I Imagine Him Cartoonishly Falling.

One way, or Another

folks! we are so back and we are back with bingo fills. this is my very first fill for @harringrovewinterbingo and im so super excited to share. this is for space C3, with the prompt "Outside Looking In".

and if you'd prefer to read on AO3, here's that link too! ty so much to the organizers of this event and also ty to my best pal and beta reader @daisies-and-domming ok that is all, do enjoy!

Summary: Nancy is walking out of school, cursing the cold weather when she spots Steve and… is that Billy Hargrove? They look like they’re being pretty friendly. Odd but she moves on with life. Until later in the week, she finds Billy tutoring Steve? Ok now it's getting weird, since when are they friends anyway? It isn’t until she sneaks into Melissa’s party that she finds out the truth, the hard way…

✪Rating: Teen & Up ✪ Word Count: 2,900 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), Hawkins High School (Stranger Things), POV Nancy Wheeler, One Shot, Kissing, Swearing, Winter, Light Spying, Party, Christmas Party, Being Walked In On, Betaed, Platonic Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler

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Nancy bristled as the doors opened and the chilly air flowed past her. Stepping out from the school building was like a one way trip to Antarctica. It was just Indiana, why did it have to be so damn cold?! 

She cursed under her breath, hugging her coat tighter to her body as she hastily walked over to her car, Mike was already over there waiting, thank God. She swore she would make him walk all the way home if he was late getting out to the car one more time. Seems her scare tactics worked. 

The wind whipped her loose curls around her head and into her eyes. She winced, bringing her hand up to push the unruly hairs behind her ears. As she opened her eyes again, they caught on a rather strange sight. There was Steve, standing next to…

Billy Hargrove? 

She blinked, thinking her mind was playing tricks on her. But this was no such ruse, Steve was actually there, standing centimeters away from Billy. And it looked like they were talking, laughing even. 

Her brows furrowed, keeping her gaze centered on the boys as she unlocked the car door, blocking out Mike’s whines entirely. There was something clearly awry here. They had beaten each other within an inch of their lives just a few months ago, right? And now they’re all buddy-buddy? Something didn’t quite add up. 

“God Nancy, stop staring at Steve and drive me home! I have important business to get to.” Mike huffed from the passenger seat. 

She didn’t say a word as she pulled out of the high school parking lot. But the idea was in her head now so good luck ignoring it, she needed to know what was up.

***

A few days had passed with no sightings of Steve or Billy, so the whole thing sort of slipped her mind. She had been meaning to ask Mike about it; she had seen that redheaded sister of Billy’s hanging around the Party so maybe she knew what was going on. But with finals coming up, Nancy knew she really needed to focus. 

Therefore, here she was; at the library during her lunch period checking out a few books to help her with her upcoming history exam. She scanned the shelves carefully, letting her fingers trace the spines of the severely worn books. Chadworth, Channing, Chatham, ah!  

She pulled out the book she had been searching for, with a satisfied hum. However, her satisfaction was quickly flooded by confusion at who she spotted through the space her book had made upon exiting the shelf. She leaned closer to the bookshelf, her nose crinkling at the scent of musty pages.

There, at one of the small tables was Billy, intricately explaining something to Steve, who sat caddy corner to him. Nancy’s ears perked up and she twisted her head around, trying to get a better glance at them. She watched Billy wave something off dramatically and snatch a pencil straight from Steve’s hand, erasing something on the paper laid out in front of them.

Her eyes fell down to said paper, attempting to make out the subject they were working on. English, she decided, seeing the many crumpled and crossed out rough drafts of a paper scattered about the area. But what the hell was Steve doing helping Billy with homework? If he was still the same Steve Harrington he was just a year ago, he would have had trouble keeping up with his own work, let alone helping someone else. 

She moved again, shuffling her feet and angling her ear towards the boys, trying to listen to the conversation they were having but to no such luck. Of course the one time they follow the rules is the one about being quiet in a library. She scoffed. She watched as Steve picked up the pencil again, taking a breath in, then scribbling out a few more sentences. 

“No, no, no. Steve— then you need to— like I— earlier.” 

