention her way, especially when Billy was still inside. Once he’s situated, cigarette lit, he starts the engine, backing out of the spot.

Silence hangs between them. Her eyes constantly dart over to look at him. By this point, he’s lit up his second cigarette. She expected him to vent, to ask her questions, to express his anger at Eddie. What she didn’t expect was this silence - this heavy, dense silence. It was worse than any anger she had expected. Feeling like her skin was crawling, she finally speaks.

“Aren’t you gonna say something?”

He keeps his eyes straight ahead. One hand lazily grips his steering wheel while the other twists the cigarette between his fingers. “What do you want me to say?”

She turns to him, feeling exasperated. “I don’t know. Ask me what happened. Get angry about Eddie. Something, Billy!”

“Alright.” He pauses to take a drag of his cigarette. “Care to explain what the fuck Munson was talking about? Taking things slower?” He still keeps his eyes from hers.

She swallows, grateful that he was talking to her, but nervous about the topic. “We had a talk during lunch, and we decided to take a step back. Since things have been so rough, he said we shouldn’t try to force things.” She risks a look at him, but he was still avoiding her.

“And you agreed with him?” Another drag from his cigarette instead of looking at her.

“Yes. He talked about giving me space, and I thought with everything going on between us and my dad, that might make things easier when I have to break up with him.” She keeps her eyes focused on his, speaking softly.

Billy scoffs, tossing his cigarette before rolling up the window. “He’s a fucking idiot. He wants to intentionally create distance between you now? He’s practically throwing you in my arms.”

“Eddie’s not an idiot!” The words come out before she can stop them, her tone defensive before she could think better of it.

His head snaps to hers then, eyes shining in anger. “Oh, so you’re defending him now?”

“No, Billy, but you don’t need to talk so bad about him.” She still cared about Eddie and didn’t want to create any animosity toward him. But at the same time, she didn’t want Billy to feel like she was stringing him along. She had to tread carefully with both of them. The least she could do was try to keep them from turning on each other. “And for your information, I’m not with you just because he’s pushing me toward you. I’m making that choice on my own.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re certainly making a choice.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Could have fooled me with how you walked into class with him.” His eyes shift to hers before moving back to the road. His voice wasn’t as angry, but it was still tight, tense.

“That was harmless, Billy.” She brushes it off, but that seems to irritate him again. He turns to her with narrowed eyes.

“Was it harmless how you let him kiss you right in front of me?”

“If we’re trying to stay under the radar, shoving my boyfriend off of me is sure going to draw a lot of attention.” She raises her eyebrows, trying to get him to see the sense in her response. But he doesn’t.

“His hands were all over you, Bunny! On your shoulders, in your hair. I had to watch him touch you for over an hour. How do you think that makes me feel?” Emotion after emotion drowns his eyes.

His response sparks the recognition of a pattern. Before the break, they had gotten in a similar argument when she had accidentally called Billy a douche. It turned out that he had deflected his insecurity into anger. He was scared that she would reject him. And now he was repeating the same behavior. Only this time he had seen her kiss Eddie and engage in typical, sweet couple moments. It was likely he was jealous, but going beyond that, the insecurity returned. Was he still afraid she would reject him? Was he afraid she would choose Eddie over him? He was so good about seeing through her insecurities and bringing her back to earth, but he clung onto his own fears with more force. Last time she couldn’t break through his wall until he yelled and realized his own mistake. She hoped that wouldn’t happen again. She needed to approach his emotions carefully.

“Look, I know. It’s the worst situation.” She pauses to release a sigh. “We had a decent talk, and I didn’t want to shut him down again.” Her voice comes out quieter. “I could’ve broken up with him during lunch, but I didn’t.”

He huffs. “Would’ve been a whole lot easier if you did.”

“Yeah, for everyone but me! If I do the wrong thing with this gala, my dad’s going to make my life a living hell. I have to be smart to make sure this goes right for everyone.” Once more, she tries to reason with him.

“A natural breakup seems like something he would have to get over.” Billy shrugs, staring out at the road again.

He acted like the matter was so simple, but he should know better. She poured her heart out to him, confessed to the most broken parts of herself - insecurities she had never told anyone, vulnerabilities she had held onto for her entire life. If a natural breakup would solve her problems, she would have done it. She would have saved Eddie from the pain of what she was doing, but it wasn’t that fucking simple. Nothing with her dad ever was. He wasn’t the type of person to let her defy him. It was why she resorted to falling in line and complying. It might be easy for Billy to embrace confrontation, but that would never be an option for her. She was too fragile, too sensitive. As much as she tried to stay calm, Billy’s dismissal of her concerns - the concerns only he knew - angers her.

“Stop being so fucking difficult! You don’t understand.” She bites the words out.

He rolls his eyes again. “Enlighten me, doll.”

With a sigh she repeats what he already knows. “They’ve already made the guest list, and Eddie’s name is on it. I can’t break up with him because he has to be my date.”

“Remove his fucking name!” His voice doesn’t quite hit that yelling pitch, seeming to keep in control of that at least, but he raises his voice nonetheless. “The gala is over a month away. That’s plenty of time to remove his name, and then you can go alone.”

She pinches her nose. “No, I can’t! My father likes for everything to be perfect, remember? The last thing he’s going to want is for everyone to ask me where Eddie is. It doesn’t align with the picture he’s already created for the gala.”

“You really think people are going to care about his teenage daughter’s missing boyfriend? Be serious, Bunny.” The tone of his voice was one of dismissal.

“It’s politics, Billy. It’s a completely different world. You don’t understand.” She crosses her arms, looking away from him.

“No, I don’t understand.” He throws his arms up. “I don’t understand how your father can be so fucking concerned about a boyfriend he doesn’t even like. I don’t understand how he thinks the most important thing about the gala is your date. I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal for you to tell him you broke up and for him to adjust the damn list.”

“Because then I’m a nuisance!” Her voice is the one to rise now, dangerously close to yelling. “Then I’ve bothered him. Then he has to do damage control to make up for it on top of planning everything else.”

“You’re his daughter! You’re not a nuisance. Don’t think that.” Her mind wants to register the slight softness in his tone, but she was now too worked up to think rationally, unable to stop herself.

“I don’t just think that. I know!” Her voice is sharp, loud, as she turns to him again. In the heat of their argument, she didn’t realize that they had turned onto her road, nearly at her house. “You don’t know what it’s like to feel like your dad fucking hates you just for existing.”

The car jerks to a halt as he slams his booted foot on the brake pedal, turning to her with wide, pained eyes. His finger juts in her face as he sharply turns to face her, leaning over the console. When he speaks, it’s a calculated, tight, quietness.

“You have no fucking idea what I know about a father who thinks his kid is nothing more than a fuck up, a mistake.” She inhales a breath, wincing back a touch. Shit. “You don’t get to fucking say that.”

Her lips part as she studies him. Why the fuck did I say that? She had heard how his father spoke to him when she tried calling him. Billy absolutely knew what it felt like, and she knew that. She let her own anger get in the way of her reason, not realizing how much it had been festering until it was too late. And here she was worried Billy would do that. Sure, he was being a bit insensitive about Eddie, but he had every right to be concerned. She lashed out at him, and she shouldn’t have done that. Her anger disappears as her shoulders slump. Her eyes become heavy with sadness, with regret.

“Billy, I’m so sorry.” She stutters, nearly floundering, until she finds her words again. “I didn’t mean-”

“You’re not a mistake, Bunny.” He interrupts her. He must have recognized the sincerity of her regret because his voice is soft, small. “Don’t let him make you feel like you are.”

Her brows draw in. “You’re not either, Billy.” She needed him to know that.

“Don’t.” He stops her from saying anything else. He holds her gaze for a moment, his eyes a bit sad, before turning to the road again. He had stopped them in the middle of her street, but now he finishes the drive to her house, flashing her a quick look. “Please.”

She just nods as he pulls into her driveway. They sit in silence, not an uncomfortable one, as her mind wonders. He shuts off his car before sitting back in his seat. Unbuckling her seat belt, she faces him fully.

“Are we so afraid of vulnerability that we lash out at each other when we’re scared?” Her voice barely sits above a whisper.

He shrugs, head dipped against his chest. “I don’t know how to do this.”

She huffs. “Well this isn’t exactly a normal relationship. Nothing about this is normal. If it was we wouldn’t even be having this argument, and you wouldn’t be worried about Eddie.”

He shakes his head, lifting it to bring his eyes to hers. “No, I don’t know how to do any of this. Any type of relationship.”

She reaches over the center console for his hand, letting him come to her. “That’s why we do this together. I’ve never experienced something this intense either, and I think it’s why we argue like this. We both care so much, but we’re both still scared of the unknown. We end up lashing out because we don’t know how else to deal with the fear.”

His eyes never leave hers as he slowly nods. As his hand slides into the curve of her own hand, she feels her chest lighten. “I don’t want to be scared when it comes to you, Bunny, but I can’t promise I can stop it.”

She squeezes his hand in reassurance. “And that’s okay. I can’t promise to navigate this in all the right ways either.” She offers him a warm, soft smile. “As long as we try, we’ll be alright.”

Billy nods. He holds her gaze with his own warm smile before it turns mischievous. “But we can get one thing straight, pretty girl.”

She smirks. Billy was always going to keep her on her toes. “And what’s that?”

He turns her hand over, pulling her closer to him to where she was leaning over the center console. She braces herself with her free arm, pushing her breasts up. He must take notice as his eyes drop to her chest before flicking back up.

“I’m not worried about Munson.” She goes to roll her eyes, but his lips brush the corner of her mouth, halting her movement. He traces a line from her mouth down her jaw and over her neck, stopping to gently suck under her ear. Nipping his teeth along her collarbone, he continues. “I just don’t like seeing someone else touch what’s mine.”

She lets her head fall back as he keeps trailing kisses lower. “Is that right?”

“Mhmm.” The vibration of his hum against her skin makes her shiver. “You said so yourself.” His lips kiss the top of her right breast, causing a small whine to leave her lips.

She smirks, deciding to tease him for a change. “Hmm. I think I told you my pussy was yours, but that’s it.”

A sharp bite to the plush skin of her breast makes her gasp, but his warm tongue glides over it instantly. She fully moans this time. “You don’t think the rest of this perfect body is mine, too?” He brings his free hand up to her chest, using two fingers to pull her sweater down and exposing her even more. Releasing her arm, his other hand squeezes her left breast, massaging it in his large hand. He presses an open mouthed kiss dangerously close to her nipple. “Hmm?”

Her eyes flutter from the contact. From her near orgasm this morning, to the way she was practically drooling over Billy during his practice, to the way she was so quickly surrending to his touch now, she realized just how pent up and desperate for him she was. All desire to tease him evaporates.

“Why don’t you remind me?” She’s past the point of caring how desperate she sounds. She’ll beg if she has to.

He chuckles against her skin. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He kisses the same spot, lingering a little longer this time.

“Yes, Billy.” She releases a breathy moan.

“Such a needy fucking girl, aren’t you?” His lips make contact with her skin again, but this time he sucks, hard. The close proximity to her nipple shoots the pleasure straight to her core, making her clench her thighs together.

“Fuck.” She inhales quickly. “Yes, Billy!”

He releases her breast, looking up at her through the prettiest lashes she’s ever seen. “Are you mine, pretty girl?” She nods quickly, her lips parting. “Want me to remind you how much?”

“Y-yes! My parents aren’t home. We can be quick.” She’s panting.

He smiles, teeth showing. Eyes never leaving hers, he sticks out his tongue to lick a wide stripe over the area he had just marked, swiping to the side to flick her nipple once. She fights to keep her eyes on his as a loud moan escapes her. Letting her shirt fall back in place, he sits up again, leaving her reeling.

“I already told you princess, the next time I fuck you it’s going to be special. No sex in a locker room, no sex in my car, no quickies or quick orgasms.” She pouts before she can stop herself, but the same wicked grin parts his lips. “I’m going to take my time with you. I want to taste every inch of your skin. I want to see you unravel before me. I want you to fucking cry those beautiful, addictive tears for me again.”

Her eyes roll back at his last sentence. She has always been so insecure about crying in front of others, but Billy wanted her to cry. The fact that he got turned on by her tears sent another wave of pleasure to her core. He really did accept every part of her.

Opening her eyes again, she whines before she speaks. “Can’t wait for it, Billy. You make me crazy.”

He grins again, bringing a hand to cup her cheek. “Then you better figure out when I can come over. The sooner you do that, the sooner you get your release.” His thumb swipes her bottom lip. “And I better not find out that you’ve touched yourself to relieve the pressure I know you’re feeling right now.” She whines again. “I bet those pretty, lacy, red panties are soaked for me right now, aren’t they?”

She nods, leaning into his touch as she does so, desperate for any kind of touch from him. “Yes.” She inhales another quick breath. “You can’t touch yourself either, B. S’not fair.”

“I won’t, doll.”

“I’ll let you know.” She exhales a shaky breath, trying to push through her lust.

He hums. “Good.” Closing the distance between them, he connects their lips. She leans into him even more, reaching out for him. His tongue glides over her lips, so she parts them with a moan. But before she can grab him, he pulls back, denying her the deeper kiss she was desperate for. “You should go before your parents see us together, right?” He smirks at her.

The state she was in, the control he had, was actually embarrassing. Yet at the same time, it was so freeing to trust someone, to trust him, so completely that she could surrender her own control in this way.

Taking a deep breath, she nods. He hums once more before dropping his hand. Collecting her bag, she gets out of his Camaro and walks to the driver side where he has his window rolled down.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, pretty girl.” He flashes her a lazy smirk, pleased with himself.

The cold air wakes her up a bit, dragging her out of her submissive state and returning the sharpness of her intellect. If he wanted to be a tease, she could match his game.

Leaning against his door, pushing her breasts up once more, she bites her lip. “I promise I won’t touch myself, but I can’t promise I won’t slip your jacket over my naked body and get lost in your scent and the possibilities of what you’ll do to me. I might even fall asleep like that, consumed in thoughts of you, enveloped in your addictive scent, imagining the arms of your jacket are your arms wrapped around me, gripping my breasts.”

She drags a finger down her chest, pulling her sweater down to show him the two hickeys he had made, one on each breast. She watches as his eyes follow her movement, eyebrows drawing in at the state of his markings. His tongue darts out to lick his lips before his eyes shift back up to hers. She returns his lazy smile. “See you tomorrow, Billy.” Pushing off his door, she turns with a pep in her step.

She’s the one to smirk now as she leaves him staring after her with parted lips and needy eyes, intent on doing exactly what she told him that night.

The thing about Eddie was that when they were together, it was so good. He was never distracted when it was just the two of them. He showered her with attention, making her laugh until her stomach hurt or making her so giddy she could feel it in her chest. That was, she thought, what hurt the most - the fact that he could make her feel so high and turn around and make her feel so low. That and the promises that he just kept breaking.

Part of her knew he didn’t do it intentionally to hurt her. She admired his passion for the things he loved. It was one of the things she loved most about him, but she couldn’t help but question if he loved her as much as Hellfire. And that was the problem. Doubt was seeping into their relationship. Only she was the one who was experiencing it.

In those two weeks, along with his increased attention toward her, Billy had somehow made a habit of showing up at the right time to save the day when Eddie couldn’t take her home. She wasn’t sure how he figured it out, but every time he slyly slid over after Eddie walked off to offer her a ride.

She accepted every time, finding him to be quite pleasant. They got to know each other more on those drives, surface level stuff at first. Silly things like their favorite color or their least favorite food, to long conversations on their music tastes or their goals in life. They laughed, they matched each other’s energy, and they balanced each other’s wit.

Her favorite drives involved sitting in her driveway long after he had pulled in because they didn’t want the conversation to end. She found she learned the most about him during those drives. He had told her about California and his love of the ocean, his desire to go back. He spoke about how he preferred to be outside and away from the noise of others, how he felt more secure when he was swimming or running through the trees. She learned that Max was his step sister and that her mother had married his father. She had also picked up on the fact that he didn’t talk about his mother and how his demeanor changed when his father was mentioned. She knew not to pry.

She discovered that he listened well too. From letting her ramble about her silly frustrations over her science class, to lending a sympathetic ear when she discussed her worries about her increasingly absent father, he listened to it all. He had agreed with her notion about wanting to leave Hawkins, to find out who she was away from everyone else. There was no judgement, no sarcasm, just honest conversations. The more they learned about each other, the more they found out how similar they were.

It all contributed to the fact that she actually found herself growing fond of her drives with Billy. Talking with him was easy, and during the time spent in his Camaro, nothing else mattered.

Needless to say, it came as no surprise when Eddie bailed on her yet again. It had become a pattern for her to expect it.

“But I thought you said you didn’t have a Hellfire campaign after school today?”

“We don’t. But we scheduled one for tomorrow night, so we had to move band practice to today. And not all of the guys have a guardian like me who is chill about when I come and go from home.” Eddie shrugs. “There’s nothing else we could do babe.”

