One Way, Or Another

Cuter With Something in Your Mouth

another day another bingo fill, hip hip hooray! this is my third fill and, if we are counting diagonals, first bingo for @harringrovewinterbingo!! it is for my free space on B2 and here is the AO3 link if you'd prefer :) ty and enjoy

P.S. i have two more fic's that have been written and just need a bit more editing before i'm happy with them, so stay tuned for that! anyways, ty to my #1 Beta Reader: @daisies-and-domming, XOXO

Summary: Fall semester is finally over; Steve's last final has been taken and he's so ready for winter break. Upon returning home he finds Billy has an early Christmas gift for him, one that he's SURE Steve will love...

✪Rating: Explicit ✪ Word Count: 3828 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), College, Post-Canon, Living Together, Established Relationship, Established Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Blow Jobs, Dom/sub Undertones, and i do mean UNDERTONES, Cock Slut, Pet Names, Aftercare

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The walk home from class was accompanied by a bitter wind that whipped around Steve’s frame as he trudged home. Because of course they couldn’t have just gone to school in California; like Billy wanted. No , they just had to go to school in goddamn Indiana, Steve thought to himself as he tugged his coat tighter against himself. 

At least their apartment was close enough to campus that they could walk to and from; guess it saved money on gas he supposed. Not that it would matter, they were on some sweet government scholarships. A sort of ‘thank you and all your friends for saving us from the Upside Down! We know you are all traumatized beyond belief, but we will just pay your way at these select universities so you don’t spill the beans on this whole operation! Ok thank you buh bye!’Steve didn’t really have any plans to go to college or anything like that, but a government funded full ride? Like hell he was gonna pass that up. So, here they were now, three years later in their own apartment ( also fully funded by the U.S. Government). 

The door to their complex opened with a squeal and Steve’s eyes squinted as they adjusted from the outside darkness to the blinding white of the complex entryway. He jogged up the stairs, fumbling with his keys on his way up. 

The rush of warm air was a welcome sensation as he entered the room. The lights had been turned low, the glow of the Christmas tree and a small lamp being the only things that lit up the space. 

“Hey, how’d your final go?” Billy called from behind their bedroom door.

“Who knows! Just glad that shits over!” Steve yelled back.

He slipped out of his snow soaked boots and left them out on the rug, working off his scarf and coat next. For now, he allowed himself to toss them carelessly onto the counter, making a mental note to hang them properly later. 

“Sorry I’m so late, his exams are basically impossible ,” Steve half muttered as he made his way over to the couch. 

He flopped down immediately, a satisfied sigh coming from him as he sank into the cushions. His eyes flickered to the discarded flashcards and textbooks on the coffee table, intermingled with stained mugs, a dented Zippo lighter, crumpled paper, and a stray condom wrapper. 

He breathed a laugh at the assortment of items, making a second mental note to tidy this up later as well. Now that the semester was officially over, he really needed to get started on picking up their apartment. Neither he nor Billy were ever very good at keeping their space clean, per say, but the walls weren’t falling down around them and the only mold in the fridge was from one of Dustin’s experiments gone wrong. And that was good enough for them.

“Well, I have a surprise for you that I think will turn that frown upside down.” Billy sang, still hidden from view.

Steve’s eyes glanced to their bedroom, the door was shut but he could see the glow of light that escaped from around the frame. There was a faint rustling noise followed by a bout of laughter. He rolled his eyes, did he even want to know? 

“Ok ok, Stevie, close your eyes.”

“They’re closed.” 

“I swear to God if you come out here with something alive , you're sleeping on the couch!” Steve quickly warned.

“Well, I guess it’s technically alive, but uh, not in the way you’re picturing.” 

Steve kept his eyes shut, hearing Billy’s footsteps pad closer to him. The old floor beneath him creaked with a low moan. Steve smiled recognizing exactly which floorboard that was, meaning that Billy was directly left of the coffee table.

“Alright, open ‘em up.” 

Steve took a breath and hesitantly opened his eyes, which instantly grew to the size of saucers at the scene in front of him.

There Billy stood, shirtless, his hair pulled up into a ponytail of sorts; sporting a bright pink scrunchie that he no doubt stole from Max. Steve’s eyes traveled downwards, finding he had no pants on either. The only thing keeping him decent was a sparkly gift box. 

