What the fuck do you mean what did I do? I've bee here folding this shit for you -
[He's holding up the shorts, gesturing. He's innocent, absolutely has done nothing wrong in his life ever, except maybe call Steve babygirl. The incredulity can only last so long though, and Billy's lowering the shorts, looking. Maybe wincing at the mere thought of a dick vanishing.
The hair is longer, hips wider and - christ. He's stepping forward, eyes drifting down then back up, catching the inside of his cheek between his teeth. He's trying not to grin. ] You look kind of hot. Lemme see.
What do you mean, let you see! Look at me! I'm a girl!
[ Steve holds her hands up and turns around on the spot, huffing as she snatches the shorts Billy is flapping around and shoves them in a pocket. Stop waving underwear around!! ]
I can summon shit when people need it, I know this is the same kind of crap because it felt the same. [ She narrows her eyes, hooking a finger in the collar of his shirt to sidle in close, chest bumping up against his. ] Did you think about me being a girl? About some of those?
No - [The cackle cannot be contained; it's a little funny. A tiny bit. He's only human, can he help it if his eyes glance down, if he sort of likes the press of Steve's chest against his? ] I have been folding your new age clothes like you asked me to.
[The tongue is against his teeth, a hand reaching for Steve's waist and god help him because he's glancing again, because it's. Stevie has a chest. ] I mean, I'm not complaining. Babygirl suits you.
[He's - she's - still so goddamn pretty, and how is that fair? Long hair, soft tits, a waist he can grab - how does Steve Harrington get to win the genetics lottery on both sides of the coin.]
Won't it just reverse if we wish real hard for you to get a dick again?
[He's pretty sure Eddie will deliver on that front if Billy ends up too distracted by tits. Which, he already is - so much he grabs her by the waist with both hands to keep her still. Steve, please. ]
I don't know how anything works with magic, I just know I now have boobies and they're heavy and it's your fault! These are your boobies, Billy!
[ The accusation would hold more weight if she wasn't still in his arms and red-faced, huffing instead of being genuinely angry (instead of irritated). ]
No, nu uh, [ Fuck, it's hard not to stumble as she's backed up against the wall, balance shot so she has to hold onto Billy, ] we are not having sex! This is a problem! Oh my God, what if I'm a virgin? Oh my God.
[It's a real pathetic whine, but alas, off Steve goes from his grasp. It's fine, it's fine. What's just as good as bare boobies? Laced up boobies. This is also a win. ]
You're a goddamn cocktease. Fine.
[He'll wait on the couch. If his shirt is missing when Steve's done, well. Maybe it's hot. ]
I'm not a cocktease, you're perpetually horny. Usually it's flattering but today my pecs are swinging around so I'm a little distracted.
[ Steve tosses her coat at Billy then, every bit as unselfconscious as usual, she strips her tshirt off and stands there half-naked glaring at the lingerie piles. It's all very nicely folded but she ferrets through with a grumble, bringing pieces of this and that up to measure them against the size of her significantly larger-than-usual tits. ]
[He's ignoring the truth, because well. Yes, it's true. He is leaning onto an elbow, watching Steve strip and sigh and pillage through his carefully folded pile with a leer, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he grins.
They're real nice, is the thing, and most of what Billy gets in the mail is designed to be as slutty and useless as possible in the support department. Some are fine, but then again, he's got nothing to support.
After a while - and he's good, he gives Steve a solid five minutes of peace - he's up again, slipping up behind her to wrap his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. Presses a nice little kiss against Steve's cheek. ] None of 'em are gonna fit right, but they'll keep 'em up.
[The view is better here, looking down at the swell of them where they hang and bounce a little, and sue him, he's a just a man. A man who knows they'd look pretty bouncing if Steve rode him.
He presses another chaste little kiss to Steve's jaw, murmurs against her ear:] I mean, I could hold 'em up too.
[ Steve thinks she's found a blue thing that might work, concentrating on finding some panties that aren't chafing boxers like the pair she's currently wearing. She sees Billy move closer in her peripheral vision and sags back against him with a sigh of defeat, folding her arms over his as she leans into the nuzzling. ]
Fine. I'm cold, man.
[ Steve shivers for effect. She is chilly without a shirt and maybe Billy is a pleasant furnace of bare skin behind, that's just coincidental. ]
[His victorious snicker and his mean snicker sound alike, but he's kissing Steve's shoulder, squeezing her tight to pull her against the heat of his own bare chest and then unwinds his arms from hers to cup under each breast with his palms, lifting them up, thumbs slipping against the nipples completely, totally on accident. ]
The blue's nice, [Is what he says, which is true. Less racy, more silk. ] There's matching shorts, somewhere. Probably have one of your sweaters in the same colour.