Nancy held back a gasp as her eyes widened. She had it totally backwards, Billy was here, tutoring Steve? Now this was something interesting. 

She cared little about the other gossip, like who was sleeping with who, and oh my god did you see Shannons new hair. But what she had accidentally stumbled on here, now this was something noteworthy! So she couldn’t help the small grin that appeared on her face as the gears in her head began turning once again.

Her eyes flicked down to the small watch fastened to her wrist, shit, class was over in about 3 minutes! She sighed, shifting the book to cradle it against her chest and softly stepped over to the librarian's counter to check out her book. 

***

A languid sigh escaped her as she took in the scene before her. A million different papers, notebooks, and pens were strewn out on her desk, some had even made it onto the floor, surrounding her like some sort of study bubble. She stretched her arms up to the ceiling and her spine made a deep pop sound. She groaned, knowing she should get up and walk around a bit, give herself a break from the constant studying. 

She knew everything on the test anyways, she wasn’t sure why she was so worried about it. Besides, Ms. Becker’s tests were always lazily put together; Nancy was sure that she was stealing questions directly from the textbooks. 

Confident in her abilities (and that Ms. Becker would take the easy way out), she scooted her chair from the desk and stood. Her eyes jumped to the digital clock resting on her nightstand and she huffed, seeing it read 8:10. Her parents were out of town and she promised to pick Mike up from Max’s house at eight on the dot. 

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her purse and coat from the back of the door and swept down the stairs. She smoothed her unruly hair back, managing to slip on an old pair of Keds as she hurried out the door.

***

“Steve…?” 

She whispered to herself as her car rolled up to the Hargrove-Mayfield house. She watched Steve notice her and swiftly put some space between himself and Billy, who was comfortably leaned up against Steve’s BMW.

She put her mothers station wagon into park, leaving the engine running so it would keep its warmth. She stepped out of the driver's seat, and began the awkward walk to where they were standing, she couldn't hide the questioning expression that painted her features. 

“I told the twerps to get the hell outta my house, so don’t worry, Mike’ll be out in a minute, Nance.” Billy cooed, placing a gross emphasis on ‘Nance’. 

“Hey, Nancy.” Steve spoke, with a tone she couldn’t quite put her finger on. There was definitely a hint of embarrassment in it.

“So,” she cleared her throat, “I didn’t realise you two were friends. I mean last time I checked you were basically mortal enemies.” She tried to laugh, but it came out a little strained.

“Oh you know Stevie, just couldn’t resist me.” Billy said, shooting her a wink. 

“Dude shut up.” Steve muttered, not looking over at Nancy. 

There was an uncomfortable beat of silence. All parties silently begging for their respective kids to get their asses out here so they could all leave.

Before Billy could say anything else incriminating, Dustin, Mike and Lucas came jogging out of the house. Lucas called a ‘thank you for having us’ on his way out, which gave Nancy a smile. He was always the most well mannered of Mike’s friends. 

Mike brushed past her without a word and got straight into the passenger's seat, not even giving Nancy a chance to react before reaching over and laying on the horn. How she wished Lucas would impart some of his manners onto her useless brother.

“I better get going…” 

“Yeah me too, night Nancy.” Steve replied, finally looking up at her.

However, just when he thought she was out of earshot he followed up with, “Bye Billy, see you tomorrow night,” as he watched Billy slink back into his house.

It was an innocent enough phrase but Nancy knew exactly how Steve operated, he was laying on the charm. It was fairly obvious, the way his voice went down an octave, the sugary sweet way he said Billy’s name. 

The gears in her head spluttered and got right back to whirring, what the hell was that about? Not a moment passed as she got back into the car before she turned her head to Mike. 

“What the hell is up with Steve and Billy? Don’t they hate each other? Why are they suddenly friends?” 

“Jesus! Chill out! Someone’s jealous.”

“I am not! I just want to know what the hell’s going on.” 

“Ok, well, I don’t even know! They’ve just been hanging out all the time. He’s always over there anytime we go to Max’s. And, sometimes he’s just there, even if he isn’t bringing Dustin.” 