It had shining green wrapping paper with a rather large, silver bow tied neatly on top. Steve looked on in shock as Billy removed his hands from the gift box, only to see that it somehow held up on its own. Billy planted his hands pointedly on his hips, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“I know it’s a little early- but, uh, ya wanna open up your gift?” 

Billy swung his hips, showing off how the gift box stayed put despite having no hands on it. Steve smirked and held back a laugh, already feeling the pang of arousal in his stomach. 

Silently, Steve stood and stepped over to Billy, the floorboard whined again but this time he hardly noticed it. He found Billy’s eyes and without breaking contact, he slowly reached for the decorative green box and pulled it gently from Billy and tossed it aside. Steve’s eyes trailed down Billy’s body, catching on his already hard cock, that moment prior had been holding the gift box in place.

“How’d you know I always wanted one of these?” Steve mocked, his voice low and dripping with faux innocence.

Before Billy could reply with a smartass comment, Steve had already started walking away. Without turning around he held a hand up and motioned for Billy to follow, clicking his tongue for good measure. Billy was quick to follow, watching Steve tug his shirt off as he walked and letting it fall behind him in a heap near the door. Without looking he flicked off the overhead light, the room quickly dissolved into darkness, only the faint glow from the window illuminating the space. 

Steve was on him in a second, his hands grabbing Billy’s and pushing him until his back hit the wall. He smirked, leaning in to stick his tongue straight into Billy’s mouth. Billy’s arms came up to grab at the hair at the nape of his neck and cup his face. 

Steve dropped his arms to hastily undo his jeans, attempting not to break their kiss as he shimmied out and kicked them aside. His hands were quick to return to their rightful place around Billy’s waist.

Panting breaths filled the quiet room, their tongues swirling and sliding in a paradoxically soft but haphazard way. It was barely even a kiss at that point, just nudges of lips and saliva trading mouths. Billy’s hands nearly shook as they reached up and gripped hard onto Steve’s waist, watching as Steve ground against him senselessly, the outline of his cock through his underwear saddling up to Billy’s hip. It was desperate, bordering on juvenile behavior, hot wet touching and hot wet breath. The limbs that weren’t busy thrusting were shaking and nervous. 

Billy exhaled with a laugh, feeling a moist spot smear along on his hip. He broke, pushing Steve back and looking down, sure enough a pitiful mark of precum leaking through Steve’s briefs was now brushing against him as Steve’s hips thrust against him. He didn’t return to the kiss, rather he let himself tower over Billy, puffing hot air and whining. 

“Stevie-” 

Steve growled, gripping more of the flesh around Billy’s hip bones into his hand. It left blushy red marks in its wake.

“Stevie -” Billy started again, this time bringing his hands up to Steve’s chest and hauling him back. 

Steve’s legs hit the back of the bed, he watched Billy, mouth hung open and eyes half lidded. There was a shine of spit still on his chin, and his lips slightly puffy, a deep shade of cherry. 

“This is supposed to be a gift. Wouldn’t be very nice of me to let you hump into my leg like some fuckin’ dog , hm?” 

Steve didn’t even shoot back a quip before Billy had dropped to his knees, grabbing Steve’s briefs and pulling slowly. His eyes lit up brighter as he went further down, watching his happy trail turn into a dark, unkempt patch of hair, the base of his cock revealing itself. Billy pulled further, the elastic band a teasing touch as it traveled down his length, catching at the tip. With a devilish smirk, he yanked Steve’s briefs the rest of the way, letting them fall into a heap at his ankles.

Steve hummed as his cock sprang free and bounced back up, slapping low on his abdomen. Billy hummed, eyes practically glazed over as they followed, watching Steve purposefully twitch, coaxing Billy to him. Billy stuck his tongue out as far as it could go, looking up at Steve through his unfairly thick eyelashes. He inched closer to Steve’s cock, the head a blushy red shade and a pearl of precum threatening to drip down. His tongue just close enough to lightly brush against the underside.

There was a huff of annoyance as hands raised to grip the back of his head roughly. Steve’s fingers wove into his curls and pulled, jerking Billy’s head just enough to put him in his place.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He ordered through gritted teeth. 