She sighs. There was something he could do, but it was clear where his priorities were. “Well, have fun I guess.”

He must be able to see the disappointment in her eyes because his eyes soften. “I’m sorry, Bunny. Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

She tries to smile, gently nodding her head. “Yeah, Eds. Just be safe.”

He smiles, nodding as well. “We always are.” He gives her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, okay?” She nods before he walks away.

It’s not long before Billy appears next to her, catching her on yet another day when Eddie bails on her. “Need a ride again, doll?” His voice maintains his usual confident, smooth tone.

Shutting her locker, she hugs her books tight to her chest. When she looks up at him, sadness is heavy in her eyes. Billy’s eyes soften, slightly, not used to seeing the emotion. She nods. “As long as it’s no bother.”

He scoffs. “Getting to drive my pretty girl longer? That’s never a bother.” She smiles softly at his grin. “I’ll see you after school.” She nods again. As he walks away, he turns back to her. “I was talking about my car, by the way. Just want to make that clear.” She can’t help but laugh, her earlier sadness disipating a bit.

When the final bell rings, she makes it a point to be one of the first people out of her last class to leave the school as soon as she can. She had spent the rest of the day more upset with Eddie than she had been, all of the disappointment and frustraton from the past few weeks bubbling over into a sadness she didn’t really want to deal with. The sooner she could leave the school, the sooner she could make sure she would be able to avoid Eddie. It also helped that she knew she would be meeting Billy, the only person who’s been able to take her mind off of things lately.

As she pushes open the front door to the school, she sees Billy in his usual perch against his car, cigarette in his mouth. He was leaning against the car, legs crossed at his ankles, arms crossed with his right hand reaching for his cigarette, head slowly falling back as he looks up at the sky to exhale the smoke. Everything about his stance was so relaxed and unbothered, the exact opposite of how she’s felt all day. It was exactly the energy she needed.

As she gets closer to his car, her footsteps reaching his ears, he tilts his head back down, a lazy smile stretching his lips. “About time you got here.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not everyone leaves before the final bell.” She moves to the passenger side.

He pushes off the car, opening the door. “Yeah, yeah. You’re a good student and all that.” He looks at her as she opens the passenger door. “Ready?”

She nods, moving to get in. “More than you know.”

He wastes no time in starting the car and leaving the Hawkins High lot. Like usual, rock music plays through the speakers as they drive toward her house, except he has the stereo turned lower than its usual volume. When he reaches for a cigarette she asks for one too, causing him to pause with the unlit cigarette dangling from his lips.

“You must have had a rough day, huh?” He glances at her for a moment before reaching into the carton to give her a cigarette as well. He pulls out his lighter, holding it in between them so she can light hers before he lights his.

She leans her head back against the headrest, exhaling the smoke, enjoying the sharp squeeze of her lungs from the nicotine. “Can you tell?”

She can feel his gaze on her, but she keeps her eyes closed. His voice gently hits her ears, somehow maintaining his carefree edge, yet more sympathetic all the same. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Eyes still closed, she shakes her head. “Not really. It’s the same old shit I usually deal with.”

“Does it have to do with Eddie?” She turns her head to his quickly, eyelids finally shooting open. Of all the topics they’ve discussed, they’ve never once talked about Eddie. When she still hasn’t said anything, Billy speaks up again. “I may not be the smartest guy in Hawkins, but I’m certainly not dumb enough to miss how much he cancels on you and how upset you get every time.” He looks back at the road for a beat before locking eyes with her again. “You try to hide it, but anyone who really pays attention to you can see it clear as day.”

She blinks a few times, trying to process what he said. It wasn’t that she’s been trying to mask her feelings. Not entirely. She just wasn’t trying to make them super obvious. Emotions in front of other people wasn’t really her thing. But Billy saw through that.

She offers him a quick smile, clearly trying to move past the conversation. “You don’t have to talk about it with me. I’ll be okay when I get away from the school.”

“And him?” He raises an eyebrow.

“It’s not-“ She pauses, sighing in defeat. “It’s not that I want to avoid him. I just didn’t want to deal with his cheery attitude when I’m not in the mood. Because of him.”

Billy opens his mouth to reply, but before he can, she turns to him, facing him in the seat with a pained look on her face, huffing before she speaks. “Listen you really don’t have to talk about this with me just because I’m upset or because you think you have to, for driving me home, or whatever. We can change the subject. It’s really okay-“

“Hey, doll.” Billy’s voice interupts her. She realizes that she was rambling without even making eye contact with him. But when his voice brings her to her senses, she finally meets his gaze, finding his alert and focused blue eyes. “I brought it up. I want to talk about it, so,” He pauses, lifting up his arm with his palm facing up, “talk.”

She holds the silence between them for a moment, slumping back in her seat to think of where to begin. She opens her mouth, closes it, and opens it again. “It wasn’t always like this.” She looks down at her hands, seeing the cigarette with a long ash due to her neglect. She ashes it before bringing it to her lips again. “But the past few weeks, maybe a month, it just feels like he doesn’t want to make me a priority anymore.”

He hums. “No dates? No gestures?” He looks over at her. “Cancelling plans?”

She nods. “All of it.” She shrugs one shoulder. “We’ve never really done gestures. He doesn’t have much money, and I don’t want him to waste what he makes on me. Our dates can be simple too. Watching a movie at home, cuddling.” She gazes out the window as she finishes her cigarette, Billy’s long gone. “Sure those things have lessened, but that’s not what bothers me. It’s the way he’s constantly cancelling on me.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

Her eyes dart away from the window to meet his again. There’s a lightheartedness in his gaze that brings a soft smile to her lips. “I didn’t really mind it at first, but now I can’t help but think he just doesn’t feel as strongly for me as I do for him.”

Billy scoffs. “Then he’s an idiot.” He holds her gaze, jaw tight, to emphasize his point.

She sighs again. “He just really loves the things he’s passionate about.”

“But if he loves you then he would make equal time for you.”

Her mouth opens, brows furrowed as she considers Billy’s point. To be honest, she knew he was right. She had thought it herself. But to hear someone else validate her thoughts was a new kind of enlightening.

“I think that’s why I’m so upset.” She laughs a dry laugh, no humor present. “He’s made Hellfire and his band more important than our time together, and I feel neglected. Like I’m an afterthought.” She scoffs. “And I sound so fucking whiny when I say that.” Her arms cross over her chest.

Billy steals a glance at her, shifting in his seat. He brings his left hand to the wheel, holding it at the top, so he can use his right hand as he talks. “Listen, bottom line, does he not know how to treat a pretty girl well?” He smirks, trying to lighten the mood.

She smiles softly again. “He did, when we started dating, but lately things have been…” She trails off.

“Boring?”

“Stale.”

They say it at nearly the same time, turning to look at each other. She is a bit shocked at his guess being so close to hers, but Billy shoots her a cocky grin, looking pleased with himself.

He lets her process the answers for a moment longer before getting more serious again. “Then why are you still with him?”

She shrugs like it’s obvious. “Because I know he can be better. It’s probably just a phase he’s going through.”

His scoff is loud and jarring. “Yet you’re making yourself unhappy by holding onto false promises.” She looks at him then, going quiet. He continues. “Listen, it doesn’t have to be tonight, but let me take you out, show you a good time and get your mind off of everything.”

She rolls her eyes playfully. “I thought you said you don’t do nice things.”

“I don’t. Consider it an extension of my kindness.” He gives her his best sweet smile, which she laughs at.

“Fine. Eddie has another campaign Friday, so Friday night?” He pulls into her driveway at this point, so she gets her things together, preparing to leave.

“I’ll pick you up Friday night. Be ready at 7 and wear something nice, doll.”

She nods. “Thank you, Billy. For the ride. I’ll see you Friday.” She gets out of his car, moving to shut the passenger door, when his voice stops her.

“Remember, 7 sharp!” She smiles, nodding, before she closes the door. As she walks to her front door, watching him drive away, she notices she feels a bit lighter than she did. The heavy pain she felt in her chest when she left Hawkins High now sits at a dull ache.

Friday comes before she knows it. Nervous energy had settled in her chest the minute she had stepped into the high school. It didn’t help when she passed Billy in the hallway and he pointed at the imaginary watch on his wrist with a wink. In response, she had narrowed her eyes at him with a quick shake of her head.

At lunch she felt his eyes on her again when she was sitting with Eddie at the Hellfire table. Everyone was deep into their discussion of the night’s campaign. Eddie deflected their numerous questions with a cocky easiness before getting them to think about the way they ended the previous campaign. This resulted in a slew of questions, analyzing each other’s moves and characters.

In their focus on each other and not her, she stole her own look at Billy. He was gazing at her with narrowed eyes and his lips pressed together. He was at his own table with its own intense conversation happening. Like her, Billy wasn’t involved in it. His attention was directed to her.

When their eyes met, he closed his and let his head fall back before jerking it forward again, as if he was miming falling asleep. Opening his eyes again, he mouthed “boring” before shooting her a smirk across the room. She tried to hold back her smile, but she couldn’t keep the corners of her lips from rising.

“What are you smiling at Bunny?” The sound of Eddie’s voice jerked her attention back to the Hellfire table, where he was looking at her expectantly.

“Nothing!” She thought her voice sounded too high pitched, so she forced a laugh and shook her head. “I mean, I just enjoy listening to the convoluted ways everyone tries to figure out your plans.” She smiles at Eddie. “But they never do.”

He smiles back, his signature toothy grin. “Because I’m too much of a genius for them.”

“That you are, Eds.” She focuses on eating her lunch again until the table returns to its conversation. When she’s sure they aren’t paying attention to her again she risks another glance at Billy to see a shit eating smirk still plastered on his face.

She went about the rest of the day like normal, chatting to her friends, attending her classes, letting Eddie drive her home. His campaign wasn’t scheduled until later that night, so he had time to take her home. He had dropped her off thinking that he would see her again later on, but she obviously had other plans. She let about two and a half hours pass before she called him.

“Hey Bunny!” His energetic voice came through the line. “Do you want me to come pick you up early? We can make the most of it.” She could hear his suggestive tone even through the phone, making her wince.

She let out her best weak laugh. “I really wish I could, Eds.”

“Aww, what’s wrong, Bunny?”

“I’m not feeling the best, Eds. I think it must have been something I ate for dinner. I’m feeling really nauseous.” She makes sure to talk slower and softer than usual to make it more believable.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Bunny. I hate that you’re not feeling good. Do you want me to bring you anything?” His voice is laced with sympathy. Her plan is working.

“No, Eds. I’ll be okay with some rest. But that’s why I’m calling. I don’t think I’ll be able to go to your campaign tonight.” She waits, nerves making her limbs shake.

“Of course I want you there, but you need to rest. I’ll catch you up when I see you again. Maybe tomorrow?”

“As long as I’m not still sick tomorrow, I would love that Eds.”

“Good. I’ll call you tomorrow Bunny. Rest up!”

They say their goodbyes before she hangs up the phone. As soon as she does she lets out a sigh of relief. She felt bad for lying, but it wasn’t like she was doing anything bad. Besides, he wouldn’t miss her at the campaign. When she goes on Friday nights, he never pays attention to her anyway. It would be fine.

She stands then, moving to freshen up and get dressed for the evening. After a quick rinse in the shower, some skincare, and a brush of her teeth, she stands in her closet. She settles on a knee length, flowy dress, with thin straps tied in a bow on the shoulders and a cardigan to keep her warm. She had just finished her hair and makeup, swiping the last stroke of lipstick, when she heard his Camaro. 7 sharp. Just like he said.

Slipping on her shoes, she hustles downstairs, gives herself one last look in the mirror next to the front door, and says goodbye to her mother who was sitting in the living room. Billy had come to a stop in her driveway when she opens the door, coming outside to meet him. He had left the car on, but stepped outside to greet her. She drew in a breath at the sight of him.

Light blue jeans practically looked like they were glued to his thighs, accentuating his muscular legs. His shirt was unbuttoned with what looked like only two buttons at the bottom keeping it together, the deep blue of the shirt making his blue eyes look even brighter. On top of the shirt was a black leather jacket that sat on his shoulders in a way that made his arms look bigger, hiding nothing. He had obviously freshened up as well because his already curly hair looked even curlier and fuller, two perfect curls falling above his eyebrows. He looked so nice she thought her head was actually dizzy.

A whistle breaks her out of her thoughts - his whistle. “Look at you.” When they meet in front of his car, he takes her hand. “All this potential wasted on Munson.” Once he finishes speaking, he spins her around, causing her to giggle. He walks her over to the passenger side, still holding her hand, and pauses before the door. “But not me, doll. I’ll savor every moment tonight.” He kisses her hand before opening the door for her.

She maintains his eye contact as she gets in his car. He shuts her door once she’s comfortably inside before hurrying over to get in the driver’s side. Once he begins backing out, she says, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. This is just your extension of kindness, remember?”

“Of course!” He shoots her a smirk as he lights up a cigarette. “You should know though that I don’t extend this kindness to just anyone.”

She can’t help but laugh. “And I don’t go out with every guy who suddenly shows interest in me.” She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Well, I’d hope not. You have a boyfriend, right?” He meets her challenge every time - it’s why she enjoys talking to him.

“Exactly.” She nods.

“Noted.” He pauses for a minute as he drives, letting the crackle of the cigarette paper fill the silence. “Why did you say yes then?”

She turns to look at him, seeing he’s already looking at her. She fiddles with her dress. “You came on strong, so I thought you were just like everyone said. Cocky, arrogant, too sure of himself, too sure he would get the girl.” She steals a glance to see he’s listening intently, jaw flexing a bit. “But you’ve been kind to me. You didn’t have to keep driving me home after that first day, but you have been. Rather than listen to everyone else, I thought I would make my own judgement of you.”

“Oh, so I piqued your interest.”

“If you want to say that.” She laughs. If she was honest, she had already made her own judgement of Billy - a positive one at that. Tonight was more of a selfish indulgement for her, a way to get her mind off of things, like he said, and Billy was the best person for that. “Plus I thought I was owed a night out after how intensely strong you came on to me.” She smirks, which causes him to laugh.

He shrugs a shoulder. “Seems like I won in the end though.”

She rolls her eyes playfully. “Keep telling yourself that, bud.”

He hadn’t told her where or what their date was, so she was curious to see what he had in mind. He didn’t drive for much longer before he pulled up to the theater. She eyes him.

“A movie, huh?”

He chuckles. “Is that alright with you?”

She narrows her eyes. “Depends on what it is.”

He turns the car off, raising an eyebrow as he looks at her. “Well, do you want to go and see?”

She shrugs, trying to hold back her smile. “I suppose we can.”

Rolling his eyes with a smirk, he gets out of the car and moves to open the passenger door to help her out. He puts his hand on the small of her back as he leads them into the theater. Looking at their options, he points to one - The Woman in Red.

“What about that one?”

Stealing a quick glance at him, she chuckles. “I never would have pinned you as the romantic type, Billy Hargrove.”

“What can I say?” He looks down at her with a lazy, confident grin. “I’m full of surprises.”

She giggles in response, letting him guide her to the counter as he purchases their tickets. He also buys them a large popcorn after asking her if she’s alright sharing it.

He smiles when she clearly contemplates it, adding. “I won’t bite.” Then he leans down next to her ear to whisper, “Unless you want me to.”

Her mouth gapes as she smacks his chest, causing laughter to erupt from his lips. “You can bite our popcorn, but that’s it.” She crosses her arms, giving him her best stern look.

“Our popcorn?” He raises an eyebrow. “So you’ll share it with me?”

She shrugs. “It would make sense to. Less for us to carry.”

He hums, nodding along as if he doesn’t buy her reasoning. “One popcorn it is then, doll.”

Once he bought their popcorn, they made their way into the theater, finding their seats toward the back. The theater wasn’t full, but it had quite a few people spread throughout. They chose to sit a few seats away from the aisle, as distanced from the other people as they could.

During the movie, they share the popcorn. At first, they manage to reach for the bucket at separate times, enjoying the popcorn without touching the other person. Once they are about a third into the movie, she notices that Billy’s leg is close to hers, the outside of his thigh barely avoiding her own. Heat radiates off of his body. Her body tenses as her mind begins to race. It’s just a movie. We’re not doing anything wrong. Besides, it was just his leg close to hers. It didn’t mean anything.

She tries to redirect her attention to the movie, attempting to ignore Billy’s proximity. With her attention focused on the screen, she reaches for the popcorn again, feeling Billy’s hand reach for the bucket at the same time. They glance at each other, her a bit jumpy from the contact after having just calmed herself down. The smirk that spreads his lips in the dark theater doesn’t help her nerves. Why did he have to be so attractive?

She breaks their eye contact and pulls her hand from the bucket, popcornless, as she directs her focus to the screen again. Of course, every time she reaches for the bucket after that she finds Billy’s hand, but with each brush of their fingertips she feels herself relaxing into his touch.