[ That has her squirming, back arching to get into his hands that she covers with her own, far too sensitive not to squeak a bit. It's practically instantaneous, the way he makes her nipples hard and has Steve gasping in surprise. ]
[He hums, presses a kiss against her neck. Moves his thumbs again, a little meanly and presses forward, hips to back. No one ever said Billy was subtle. ] They sensitive?
[Figures yeah, if only because of the newness and those hard buds don't lie. He refrains from being immature about it, but he does squeeze gently. Testing. ]
Jesus. You turned me into your own personal babygirl and you're still surprised this body is everything you could want?
[ Steve whines under all the attention to her over-sensitive boobs by way of an answer, swatting those hands away, and twists around to wrap her arms around Billy's neck so she can kiss him quiet. What an idiot. She leans into his warmth, chasing it, and pulls on his hair. ]
I'm innocent, [he says, already misses the feel of them in his hands. But they press skin to skin and Billy licks into the kiss, slips his hands down to grip at her ass and pulls her closer. The warm, lazy build of desire starts to bloom properly in his gut, the way it always does when Steve's this close. The way it does when either Eddie or Steve get rough with his hair.
Tits or no tits, Steve's always perfect - he murmurs as much between kisses, backing her up against the counter. He kisses her lazy, dips down to kiss along her jaw, nips lightly at her neck, hands gliding to his hips and then her waist. Never subtle. ] You think you'll come as much as a girl does if I eat you out?
[ Steve is a sucker for hearing she's always considered perfect, entirely believing Billy because he's way too honest when it comes to getting what he wants. As she lets the desire build and tilts her jaw so his kisses can roam down her neck, she sighs and rakes her nails from his hair down Billy's chest. She can't help sounding a little dozy, arching into Billy with her hips as his hands travel her new curves. ]
Holy shit, I think I'm getting wet.
[ It's not like getting hard, it doesn't feel as direct, but it's still good and Steve hums as she pulls Billy closer. ]
Yeah? [He sounds a little dazed and awed by it, like somehow it's a surprise. He grins through the kisses along her throat before he lifts her onto the counter and tugs her forward. He wants to feel it; resists the temptation in favour of letting his hands drift back up to thumb over her nipples purposefully, squeezing and testing the wait before he ducks down to close his mouth over one, tongue circling before he sucks.
It's real fucking surreal, sure, but it's the best kind of exploration. He tries a little teeth to see what her reaction is, moves over to the next and glances up at her, eyes darkening with want. He's had girls come with him playing with just their tits before, and they were always so embarrassed, like it wasn't the hottest thing he's seen.
He lets them go, lets them bounce so he can tug at her shorts and her boxers, pulls them down over her thighs and god, fuck, he slips to his knees so easily for her, pushing her thighs wide to kiss the inside, mesmerised. ]
[ Steve's more sensitive than usual but she still likes the same treatment, a little teeth and lots of tongue over her nipples, gentle to drive her mad faster. She's not sure when she started gripping Billy's hair but once up on the counter she wriggles out of her clothes to help him on his quest and it's so surreal because Steve likes girls and that can't possibly be her body, can it? She doesn't recognise it, but it has incredible tits and she's naked and oh okay holy fucking goddamn. Maybe the unfamiliarity and way she's still feeling everything happening to her new body has a slightly voyeuristic hint to it.
It's like being in control of an extremely cool new car. ]
Do it.
[ Eager to feel his mouth higher, Steve spreads her legs as best she can on the counter and fists a handful of blonde curls, directing him down. ]
[Which he loves, really. Finds he can’t deny her, but he has to feel first, pressing a thumb between her folds, feels the wet, wet heat and drags it up to circle round her clit. He grins, wolfish, and bites gently at her thigh. ]
Babygirl, you’re so wet holy shit. [He wants to taste, can’t resist long before he’s nosing into the brown curls, murmuring play with them before he swipes his tongue along her, pulling her in by the ass. She still tastes like Steve, and that his him groaning, has him fully hard in his own shorts. Has him circling a figure eight against her clit, easing a finger inside before he sucks, like he can’t get enough.