“No promises…”

Steve, satisfied enough with that answer, loosened his grip and allowed Billy to move his head to take the tip of his cock into his mouth. Steve watched, smug, as Billy held him in his mouth, his tongue quickly flicking back and forth along the rim. Above him Steve hummed, carding his fingers into the loose ponytail and tugging gently, a wordless plea to take him deeper. 

Billy pulled off, smirking. He spat into his hand, then slid it up and down Steve’s cock a few times. Without a word of warning, he ripped his hand off and parted his lips, taking Steve as far as he could. He gagged pretty quickly, eyelids fluttering and prinking with tears until he pulled back to just holding the tip between his lips.

“Oh, fuck, Billy -”

Steve’s groan was enough to make him want to try again and Billy forced himself to take more of Steve into his mouth. Not enough to gag again, but just enough that it made his brows furrow and the tears start to run down his face. He knew his limits and wrapped his hand around Steve once again, suckling the length in his mouth, adding a slight twist to his wrist to make up for the lack of mouth. 

“Someone’s eager.” Steve quipped.

Billy moaned in response, spit leaking out at the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin. He sucked harder, speeding up the bob of his head, his tongue pressed into the underside of Steve’s cock. He felt every twitch and flex as he worked, relishing in the weight of Steve’s warm cock as it slid in and out of his mouth.

“Jesus you are so fucking pretty…”

Something inside of him clicked on (or maybe off) at Steve’s praise. It was like his train of thought had pumped the brakes, and the only thing left running through his mind was the sensation of Steve’s warm cock filling up his mouth.

More tears fell, snot dripping and joining the spit that seeped down his face as he sucked harder, taking Steve deeper. One of Steve’s hands detangled itself from Billy’s hair and cupped around his jaw, his thumb rubbing a circle into his skin. Billy’s own cock spasmed at the contact and seconds later he pulled off, desperate for air, spit trailing from the head of Steve’s cock to Billy’s lips.

“Aw, done already?” Steve mocked, a fake pout on his face.

Billy glared at him, still catching his breath and taking the back of his hand to wipe some of the spit from his face. A final tear making its way down the flushed pink apple of his cheek. He had fallen back, letting his arms hold him up. Steve huffed, dissatisfied with Billy’s lack of response. 

“God, I forget how braindead you get when you’ve got my dick in your mouth.” 

Billy growled from the floor, still refusing to speak, but the sour look on his face spoke for itself.

“Billy , sit up.”

He did, with no argument. 

“Good, now can you go ahead and finish what you started?” 

Billy nodded, locking his eyes back onto Steve’s cock, still slicked wet with his spit. He took his back into his mouth, his tongue weakly running across the slit. Steve swore, nestling his hand back into Billy’s tied up hair. The gagging persisted as Billy put all his energy into forcing more of Steve’s cock down his throat, his tongue rubbing along the veins that protruded from Steve’s thick cock. 

He backed off for a few deep breaths, replacing his mouth with a trembling hand, slicking up and down Steve’s cock at an even pace before coming back for more. This time he kept his hand in place, stroking the length he couldn’t fit in his mouth as he bobbed his head swiftly, his eyes welling with even more tears. Steve’s breathy moans and whispered praise was good motivation, but he could feel himself slowing down. His strokes became sloppy, his vision was fully blurred by the constant tears, and his lungs could hardly keep up with Steve’s engorged cock blocking his airways. 

Another wet gag left him as he finally pulled back, eyes fluttering shut and head drooping down as he caught his breath. His sighs mixed with moans in the front of his throat. Still desperate to please Steve, he lifted his head up slightly to pressed sloppy, wet kisses to the base of his cock and all the way up the shaft before coming back down to rest his head against Steve’s hips bones, still feverishly pressing kisses into the skin.

Steve smiled, carefully guiding Billy’s head back up, watching as his eyes blinked open curiously. Then, lining up the swollen tip of his cock with Billy’s half-parted lips, he yanked Billy’s head closer, forcing his cock into his mouth. Billy’s brows furrowed and a higher pitched whine escaped him, contrasting his usual low grunts and moans. 

“That’s it baby, take it, you can do it.” 