He must take note of this because he lifts his arm up before gently wrapping it around her shoulders. Her head turns to his, finding an eyebrow raised, almost as if he was asking permission. She feels her heart rate pick up. He wasn’t doing anything disrespectful. She meets his eyes with a smile before deciding to take the popcorn bucket they had nearly finished and set it on the floor. Leaning back, she shifts to lean into his touch.

After a moment, she feels his head rest against hers. Being this close to him she could feel the heat from his body. It was…nice. She felt comfortable, safe even, nestled against him. All of her earlier nerves disipated. She no longer had to convince herself that she wasn’t doing anything wrong. She let herself enjoy the movie and Billy’s presence next to her.

She didn’t even think about what it might mean when she placed her hand on his thigh. She barely registered the way his thigh flexed once before relaxing into her touch. They stayed like that for the rest of the movie - his arm around her, heads pressed together, her hand on his thigh - completely relaxed, melting under each other’s warm touch.

When the movie ends, he walks her back to the car, hand still on the small of her back. They walked in a comfortable silence. Only when they were in his car with him driving her home did they start discussing their thoughts on the movie - each one having very different takes and finding themselves in an intense discussion. Neither one mentioned the position they found themselves in during the movie.

Pulling to a stop in her driveway, their conversation lulls. She pulls the fabric of her dress as the silence sits heavily between them. Once more, she feels his eyes on her.

“What are you thinking, Bunny?”

She doesn’t miss his use of her nickname - only the second time he had used it. Her heart jumps out of rhythm at the sound of it falling from his lips. She swallows, offering a small smile. “I’m thinking about how I almost don’t want this night to end.”

A smooth chuckle leaves his lips. “It doesn’t have to if you don’t want it to.”

She finally forces her eyes to meet his, purposefully making herself ignore the way his usual bright blues are darker in hue. “But it’s getting late. You probably need to get back home.”

He hums. “Probably.” He holds her gaze. “Your call, doll.”

She swallows again, feeling the tension between them. “It’s probably best if I go.”

He lets her sit in her decision, allowing the tension to grow, to make sure she won’t change her mind. When she still hasn’t said anything, he nods once. “If that’s what you really want.”

Just as he had done all night, he gets out of the car to open her door for her, extending his hand to hers to help her out. He shuts the door behind her as she faces him, her back to her house.

“Thank you for tonight, Billy.” She giggles, small, soft. “I had a really good time actually.”

He releases a small chuckle too. “Don’t act so surprised, doll.”

She smiles up at him, letting a beat pass before saying, “Good night, Billy.”

As she turns to walk toward her house, she feels his hand grip her wrist, turning her back to him. Her hands fall on his chest as she braces herself from the sudden turn, fingertips grazing against his bare chest. His eyes meet hers with an intensity she hadn’t seen before, his voice almost quiet.

“Is it?”

“What?” She meets his eyes, slight confusion in her own.

“Is this what you really want?” His eyes flick across hers as he searches for her answer.

“Billy…” Her lips part slightly.

“Tell me you don’t feel this between us.” His hands are on her waist. “Tell me to stop.” He leans in, breath hot against her face. “Walk away.” His eyes are closed as he waits.

She becomes aware of her hands on his chest, his smooth skin beneath her own. The same warmth she felt in the theater feels even warmer. Her eyes jump from her hands to his closed eyes to his lips. His proximity makes her head spin. Her heart races almost as fast as her mind, but one thought barrels over the rest…

“I can’t.”

In an instant, his lips are on hers - greedy, warm lips pressed against her own. Her eyes widen for a second before closing. She melts into his touch. His hands squeezing her waist as he pulls her closer, impossibly close. His body that directs her against his car, the cold metal pressed against her back contrasting with the warmth of his body seeping into her front. The opposing temperatures only add to the electricity of his kiss.

Her hands slide up his chest and around his neck to tangle in his soft curls. His tongue swipes her bottom lip, begging for more intensity. She parts her lips, feeling his tongue press against hers, his mustache gently brushing against her skin. His kiss feels like everything she associates with him - warmth, confidence, electricity. His lips move against hers with a practiced precision, tongue dominating hers with perfect rhythm. Her only focus is on his lips greedily moving against hers, his warmth pressed so tight against her body, and his hands…

His hands that slide down her waist to grip her ass, squeezing with a force that makes her gasp against his mouth. His hands that grab at the fabric of her dress, pulling it up her body. His hands that brush against her thighs so slowly she’s moaning into his mouth. His hands that find their way back to her hips, gripping her tightly as the bottom of her dress rests around her waist, exposing her needy core to the cool air.

She pushes him back, dress falling back down her legs, as she breaks the kiss with a gasp. “Wait-“

He laughs, though it’s not one filled with amusement. “I don’t think you mean that.”

She shakes her head. “No, this isn’t right.”

“It’s not right for who? Eddie? Who never pays attention to you? Who makes you feel like a fucking afterthought?” He scoffs. “Fuck that. Don’t prevent your own happiness just because you don’t want to hurt him.” He steps closer to her again, pushing her back against the car once more. “I gave you the attention you want, and I can do it better than him.”

The voice that reaches her ears sounds wrong. It sounds cruel - a far cry from the sweet man who drives her home, from the man who made her feel so safe and warm at the theater. Dread shoots down her spine. Have his actions been a lie? A ruse to get close to me to get what he wants? Her blood runs cold, her voice becoming venomous.

“You don’t mean that. I know your reputation. You just want to get in my bed.” She shoves past him to step away from him. “That’s what this whole thing has been. This- this act!” She motions up and down his body with her hand. “You just wanted to get close to me to get me to trust you so you could sleep with me! I’m just another notch you want to add to your belt.” She crosses her arms, protecting herself.

He scowls at her then. “Is that what you think this is?”

She nods. “I know it is.”

“If I wanted a quick fuck, I could’ve gone to any other slut in this godforsaken town.”

“Then what are you doing here?” She tries to keep her voice tough, but she softens it a bit, not knowing where he’s shifting the conversation to.

“Maybe I saw someone else who just wanted to forget, even if it was just for a night.” He pauses, allowing her to search his eyes, seeing hurt and truth flash back at her. He quickly shuts that down, hardening again as he backs away from her, voice picking up the cruel tone from earlier. “But maybe you’re right. Maybe I should go look for another fuck since that clearly isn’t going to be you.” 

“Billy-”

“Save it, doll. If you want to be miserable with some loser, I can’t stop you.” He goes to walk past her.

“Billy, I didn’t mean it like that.” She tries to grab his arm, but he shoves her off.

“No, it’s okay. You’ve shown me what you really think of me. I’ll leave you alone and find another girl to fuck around with.” He sneers down the length of her body. “Enjoy your evening.” He gets in his car and drives off, tires squealing. She watches after him as he drives further and further away, leaving her mind scrambled.

She was in the bathroom washing her face when she thought she heard a noise at her window. Confused, she finished rinsing her face with water before grabbing a towel. She had changed out of her earlier clothes once she came back to her room, attempting to rid the feel of Billy’s hands with a quick shower. She had thrown the dress next to her dresser before going into her bathroom. Giving herself one last look in the mirror to make sure her makeup was gone, she dried her face with the towel she picked up as she walked back into her bedroom.

Her eyes widened when she saw Eddie sitting on the tree limb closest to her bedroom window. That had been their routine for the longest time - any time he wanted to come over when her parents were asleep, he would climb up the tree next to her bedroom, knock on her window, and wait for her to open it. Tonight, he perched in the same spot, big brown eyes filled with love as he waited for her.

Looking from Eddie to her dress that was still on the floor, she threw her towel over it to cover it before hurrying over to the window. Opening it, she asked him, “What are you doing here?”

“I made sure the campaign ended a bit early tonight so I could come over and surprise you.” He flashed her a toothy grin.

Guilt immediately coursed through her. She had almost forgotten about her lie to Eddie in the chaos that this night turned out to be. She smiled softly. “You didn’t have to do that, Eds.”

“I wanted to.” He laughs lightly, looking at her and then behind her to her room. “Are you going to let me in?”

She moves to the side of the window with a start. “Oh, sorry. Come in.”

She waits as Eddie manuevers into the window, months of practice showing with the ease in which he moves from the tree to the window and into her bedroom. When his feet hit the floor, he turns to her, grabbing her shoulders to pull her into a hug. His arms slide around her waist as he rests his head against hers.

She breathes in his scent - the hint of tobacco, cheap cologne, and the trace of his sweat, no doubt from getting worked up at his campaign - as she presses her cheek against his chest and wraps her arms around him. Eddie felt safe to her, a source of security, unwavering acceptance. Nothing about him was mean, no cruel tone ever coming out of his mouth, no look of venom. Eddie was pure joy and love, and this Eddie, her Eddie, was so attentive and present with her. Maybe if he had spent more time with me like this, I wouldn’t have been tempted by Billy…

“What are you really doing here, Eds?” The words came out faster than she meant. She just wanted to shut out any thought of Billy before her mind spiraled.

He pulls back from the hug ever so slightly to look down at her, smiling sweetly. “I didn’t want you to spend the night alone not feeling well.” Hugging her to him again, he continues, “I didn’t see the point in waiting until tomorrow when I could come over tonight and spend more time with you.”

She felt her eyes well up with tears. He was thinking about her, even after all of his cancelled plans and lack of attention. She had lied to him to go on a date with Billy Hargrove. She let Billy get in her head to the point where she wanted his attention, even letting him kiss her - all behind Eddie’s back while he had been thinking of her. She felt selfish and stupid risking a man who took care of her for someone she had only known for a few weeks.

She tried to hold back her tears, but she couldn’t control her body from shaking. Eddie squeezed her tighter before putting his hands on either side of her face to tilt her head up. His eyes softened.

“Hey, Bunny. What’s wrong?” His thumb stroked her cheek while he waited for her response.

She sniffled before letting out a quick sob. “I didn’t expect to see you.” I feel guilty. “But I’m glad you’re here.” And that you didn’t show up earlier. “I missed you.” I’m sorry. She couldn’t stop her tears from falling as she said what she meant and thought what she couldn’t say. He may have been more distant, but Eddie was still so good to her just for her to nearly throw it all away.

He kisses her tears away, one on each side of her cheek, before wiping away the remaining with his thumbs. “You don’t need to cry, Bunny. I’m here.”

“I know.” Her hands hold onto his vest tighter as she tries to control her sobs. “I’ve just really missed our time together like this. I’ve missed you, Eds.”

His brows knit together in confusion. “I don’t understand. I haven’t gone anywhere. I’m right here.”

“But you’ve been distant, Eds.” She brings one of her hands to rest on his chest. “You’re here now. But lately you haven’t been.”

He pauses, letting her comment settle for a minute. His eyes study hers, concern lacing his own, before moving her to sit on the edge of her bed.

“I- I don’t mean to be.” He sits close to her, their legs brushing. He grabs her hand, giving her his full attention. “What changed?”

She shrugs a shoulder. “I don’t know. It feels like I haven’t been your priority.”

He squeezes her hand. “What! No way, Bunny. You’re always my priority!” She can see the sincerity in his eyes, making her smile. It’s clear he hasn’t been treating her like this on purpose.

“What about the times you’ve cancelled our plans or stayed over too long for Hellfire or Corroded Coffin?” Her tone is gentle, not trying to be accusatory. Eddie is receptive to her concerns, always, and tonight is proving to be no exception.

He sighs, looking down at his legs. “Has it really been that often?”

“It’s felt like it lately, Eds.”

“I didn’t know…” He quickly looks up at her again. “It hasn’t been intentional, I swear! I don’t want to make you feel that way, Bunny, ever.”

She’s the one to squeeze his hand now. “I know you don’t. You love a lot of things, me included, and you want to put your energy into all of those things. I just can’t help but feel a little neglected sometimes.”

He pulls her in for a hug, tight and all encompassing. “I’m so sorry, Bunny.” He nuzzles his head into her neck, his voice muffled as he speaks. “I promise I won’t make you feel like that again. I’ll spend so much time with you, you’ll be sick of me.”

She giggles, giving his shoulder a kiss over his clothes. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

She felt her guilt melt away with his words and his touch. It seemed that they would be able to turn a new leaf now. He would spend more time with her like he used to, and she wouldn’t have any reason to keep seeing Billy. No more drives home. No banter in the hallways. Definitely no more movies. There really wasn’t any reason why she needed to think about Billy at all. It was just her and Eddie. How it should be.

Eddie leaned back, smiling a wide grin. “You better.” She giggled again. His hand slips around her waist, gently pushing up her shirt to rub circles across her side with his thumb. She hums at the feeling, closing her eyes. “Are you feeling better?”

She nods, a soft smile on her lips. She feels Eddie shift closer to her, causing her to open her eyes. His gaze falls on her lips before drifting back up. “Do you want me to show you how much I do prioritize you?”

Her bottom lip finds its way between her teeth as she sees the need reflected in his dark brown eyes. Her hand slides up his thigh as she nods. “I think I really need to see it.”

He wastes no time crashing his lips to hers. One hand stays on her waist while the other winds its way through her hair, holding her close. He gently tugs her hair, causing her to gasp, which he quickly seizes the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

His tongue overpowers hers as he kisses her, leaving her breathless. His kiss was desperate, hungry. Everywhere he touched felt like fire on her body. She hadn’t seen this intensity in Eddie in months. He was like a man depraved.

His lips left hers but reattached on her jaw, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her neck. Where her neck met her shoulder he sucked hard, sure to leave a mark. She moaned his name, her hand flying to his hair with a tight grip.

She felt his hands slip under her shirt, sliding up as he lifted it over her head. He quickly moved to attach himself to her nipple, her head falling back as a chain of moans left her lips. Eddie moaned too as he flicked his tongue over her hardened bud.

When his other hand started pinching her second nipple, she raised her head to watch him. With her mouth agape, she looked down to see he was already looking up at her. He pulled his mouth off her nipple with a pop.

“So beautiful. Wanna make you feel this good all the time.” He maintained eye contact as he dragged his tongue over her nipple again with a slow pressure that had her whining.

“Oh, Eddie. Need more.” She took in a quick breath. “I need more.”

He kissed back up her chest and neck to her mouth as he stood off the bed. Her hands found the collar of his leather jacket as she kept him close before sliding under to push it off his arms. He took it off the rest of the way before breaking the kiss to remove his shirt as well. Tossing it to the floor he knelt before her, pulling her by the hips to bring her closer to the edge of the bed.

On his knees before her, he looked like a vision - just his chain necklace dangling down his bare chest and his black, skin-tight jeans on. His hair hung at his shoulders, falling forward as he brought his lips to the side of her knee. As he kissed up her thighs, he kept that same intense eye contact, making her heart flutter. She knew how lucky she was to have this man between her thighs. He was so attractive, but even more than that, he was so good to her, so sweet. She wanted to love him just as much as he loved her, to make it up to him, to show him she was his just as he was hers.

Grazing her inner thigh with his teeth, he reached for the top of her shorts. Lifting her hips to give him easier access, he pulled them off, smirking at the sight.

“No underwear, Bunny?” He drops her shorts next to his discarded shirt, leaving her completely bare before him. “Did you want to be naughty for me tonight?”

His voice sounds like silk against her ears - so smooth and dripping with desire. She was practically panting at her own desire for him.

“Only for you, Eddie.”

He groans in response, a low guttural groan from his throat. Wasting no time, he reached under her thighs to pull her center to his face. Flattening his tongue he slowly licked from her entrance to her clit, keeping his eyes on hers.

“So wet for me.” Repeating the motion with a hum, he pulled away slightly. “So fucking sweet, Bunny. Wanna taste you forever.”

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking gently, before resuming the earlier path of his tongue. As he quickened his pace, he slid one finger into her heat, eliciting a long moan from her. She felt the vibrations of his own moan against her center, causing her legs to shake.

When he inserted another finger, she felt herself stretch so deliciously. The cool metal of his rings against her hot core was almost enough to send her over the edge. His fingers pressed against the spot that made her toes curl, his mouth alternating on her clit between quick licks and a sucking motion.

“Eddie,” her hands pushed through his curly hair, holding on tight. “I’m there…” She was whining pathetically at this point, nearly overstimulated from his relentless onslaught.

He only hummed in response, not daring to pull away from her. With a few more strokes of his fingers, she felt herself unraveling, thighs closing around his face as she came, moaning his name.

Eddie’s eyes never left hers as he helped her ride out her orgasm. Once her legs released, he pulled his fingers out of her core, giving her clit one last kiss. Rising to his feet, he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking off her juices with the same lethal eye contact he’s maintained the whole encounter.

Feeling herself nearly drool at the sight, she stands with him, grabbing the chain with his guitar pick on it to bring his lips to hers. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth just in time for her lips to meet his, putting his hand on her cheek. She could feel how wet his fingers were at the contact, but she didn’t care. It only turned her on more as he spread her arousal and his saliva on her cheek.