Mike answered, adding emphasis to seemingly random words, further exaggerating his annoyance with her line of questioning. Nancy hummed, not at all satisfied by her brother's response but it would have to do for now

***

Tomorrow night had rolled around and thank God it was Friday. She had heard through the grapevine that Melissa was having a get-together at her dad’s house that night. She wasn’t technically invited but it’s not like a high school party would have a guest list. Besides, she had a pretty good feeling on this being the function that Steve said he would be seeing Billy at. 

It was supposed to be some form of Christmas party but again, high school party, so in reality it was a normal party, but with a topical holiday title in front of it. She debated asking Jonathan to join her on what she would dub ‘investigative journalism’ but he wasn’t really the party type, nor the investigative journalism type. 

Just as the clock struck 10 o’clock, she headed out of the house with hardly a goodbye to Mike. The drive to Melissa’s was about fifteen minutes so she had some time to fully formulate her plan: First, she’d drive by, slow. But not slow enough to draw attention to herself. Just to scope out if Steve or Billy’s car was even there. If it was, she would park a block over, brave the cold, and walk into the party. 

As she turned onto Melissa’s road, she almost hoped that she wouldn’t find their cars. But just her luck, there was Billy’s shiny blue Camaro illegally parked in front of the fire hydrant. She rolled her eyes but kept on, making her way to the next street over and throwing the car in park. 

The crisp Hawkins wind whipped around her and the snow squeaked under her boots as she hurried to get to the house. I mean who the hell throws a rager in December?! She cursed under her breath, shivering, despite her thick overcoat. 

At last, she made it to the front porch and made her way into the house. From the entryway she scanned the foyer, just barely peeking into the living room. As she discarded her coat onto the mountain of fleece and polyester (in what she assumed was Melissa’s dad’s office), she spotted the familiar bounce of golden curls whisk by. 

She stepped out of the coat-covered office and made her way to the common area, pushing through the hoards of people who were already concerningly drunk just an hour into the party. She muttered her disdain and made her way to the kitchen, finding a corner to press her back up against and scan the room. 

As suspected, Steve was practically hanging off Billy. WThe boys were chatting with Tommy and some girl that Nancy didn’t recognise. She stifled a laugh, she knew Carol must be pissed about that. Steve stood with his arms crossed, shoulders pressed right against Billy’s denim clad torso. Their faces were slightly flushed, indicating that they had had their fair share of the mystery liquid from the punch bowl rested on the countertop to her right. Nancy noted that Billy did most of the talking, while Steve only sometimes nodded, his doe eyes fixed on Billy as he and Tommy conversed. 

Her brows furrowed, she watched for a moment longer but decided it would be best for her to make her way out of the kitchen, in case they decided to turn around. It would be kind of hard to explain why she was stalking her ex-boyfriend and his thought to be rival, at a party she wasn’t even invited to. 

She weaved her way out of the kitchen and milled around the living room, searching for anyone sober or of interest to talk with. As suspected, her search came up dry. So back to hugging the wall it was.

It had been maybe thirty minutes since she arrived, before she spotted them again. This time, they were sneaking up the stairs, giggling like school girls the whole way up. In the meantime she had made some bland conversation with Tina, and then listened to Carol whine about Tommy and his new girlfriend; who according to her was some ‘skank from Jordan High’.

Carol was still crying to Tina and a few other girls when Nancy quietly backed away from the conversation to follow the boys. She watched through the banisters to see which room they went into and the minute the door shut, she hurried up the stairs, shoving past the many inebriated couples making out.

She waited for a few seconds, posed outside the door she watched the boys slip into, weighing her options carefully in her mind. Best case scenario, they have a girl in there and Nancy goes home, scrubs the image from her mind, and hopefully all parties forgive and forget. Worst case scenario this is some elaborate drug deal- or some other definitely illegal situation- that she would now be considered a witness to, and therefore permanently on Billy Hargrove’s shit list. 

And then, of course, the even worse case scenario- that this is somehow tied to the Upside Down. She swallowed, praying that wasn’t the case, but accepting the reality that it was a likelihood, which was part of the reason she was so adamant about finding out just what was going on with their new and unsuspected ‘friendship’. 