He barely comes up for air; he eats her out like he’s made for it, listens to every moan, every sigh and every demand. Learns, leans into what makes her sing. ]
[ Steve absolutely loses her mind. It's nothing like getting her dick sucked and has her thighs weakening the moment he starts playing with her clit, dropping back on an arm and then onto her back as Billy licks his way over her in a way she can't draws a comparison with (not even the obvious). He's everywhere. ]
Billy! Christ, Billy!
[ When he slides a finger inside she clamps down on it immediately and cries out, head tossing back while he mouths over her clit, and she almost drives her thighs into either side of his head. The way she wails is still Steve-like, unconcerned with who might hear her soaking his finger and shuddering for him with such immediate ease, as is the way she whimpers his name. ]
[Some primal part of his brain wishes she would clamp her thighs around his head. Billy’s always loves using his mouth; always loved the way he could use his tongue to drive a girl or a boy wild, bring them undone and wailing. Steve’s so fucking loud, still, and Billy loves that too - fucks into her with a crooked finger, slow to start, to let her get used to the feeling.
He flattens his tongue against her clit, lets her buck up onto it before he sucks it back in, lavishes at her and grunts, moans. He shifts, kisses her hip and presses the pad of his thumb against her clit, sucks in a breath through his nose and looks up through his eyelashes. Watches the way she writhes, the way her tits and rock and bounce. ]
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[He's holding up the shorts, gesturing. He's innocent, absolutely has done nothing wrong in his life ever, except maybe call Steve babygirl. The incredulity can only last so long though, and Billy's lowering the shorts, looking. Maybe wincing at the mere thought of a dick vanishing.
The hair is longer, hips wider and - christ. He's stepping forward, eyes drifting down then back up, catching the inside of his cheek between his teeth. He's trying not to grin. ] You look kind of hot. Lemme see.
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[ Steve holds her hands up and turns around on the spot, huffing as she snatches the shorts Billy is flapping around and shoves them in a pocket. Stop waving underwear around!! ]
I can summon shit when people need it, I know this is the same kind of crap because it felt the same. [ She narrows her eyes, hooking a finger in the collar of his shirt to sidle in close, chest bumping up against his. ] Did you think about me being a girl? About some of those?
[ With a pointed glance down. ]
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[The tongue is against his teeth, a hand reaching for Steve's waist and god help him because he's glancing again, because it's. Stevie has a chest. ] I mean, I'm not complaining. Babygirl suits you.
[He's - she's - still so goddamn pretty, and how is that fair? Long hair, soft tits, a waist he can grab - how does Steve Harrington get to win the genetics lottery on both sides of the coin.]
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[ When she's done bouncing on the spot to shake him, as if she could have any effect that way. ]
I don't want to be a girl, they go through so much shit! Robin told me!
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[He's pretty sure Eddie will deliver on that front if Billy ends up too distracted by tits. Which, he already is - so much he grabs her by the waist with both hands to keep her still. Steve, please. ]
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[ The accusation would hold more weight if she wasn't still in his arms and red-faced, huffing instead of being genuinely angry (instead of irritated). ]
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[The curious head tilt is a sign of danger; it's a lot easier to walk Steve backwards like this, slowly like he's caught his favourite kind of prey. ]
I mean if they're mine, I guess I gotta look after 'em. Don't worry, babygirl, I've got you.
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[None of these things sound like a problem, honestly. They just sound like opportunities to be measured and used. ]
It's like, for science. [Oh noooo, his hands are creeping under Steve's shirt. ] I'll be good.
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[ Steve smacks that hand, shouldering her way to squirrel out of his hold. That pile of lingerie is looking promising. ]
I need a bra, damn it! You stay there, I have to try this shit on.
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[It's a real pathetic whine, but alas, off Steve goes from his grasp. It's fine, it's fine. What's just as good as bare boobies? Laced up boobies. This is also a win. ]
You're a goddamn cocktease. Fine.
[He'll wait on the couch. If his shirt is missing when Steve's done, well. Maybe it's hot. ]
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[ Steve tosses her coat at Billy then, every bit as unselfconscious as usual, she strips her tshirt off and stands there half-naked glaring at the lingerie piles. It's all very nicely folded but she ferrets through with a grumble, bringing pieces of this and that up to measure them against the size of her significantly larger-than-usual tits. ]
Stupid goddamn boobies.
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They're real nice, is the thing, and most of what Billy gets in the mail is designed to be as slutty and useless as possible in the support department. Some are fine, but then again, he's got nothing to support.
After a while - and he's good, he gives Steve a solid five minutes of peace - he's up again, slipping up behind her to wrap his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. Presses a nice little kiss against Steve's cheek. ] None of 'em are gonna fit right, but they'll keep 'em up.