She slid her hand down his bare chest as their tongues moved together. Finding her way to his hardened bulge, she moaned into his mouth.

“I need you inside of me, Eddie.”

Moaning at her words and the feel of her hand, he quickly undoes his belt, unbuttons his jeans, and starts shoving them to his ankles, her helping him the whole time. Their kisses are wet and messy at this point, both too caught up in their desire for each other to care. Kicking everything to the side, his hands are on her again, feeling everywhere he can.

She turns them around, pushing Eddie to sit on the edge of her bed now before she straddles him. She reaches between them to stroke his hard length a few times. He watches her movements, brows furrowed as he groans again and again.

“Bunny…” He bites his lip as he makes eye contact with her. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep going.”

She kisses him quickly, harshly, before kissing his jaw, grazing her teeth against it. She lines him up with her entrance, sinking down slowly. Eddie hisses at the contact, fingers squeezing her hips so tightly she’s sure she’ll have marks in the morning.

As she takes him in inch by inch, she kisses his neck, releasing tiny whimpers at the feeling of him stretching her. No matter how many times they had sex, she always had to work up to his size. When she had taken all of him in, she licked up his neck to his ear, leaning in.

“You make me feel so good, Eddie.”

His hands tightened even more on her hips as he moaned. Then, bracing herself on his shoulders, she started moving, sliding up and down his length. She could hear how wet she was each time she took him in. One of his hands slid up her back to grab the back of her neck to keep her head still.

“Do you feel like my priority now?”

Looking into his eyes she could see the love, his desperation for her to see how he felt. His pupils were blown out from desire, but behind it all was overwhelming love. Quickening her pace at the feeling of it all, she nodded quickly.

“Yes, Eddie!”

His other hand slid lower on her ass, helping her up and down his cock, quicker, harder, their skin slapping together. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she moans.

“Oh- Only you can make me feel this good, Eddie. Only you.”

He releases another groan as his hips start snapping up into hers, pushing his cock even deeper inside her, hitting her g-spot with every thrust. She cries out at the sensation, feeling the warmth of her arousal seep into her stomach as her orgasm nears. Eddie groans.

“Are you close for me, Bunny? Can feel you squeezing me. Want to get you there again.” He bites her shoulder, causing another lewd moan to escape her lips.

“Yes! So- so close.” She’s holding on for dear life as he drives himself into her. His grip on her neck, the sound of his breathy moans, their arousal coming together again and again is enough to snap the band in her stomach. She cries out as she clenches around him, nails slipping from his shoulders down his chest, leaving a trail in their wake.

He groans at the contact, his hips snapping twice more before he cums inside her. They collapse against each other, his head pressed against her chest as hers rests on top of his. They stay there until they catch their breaths, Eddie leaning back first.

“Holy fuck. Maybe I need to make it a habit to show you how much of a priority you are to me.” His hair sticks to his forehead from sweat and his mouth sits open as he breathes, but he’s grinning, lazy and happy.

She giggles in response. “You definitely need to make it a habit.” She pushes his hair out of his face as she leans in to kiss him. It’s softer this time, gentle and slow. Pulling back, she rests her forehead against his. “I love you, Eds.”

She can feel him smile even though their eyes are closed. “I love you too, Bunny. So much.”

They spend the next few minutes cleaning each other up and tidying up her room. She puts his Hellfire shirt on to sleep in, and he puts his boxers back on. Flicking off her light, they slide into her bed. Eddie pulls her to him, spooning her from behind. Her body fits against his perfectly.

“I promise I won’t make you feel like that again.” He repeats his earlier statement, squeezing her tight. “You’re my world, and I’ll make sure you know that. Every day.” He kisses her shoulder. “I love you, Bunny.”

She smiles sleepily, muttering, “I love you too.”

As they drift off to sleep - a happy, calm lull - she replays Eddie’s words, embracing the warmth in her chest. Her body pressed against his with his arm wrapped around her waist, everything felt as it should be. Nothing about her night went as she thought it would, but right now with Eddie in her bed, there’s no other way she would have wanted the night to end.

With Eddie consuming all of her thoughts, Billy Hargrove was swiftly shut out.

She meets his brown eyes, full of warmth and security, opened wide as he awaits her response. She offers him a soft smile, nodding. “I know.” He had offered her a seat downstairs, but if she was honest, she wasn’t really in the mood for another campaign. She had only come because Eddie promised they wouldn’t be long. He planned to take her back to his trailer and spend the rest of the evening with her. She wanted to believe him, but he hasn’t been the best at keeping his promises lately. Nonetheless, here she was.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come downstairs with us?” A subtle smile widened his lips, displaying his irresistable, boyish charm.

She couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m okay, Eds. I’m just going to watch a movie up here while I wait for you.”

His soft smile grows into a toothy grin. “We won’t be long, Bunny.”

She rolls her eyes playfully. “If you say so.” She shoos him with her hands. “Go! Have fun!” She watches as he quickly turns to run down the stairs, his laugh echoing back through the doorway.

She makes quick work of settling on the couch with a snack and finding a movie she can pass the time with. The noise from downstairs blurs in the background as she focuses on the movie, laughing periodically. An abrupt doorbell ring makes her jump, nearly spilling her snack on her lap. “Shit.” She looks at the door, furrowing her eyebrows before standing. Walking over to the door to the basement, she opens it, leaning in the entrance to yell over Eddie’s narrating voice, “Eddie, there’s someone at the door!”

His voice stops, allowing her to hear a few groans from the other members. His voice travels back up the staircase, “Can you get it babe? We’re in the middle of an important plot point!”

She sighs, shutting the door behind her. This wasn’t even her house. She was probably going to have to bother them again. As long as the campaign can continue, right? She shakes her head, more to herself than anything, letting the frustration from the past few weeks start to show, as she walks to the front door. Who she finds when she opens it is not at all who she was expecting.

Bright blue eyes shift up slowly, framed by the prettiest lashes. Curly blonde hair softly bounces at the movement of his head. His plump, pink lips shift from a pleasant smile to a more defined smirk once he sees her. A smooth, defined chest peeks through his opened shirt, leather jacket hugging his upper body in all the right ways.

Billy Hargrove.

“Hey, I’m looking for my sister, Max. Is there a chance you might have seen her tonight?” His voice is smooth, velvety smooth. He looked relaxed when she opened the door, but now he sits into his hip, relaxing his stance even more, smirk practically plastered on his face.

It’s not the first time she’s seen Billy. Ever since his arrival in Hawkins a few months ago, he’s been the talk of the town. But it is her first time talking to him. She can tell he’s charming, probably used to getting what he wants. It hangs in the air around him.

She frowns, shaking her head. “No. I’ve been in the house all night, so I haven’t seen anyone. I’m sorry.” A brief glint of emotion flashes across his eyes before returning to their charming gaze. Too fast for her to catch. Frustration? She pauses, trying to be helpful. “What does she look like?”

He uses his hands to emphasize Max’s features, taking them out of his jacket pockets where they had been resting. “Short.” His hand mirrors her height. “Red haired.” He grabs the edge of his hair and lets it fall back against his neck in the same curl. “Carries a skateboard.” One perfectly groomed eyebrow raises.

She smiles, her teeth showing, as she nods quickly. “I’ve seen her around the middle school with a few of my friends’ siblings. You might want to check those houses.”

A smile that mirrors her own appears on his face as he straightens. “Awesome. Do you know their names?”

“The Wheelers and the Byers are where I would start. I can give you their addresses too.” 

He smiles, letting out a relieved laugh - a laugh that maintains his smooth pitch. An easy, light laugh. “Oh, that would be just swell.”

Stepping out of the doorway, she motions for him to come in. They walk in silence to the kitchen. It takes her a minute to find a notepad and a pen - with this not being her house - before she leans against the counter to begin writing.

As she writes the addresses down, not paying attention to the man who had interrupted her movie, he studies her, features soft and relaxed as she writes. He tilts his head, narrowing his eyes. “You look familiar. Have I seen you around?”

Her eyes flit up to meet his before shifting back to the note she’s writing. Of course he wouldn’t recognize her. She’s not one of the girls who have practically thrown herself at Billy since his dramatic appearance in Hawkins. It’s not that she goes unnoticed, she just chooses her peace over overwhelming popularity. Put simply, she hasn’t been on his radar.

She smiles curtly. “I go to Hawkins High.”

He nods, smile widening into a grin. “So I have seen you around before. Maybe we’ve passed in the hallway a few times?”

It’s clear he’s amping up his charm, no doubt in an attempt to make her putty in his hand. She resists the urge to roll her eyes. “Our lockers are near each other.”

He narrows his eyes, breaking out his patented cocky smirk. “I think I would remember seeing your pretty face if our lockers were close.”

Able to hold in her scoff to release a more neutral sound, she hums. “They’re on opposite sides of the hall. You probably haven’t paid much attention.” She straightens, holding out the note with two addresses written on it. “Here are the addresses. I would start with the Wheelers and then go to the Byers if you still can’t find her.”

He takes it, glancing at it quickly before looking back up at her, blue eyes shining through his lashes. “You’ve been a big help to me …” He chuckles. “Sorry, but I didn’t catch your name.”

She tells him, offering a small smile. “I hope you find her.”

“I’m sure I will.” He pauses, smirking. “You know, it’s a Friday night, and I can’t help but notice you’re inside your house all alone.” He tsks. “It’s a shame really.”

Here it is. Just like she thought. She laughs off his comment, seeing right through his plan. “Oh, this isn’t my house, and I’m not alone.”

Clearly not believing her, he raises an eyebrow. “I don’t see your company.”

She motions behind her, toward the basement door. “They’re in the basement. I just kind of hang out while they have their game night.” A loud groan, followed by intense arguing comes from the basement. She couldn’t have planned the timing better if she tried. “See?” She raises an eyebrow, the hint of a challenge in her movement.

He sucks his teeth, tilting his head slightly in resign. “Just when I thought you were trying to get rid of me.” He smirks, waiting for her move.

She simply smirks back. “You should go look for your sister though, right?”

Billy nods, slowly. “Definitely.”

They hold each other’s gaze for another moment, seeing who’s going to break first. A low chuckle escapes his lips as he lowers his head, breaking their eye contact. Match won. Lifting his head, he makes eye contact with her again before starting to walk past her to the door. She follows him, smiling in satisfaction.

He stops, looking over his shoulder, smug smile still on his face. “Though there’s room for one more if you want to join me.”

She can’t help the laugh that escapes her. He’s a persistent one, she’ll give him that. “Tempting, but I’m pretty comfortable right here.”

Billy just shrugs. “Your loss, doll.” He steps out the door, turning to offer her one more cocky smirk. “Enchanting to meet you. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

She can’t help the smile that grows. “Night, Billy. Good luck finding your sister.”

She watches him walk back to his car, leaning against the doorframe. Before he gets in, an arm resting against the top of the car, he shoots her a wink. She holds his eye contact, allowing him to break it again as he finally gets in and revs up the engine. As he drives away like a man gone mad, she waits until she can’t see his tail lights any more to step back inside and shut the door.

As she makes her way back to the couch to resume her movie, she can’t help but replay her interaction with Billy. Has he really been that oblivious to her existence? She might have been dating Eddie Munson who had the opposite of a good reputation, but she was also friends with Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler. She was decently known at Hawkins. Was he just self-absorbed?

Thinking back on how forward he was given that they had just met, she realized he only entertained the people right in front of him. Given that he always had someone in his orbit, he had no need to branch out, especially to the off limits girls. She chuckled then. He doesn’t know I’m not single. No wonder he came on so strong.

She couldn’t blame him for shooting his shot. Not really. Billy wasn’t exactly unattractive. His cocky grin flashed through her mind. Bright blues, straight teeth, plump lips, perfectly styled hair on full display. No, he was really attractive actually. She couldn’t help the smug feeling arising in her chest at the fact that Billy Hargrove flirted with her. It might not mean much, but at least she knew Eddie wasn’t the only one to find her attractive.

Beyond the smugness, she felt another unrecognizable feeling in her chest. She didn’t know what it was, but she did know that somehow this wasn’t going to be the last time she interacted with Billy.

The weekend was over before she knew it. The rest of her Friday night was uneventful with Eddie taking too long with the campaign, not giving them time to spend together. She spent the rest of the weekend locked in her room, trying to get over her disappointment.

When Monday rolls around, all of her sulking toward Eddie had made her forget all about her interaction with Billy. Needless to say, when she closes her locker and sees Billy’s smiling face next to her, she’s surprised, gasping.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you there, doll.” He’s chewing gum, his smile toothy through his chews. Each chew rolls his jaw in the smallest, subtlest circle, acentuating his jawline nicely.

“I see you found my locker.” She readjusts her books since they got rattled from her sudden gasp, turning her body toward his once she finished.

He smirks, leaning one shoulder against the lockers to face her as well. “You were right. Turns out our lockers are close to each other.”

She rolls her eyes. “Did you find your sister?”

He nods, the movement smooth. “Yeah, I did. Just like you said, she was at the Byers house.”

She smiles, genuinely, glad to hear it worked out. In the brief silence, she can’t help but notice his face looks a bit bruised too, his bottom lip puffy and a light bruise on his cheek. She winces a bit at the sight, her smile turning into a frown. “Seems like you found trouble too.”

“Nah, baby. Trouble finds me.” He smiles his cocky grin.

Her brows remained furrowed, not buying it. “Are you sure everything’s okay?” She wasn’t exactly sure why she cared, barely knowing anything about him, but the sight of his face bruised up made her uncomfortable.

He shrugs it off. “Nothing I can’t handle.” His eyes move down and back up her body, his smirk returning. “Don’t you worry your pretty little heart over me, now.” She smiles softly. Tilting her head, she just watches him, intrigued.

Something clearly happened, yet he’s keeping it to himself, putting up his cocky front to cover it. Even more, he’s back to flirting with her. She never quite knew what to expect with Billy. It was entertaining to say the least.

He takes notice of her stare, leaning one arm against the locker, getting even closer to her. “What do you say I take you out tonight as a thank you for helping me find Max?”

Despite herself she smiles, chuckling. “Oh, I-“

Just then Eddie comes up to her, kissing her on the cheek. “Hey babe!”

She looks awkwardly at Billy, not expecting the interjection - she had ignored Eddie all weekend after all. Before turning to Eddie, she notices Billy’s eyes go dark. “Hey Eds!”

Eddie looks quizzically at Billy, then back at her. “What are you doing talking to Billy? Is he bothering you?” He gives Billy his best scowl, but all Billy does is roll his eyes.

She chuckles, trying to ease the tension. “He was the one who was at the door the other night. He was looking for his sister.” She looks at Billy then, trying to give him subtle eyes to go along with what she’s saying. He just stares, looking bored. She ignores his reaction and turns back to Eddie, smiling. “He was just thanking me for helping him.”

Eddie nods, smiling again, ready to move on to his reason for approaching her. “Cool! Listen, I hate to do this cause I know I promised you a short night the other night that ended up not being short, and tonight is usually a night to ourselves.” He grabs her free hand in his. “But we left the campaign on a big cliffhanger, and the boys really want to find out what happens next.” He pauses, grimacing. “Tonight. Is that alright?” He gives her his best puppy eyes, hoping to convince her.

Of course. Another night, another plan disrupted. She fights not to slump her shoulders or give off another sign of her disappointment, not wanting to express her frustration in front of Billy. So she smiles and nods instead. “That’s fine, Eds. I know how important the campaign is to you.”

He beams, doing a little jump. “You’re the best, Bunny!” He kisses her cheek, letting her hand go. “Oh! Before I forget, I can’t take you home today either. I told the boys I’d take them straight to the campaign. But you understand! I’ll talk to you soon!” He bounds off, no doubt excited about the campaign, leaving her a bit stunned.

“Looks like you’re free tonight after all.” Billy’s voice cuts back in, shaking her out of her thoughts.

She turns her attention back to him, offering a small smile. “I appreciate the offer, but it’s best I just stay home.”

Billy tsks. “You’ve shot me down twice now. Seems like you are a good girl.” She fights not to let her eyes widen at his comment, though she notices the way her stomach feels like it does a flip. He smiles, softer now. “At least let me drive you home as a thank you.”

She smiles, nodding in agreement, glad for a change of subject. “For someone of your reputation, you’re being awfully nice to me, Billy.”

“I’m just paying back a favor. Don’t expect it to last too long, doll.” He winks before walking off, leaving her heart racing.

At the end of the school day she found herself in Billy Hargrove’s car as he drove her to her house. To say this day had been completely different than she had expected would be an understatement.

After ignoring Eddie, she thought he would try and ease back into her good graces with flattery and cuddles. It’s what he usually did, but he did quite the opposite. Has he become so wrapped up with everything but her that he’s starting to neglect her even more?