She placed her hand on the door handle, as suspected it was unlocked, she took a breath and burst in. As her eyes adjusted upon entering the poorly lit room she saw Billy, his button up hanging off his shoulders and his back pushed up against the wall. Steve’s hands were planted low on his waist and he was- 

Kissing him?!

Her jaw fell to the floor and the boys quickly pushed off each other and launched into explanations. Nancy slammed the door shut behind her, clicking the lock into place as she did. 

“Oh shit- Nancy, I swear to God this isn’t what it looks like-” Steve started, his eyes wide and the back of his hand coming to wipe at his mouth.

“I swear on my fucking life if you fucking tell anyone what you-” Billy growled, hastily pulling his shirt back up. 

“I- I don’t even, you’re- but you-” she started, getting nowhere. 

Nancy had never been caught truly speechless in her life, but she guessed there was a first for everything. She watched the boys tense and their expressions grow fearful, she cleared her throat and produced some semblance of a sentence. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean- I was just… I was- I was just-” she took another breath in, “I just wanted to know what was up with you two. I was worried it had something to do with…” she trailed off, letting the obvious end of her statement hang in the air. 

“Oh- no, no no no. Nothing to do with that- we just-” Steve cut himself off with a sharp breath inward, looking to Billy for how to explain this. 

“It doesn’t matter what we were doing, because you didn’t fucking see anything. Got it?” 

Nancy’s voice softened, sensing the fear that was driving Billy’s anger, “I’m not stupid, Billy. I know what I saw but-”

“You shut the fuck up Wheeler or I swear-” 

“Billy! Cool it would ya? She’s…” Steve glanced over at her, “cool.” 

Billy’s shoulders were still tense but he backed off. They all stood in a painfully awkward silence for what felt like an hour, Billy nor Steve wanting to get into specifics but Nancy hadn’t quite solved her case yet. 

“Ok. Well. I should be going. Have fun?” She ended her silence breaking statement with a quizzical look. 

The boys watched silently as she hurried out of the room. She nearly tripped rushing back down the stairs, ignoring the still inebriated couples complaints. She stopped only to filter through the coat pile, before speed-walking to her car. The drive home was almost silent. Only the occasional turn signal click, breaking through the stuffy air.

She sighed as she pulled into her driveway, squeezing her eyes shut and bringing a hand to press at the bridge of her nose. She hoped that at least this would teach her to stop being so damn nosey. 

(But she knew it wouldn’t.)

hehe okie tytytyty for reading !! now go check out everyone else's awesome stuff under the hwb2025 tag ^-^

ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

FETCH ME NEIL

my dear friend melaine requested i write whump steve, hurt/comfort for steddie. so, whump steve hurt/comfort i shall write! so everyone say "thank you melanie for making apple write steddie again"

anyways, ya'll know the drill. AO3 link here. go nuts kids

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…

not to incite ship wars in my comments, but you can always tell which ship is "loosing" based on who is meaner on the internet. like, one tag will be full of light and positivity and love and all things joyful.

then the "loosing" ship tags will be full of #antiXYZ and flat out mean and hateful and patronizing things!!! and it makes me cackle. ship discourse is just so... interesting.

“What’s the matter pretty boy? Didn't you have ‘Billy Hargrove’s a dirty queer’ on your bingo card?”

OR After their fight at Tina’s Halloween party, Nancy is propositioned by the one and only, Billy Hargrove. Steve spots them and all hell almost breaks loose. But it appears that was all a part of Billy’s plan.

Halloween fic posted BEFORE Halloween, point 1 Apple

He's the Knife in Your Back

at last, a buzzer beater to end all buzz beaters, my last bingo post for @harringrovewinterbingo ! this has been such an amazing event ty to all involved this was such a blast :) ok, now onto some freak nasty smut of these idiots-

this is a fill for A1, "gas station bathroom fuck" also on AO3, enjoy!!!