Billy felt the tears rise again, his eyes glazing over as Steve shoved himself further down his throat. Billy knew his teeth were scraping the underside of Steve’s cock, but he didn’t care, he was too far gone to put much effort into keeping his mouth open. Steve didn’t seem to mind however, grabbing Billy by his ponytail to keep his head in place while he thrust his hips back and forth, coaxing his cock in and out of Billy’s mouth ever so slowly. 

The room had gone relatively quiet, save for the wet schlick of Steve’s cock sinking deep into Billy’s waiting throat. He thanked God that Steve knew his limits, and only pushed about a third of his length into him. He shivered at the thought that one day Steve would abandon his morals and really fuck his face.

Billy’s hips convulsed, his own cock straining and leaking onto the floor beneath him. He hadn’t even touched himself the whole night, so focused on the heavy cock pumping in and out of his mouth. Not that Steve’s shallow thrusts were enough to really get anywhere, he knew that Steve  just wanted the view: Billy’s red, fucked out face, eyes glazed over and mouth covered in a sheen of spit and tears, repeatedly taking his cock.

Steve hummed, pulling out of Billy’s mouth completely, much to Billy’s dismay. Steve gave him a pointed look, locking eyes with him then wordlessly making his way over to the bed and propped himself up against the headboard. 

Billy got the message and on wobbly legs stood and stumbled over to the bed, crawling over to him, his eyes fixed on his cock. Steve noticed the accumulation of precume that had started pitifully dripping down his length, which he imagined was throbbing having gone this long without being touched.

The bed spring creaked alongside Billy’s shaky breaths as he lowered his mouth to wrap around Steve’s head once more. He tried to take the whole thing, but quickly gagged and was forced to give up as he hit the halfway mark. He groaned, more high pitched than before, and pulled back, drooling. 

“If you’re too tired to suck, just use your tongue, baby.” Steve purred. 

He took his cock in his hand and guided it back to Billy’s mouth, pressing past his lips and onto Billy’s tongue, feeling it swipe across the tip half heartedly. He knew Billy was exhausted, uncomfortably hard and totally blissed out- so he decided to go easy on him by wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking, keeping just the tip tucked away inside Billy’s warm mouth.

“Yeah baby, just like that. Let me fuck that pretty face of yours.”

Billy let out a weak sound from the back of his throat, ceasing the movements of his tongue and awaiting Steve’s imminent release. Steve cursed, quickening his pace, eyes fixed on Billy’s face. 

“God, you take it so good, don’t you?” 

The tears had dried and the spit had more or less been wiped away, but his eyes were still glassy and his cheeks still held onto their pinkish tinge. Steve smirked, he knew Billy got pretty hazy when it came to sex, but this was truly a step above anything else; it was like someone had taken out his boyfriend’s rational brain and replaced it with a cock obsessed version. Billy whined again, trying with all his might to keep his mouth open and his teeth off Steve as the tip of his cock brushed around the roof of his mouth. 

“That’s it baby- fuck - keep takin’ it baby. ‘m almost there baby- just keep taking my cock, yeah, doin’ so good baby yeah, f-fuck, so good-”

Another deep, gurgled moan came from Billy as Steve rambled praises, his hand whipping around his dick, bobbing it slightly further into Billy.

“Shit shit shit-” Steve cursed, his stomach tightening as he groaned.

Steve’s hips stuttered and he came into Billy’s waiting mouth. A low moan flew past his lips, watching as Billy sat and accepted the streaks of white that painted the soft pink insides of his mouth and dripped from his tongue. Billy’s eyes were fixed on him, half lidded and watching Steve’s face contort. 

Finally, Billy pulled back, cum still dripping from his lips as he closed them and swallowed, a dumb smile on his face. He cringed at the taste, falling back onto the bed. Steve allowed his heart rate to settle for a moment, watching as Billy wrapped a fist around his frustrated cock. 

A deep groan echoed in the room as Billy hastily stroked himself, screwing his eyes shut and pumping his fist over his aching cock. Steve wanted to speak up but in all honesty, he was really enjoying the show Billy was putting on as he shakily touched himself. His desperation radiated off him in waves, his hips bucked into the air and his other hand gripped the bedsheet as he fisted his dick with reckless abandon, solely focused on chasing his release. 