He barely spoke to her for the rest of the day, not even waiting to see her off once school ended. Instead of spending the night together, he was once again making time for Hellfire and leaving her alone. She had tried to be understanding at first, but now after her second disappointment in three days, she was starting to get fed up.

What was even more bizarre than that? The fact that Billy came to the rescue. Now she was in his Camaro, rock music playing on a tape he had put in the stereo.

He had waited outside his car for her once school ended, smoking a cigarette and looking as relaxed as ever. Once he saw her exit the front door he smirked his trademark smirk she had come to recognize. She hadn’t needed to search for his car. He always parked front and center. She received a few stares getting into his car, but he got in and drove off like normal, completely unbothered by the attention. She didn’t even know if Eddie had made it outside before they drove away from the high school.

“Bunny, huh?” Billy’s voice projects over the music, interrupting her thoughts. He turns his head for a moment to glance at her, an eyebrow raised.

She turns her head to meet his and smiles. “It’s my nickname for the people who know me well.”

“Do you like bunnies?”

She laughs at that. “You could say that.” She looks at her backpack, her cute stuffed bunny charm hanging off one of the zippers. “My room used to be decorated with bunnies everywhere you looked. My friends in middle school started calling me Bunny, and I guess it just stuck.”

He nods as he listens to her, glancing at her every now and then before turning his attention back to the road. “And do you like the nickname?”

“I do.” She smiles. “I think it’s sweet.”

He pulls out a cigarette from the carton, offering one to her. She shakes her head to decline it, which causes him to chuckle in response. “You wouldn’t happen to have that nickname because you’re an innocent thing now, would you?”

She’s smiling when she turns her head, feigning shock. “Innocent? I’d hardly call myself innocent.”

He sucks his teeth, tilting his head as he lights his cigarette. “I don’t know, doll. You’ve declined my advances twice, and now you don’t want to smoke. That seems pretty innocent to me.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes playfully. “For your information, Hargrove, I have a boyfriend. And as for your cigarette, I’m just not in the mood for one.”

Pursing his lips, he nods slowly. “Well, if you ever change your mind, I’ll be here.” He pulls his cigarette from his lips, turning to her, cocky smirk returning. “On both accounts.”

Her stomach does another little flip against her will. She opens her mouth to say something, but closes it almost as soon as she opens it.

Billy takes note, smirk on full display. He chuckles as he faces the road again. He pulls onto her street, slowing down. “Which house is yours?”

She points to it, waiting for him to come to a stop in her driveway. As she gets her bag from the backseat, she smiles at him. “Thank you for the drive home, Billy. You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.”

He smiles back, shrugging. “I don’t mind. Seems like you were left in a bind, and it’s the least I could do after you helped me the other night.”

She offers him a nod, opening the door and shutting it behind her as she gets out. He rolls the window down, causing her to turn back in his direction. He’s leaning over the center console, voice clear as he calls after her.

“How long does someone have to know you before they can use your nickname?”

She can’t help but laugh. That was unexpected. “If you want to call me my nickname, you can.”

“Good.” He holds eye contact with her for a moment before his smirk curls his plump lips, eyes shining. “I’ll see you around, Bunny.”

“So you know that Billy and I have been dating for a while.” Eddie nods. “Well we’ve been talking about how to freshen up our sex life.” Her eyes widen as she pauses. That didn’t come out right. “Not that it’s bad!” She puts her hand on Billy’s thigh, moving her attention to Billy now instead of Eddie. Billy looks at her with a slow turn of his head, a lazy smirk curling his lips. No trace of insecurity or annoyance flashes across his eyes, so she knows her comment didn’t come off in the wrong way to him. Relieved, she smiles up at him. “Billy really knows how to take care of me, so I’m not lacking in anything. We just wanted to see if we could take it to a new level.” Billy’s smirk deepens at her words.

Even though she holds Billy’s eye contact, she sees Eddie rub the back of his neck out of her peripheral vision. He clears his throat, which makes her turn her attention back to him, Billy’s eyes still focused on her. Eddie’s cheeks are tinted pink.

“What does that have to do with me?” Eddie fidgets in his seat, unable to sit still. She giggles, opening her mouth to respond, but Billy beats her to it, speaking for the first time since they all entered their trailer.

“She wants you to fuck her Munson.”

Eddie’s already large brown eyes get impossibly bigger, lips parting in shock. His eyes dart between the couple before landing on hers in disbelief. She giggles again.

“Well not alone. I want you both to fuck me.” When Eddie is still silent, she continues. “You know, like a threesome.” She tilts her head, waiting for a response.

Eddie’s mouth parts wider, but he turns his attention to Billy. “And you’re okay with this?” She picks up on the disbelief in his tone. It was no secret that Billy was possessive. Eddie didn’t seem appalled by the idea - though he was definitely shocked - so she considered it to be a good sign, even more so that he was confirming with Billy.

Billy shrugs, simply. “Just so long as you both know that I’m calling the shots.” He tilts his head, not threateningly, but authoritative nonetheless. “If you do something I don’t like, you’re done.” There’s no room for discussion in Billy’s tone. Eddie narrows his eyes for a beat, but he concedes, nodding his head in agreement. “As long as my pretty girl gets what she wants, I’m happy.” She smiles up at him, which he mirrors.

Eddie’s eyes flit up to the ceiling before meeting hers, clearly contemplating something. “You don’t want me to do anything with Hargrove, right? Just you?” There was no disgust in his tone, no contempt. It was more like he was clarifying. Interesting. She would have to keep that in mind.

Once again, Billy beats her to it. “Like you wouldn’t want a taste, Munson.” His smirk is large and uncontained, pleased with his comeback.

Even she parts her mouth in surprise, but Eddie practically glows with embarrasment. His cheeks burn with a shade of red that the next trailer over could see. She fights to hold in a giggle, not wanting to embarass him further. At the same time, she couldn’t deny the heat seeping between her thighs at the way Eddie responded to Billy. If Billy wanted control, he certainly had it. She would definitely have to keep this in mind if there was going to be a next time.

She decides to spare Eddie any more embarassment. “Sooo.” She pauses, searching his eyes. “Do you want to give it a go?”

His bottom lip finds its way between his teeth as he looks between her and Billy. His cheeks lose their reddish tint, yet his eyes gain a shining curiosity, an almost guarded intrigue. “If you’re serious about it, I can’t say I wouldn’t be interested.” He smirks then, testing the waters.

She looks up at Billy, gauging his reaction. It was one thing to just discuss the idea of having a threesome, it was another to actually go through with it. But there was no flex of his jaw, no narrowing of his eyes, no usual marker of his annoyance. He simply turns to her, tilting his head slightly to show her the decision was up to her. She can’t stop the smile from spreading her lips.

Turning back to Eddie, she asks. “Now?”

His eyes widen slightly, but it’s quickly replaced with a large grin. His earlier uncertainty gone, replaced by his usual carefree confidence. He leans back in his seat, arms stretching out on the arm rests, legs spreading as he gets comfortable. He shifts his brown eyes from her to Billy, flashing him a cocky smirk. “Your lead, Hargrove.”

Billy just smirks in return, barely looking at Eddie before turning to her. His hand finds her cheek, fingers dancing along her jaw as he pulls her to him. He tilts his head to find the best purchase against her lips, knowing how they fit together after so long. As soon as she feels his lips against hers, she moans, feeling his smile against her lips. She was always so needy for him, and she knows how much he loves it.

She repeatedly pecks his lips, reveling in his warmth, his lips soft against hers as they move together. His tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip at the same time that he tilts her head back the smallest amount, enough to completely devour her when she parts her lips. He swipes his tongue against hers, pressing against her with a dominating force. Her hands find their way into his hair, tugging and tangling as she loses herself against him.

She loved the feel of his tongue. Anywhere he wanted to use it, she let him, but her favorite was when she could feel his tongue search her own. He was warm, his tongue smooth and wide. With each flick of his tongue, each swipe against her own, she could feel her arousal pooling between her legs. Just his kisses would have her a moaning mess, and now was no exception. She completely forgets Eddie was watching them as she mewls into Billy’s mouth.

“Fuck…” Eddie’s curse causes Billy to pull back from her lips with a smirk.

“You taking notes, Munson?”

Her eyes flutter open, half lidded already. “Billy…” She practically whines his name, not wanting him to break the kiss. Her fingers tug his hair to bring him back, but he just gives her a peck before sliding his fingers under her jaw to turn her head in Eddie’s direction. Her lips part as she comes back into her body, seeing Eddie was in a state as well.

He wasn’t leaning back in his chair any longer. Instead he was leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, as if he wanted a closer look. His eyes jump from her eyes to her lips, where his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. She swore his eyes looked black with how dark they’d gotten. Billy’s face is still close to hers as he studies both of them, in complete control already with just one kiss.

“Want to see how needy she really is, Munson?” Billy’s voice is smooth, confident, alluring even. She squeezes her thighs together. His voice, his grip on her jaw, the way Eddie was practically drooling over them was enough to make her whine.

Eddie nods quickly, his hair falling against his face. “Y-yeah, I do.” Billy motions his head for Eddie to come over, not uttering a word.

Eddie immediately rises, coming to stand in front of them in two strides. He kneels before her, eyes shifting to Billy’s with a clear question of consent in his eyes before he touches her. She feels the nod of Billy’s head against her cheek, his hair tickling her with the movement.

The way Billy was even controlling Eddie was beyond her expectations. She figured Eddie would behave for the most part, but his quick submission surprised her completely. Was he so desperate for her he was willing to sacrifice his own ego just to touch her, or was there something more to it? Whatever it was, she didn’t want it to stop. Every look between the men, every submission from Eddie, every command from Billy made her pussy flutter.

Eddie’s hands trace up the outside of her thighs. She stares into his eyes, lips still parted at the sensation of it all. Eddie brings a hand to her hair, gripping it tightly as he brings his lips to hers, Billy’s hand still holding her jaw in place. Her eyes close as Eddie’s lips move against her own. His kiss wasn’t as hard as Billy’s, not as all consuming, but it was intense in its own way.

His tongue licks a vertical stripe over her lips, and she parts them, expecting his tongue to slip between them. But he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth, biting down with enough force to make her gasp. Her startled jerk back is halted by Billy’s hand, which squeezes her jaw to keep her in place. Eddie takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, flicking her tongue with his own. She moans as he explores her mouth. Billy’s intentional tilt of her head to that same level he had her earlier allows Eddie to go even deeper, making her cling to Eddie’s shirt.

“Such a needy slut, isn’t she?” Billy’s voice drips with desire, enough to make Eddie break the kiss. They both look at Billy through their lashes.

Eddie hums. “Such a desperate thing already.” He smirks. “I hate to imagine what she’s going to be like with both of our cocks in her face.” She whines at the thought, unable to stop it.

Billy smirks too, turning her face to his again to quickly lick her lips, bottom and top. “Why don’t we go find out?”

Eddie stands with a devilish grin, backing up to give them room to stand as well. Billy rises first, using his grip on her jaw to pull her to her feet as well. Her fingers find their way to Billy’s shirt, clinging to him as she searches for some sort of stability in her lusty state. With an open mouthed smile, Billy’s eyes explore her body before they linger on her clothed pussy. She fidgets her legs for some sort of friction as her arousal seeps through her athletic shorts.

“Christ, just from a couple of kisses?” His eyes shift back up to hers. Seeing her desperation makes his smile return. “You’re in for a long night, doll.” She watches as his eyes dart behind her to Eddie before he finally releases her jaw. Grabbing her hand, Billy drags her behind him to their bedroom. She turns to Eddie, holding out her hand for him to grab. When he does, he’s dragged along with her.

Once they’re in their bedroom, Billy pulls her to stand in front of him, causing her to drop Eddie’s hand. Billy rubs his thumb across her bottom lip. “Think you can use those pretty lips of yours for something other than kissing, or are you already too far gone to be of use?” The slight cruelty in his words just makes her whimper.

She quickly licks his thumb before kissing over it. “Wanna feel your fat cock on my tongue, Billy.”

He smirks, watching as she drops to her knees and starts tugging at his jeans. “Of course you do, pretty girl. Always such a slut for my cock.”

She hums as she pushes his jeans down just enough to let his cock spring free. Moaning at the sight, she wastes no time gripping his base and rising to drag her flattened tongue up his shaft. Billy’s fingers glide through her hair, gripping sharply as he releases a low groan at the contact. She repeats the motion, looking up at him through her lashes.

His lips were parted and his brows furrowed as he watched her. His chest was already heaving. He may tease her for giving into him so easily, but he was just as bad. She kisses his tip a few times before sucking it in her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the tip first, she then takes in more of his length. Hollowing her cheeks, she starts bobbing her head. His fingers tighten in her hair as he moans.

As she works on Billy - bobbing her head, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing her fingers along his balls - her eyes fall on Eddie as he walks behind Billy. He comes to stand on her left, watching them intently. Her eyes trace his body before landing on his hardened length, visible through his black jeans. Saliva pools in her mouth, dripping down Billy’s cock and onto her fingers by his balls. Eddie looked big even through his pants.

“Fuck, she’s a messy little thing.” Eddie sounds mesmerized.

Billy’s chuckle is breathy. “And she fucking loves it, don’t you, doll?”

She moans around him in response, not wanting to pull off of him for a second. Billy thrusts deeper into her throat in response, making her gag. She blinks away her tears as she keeps up her pace. Her eyes dart back to Eddie to see he’s started palming himself through his jeans. Her other hand finds Billy’s shirt, tugging as she watches Eddie touch himself. With each movement of his hand on his length, she bobs her head against Billy.

Billy must take note because he chuckles again. “What, one cock isn’t enough for you? You’re such a slut, you need two?”

She moans an “mhmm” around Billy’s length, not taking her eyes off Eddie’s hand. But Billy isn’t satisfied with that. Pulling her back by her hair, he takes himself out of her mouth with a pop. Gripping his cock, he slaps the tip against her lips. “Can you use your words, pretty girl?”

She tears her eyes from Eddie to look up at Billy. “Wanna see Eddie’s cock. I want him to touch himself while he watches us.”

Billy shoots a smirk at Eddie, turning to him briefly before looking down at her again. “Well that’s up to Munson if he wants to do that, pretty girl.”

The sound of a zipper tears her eyes away from Billy’s. “I couldn’t deny you your wish, doll baby. If you want to see my cock while you blow Hargrove, you can.” She barely registers his words as she watches him pull himself out of his jeans. He spits into his hand before swiping his thumb across his tip. He grips himself and pushes his hand down his length slowly, a groan escaping his lips in the process.

Billy’s voice hits her ears. “Open.” He smacks his cock against her lips again.

Without moving her eyes from Eddie, she complies, parting her lips to allow Billy to thrust his length between them again. She matches Eddie’s pace, moaning around Billy once they get into a rhythm. She was dripping inside of her shorts at this point, clenching around nothing, pulsing as she needed contact. Her fingers tighten on Billy’s shirt as she bobs her head.

Silence settles over the three of them as Eddie jerks himself and she blows Billy. Soon enough, Eddie quickens his pace, which she mirrors. She’s drooling around Billy, her spit hitting his thighs, sticking to her chin. His breath is loud, her mouth sloppy around him, but it was hard to focus on anything else when Eddie’s moans hit her ears. Low and deep, they make her whimper. Her body was hot, and she could feel the familiar knot in her stomach growing with each passing second. She pulls back from Billy, looking up at him.

“Wanna touch Eddie’s cock, Billy. Can I?” She kisses his tip.

He smooths out her hair as he looks down at her. “What do you say, pretty girl?”

“Please, Billy.” She swipes her tongue along his slit, making him shiver.

“Go ahead, angel.”

She reaches for Eddie, and he moves to meet her. Her lips wrap around Billy again as her hand slides down Eddie’s length. His dick was soft and warm, thick and solid in her hand. She moans around Billy at the feeling of it in her hand. She matches her pace for both men, and they both groan at the sensation. Her eyes flutter as she allows herself to enjoy pleasing these two stunning men in front of her.

Eddie’s fingers tangle in her hair, pushing her further down Billy’s cock and making her eyes shoot open. She looks up at him, seeing he’s biting his lip. When her thumb swipes over his slit, he hisses, and she moans again. Billy’s head falls back.

“Fuck…” His hand wraps around her jaw again as he had done earlier. “Why don’t you show Munson how fucking good these pretty lips feel wrapped around a big cock?” She looks up at him with big eyes, whining as he pulls his cock from her mouth. “Go on.”

She shifts her position to kneel in front of Eddie now, looking up at him as she grips him. Her tongue darts out to lick a quick stripe over his slit, which makes him moan immediately. She drops her head lower to lick a flat line from his balls, up his shaft, and to his tip.

“Christ, baby.” He practically breathes out the words, hands gripping her hair to hold her close.