Summary: The winter after the mall fire, the gang finds themselves back in the saddle. The proverbial saddle being Steve Harrington’s car, speeding to Ohio to talk to a scientist who they think can help them solve the suspiciously Upside Down-ish nature of Chrissy, Patrick, and now Fred’s, deaths. Meanwhile, Billy is frustrated, in more ways than one, but not to worry because Steve is there to help him relieve some of that frustration. OR Steve and Billy fuck nasty in a pubic bathroom because Billy’s pent up frustration is annoying the rest of the gang.

✪Rating: Explicit ✪ Word Count: 2948 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), The Upside Down (Stranger Things), Road Trips, Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Bottom Steve Harrington, Bratty Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Billy Hargrove, Praise Kink, Degradation, Smut, Angry Sex, Dialogue Heavy

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The wailing wind just barely overshadowed the chatter in the backseat. Steve’s brows furrowed, eyes squinting to see through the white haze. Suddenly, Lucas’ radio crackled and Robin’s scratchy voice surrounded the car. 

“Hey Steve? The snow’s gettin’ pretty bad. Over.” 

“I have eyes , Robin, your point? Over.” 

“Well uh, Nance, Jonathan, and I agree that we should pull over for a bit. At least let the worst of it pass. Plus, we’ve been driving for like, 10 hours. Over.”

“Try two . But yeah alright that sounds fine, we should get gas anyways. Just lemme know what exit we’re getting off at. Over.”

“It’s uhh, lets see- yes Wheeler, I can read the map - it’s uh yeah right where, right where… so we are umm-”

The walkie talkie cracked and shut off abruptly. 

“Robin? You there? Over.”

Steve glanced at Billy, sulking, with his head leaned against the cold window. 

“It’s exit 66, for Catawba-South Vienna. Over.” 

Nancy’s voice cut in, slightly annoyed by Robin’s inability to read a map. 

“Aye aye captain, we’ll see you there. Over and out.” 

***

The kids raced each other to the doors, shrieking with laughter as they tried to escape the whirling snow. Steve’s passenger door slammed shut, shaking the entire car’s body as Billy sauntered away from the car and followed the kids up to the snow hidden pathway. Steve rolled his eyes, imagining the fallout if he dared do such a thing with Billy’s precious Camaro. 

He had no idea what was the matter with him. Not even ten words had been said between them the entire first half of their impromptu road trip, which was fairly unusual for Billy, but like hell he was going to tell Steve what was wrong so Steve was forced to ignore his sour mood.

An older couple’s eyes went as big as saucers as the gaggle of almost ten teenagers scrambled through the doors, talking with one another quite loudly. The younger group snagged a table and continued their chatter, while Nancy led the argument with the older group as they beelined to the self-serve coffee station.

“I’m just worried, what if that scientist lady doesn’t even help! And then we’re almost four hours outside of Hawkins if something goes down back there.” Robin whispered, anxiously chewing on the inside of her lip.

“Also, didn’t we, uh, basically kidnap the knuckleheads over there? And I’m sort of a fugitive. So that doesn’t make us look any better,” Eddie chimed in. 

“Oh, and not to mention that this crackpot may not appreciate trespassers and decide to reach for her shotgun.” 

Billy added, his tone was icy, he was reluctant to join their group but Max was dead set on going and like hell anyone was going to stop her. And Billy felt he had an obligation to her life, so here he was.

“Ok well that’s probably the least of our concerns, I’m more worried that the goddamn mind flayer will come back and finish the job.”

Steve watched Billy bristle at Robin’s snappy comment, then with a huff and a mutter of something under his breath, he spun on his heel and disappeared. 

“Oh- I probably shouldn’t have said that. Sorry.”

“It’s alright, he’s being-” Steve stopped himself, thinking of his next words carefully, “-he’s just extra touchy today.” 

Nancy looked at him, an eyebrow raised. And like some strange version of telepathy, he intercepted the ‘please go calm him down so he doesn’t make us all miserable’ message, pretty clearly from Nancy’s facial expression. He groaned.

“He does seem to like you best.” 

“Yeah yeah, I’m aware . I’ll go talk to him,” and with a sigh he was off, scanning the store for Billy. 