[The view is better here, looking down at the swell of them where they hang and bounce a little, and sue him, he's a just a man. A man who knows they'd look pretty bouncing if Steve rode him.
He presses another chaste little kiss to Steve's jaw, murmurs against her ear:] I mean, I could hold 'em up too.
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Fine. I'm cold, man.
[ Steve shivers for effect. She is chilly without a shirt and maybe Billy is a pleasant furnace of bare skin behind, that's just coincidental. ]
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The blue's nice, [Is what he says, which is true. Less racy, more silk. ] There's matching shorts, somewhere. Probably have one of your sweaters in the same colour.
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[ That has her squirming, back arching to get into his hands that she covers with her own, far too sensitive not to squeak a bit. It's practically instantaneous, the way he makes her nipples hard and has Steve gasping in surprise. ]
Holy shit, this is wild.
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[He hums, presses a kiss against her neck. Moves his thumbs again, a little meanly and presses forward, hips to back. No one ever said Billy was subtle. ] They sensitive?
[Figures yeah, if only because of the newness and those hard buds don't lie. He refrains from being immature about it, but he does squeeze gently. Testing. ]
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[ Steve whines under all the attention to her over-sensitive boobs by way of an answer, swatting those hands away, and twists around to wrap her arms around Billy's neck so she can kiss him quiet. What an idiot. She leans into his warmth, chasing it, and pulls on his hair. ]
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Tits or no tits, Steve's always perfect - he murmurs as much between kisses, backing her up against the counter. He kisses her lazy, dips down to kiss along her jaw, nips lightly at her neck, hands gliding to his hips and then her waist. Never subtle. ] You think you'll come as much as a girl does if I eat you out?
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Holy shit, I think I'm getting wet.
[ It's not like getting hard, it doesn't feel as direct, but it's still good and Steve hums as she pulls Billy closer. ]
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It's real fucking surreal, sure, but it's the best kind of exploration. He tries a little teeth to see what her reaction is, moves over to the next and glances up at her, eyes darkening with want. He's had girls come with him playing with just their tits before, and they were always so embarrassed, like it wasn't the hottest thing he's seen.
He lets them go, lets them bounce so he can tug at her shorts and her boxers, pulls them down over her thighs and god, fuck, he slips to his knees so easily for her, pushing her thighs wide to kiss the inside, mesmerised. ]
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[ Steve's more sensitive than usual but she still likes the same treatment, a little teeth and lots of tongue over her nipples, gentle to drive her mad faster. She's not sure when she started gripping Billy's hair but once up on the counter she wriggles out of her clothes to help him on his quest and it's so surreal because Steve likes girls and that can't possibly be her body, can it? She doesn't recognise it, but it has incredible tits and she's naked and oh okay holy fucking goddamn. Maybe the unfamiliarity and way she's still feeling everything happening to her new body has a slightly voyeuristic hint to it.
It's like being in control of an extremely cool new car. ]
Do it.
[ Eager to feel his mouth higher, Steve spreads her legs as best she can on the counter and fists a handful of blonde curls, directing him down. ]
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[Which he loves, really. Finds he can’t deny her, but he has to feel first, pressing a thumb between her folds, feels the wet, wet heat and drags it up to circle round her clit. He grins, wolfish, and bites gently at her thigh. ]
Babygirl, you’re so wet holy shit. [He wants to taste, can’t resist long before he’s nosing into the brown curls, murmuring play with them before he swipes his tongue along her, pulling her in by the ass. She still tastes like Steve, and that his him groaning, has him fully hard in his own shorts. Has him circling a figure eight against her clit, easing a finger inside before he sucks, like he can’t get enough.
He barely comes up for air; he eats her out like he’s made for it, listens to every moan, every sigh and every demand. Learns, leans into what makes her sing. ]
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Billy! Christ, Billy!
[ When he slides a finger inside she clamps down on it immediately and cries out, head tossing back while he mouths over her clit, and she almost drives her thighs into either side of his head. The way she wails is still Steve-like, unconcerned with who might hear her soaking his finger and shuddering for him with such immediate ease, as is the way she whimpers his name. ]
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He flattens his tongue against her clit, lets her buck up onto it before he sucks it back in, lavishes at her and grunts, moans. He shifts, kisses her hip and presses the pad of his thumb against her clit, sucks in a breath through his nose and looks up through his eyelashes. Watches the way she writhes, the way her tits and rock and bounce. ]
You think you can take two fingers, baby? For me?
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