Steve’s own cock twitched briefly as Billy’s moans got higher pitched, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip in an effort to keep the obscene whimpers down. Seconds later, his hand faltered and his pace broke, milky white dripping down his knuckles and spattering along his stomach. He worked himself through it with gasping breaths, cock spasming in his shaky hand.

Moments later he hummed and slumped over himself, face falling into the mattress, torso still covered in cum and the tangy taste of it still lingering on his taste buds. Steve watched, a weird sense of pride washing over him as he basked in Billy’s post orgasm glow. He relished in the fact that he could absolutely ruin Billy, without even touching him. A few dirty words and a tug to the ponytail and he was like putty in your hands, so eager to please that he’d sit with his neglected cock dripping and body trembling with arousal, doing everything in his power to make sure you came first. 

“Merry Christmas, you fuckin’ perv,” Billy croaked, voice muffled by fabric but still undeniably wrecked .

“Think this’ll get us put on the naughty list?”

“Jesus Stevie- can you shut the fuck up and get over here?” 

Steve obliged without a moment of hesitation, crawling over to Billy and being manhandled into a messy kiss. All that dominance seeping right back into him, Steve mused. They both softened into the kiss, keeping it chaste, savoring the way it felt. Billy’s body quivered under Steve’s light touch, still exhausted and well worn. 

“Alright now get the fuck off me. Go do your ‘post game care’-ing for me, or whatever bullshit it is that you insist upon.”

Billy asserted, pulling away from Steve’s gentle kisses, waving his hand flippantly. 

“ Aftercare , moron. And it’s not bullshit, it- it’s nice,” Steve blushed, already slipping out of bed.

“Lord help me I’ve fallen for a woman…” 

Steve laughed as he rounded the corner, disappearing from view, returning a few moments later with a damp cloth. Billy rolled his eyes as Steve gently shuffled back over to him, taking the washcloth to his face, wiping away the tear stains on his cheeks, the sticky remnants of cum in his mustache and the bubbled over spit at the corners of his mouth. He shifted, moving to clean up Billy’s front with light, slow motions. Then, handing him the cloth to clean off his hands, which he happily took. 

“C’mon, even you can admit this is better than passing out covered in cum,” Steve prompted with a soft voice. 

Billy held his tongue, not willingly to admit that maybe Steve was right about this one thing, this one time.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

Steve chirped, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Billy’s cheek. 

“You’re disgusting.” 

“Oh really?” Steve smirked, pressing another kiss to his face. 

“ Repulsive .” 

Steve laughed, peppering kisses along Billy’s jaw, his temples, his nose, whatever space was open. He would even pretend he didn’t see Billy crack a grin at Steve’s lovey dovey crap. Steve backed off, his hand feeling down Billy’s arm and back up again.

“You’re so good to me,” he murmured,

“So good for me,” he repeated, looking into Billy’s eyes. 

“It’s easy when it’s you, Stevie.” 

Steve smiled, satisfied enough with Billy’s honest attempt at being romantic. 

“We’re sorta gross, care to join me in the shower?” Steve proposed, sending him a wink.

“If I ever say no to that, check me into the fuckin’ loony bin ‘cause I’ve gone insane.”

No matter what happens in Stranger Things s5, I promise I'll write some nasty, smutty, sleazy Harringrove to celebrate the last season. 🥰🤞

hello tunplr! this is how second semester is finding me (in case you were curious)

*meows obnoxiously at you*

*also meowing*: new harringrove brainrot whos excited!!! this time it has a dash of religion and a stolen scene from Home Alone. what a delightful treat! 

(ignore that this is literally two weeks post christmas) ((im still on winter break so i have been doing nothing but writing and editing)) (((thank you ssososooso much @daisies-and-domming for beta reading my slop)))

college is great. some guy is just watching House MD full screen on his laptop during our gerontology lecture. i wonder if he’s the same guy who was watching Donnie Darko a few weeks ago…

alright folks i’m calling it quits bc i have a 9am lab tmr and i need my beauty sleep, but i’ll leave you all with a final destielection meme:

rainy day in Hawkins

ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

FETCH ME NEIL