He pushed the door to the bathroom open cautiously, narrowing down that this was the last place Billy could have slunk away to. He was proved right instantly, eyes focusing on Billy as he paced the tiled room, muttering to himself. His curls bounced as he snapped his head towards Steve. 

“The fuck do you want Harrington?” 

“I want for you to untwist your panties, for starters-” 

Billy growled, stalking up to Steve, cornering him against the door, this did little to stop Steve’s accusing tone, only fueling the fire.

“-and then , I wanna know why you have been so fucking agitated lately! Like seriously dude what the hell is the matter with you? The last, like, week has been miserable! I know this whole thing sucks , trust me I do. But that’s no excuse to take it out on everyone else you ass .” 

Billy’s hands flew to Steve’s lapel, shoving him further into the door. Oh now Steve was pissed , no way he was going to start a fist fight with him here . They had far more important things to worry about than whatever pansy bullshit Billy was dealing with.

“What, did Liz stand you up? Or maybe you run out of hairspray? I mean what, honestly, what nonsense excuse could you possibly have for acting like a complete toddler ?” 

“You better shut your smartass mouth Steve, I’m warning y-”

“-oh yeah, right! What’re you gonna do! You gonna fucking hit me? Will that fix the problem?!”

Billy’s eyes went crazy, a laugh bubbling out of him as he pressed Steve into the door, bringing his leg up in between Steve’s, his thigh just barely brushing Steve’s crotch, further pinning him into the heavy oak.

“No no, I’m serious, if that will mellow you out then by all means , swing away man!” 

That comment only earned him a sneer from Billy and another slam into the door, Steve cursed, the door handle pressing into his back. Neither of them said a word, not wanting to brawl in the filthy gas station bathroom, but not knowing what to do next. As if neither of them could admit ‘defeat’ and back down. So they remained staring, their brows crossed and lips downturned. Billy flared his nostrils, both their breaths heavy and hot as they mingled in the sliver of space between them. 

Neither was 100% sure who started it, but there was a silent, mutual understanding as their hands dove downwards. Steve’s fumbling for the door handle and praising all that was holy there was a lock, while Billy undid his belt with one hand and Steve’s with the other. Billy’s fingers laced themselves in Steve’s belt loops, pulling him back off the wall and towards the sink.

“So that’s what it was, hm? That’s why you’re uptight?”

Billy’s eyes snapped up to meet Steve’s, shooting daggers at him. 

“You haven’t gotten your dick wet in a minute and so now it’s our problem?”

“What did I tell you about shutting the fuck up?” 

“Ohh, I’m so scared. What are you gonna do to me if I don’t?” Steve asked, playing coy, his bottom lip catching behind his teeth. 

“You are so fucking dead Steve-”

Billy started, his voice dropping an octave as it trailed off. He flipped Steve, forcibly bending him at the hips over the sink basin.

Steve hummed, “Maybe it’s a good thing I haven’t eaten all day.” 

Billy pressed his hips into Steve’s ass, looking at him in the mirror.

“ God , do you have an off switch?” 

“What? I can’t have a little fun? We are fucking aren’t we?” Steve asked, punctuating his sentence by knocking his ass against Billy, “It’s supposed to be fun .” 

Billy groaned, slowly grinding on Steve through the layers of thick denim. One of his hands had found a nice spot on Steve’s waist, his fingers gripped into the skin. He wasted no time fiddling with Steve’s jeans with his other hand, undoing them the rest of the way and sliding them down along with his briefs in a few quick, fluid motions. 

“Eager. You pictured this before, huh?”

There wasn’t a response from Billy as he shifted his own jeans down just far enough, grinning as he let his cock rest on Steve’s perfect ass. His hand came to feel a circle around Steve’s flank, feeling the soft freckled skin, lightly smacking it and grinning.

“Wow, yeah you have definitely had some sick fantasies about this.”

Billy loomed over him, leaning over and speaking low into his ear. If Steve was going to get all into character and be such a brat , he could play along too.

“And so what if I have? So what if I have pictured fucking you? That turn you on or somethin’?” 