She repeats the motion a few times before taking him in her mouth. As she had done with Billy, she takes Eddie inch by inch, hollowing her cheeks and flattening her tongue along the underside of his shaft. Bobbing her head, she watches as Eddie closes his eyes, moaning and letting his head drop back. She mewls against him before reaching for Billy, taking his length in her hand and stroking him.

Her eyes jump between the men as she pleasures them. She can’t help the whines that escape her as she watches Eddie practically pant, his grip so tight in her hair that it’s starting to sting, while Billy’s eye contact was as intense as always. His eyes never leave her as he watches her take Eddie’s cock between her lips. He’s breathing heavily too, but he’s smiling with an open mouth, enjoying the show.

Eddie lets her bob against his cock for a few more strokes before he’s pulling out of her. “As good as your mouth feels, I need to know what you taste like, doll baby.” He turns to Billy. “I bet she’s got the sweetest pussy.”

Billy smirks, bringing his hand to the back of her head. Gripping tightly, he pulls her from the floor, moving to stand behind her. His fingers find the waist band of her shorts, pushing them down her legs to leave her bare from the waist down. Eddie’s breath hitches at the sight. Billy leans over her shoulder, head next to hers as he looks at Eddie.

“Oh, she’s a fucking angel, Munson.” His hand snakes down her front, tracing between her breasts and down her stomach before slipping between her folds. Her eyes flutter, but she fights to keep them open, not wanting to miss the look on Eddie’s face - an almost pained, hungry look. “She’s not just sweet; she’s fucking heavenly.” She whines when his fingers brush her clit, but they dip lower, circling her entrance before two fingers push inside. She gasps, her hands reaching out to tightly grip Eddie’s shirt. He exhales sharply. Billy’s fingers pump in her twice before he removes them. She can hear his smirk as he speaks. “Here. See for yourself.”

She stands in a trance as Billy lifts his fingers to Eddie’s mouth. Eyes never leaving Billy’s, Eddie parts his lips. Billy feathers his fingers over his bottom lip ever so lightly before slipping them past. Eddie wastes no time closing his lips over his fingers. She can see his jaw work as he sucks against Billy’s fingers, and Eddie moans. He fucking moans, and it nearly sends her into orbit. Her lips fall open, but no sound comes out. The sight in front of her goes straight to her core, and she feels herself throbbing.

Billy pulls his fingers from Eddie’s mouth, but before they can say anything, he pushes her head to Eddie’s, connecting their lips yet again. As soon as his tongue moves against hers, she moans, tasting herself. Eddie grips her ass, pulling her against him. She feels his cock against her stomach, feeling it twitch from the contact. They kiss deeply, messily, fingers in each other’s hair, whimpers falling into each other’s mouths.

She barely registers the feel of Billy undressing behind her, too lost in Eddie’s mouth, his touch. When Billy presses against her back, she can feel the warmth of his naked body, and when his lips press against her neck, she moans. After pushing Eddie’s jeans down the rest of the way, she lifts his shirt, breaking the kiss to help him remove it. He kisses her again before helping her remove her shirt. He inhales his breath at the sight of her breasts pushed up in her bra.

“So fucking pretty.” His mouth makes contact with her skin again, kissing her neck on the opposite side of Billy. Her moan stutters past her lips, the feel of both of their plump lips against her skin making her clench around nothing again. Her arousal was now dripping down her thighs. She had never felt so aroused, so wet, in her life. Billy always pleased her so perfectly, but adding Eddie into the mix was an entirely new experience. Her core felt like it was actually aching, needing attention in a desperate way she had never experienced.

Billy’s fingers grasp her bra, unhooking the clamps. He shifts the straps from her shoulders, letting the bra fall to the floor and exposing her completely for them. Eddie curses, bringing his hands up to her breasts. Her head falls back against Billy as Eddie kneads her breasts. As Billy kisses her neck, Eddie brings his lips to her nipple. Swiping his tongue over the hardened bud, he sucks it into his mouth. When his teeth scrape over it, she gasps, reaching for him and digging her nails into his shoulder.

As Eddie shows attention to her other nipple, Billy kisses under her ear, his tongue licking along a tendon in her neck. She moans filthily. Her other hand comes to rest in Billy’s hair, her fingers entwining with his curls. Eddie starts sucking against her breasts at the same time that Billy marks her neck. Her breath hitches.

Billy brushes his fingers along the outside of her thigh, shifting forward to trail them along the inside. When his fingers become wet with her arousal, he chuckles against her neck.

“I’m not even near your pussy, and you’re already soaking my fingers, pretty girl.”

Eddie tears his mouth from her chest, leaning back to look down at the sight. “Christ, baby. Is all that for us?”

She bites her bottom lip as she nods, her breath stuttering as she goes to speak. “Please. Need more. Need to feel you both.” She gasps as Billy brushes against her folds with a hum. “P-please.”

Billy kisses her neck before biting it gently. “Well since you’ve asked us so nicely, angel, come sit on the bed. I’ll let Munson play with you first.”

She whimpers. Whether it was from his words or from the lack of his warmth as he steps away from her, she wasn’t sure. Eddie grins, teeth on display as he realizes what’s about to happen. Billy walks to sit on the bed, close to the edge, before holding a hand out to her. She tears her eyes from Eddie as she joins Billy, grabbing his hand and letting him direct her where he wants her. She ends up sitting in his lap, leaning against him. His hands slip under her thighs to pull them up and out, where he holds them. She watches as Eddie’s eyes trail down her body and stop on her now exposed core. His throat bobs with his swallow.

“Are you going to stare at her, or are you going to give my girl what she wants, Munson?” Though she can’t see him, she knows Billy’s eyes linger on Eddie, but Eddie’s don’t move from her pussy.

“Eddie…” She inhales sharply. “Wanna feel your mouth, please.”

Billy’s fingers slide lower toward her core, tracing from her entrance to her clit. She whines at the contact, needing more. He continues the path of his fingers, moving to the right to open her lips and expose her even more for Eddie.

He curses under his breath before dropping to his knees, practically crawling to kneel in front of her. Billy moves his hand out of the way, placing it in its earlier position along her thigh. Eddie wastes no time, kissing the top of her pussy and making her whine. His large eyes flit up to hers as he sticks out his tongue, flattening it before dragging it across her core, bottom to top. Her jaw goes slack, eyes nearly crossing from the contact she’s been so desperate for. He repeats the motion, humming this time, the vibration along his tongue making her legs shake.

Then, his lips wrap around her clit and suck. Her head falls back against Billy as a loud moan leaves her lips. He hums, kissing her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her lips. She turns to him, allowing him to devour her lips. When his tongue meets hers, she moans into his mouth. Eddie shakes his head against her core, lapping at her feverishly now, and she stutters against Billy, flinging her hand into his hair.

She loved Billy’s tongue, and Eddie’s was nearly just as perfect. She swore when he flattened it he could lick every inch of her core. They had her shaking, already embarrassingly close to her release. She releases whine after whine into Billy’s mouth, but when he pulls her legs closer to her chest, giving Eddie even more room to please her, she cries out. Billy bites her lip with a smile before letting it snap back.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Is it too much?” Billy’s tone was condescending, but it just makes her pulse around Eddie’s tongue. He must have felt it because he smiles.

“Fuck, she likes to be talked to like a little whore, doesn’t she?” He kisses her clit before giving it a lick.

“Eddie, please.” She whines, not wanting to be teased after waiting so long.

“What’s wrong, doll baby? Want me to stop?” Eddie’s tone is somehow even more condescending than Billy’s, which makes her eyes flutter. He hovers over her core, breath hot against her.

“No, please. I need more.” With her hand still in Billy’s hair, she turns to him, pleading with him now. “More, Billy.”

He was used to her little half formed pleas, knowing what she wanted. Holding her gaze he drops his fingers to her core again, moving directly to her entrance. Circling his fingers against her entrance, he hums.

“Is this what you want? My fingers while Munson licks your pretty pussy?” His mouth hangs open when he finishes speaking, head slightly tilted back as he watches her intently.

She nods quickly, choking out a “Yes, Billy!” He dips his fingers between her walls, testing two to just the first knuckle before pushing them deeper. Her eyes roll back as a soft moan leaves her lips - a moan that grows louder when Eddie attaches himself to her clit again. Billy kisses her neck, chuckling softly.

“Needy fucking girl.” Eddie hums in agreement, and she gasps from the vibrations. When he notices how her chest heaves, Billy continues. “Why don’t you tell him why you wanted this, doll.”

Eddie pulls away from her again to look up at them, but Billy doesn’t stop pumping his fingers in and out of her walls. She was so wet, she could hear each push and pull of his fingers. Eddie’s chin glistens with her arousal, his lips shiny as well. He grins.

“I would love to know how you convinced Hargrove to let me between these perfect fucking legs.” He drags his tongue along her clit again, holding her gaze. She bites her lip with a whine. The knot in her stomach was tight, and it was getting hotter by the second.

“Go on, baby.” Billy kisses her neck. “Tell him.” He starts kissing a line along her neck, his fingers curling inside her, hitting the spongy spot that made her toes curl. Eddie starts lapping at her clit again, alternating between wide licks and quick sucks.

“Ever since we moved to Forest Hills, I’ve been so curious about you.” She inhales sharply as Billy sucks her skin under her ear. “So I started paying more attention to you, seeing when you left the trailer, convincing Billy to talk to you, for us all to hangout.” Billy quickens his fingers, and she moans lewdly. “And I started noticing how similar the two of you are. Not just your taste in music, but the way you put your lips around your beer cans, how your hair falls against your necks, how your cocks bulge against your tight jeans when you sit.” Eddie moans against her clit, making her curse.

“And I started imagining what it would be like to have both of you at the same time.” Billy’s lips move to a new spot, sucking harshly against her skin and making her gasp. “What your hands would feel like on my body, your mouths on my skin, your eyes covering every inch of my body.” As Eddie quickens his pace against her clit, she starts to feel the heat in her stomach shifting lower and lower. She was panting now. “I needed to know, so I convinced Billy. I- fuck.” Her legs shake as Eddie spreads her lips before shaking his head against her clit. With her pussy exposed even more, Billy felt impossibly deeper.

“I needed to feel you both, like this. Needed- yes!” She could feel the knot snapping, her eyes rolling back as she starts unraveling. “you both inside me. Oh, god, oh my-” Her words stop as her orgasm sears through her body. She cries out, legs shaking in Billy’s grip. Eddie holds her open as she gushes around him, Billy’s fingers pumping her pussy only contributing to the juices.

She quickly becomes overstimulated, Eddie’s tongue, Billy’s fingers and his open mouthed kisses on her neck becoming too much. Her loud moans turn into whines as she comes down from the intensity of her orgasm. Billy’s fingers slow, pulling out of her gently. He brings them to his lips, cleaning her arousal from them. Eddie takes the opportunity to clean her up, swiping his tongue from her entrance to her clit with wide motions. When he was satisfied, he pulls back, grinning again.

“Fucking perfect, doll baby.” Eddie sits on his heels as he watches her chest heave. Billy kisses her jaw before whispering in her ear.

“Do you want to keep going, or do you need a break?”

She shakes her head. “Want you to keep going, Billy. Need more of you.” She reaches for Eddie, and he takes her hand, kissing her open palm. “Both of you.”

She feels Billy’s smirk against her ear. “Tell me what you need, angel.”

“Wanna feel your cock inside me, Billy.” Her hand was still in his hair, so she loosens her fingers, dragging her hand to cup his cheek. “Please.” He turns to her hand, kissing her palm as Eddie had done. Placing his hands against the underside of her thighs again, he adjusts her, pulling her closer to his chest and lifting her, slipping under her to grip his cock. Her eyes don’t leave his as he lines himself with her entrance.

They both exhale as he pushes the tip inside. Billy kisses her palm again before turning to kiss her jaw. He pulls her down, letting her sink down on his cock. He groans against her jaw, nose smushed against her cheek.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight after you come, pretty girl.”

She nods her head in a small motion before leaning into his touch. “So good, Billy. S’ full.” She clenches around him before he’s even fully inside her. He curses at the feeling, and he’s not the only one.

“Christ…” She lifts her eyes to Eddie’s to see he’s mesmerized by the sight of her taking in Billy’s cock. He licks his lips as he grips his cock and begins stroking it. She whines at the sight, drawing Billy’s attention.

“Mmm. Didn’t know you’d be into someone watching us. Might have to keep that in mind for another time.” He smirks. “Why don’t you show Munson how well you can take my cock, angel.”

Eddie moans at Billy’s words, and she flutters her eyes - both from Billy’s words and Eddie’s moan. She lets herself sink lower on Billy’s cock until she’s taken all of him. She whines at how full she feels, her walls stretching around him to accomodate his size. Billy’s hands start to slacken on her thighs, so she shifts to plant her feet against his thighs, allowing her to control the pace. His thick thighs give her more than enough room to balance herself. She starts to slide up and down Billy’s length, taking him in again and again.

“Just like that, pretty girl.” Billy kisses her shoulder, hands finding her waist to keep her steady.

Eddie curses again, quickening his own strokes. She moans at the sight. Billy made her feel so full, and Eddie was giving her a show. Bouncing on Billy’s cock, she watches as Eddie’s eyes flick up to her breasts. He walks over to her, reaching out to grab them. She whines, watching as he strokes himself while touching her. Billy starts kissing her shoulder, biting and licking over it occasionally. Her eyes roll back as she bounces a little faster.

Eddie pinches one of her nipples, which makes her whimper. Then he drops his hand lower, swiping his thumb over her clit. She opens her eyes with a moan, finding he was already looking at her.

“Can I tell you something, doll baby?” His thumb starts circling her clit with a slow, gentle motion. Billy makes sure she keeps her pace, looking up at Eddie.

“Y-yes.” She stutters out.

“I’ve been paying attention to you too.” She feels Billy’s fingers tighten on her waist as Eddie speaks. “The way you put on that pretty lip gloss after you’ve had a night out with Hargrove, how it sticks to your cigarette, how Hargrove can’t keep his eyes off your lips when you have it on.” He rubs his thumb over his tip with a groan. “Now I know why. How good those fucking lips feel around me.” She whines, her lips parted.

Eddie leans in, connecting their lips. He moves his lips against hers, moaning. Her hands come up to cup his cheeks, one of them tangling in his messy curls. She lets his tongue slip past her lips, mewling as he dominates her tongue with his. Pulling back, he continues.

“But I can’t help but wonder how fucking divine it would feel to be buried inside your pretty pussy.” His thumb taps her clit, making her body shake with a whine.

Billy chuckles against her shoulder. “Would you like that, angel? Like for me to watch him fuck you?”

She moans lewdly at the idea. “Please, Billy.”

He doesn’t speak, just simply puts his hands under her thighs to lift her off. Pulling his cock out of her heat, he stands, making her stand as well. Eddie backs up to give them room, but as soon as Billy steps aside, his hands are on her. He kisses her again as his hands slide under her ass, lifting her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she lets him walk her back to the bed. Her back makes contact with the bed, Eddie falling on top of her, still kissing her deeply. In the process his cock swipes through her folds, making her moan. He hisses.

“Christ, is she always this fucking wet?” He turns his head to where Billy was now sitting to watch them, sitting on a chair across from the bed. She kisses a line up Eddie’s jaw.

“Soaking.” Billy’s voice is smooth, controlled, but she can hear the smirk in it. Her eyes look past Eddie to Billy, where he gives her a single nod of permission.

“C’mon, Eddie. Want you inside me. Let Billy watch us.” She kisses his jaw again, raking her nails down his back.

“Ah- shit. You don’t have to beg me, doll baby. You can feel how much I want to fuck you.” He rolls his hips against hers to emphasize his point. His cock was rock hard against her folds, making her moan.

He rolls his hips again, further back, letting his tip fall to her entrance. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she was spread enough he didn’t need to use his hands. With a single thrust, his cock pushes past her entrance and between her walls. He rolls his hips forward until he’s buried inside of her to the hilt. Her head falls back against the bed, a loud moan falling from her lips.

“Fucking shit baby. You’re so warm, and you’re already squeezing me so fucking well.” Eddie groans before setting an even pace with his thrusts. She grips his shoulders for stability as he pounds into her, looking up at him.

His brows were furrowed as he bit his lip, eyes on her chest as his sharp thrusts jolted her breasts, and his hair stuck to his neck from his sweat. Her pussy clenches as she takes in the sight of him, the all too familiar warmth seeping into her core. His eyes shoot to hers as he groans, and she can see the lust darkening his brown eyes. He brings a hand to her right breast, squeezing it before flicking her nipple. Her back arches, allowing him to thrust deeper.

“Eddie…” She tangles her fingers in his hair once more.

“Fuck, my name sounds good coming from those pretty lips of yours.” He smiles, breathing heavily.

She pulls him down to kiss him, swiping her tongue across his lips before darting past. She flicks his tongue with a lewd moan, exploring his mouth as he quickens his thrusts. The pleasure was starting to becoming all consuming, making her entire body hot with need. She could feel Billy’s eyes lingering on her body, contributing to the white hot heat coursing under her skin. She bites Eddie’s lip before kissing his jaw, and he curses, hips snapping into hers.

She grips his hair with both hands, moving it off his neck to leave him more exposed. Holding his messy curls in a makeshift bun, she drags her lips across his skin, kissing and nibbling the length of his neck. He had a pretty neck, thick with prominent veins. She had imagined kissing them several times, so she wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity to do so. Licking a bulging vein, she presses her lips on the spot under his ear, sucking hard. Eddie’s breath hitches.

“Christ, you’re driving me crazy, baby.”

With one hand still on her breast, tweaking her nipple, the other finds her thigh, pushing her leg forward, closer to her chest. She moans against him at the new angle before continuing to kiss his neck. Her eyes shift over to Billy, finding a sinful sight.

His legs were spread as he stroked his cock. She could see his thighs flex, the sight nearly making her drool. He was stroking himself with a tight, fast grip, thumb swiping over his tip sporadically. He was watching them with a breath catching intensity. She felt her pussy flutter around Eddie’s cock under the weight of Billy’s eyes, which made Eddie moan. His lips were set normally, but she could see the hidden tension with each flex of his jaw. Her eyes follow a bead of sweat that trails down the side of his neck, falling to his pendant chain. She gasps when she realizes how he had occupied his other hand. Fingers entwined around the chain, he was gripping the pendant, his thumb covering the image of the Virgin Mary. She does drool at that sight.

With a loud moan and after a particularly sharp thrust from Eddie, she reaches her hand out for Billy. “Need to feel you again, Billy.” Eddie turns his head to Billy as well, and she swears she hears him whimper.

Billy smirks, continuing to guide his hand up and down his shaft. “Why’s that, doll? Is Munson not good enough?” His tone had that same condescending lull as earlier.

In response, Eddie thrusts into her quicker, harder. Her eyes roll back, the hand that wasn’t reaching for Billy tightening in Eddie’s hair. He groans as she pulls against it. Her body gets impossibly hotter, her pussy pulsing against Eddie’s cock. She knew her orgasm was approaching, but she wanted to hold off, wanted to release with Billy.

She shakes her head, screwing her eyes shut. “S’not that. He feels good.” She moans, unable to stop it. “Just wanna cum with you, Billy.”

“Is that right?”

She nods. “Please.” She whimpers, fighting the orgasm. “Need you to hurry.”

“Close to cumming already?” Her eyes shoot open, meeting his with a desperate plea. She stretches her fingers toward him again.

“Yes!” She cries out, actually cries, a choked sob escaping her. Eddie looks down at her then with a grin.

“Fuck, I’m doing this to you?” He keeps his pace, still quick, but he starts snapping his hips, pushing her leg further down. She releases another choked sob.

“Shit- yes!” Her back arches on instinct, letting Eddie impossibly deeper, hitting her sweet spot. Her heels dig into his ass to keep him close. Her body was giving in, knowing Eddie was about to give her what she so desperately wanted - no, needed - but her mind fought it off.

And Billy laughs - laughs at the state of her, recognizing all too well what was going on. He tilts his head, flashing her a smirk.

“Better fight it off.” Then he leans his head back against the chair, continuing to stroke himself with an ease and a control that was slipping from her with each of Eddie’s thrusts. “If you don’t, you won’t get my cum.”

She whines, her eyes welling up with tears, blurring Billy from her sight. Turning her head to Eddie, the tears fall. “Please, Eddie.” His brown eyes meet hers, heavy with desire, emotions pooling.

“Don’t fucking stop, Munson. Make her fight for what she wants.” Billy commands them both. Eddie closes his eyes, groaning as he continues to snap his hips into hers.

Her body was burning now. The only thing stopping her orgasm was her own resolve. The band in her stomach was so low, so tight, threatening to snap at any moment. She clung to Eddie, fingers tugging his hair, legs holding him so close he couldn’t back away from her if he tried, her chest flush against his as she heaved, panting against him. Her fingers still reached for Billy, trembling, but still outstretched.

When her eyes continue to leak, her tears the only thing she was allowing her body to release, Eddie stutters his hips, lessening the sharpness of his thrusts, but not stopping completely.

“What if I wanted to cum in her mouth?” He turns his head to Billy again, biting his lip.

Billy smiles cruely, tutting. “Aww, are you close too, pretty boy?” His hand never leaves his cock, still gripping tightly with each quick stroke.

This time she’s sure she hears Eddie’s whimper. The fact that Billy had the same effect on him as he did on her sent sparks through her body. More tears fall from her eyes as she fights the intensity of the wave of pleasure that courses through her. She clenches around Eddie’s cock, and she feels him twitch inside of her.

“Y-yes, fuck.” He breathes out, body shaking.

“You can stop.” As soon as Billy finishes his command, Eddie pulls out of her, hitching his breath. Her arm falls to the bed, limp. He pulls her thighs off of him, standing quickly from the bed, like if he touched her in any way he would unravel then and there.

She gasps at the sudden lack of contact, loudly sucking air into her lungs. Another sob escapes her as the burning sensation in her body starts to subside, bringing relief with it. Her head turns to Billy once more to see he’s stopped stroking himself, but he smiles with a wicked intent behind his eyes.

“Lucky for you, angel, Munson’s going easy on you.” He stands then, grabbing her hand that was still laying in his direction. “But I won’t.” Even though her body is practically dead weight, he pulls her up by her arm, causing her to sit on the bed. His hands find her waist, gripping tightly before flipping her over. She lands on her stomach, hands on either side of her face. Moving to stand behind her at the edge of their bed, he tilts his head to Eddie.

“You can sit in front of her if you want her mouth again.” She hears him tsk. “But you better hurry cause I can’t promise she’ll last much longer.” She moans at his words, loving how confident Billy was in his handling of her body, his knowledge of her. He chuckles. “See?”

His hands find her waist again, pulling her up to her hands and knees. Eddie quickly moves to get on the bed in front of her. Her blown out eyes meet his, still filled with desire and a need for his own release. It looked like neither one of them would last long.

She feels the tip of Billy’s cock tease her entrance, making her whine. His fingers entwine in her hair. As he pushes her head forward to Eddie’s cock, he thrusts into her with one sharp, quick motion. She cries out, hands flying to Eddie’s thighs to keep herself from smashing against him. His other hand rubs a circle on her ass before spanking it harshly. She clenches around him from the impact.

“Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you, pretty girl?” Billy’s voice was laced with an arrogant honesty, knowing his words were true without needing her confirmation. But she gave it to him anyway.

“Yes, Billy!”

“Mmm. But you wanted two cocks tonight, didn’t you? So why don’t you show me how much of a whore you are, how much you want two cocks to fill you up?” Another smack to her ass makes her moan again. She takes Eddie’s cock in her mouth, licking the precum that had leaked out of his tip. Eddie’s head falls back, and he twitches in her mouth right away.

Billy thrusts roughly into her, his hips slapping against her ass, filling the room with the sound. He wasn’t just rough, he was quick too. She couldnt stop her moans around Eddie, making him moan as well. It was messy, rough, and delicious.

She could feel Eddie getting harder in her mouth, twitching every so often. His moans were constant, giving her an indication that he was close. She felt her own orgasm quickly approaching, building up to the same intensity. The band in her stomach was back, tighter than ever.

As for Billy, he had been so composed watching her and Eddie, he had been composed the whole encounter really, but now, she could feel him unraveling behind her too. He no longer hid his moans, his hands grip her waist with a tightness that was sure to leave an imprint. His hips snap against hers with such force she didn’t even need to bob her head around Eddie’s length. She could feel how hard he was inside of her as he thrust into her.

She couldn’t control how deep she took Eddie or the sounds she was making. All she could focus on was Billy and how fucking good he was making her feel. When she gags around Eddie, he groans, hand flying to her hair.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

Billy thrusts into her with more force, making her take Eddie even deeper. She watches as Eddie’s eyes leave hers, looking over her to Billy. His jaw goes slack, eyes darkening even more.

“Is that what you wanted, Munson?” Another rough thrust makes her gag around him again, and Eddie stutters.

“Y-yes, Christ, fuck.” He twitches in her mouth, and then he’s cumming with a loud moan. He pulls himself from her mouth quickly, and she sticks her tongue out to catch his thick ropes of cum. Most of it lands on her tongue, but his movements direct some to her chin and her cheek as well. He pants as he comes down from his high, slouching against the pillows behind him.

Billy tightens his grip in her hair, pulling her up, her back flush against his chest, his hips maintaining their rough pace. “Let me see.”

She keeps her eyes on Eddie, but turns her head to the side for Billy. Opening her mouth, she sticks out her tongue, Eddie’s cum still gathered in the center.

“Good fucking girl.” His other hand snakes around her front to squeeze her breast. Her eyes roll back, tongue still out. “Now swallow.” Eddie sits up then, gripping her waist to watch her. She does as Billy asks, bringing her tongue back in her mouth, pushing it against the roof of her mouth, and swallowing, feeling Eddie’s cum slide down her throat.

Eddie curses, tracing the bob of her throat before he leans in, licking the rest of his cum from her face. His tongue cleans her chin, her cheek, and her lip of what she couldn’t get before he kisses her again, tongue first. She moans into it, her hands finding their grip in his hair again.

“Shit.” Billy’s the one to curse now, continuing to let his cool resolve slip. He kisses her shoulder as he continues to thrust into her. His fingers pinch her nipple and tug at her hair. She moans filthily into Eddie’s mouth.

The band in her stomach was shaking, Billy hitting her g-spot in an almost painful way, but the pain didn’t come close to the pleasure she was feeling. Her body was hot again, her hair sticking to her neck. Her vision was going white at the edges, and her moans were a pitch higher than usual. She was completely consumed by the two men she was kneeling between.

As Eddie continues to kiss her, he brushes his fingers through her folds, accidentally feathering them over Billy’s cock, which made Billy’s breath hitch, before finding her clit. He rubs quick, rough circles against it. One of her hands stays in his hair, but the other falls to his neck, digging her nails in the side.

“Oh god- please, please don’t stop.”

Billy bites her shoulder before sucking on a spot that he had already left a hickey on. She inhales a quick breath from the momentary pain, pleasure once again replacing it. His thrusts were rough, sloppy, and she could tell he was close too. Another flick of her nipple made her legs shake. His cock felt so thick inside of her, Eddie’s fingers on her clit making her pant. Her body was so tense with the need to cum, searing hot with effort.

“Billy, please, need-” He interupts her.

“I’m with you, fuck.” He moans, loud, croaky. “Cum for me.” He pulls her head back against him, biting the side of her neck.

Her vision goes white before she finally lets the band snap. She’s not sure if she makes any sound, completely consumed by the orgasm taking over her body. She barely feels their touch against her as her orgasm makes her body feel light. Yet at the same time, the band snaps with such an intensity that she feels every gush from her core, every pulse. She also feels the streams of cum from Billy hitting her walls, contributing to the mess she was making between her legs.

As she comes back down, she feels their hands on her again, hears their voices. Billy was groaning low against her skin, his lips pressed open on her shoulder. His fingers were still in her hair, her head still against him, tilted into his neck. His other hand had relaxed against her breast, simply holding it now. She still had a hand in Eddie’s hair, her grip so tight, his head was at an awkward angle where she had pulled it. Her other hand had also shifted to grab Billy, her nails firmly dug into his thigh. Eddie’s voice hits her ears.

“Holy fuck, she gushed everywhere, dude!” He was grinning, looking down at his hand that was slipping from her folds. She shivered and whined at the feeling. “Is that normal? Has she done that before?” He looks at her and then Billy.

“Huh?” Her voice comes out quiet, hoarse. She must have really yelled when she came. She didn’t know why else her voice would sound like that.

Billy hums, lifting his head from her shoulder. “What, squirted? No, that was a first.” He chuckles, weakly then, spent.

What? She lifts her head then, looking down between her and Eddie. His hand was soaked, dripping even, both of their thighs were wet, and the blankets under them were soaked. That explains the intensity of her orgasm. Holding it off for so long must have unlocked a new plane within her.

Billy notices her confusion, chuckling again. “Didn’t know you did that, huh?” She shakes her head. “Well take it all in, doll. Or should I say soak it all in?” He chuckles quickly. “You made this mess.” He kisses her cheek then. “I’ll go get some towels.” He pulls out of her slowly, both of them hissing at the loss of contact. Billy’s cum mixes with her arousal and drips down her thighs as he walks into their bathroom.

“Did you enjoy that?” She looks up at Eddie as he brings his fingers to his lips, licking her arousal clean.

She can’t help but smile before she nods. “Yeah, that was unreal. Completely took me out of my body.” She shakes her head a bit as she tries to process it all.

Billy comes back in then. He tosses a towel to Eddie before laying another one between them on the bed. With the third, he starts cleaning her up. He must have already cleaned himself. He drags the towel up either side of her thighs, wiping the front of them as well, before he gently swipes the towel across her center. She whimpers, but he shushes her.

“You’re okay, pretty girl. Just gotta get you clean.” He kisses her shoulder again, looking her over to make sure he’s wiped away their mess.

For all of his hard exterior and sharp words, Billy was the best at aftercare. He always provided for her, took care of her, made sure she had what she needed. It was one of the reasons their sex was so good. He took care of her in the way she needed to maintain their rigorous activities.

When he was satisfied, he moves to get her some fresh clothes. He gives her one of his band tees, a Metallica one, and a pair of loose shorts that tie at the waist. He helps her slide the shirt over her torso before helping her off the bed, letting her put her hands on his shoulders to balance herself as he holds the shorts for her to step in. Making sure she was steady first, he leaves her to tie the waistband as he gets dressed himself. Eddie had also gotten dressed again.

As soon as Billy was clothed once more, he turns to her. “Want to watch a movie, doll?” She nods, reaching for his hand. As he takes it, he turns to Eddie. “You can stay and join us if you want, Munson.” Eddie nods, smiling between them. Billy leads them away, and she turns to offer her hand to Eddie, letting him take it as they follow after Billy, mirroring their earlier movement into the bedroom.

They make quick work of finding a movie they would all enjoy, cuddling on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. She sits in the middle, draping her legs over Eddie’s lap while she leans against Billy. She holds the bowl in her lap, so the men have to reach over her to get a handful.

Eddie rests his arms on her legs, rubbing gentle circles against her thigh, while Billy wraps an arm around her waist to hold her close, the other resting on her hip near Eddie. It was a comfortable, natural position for the three of them, as if they had done this for ages. All three of them were smiles and giggles as they watched the movie, munching on their popcorn, on a high from their intimacy.

As the movie played, they all knew without having to say it that this wouldn’t be the only time they were together in this way.

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Lo and behold, here Billy is, sweats bunched up on his calves, legs spread wide on the sofa as he powers through a package of raw ground beef. Blood and all. Not even warmed up, just straight from the refrigerator like a lunatic. Eddie’s just glad he gave it a little bit of time to thaw.

There’s something absolutely heinous about having to listen to the sharp crunch of frozen meat being gnashed between teeth.

Eddie doesn’t sit on the couch for fear of making Billy more irritable than he already is, so he settles for standing next to it. Tilts his head to the side as he watches the blond tear open a new package.

“Want me to run you a bath? I can sprinkle some epsom salts in like last time,” Eddie offers.

As if only just now becoming aware of his presence, Billy turns his upper body away. Shields his food like Eddie is interested in eating uncooked cow.

If anything, Eddie’s more interested in the thick vein running up the curve of his throat.

“We got any ice?” Billy asks through a full mouth.

“You can’t take an ice bath, babe.” When Billy just stares at him, Eddie sighs and spreads a soft smile. “You have a fever. You’re supposed to take a lukewarm bath to get your temperature down, cold water will just make it worse.”

The words don’t seem to sink in, so Eddie just shakes his head after a moment.

“I’m hot,” Billy insists.

“Mhm, and it’ll feel cold, I promise.”

They share a beat of eye contact before Billy finally nods. Eddie heads to the bathroom and turns the faucet on, making sure to get the temperature just right before he plugs the drain.

Before they started sharing an apartment, he never really envisioned himself doing things like this. Even for his partner.

He does shit like filling a cup with hot water from the sink just to let the epsom salt dissolve before he adds the mix to the tub, simply because he knows Billy doesn’t like how scratchy it feels against his skin.

It’s not just during times like this that he finds himself doing acts of service for his boyfriend; he often washes his hair when they shower together, gives him massages, and feeds him — literally feeds him — which is something that they discovered early on that makes Billy feel safe and comfortable.

Of course, when he isn’t choking down stuff like raw meat.

They reason that it only makes sense, given that Billy often acts as a source of nourishment for Eddie, that he returns the favor. Especially when Eddie gets to see how happy and content Billy looks at mealtimes.