Steve didn’t answer, but his face lighting up pink and his dick bobbing in the air told Billy all he needed to know. He smirked and slid his hand up Steve’s body, hooking his fingers in Steve’s mouth. 

“Suck.” Billy ordered. 

His eyes not breaking contact with Steve’s face in the mirror, watching as he obliged without hesitation. He smirked, slapping Steve’s ass again, leaving a red hand print in its wake, not ignoring the moan Steve let slip from his mouth. 

“Of course you’d like it when I hit you, fuckin’ psycho.” Billy muttered.

“Don’t you get into fights for ki-i-cks-” 

Steve started, abruptly cut off by Billy’s fingers pressing up against the rim of his hole and pushing the first one past, just until the second knuckle, nothing crazy .

“ Jesus Christ , could you warn a guy?” 

“No can do sweetheart, we’re on a tight schedule,” he fished his wallet from his back pocket, and handed it to Steve, “get the condom outta there would you?” 

“Why the fuck would I do that?! You’re going way too fast, jackass-”

Billy pressed his finger all the way in, hard, roughly brushing a sensitive bundle of nerves as he did so. Steve’s breath hitched, his hands stalling as they fumbled through Billy’s wallet for a condom. 

“Hm, I mean, I could go slow. But, do you want the others to come looking for us?” He asked, twisting his finger around inside Steve.

“They’d pretty quickly realize we’re in here, with the door locked from the inside-” Billy continued, his voice smooth but threatening,

“-and fearing the worst-” he slipped the second finger in, relishing in the strangled noise Steve made,

“-they’d break the lock and burst in.” 

Steve let his head fall down, groaning as Billy whispered over him, fingers twisting and thrusting in and out of him, increasing his pace with every word he spoke. 

“And they’d find you, bent over the sink like a two dollar whore, with my dick up your tight little ass.”

He finished, slicking his fingers in and out at a dreadfully fast pace, while Steve did his best to stop a pornstar-esch moan from escaping him.

“You’d hate for that to happen, right princess?” 

Billy removed his fingers, and lined up his swollen cock head, pressing it to Steve’s rim. The skin to skin touch was electric and sent Steve’s heart rate off the charts.

“I’d really hate for all your little friends to see you moaning and shaking-”

“Goddamn, just do it then.” 

Steve’s words trembled out of his mouth, attempting to bring back the bite in his voice but the shaky hand that reached back to hand him the wallet condom was proof enough that he was totally under Billy’s control.

“Ok you asked for it, brat .”

Billy smirked, ripping the package open with his teeth and sliding it onto his cock, sending a silent thank you to whoever invented pre-lubed condoms. He positioned his cock up against Steve again, pressing just the tip into him, watching the mirror fog up as he let out a breathy moan, his face crinkling and jaw falling slack.

“Aww, not even half of it and you’re already fallin’ apart.” 

He pushed in further, almost moaning himself at the feel of Steve’s plush insides. Steve’s hand flung up to cover his mouth, biting down on his forefinger to keep even more pained noises from coming out. Billy stopped there for a moment, kind enough to let Steve adjust to the thick cock pressing inside him.

“Jesus, you done this before or somethin’?” 

Steve didn’t answer, his hips sliding back on their own, begging for more of Billy inside him.

“You little slut…” Billy trailed off, watching Steve squirm. 

“Shoulda told me earlier, I wouldn’t have been so gentle about it.”

Before Steve could throw in another smartass comment, Billy had pushed all the way in, hands drifting to the bend where his thighs and hips met to pull Steve even closer to him.

“Fuck!” Steve’s voice cracked as he yelled, gripping the side of the sink.

“Bet that’ll teach you not be a fuckin’ smartass all the damn time.”

Billy sneered, not giving another second of pause before pulling out and slamming into Steve at full force. The slap of skin on skin echoing in the tiled bathroom as Billy flicked his hips forward at a respectable pace. Steve’s eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill over.

“ Shit , you’re so fucking tight,” Billy gasped, hands migrating further up to Steve’s waist again, “but goddamn you take it so good.”

Steve moaned at Billy’s praise, his hips bucking and swaying his neglected cock. His hand reached for it instantly, smearing the precum around it and pumping furiously. 