By the time the bathtub is sufficiently filled, Billy has finished his meal, and has the decency to brush his teeth and wash his hands before he climbs out of his clothes and settles into the tub. He shivers when he reclines back and Eddie chuckles, rolling his sleeves up and leaning against the edge of the tub so he can dunk a washcloth beneath the water.

“Too cold?” Eddie asks. Billy clenches his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering and shakes his head. “It’s actually a little warmer than I meant for it to be. Imagine if you had ice cubes touching you right now.”

Billy doesn’t have the chance to be grumpy about being wrong before Eddie brings the wash cloth up to his shoulder. Squeezes the water out over his steaming skin and nearly makes him recoil.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“Shhh, just let me take the heat out. You’ll feel better in a minute, I promise.”

Billy glares at him. Eddie dunks the cloth again and leans forward to press a kiss to the blond’s temple. It isn’t long before he’s accustomed to the temperature, slouching further down and relaxing while Eddie dries his hands.

“Gonna let you soak for a bit, okay, baby?” Eddie says. Hums to himself when he’s ignored. “I’ll be back in a few.”

He lingers for a moment, studying Billy’s face. It’s almost like he’s asleep, save for how his brows are pinched together. Eddie cracks the door behind him when he leaves the bathroom.

Going into this, he knew it would be difficult — Billy loves hard and has intense emotions, but he’s worth it. Worth every fucking minute that Eddie spends soothing his tantrums or keeping his snapping jaws from biting down too hard.

All in all, he enjoys it.

“Eddie,” Billy whines.

It’s quiet. Eddie almost doesn’t hear it, but he smiles as he pads back into the bathroom.

“Hmm?”

Just over the rim of the tub, all Eddie can see is a watery set of eyes. His heart aches for a moment at the sight.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you,” Billy murmurs. There’s a gentle splash as he shifts in the water, lolling his head back against the edge of the tub, permitting a tear to roll down his cheek. “I don’t feel good…”

“I know. It’s okay.” Eddie pads across the bathroom and kneels against the tile, reaching out to brush Billy’s curls away from his face with his fingers, scratching gently at his scalp. “You’re still hungry, huh?”

Billy closes his eyes, chin trembling as he nods.

“I hate this,” he rasps.

Pulls in a long, calming breath while Eddie continuously lets over his hair and shushes him. When the tension begins to bleed out of his expression, Eddie cups his free hand in the water and gently splashes it over his lover’s chest and shoulders.

“How ‘bout burgers? Does that sound good right now?” he croons.“With extra fries?”

He smiles when Billy hums and nudges into his palm.

“Your hand feels like magic…”

“Yeah?” Eddie chuckles. He settles his free hand against Billy’s sternum, watching as his skin pricks with little goosebumps from the contact, and provokes a shiver. “Wanna cuddle after you dry off? Might not help bring your fever down, but—“

“Naked?”

Now, the blond’s eyes peek open, and Eddie can’t help that he grins at the earnest look on his face. Like his wildest dream is to press as close to Eddie’s cold, corpse-like body as he can.

Given the circumstances, he’s not too surprised.

“Promise to be sweet to me for the rest of the day?”

Briefly, Billy looks like he might cry again.

“I promise.”

Eddie hums a laugh as he leans in to press a kiss to his temple, rubbing a circle into his chest where his hand still rests.

“In your fucking dreams.” He growls but you know damn well that’s exactly what he wants.

Barry and Jeff’s eyes widen from across the room, knowing exactly where this was headed. Gareth had handed over his drumsticks to you temporarily while he nursed a broken wrist, and despite Eddie’s protest here you were.

It always started this way, bickering before every show throwing insults at each other desperate to bruise the others' ego before hitting the stage. Creating a tension so thick it could only ever end one way once the adrenaline started coursing through your veins.

With purple and green bruises painted across your kneecaps and a slight limp in your walk from the last time you ran your mouth, you were ready to take no prisoners tonight. Especially when he stepped off the stage looking like that.

His tattooed skin glowed with a sheen of sweat under the lights in the back, his sleeveless white Iron Maiden shirt clung to what seemed like every muscle flexing underneath. Your eyes following the salty droplets falling from his bangs, you hate that you want to catch them with your tongue.

“You were off on the count down tonight.” Eddie’s critique sends rage down your spine as he brushes past you to high five Jeff. The temporary haze his body had you in quickly fading.

“I wasn’t off on dick, you came in too early.” Quick to snap back, you try to ignore the bulge growing in his pants. He was picking a fight on purpose. The menacing glint in his chocolate eyes gave himself away the moment they connected with yours.

“Sweetheart, I think you and I both know I don’t come early.” The cocky grin that spreads big across his face makes your hands twitch, fingers wrapping tightly around your drum sticks you will yourself not to chuck one at him. His face starting to look more and more like an easy shot when he throws you a wink.

Snorting loudly, you don’t give him the satisfaction. Your reaction only making it worse, as he narrows his eyes at you, shooting daggers at your knowing smirk. Insulting his sexual performance in front of his friends was always the quickest way to get under his skin.

“No shame in coming early Eddie, at least one of us gets too.” Your eyes catch the women’s restroom as you near the end of the hall. Flipping him the double bird, you push the bathroom door open with your back making sure to throw him the nastiest look you could muster before disappearing from his view. The boys “ohhh’s” filling your chest with pride at your victory.

Taking a shaking breath, you curse the amount of slick already ruining your underwear. Thighs pressing together in search for friction when you think about the way you just made his jaw clench. Thankful that the two stalls in the bathroom were empty, you set your drum sticks down on top of the soap dispenser before running a stream of cold water for yourself. Splashing some against your chest and neck it’s almost enough to calm the fire Eddie set ablaze inside of you.

The loud creak of the door opening snaps your head up, eyes watching from the mirror the sound of the lock clicking into place is followed by heavy footsteps. His heavy footsteps.

Rounding the corner Eddie Munson looked like he wanted to eat you alive.

“Real funny joke back there.” Big black boots stopping a few feet away from you, he crosses his arms over his chest before leaning against the wall. “Like I don’t make you cum screaming my name every other night.”

“Oh fuck off.” Rolling your eyes at him through the reflection you shut the water off, turning around to face him you make sure to mimic his stance pushing up your tits in the process. Plush lips twitching, he was onto you.

“I think you love saying my name actually.” Tapping a ringed finger on his full lower lip he pushes himself off the wall. Long legs making it easy to close the little space that was between you. The tobacco, weed, and sweat that dripped from his pores only added to your mess.

Crowding your space, he cages you in with both hands gripping the sink behind you. Ducking his head down till his lips brush against the shell of your ear, you can’t stop the shudder that runs through your body when you feel him smile against it before continuing.

“I think you dream about all the different ways I make you say my name, I know I dream about all those pretty little noises that I get from you.” Nipping at your ear lobe, his new sweetness has your resolve starting to break already as your arms start to come undone. Hands finding a new home on the button of his jeans.

“But then you start actually talking and my dick goes soft.” Dimples poking through his cheeks he pulls back to catch your reaction, more than proud of himself for thinking he got the upper hand. He’d almost gotten you to fold already.

The sting of his words sink in at the same time you feel his growing erection press against the top of your thigh. Meeting his gaze, the smug look on his face quickly turns into confusion when you give him a Cheshire smile.

“This doesn’t feel very soft to me baby.” Cupping his junk he hisses when you give it a good squeeze, feeling it twitch under his zipper you knew he was lying through his teeth.

His hands leave their place on the sink to grab at your hips, bruising fingers digging into your soft flesh adding to the almond shaped clusters already there from the nights before. Regaining control you continue to palm him, his heavy breathing becoming music to your ears. Reaching up on your tippy toes it's your turn to press your lips to his ear, relishing in the way you make him shudder just the same.

“You know what I think Eddie?” Nudging your nose into the dampness of his curls you suck his earlobe in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks till he moans. His grip on you almost becomes painful.

Releasing it with a pop your fingers work at the button of his jeans stopping at the zipper when you don’t get an answer.

“I think the only reason you didn’t want me covering for Gareth is because of how bad you wanted to fuck me and you didn’t think I’d feel the same.” You’re not gentle when you pull the zipper down, almost feeling bad when Eddie sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck to hide the broken groan.

Stuffing your hand down his pants you’re quickly met with the stickiness of his precum that already covered the inside of his boxers. Smirking against his ear he wasn’t so tough hunched over you like this. Completely at the mercy of your hand as it wraps around the thick base of his shaft pulling him free from his confines with a quick pump.

“And now that I’ve fucked you.” Eddie’s blown out eyes watch you spit in your hand before wrapping it around his length again. Gliding across him with ease his hips meet your pump when your thumb swipes over his leaking tip. “You don’t know how to handle it cause you want me to be yours huh?”

Stroking him with purpose all you get is a nod a low whimper. Biting your lip you suppress your own moan seeing him like this.

Sinking down, your fishnet covered knees hit the ground in front of him. Ringed hands finding their way back to the sink as he looks down at you from between his arms. The warm chestnut in his eyes turned onyx, you had all the control right now.

Making a show of stroking his length with both hands, you look up at him from underneath the hood of your lashes making sure his eyes are on you before you take him in your eager mouth. You were gonna make him eat his words from earlier just for fun.

Flattening your tongue you lick a long stripe up the side humming in satisfaction when he twitches in your hand. Taking his tip between your lips, your tongue is greedy to lap up the pearly white liquid leaking from the top. Eyes rolling in the back of your head when the saltiness of it hits your taste buds, you take as much of him as you can into the heat of your mouth without warning.

“Holy fucking shit.” Moaning loud enough to echo off the walls, his hands grip the sink is tight enough to see the milk of his knuckles.

Your hands hold the back of his thighs pulling him closer, relaxing enough to take him till tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes. You hollow out your cheeks till his ruddy tip hits the back of your throat, his coarse pubic hairs brush against the tip of of your nose. Vision going white behind closed eyes. His brain short circuits under the quick work of your mouth, unable to even register what’s happening till the heaviness in his balls warn him of his impending release.

“Wait - shit - fuck - you’re - you’re trying to make me cum aren’t you?” Your taunting words from earlier ring loud in his head, he knew this was too good to be true.

Humming in response the vibration is almost enough to have him shooting down your throat. Mustering enough strength to regain control, he tries to pull away from you but your grip on his thighs only tightens, relaxing your throat even more.

Groaning when you take him even deeper than before you hear the metal of his rings clank loudly against the porcelain of the sink, holding it hard enough to break as he tries to fight off his orgasm.

“You’re done.” His tone is final when his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, pulling he rips you away from him with enough force for him to fall from your mouth with a slick pop.

Chest heaving as he tries to regain his breath, he looks like a man driven insane when the blacks of his eyes look down at you on your knees. Lips red and swollen from sucking his cock like your life depended on it, he would never get sick of seeing you like this.

“Now stand up and bend over the sink for me like I know you want to.” Voice dripping with want, your underwear was becoming almost uncomfortable from soaking through them all night.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you use his hips as leverage to pull yourself up letting the length of your body rub against his painfully hard erection in the process. Hissing with the extra sensitivity he grips your cheeks with one hand when you're finally back on your feet.

“I’m not cumming quick and you’re gonna cum first. You got that?” Nodding between his fingers, his lips turn up in the same cocky grin from before knowing he finally had you where he wanted you. He always knew when your eyes glazed over like this.

Pressing a chaste kiss to your lips he nudges your nose with his before whispering “Turn around.”

Following his instructions you face towards the mirror again, your hands finding purchase on the sink where his just were. Leaning forward to give him the access he wanted, your eyes meet your own in the reflection. The person staring back to you is almost unrecognizable. A needy tear streaked mess you watch him flip your skirt up over your hips, his eyes darkening even more when he sees the insides of your thighs coated with your own arousal.

“Always so fucking wet for me.” The strain in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, but you were too needy to be an asshole now. Wiggling your hips to taunt him, you look back over your shoulder. Blown out eyes meeting yours the expression on his face is enough to have you flutter around nothing.

His big hands grab at the doughy flesh of your ass. Watching the way it jiggles when he smacks it, the sting of his rings going straight to your cunt. FIngers curling around the tops of your tights he pulls them down with your underwear to your ankles. The cool air of the bathroom making you shiver when it hits your soaked folds, your body begging for more.

Running two fingers through your slit, he rubs a few small circles with pointed pressure to your bundle of nerves before collecting more of your slick to use as lube. The squelching noises at just his small touches has your cheeks burning hot, your body betraying your cocky words from before.

Coating himself enough to slide in easily, you feel his mushroom top spread through your folds. Rubbing himself down the length of you he chuckles darkly when you chase more with your hips.

“God, you’re gonna take me so well baby. You’re already such a mess.” Pressing himself to your entrance, you brace yourself tighter against the sink preparing for the stretch. You always had to get used to the feeling of him splitting you in two.

Nodding dumbly your neck goes slack when you feel him finally push himself in, walls stinging as he slowly makes himself fit.

“She’s sucking me in so good, so fucking tight. This all mine? Tell me it’s mine.” Pussy drunk already, Eddie didn’t care to put on his usual front anymore. You felt like heaven around his dick and he wanted you for himself.

He doesn’t give you enough time to answer or adjust before he pulls himself almost all the way out before abruptly shoving himself back in. The burn of his harsh thrusts making you cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, the pleasure slowly becoming more prominent when he starts hitting your g spot with every deep stroke.

His hands grip your hips to keep you close, the sound of skin against skin filling the empty stalls as he keeps up with his punishing pace.

“I asked who’s pussy this is baby.” One hand snaking between your jiggling thighs, two fingers quickly find your more than needy clit. Rubbing harsh figure eights he bends over so his chest presses against your back, somehow pushing himself even deeper. You swear you can feel him in your stomach like this.

“Answer me.”

Jaw slack and eyes scrunched close, the familiar tightness in your gut is getting closer and closer to letting go. Stopping the motion of his hips when you don’t give him what he wants, your eyes snap open as a strangled whine leaves your throat.

“I’ll give you what you want princess just tell me who your cunt belongs to.” his tone is full with dominance when he whispers in your ear, you muster enough brain power to find your voice.

“Yours.” Barely above a whisper when it leaves your mouth, he adds pressure to your bundle of nerves but just enough to tease.

“Louder.” Pressing his hips deeper into you, it’s enough to have you claw at the sink.

“YOURS” Too desperate to care about how he was going to hold this moment over your head, the need to cum was becoming overpowering after the day of relentless teasing. This is how it always was, the dynamic switching almost every time.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” Each word coming out with a punch of his hips, his fingers make quick work against your clit obsessed with the way it makes your eyes roll in the back of your head.

Being able to watch your face from the reflection of the mirror while he railed you from behind with everything he had only made it that much harder not to spill deep inside your velvet walls. Fingers working overtime on your swollen nub, the furrow of your brows and the way you start to tighten around him tells him all he needs to know.

“Come on baby, make a mess of me.” His thrusts became more deliberate in your undoing, each one hitting deeper than the last.

“God - Eddie!” It’s overwhelming when it hits you, seeing stars behind your closed eyes as your walls constrict tight enough to earn a loud drawn out ‘fuck’ as your release washes over him.

“That’s it, that’s fucking it.” The blunt ends of his nails dig into the soft bruised skin of your hips as you feel him twitch inside of you.

Warmth filling your belly as he paints your insides white, you’re left a panting mess while he shudders on top of you. His orgasm hitting him in waves with the way your walls continue to milk him long after yours is done.

Keeping himself inside till he’s soft enough to slip out on his own, your soft moans fill the quiet at the loss of contact. The fullness that had you a trembling mess was replaced with that familiar dull throb of the after effects.

“You gonna be nice to me now or what Munson?” Putting himself away his eyes meet yours in the mirror. Their soft brown returned to their normal warm state, catching the beginnings of a small smile playing across his lips, his cheeks flush crimson.

“Depends on if you’re gonna be nice to me.”

Pulling your tights and underwear back up, the fact that you were keeping his seed inside like it was normal had his cock almost kick up again. You made him insatiable.

“I think I’ve proven to be very nice.” Biting your lip into a smile you lean back against the sink batting your eyelashes at him for good measure, your flirting only making him blush harder despite everything.

“I think we can work something out, who knows I might not even want Gareth back at the end of this.” The laugh he earns quickly becomes his new favorite sound.

Slinging his arm around you, he pulls you deep into his side before both of you make your exit out of the bathroom together. The boys all waiting around the hallway with knowing looks all over their faces. Taking in your more than chummy body language Barry’s the first to speak up.

“So does this mean you two are together or something?”

Jeff refuses to look you in the eyes, making it more than obvious they had gotten a little show, neither one of you really trying to be quiet.

“We don’t have to fucking tell you.” Eddie snaps scared that their questions will sabotage what he just got.

“Calm down man.” Raising his hands in defense Barry backs off “Just trying not to get whiplash with this sudden change of heart.”

Squeezing your shoulders tighter you reach up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek earning a unified groan from everyone, and a satisfied hum from the one that’s still dripping down your thighs.

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