“Couldn’t resist touching yourself?” 

Steve just groaned, part in pleasure, part in humiliation. 

“Well if you’re so eager to come then that must mean you want me to go faster, huh?”

Steve didn’t answer. 

Billy scowled, slowing his thrusts to a painfully slow pace, making sure Steve felt every inch of his cock pushing in and out. 

“Hargrove no- please-”

“Please, what ? You didn’t answer when I asked if you wanted it faster, so I assumed you wanted it slower.”

“You asshole I didn’t- that’s not what I meant.”

Billy reached down, snatching the hand Steve was stroking himself with and pinned it behind his back.

“Well you better tell me what you want then, princess.”

“Fuck you.”

Billy smirked, pulling all the way out, leaving Steve gaping and whiny, his arm wiggling to escape. 

“Try again.”

“ Fuck me!” 

Steve all but cried, his head dropping in shame, cock bouncing between his legs. He kicked himself for being so desperate . He couldn’t believe how needy he was, it was humiliating that Billy had turned him into such a whiny bitch.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

Billy smiled, releasing Steve’s hand and lining himself back up, and slowly pushed in until he bottomed out. Steve screwed his eyes shut as Billy went right back to his brutal pace, the tip of his cock grinding against Steve’s velvety walls and pressing into all his sweet spots just right.

“Attaboy, you fuckin’ take it princess.” Billy groaned, his fingers gripping harder into Steve’s waist. 

Steve had wrapped his shaky hand around his cock once more, his hips twisting and bucking into his fist. He yelped again as Billy shifted and hit that perfectly sensitive spot dead on. Billy growled, fucking into him even harder, staying in that spot, watching as Steve’s body squirm with every thrust and his face convulse in the mirror.  “Fuck-fuck-fuck, Billy , fuck-” 

Billy reached a hand around and clapped it over Steve’s mouth to muffle as he screamed, his body shuddering as he shot milky ropes of cum onto the floor below him. He whined through it, voice still dampened by Billy’s hand firmly clasped around his mouth, but getting increasingly overstimulated with Billy's relentless thrusts. 

“Fu-u-u-ck-” Steve warbled, a stutter marking every time Billy pushed his full length into him. 

“Keep takin’ it princess-”

Steve moaned feebly, his arms faltering and his neck giving up on holding his head. 

“And here you thought you we’re gonna do something-” Billy took a panting breath in, “tried to be all bratty-”

His fingers dug little red marks into Steve’s pale skin as he fucked into him with no remorse. He grit his teeth and his eyes screwed shut.

“Shit, Steve -” 

Billy’s own thrusts stuttered and Steve felt an unfamiliar warmth deep inside him as Billy cursed and groaned again, shallowly pushing his cock in and out as he worked himself through it. He caught his breath with loud sighs, his face had turned a splotchy red and he had a sly smile plastered on it. 

Another groan from Steve as Billy gently pulled partially out of his blushed red hole, shoving it in once more just to see the cringe on Steve’s face in the mirror. Before finally pulling out all the way and hastily tying off the condom and tossing it in the garbage bin a few inches away. He slapped Steve’s ass once more for good measure.

His eyes traveled down Steve’s legs as they shook and threatened to give way. His face was a deep crimson, his jeans still down around his knees. He looked totally fucked out, bent over the sink, body trembling with left over pleasure. 

“You gonna be cool now?” Steve asked finally, breaking the silence, his voice wrecked and slightly shy.

“Oh absolutely, totally mellow.” Billy answered, hiking up his jeans and tucking his cock away. 

“Good, I’d be pissed if you were still annoying after all this work I put in.” Steve shot back, again making a poor attempt at bringing back some bite.

“Woah, big talk for someone who can hardly stand right now.”

Steve scowled into the mirror, catching Billy’s eyes. On wobbly legs, he stood off the sink and fixed his clothes, pulling his jeans back into place and running a hand through his hair. Billy grabbed him by his belt loops to pull him once more to whisper in his ear.

“We gotta do that more often princess .” 

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:

my turn!!