[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. ]
[ What if she dies, she thinks, because she came so hard her mind exploded? Body too. Just rubble, that's what she is now, a broken useless thing entirely enslaved to Billy's fingers and mouth. ]
Y-Yes.
[ Christ, it's embarrassing, dripping over his hand like that as she nods and paws through his hair, gasping loudly whenever he lavishes attention on her clit. One arm wraps around herself to hug her tits close, palming at one because Steve has always liked boobs, can't say she doesn't even when they're hers, and plays with herself as she rocks down toward Billy. ]
Good girl, [and it’s hard to say if he means because she’s said yes, or because the way she plays with herself is so distracting. He watches her while eases a second finger in, dips down after a beat to flatten his tongue back against her, and fucks her languid, lazy.
He gives her more than a moment to adjust; makes sure his tongue working against her clit when he starts to drive his fingers in faster, harder. Makes sure he’s right there to distract from any discomfort, but Steve takes it well. Some unhinged part of Billy thinks Steve was probably made for the express purpose of being fucked good. He’s almost dizzy with it.
He wants those tits back in his mouth, but he also wants to feel this orgasm on his tongue; wants her legs over his shoulders, wants her to use him to get it. He alternates between his fingers and tongue, fucks inside until his chin and lips are drenched, until his tongue and fingers slip and fuck with ease.
His cock aches in his shorts, twitches with every sound she makes - thinks he needs her to see how hot she gets him after he’s got her thighs shaking. ]
[ Wait until she's a guy again, there will be no mercy. Currently though, Steve is quaking through her first orgasm as a woman and crying out to fill the apartment with the rowdy noise of it as she soaks over Billy's tongue and fingers, coming hard and groaning as the pleasure lingers. She squirms, tugging on his hair, and her thighs shake as she lets the shudders ripple through her. ]
Oh my God, ohmyGod, Billy ... You've gotta be so hard right now, holy shit. I would be.
[ Steve tries to sit up, reaching for him. Every twitch makes her gasp, legs trying to close. ]
Fuck, yeah - yeah okay. Condoms are in the bedroom -
[He’s kissing her first, pulls her close by the hips and it’s bruising, utterly devoted. His dick is solid through his shorts and he sighs into her mouth, rocks up the oversensitive wet heat of her and grins. ]
Wanna have you sit on my face after you ride me. No fucking joke, holy shit.
[ Steve bitches and moans, literally, as they kiss and she wraps her arms around his neck to hold on. She tries curling her legs around him and dragging him against the heat of her, making a mess of his shorts as they rock together. ]
You guys are always clean, why do we always use condoms? I got tested like a week ago, Billy, [ murmuring through a pout, Steve kisses him slowly and complains around the sticky slide of their mouths with her own taste between them, ] it doesn't matter how many times I say it. I want everything.
[He groans into her mouth, his traitorous dick jumping at the mere thought of going in raw, hard - ]
Jesus, Steve.
[He huffs a breath, rocks into her and swallows, thinks his dick is doing most of the decision making now. ] Okay, okay, fuck. No condom, c’mon.
[It’s just as easy to drag his own shorts down, then picks her up, face right between those damn tits. He’s overloaded, honestly. Falls back onto the couch with Steve on him and drags her down for another bruising kiss. Palms over the curve of her ass and spanks lightly before he traces down to thumb back over, dragging over her clit. It’s a little mean, but the wet slick is enough to make jerking his dick a little easier. It’s enough to mean that when he eases her up by the hips and pulls her down onto him, it’s got enough slip to make the descent smooth.
He’s still mesmerised; can’t tear his eyes away from her, from her chest, from the way she slides on his dick. He half wishes Eddie were here, feels like he’s being a little greedy by not sharing. ]
[ Steve barks out a laugh as Billy hoists her up into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist as he lumbers them over to the couch. Steve has a generally decent idea of how the female body works so he knows that Billy knows what he's doing when he teases her, rubbing over her clit so Steve is a gasping, moaning mess long before Billy deigns to help her onto her knees. She thinks she might do this sometime when she's a man, get herself all lubed-up and prepped so that Billy and Eddie can use her without needing to do a single thing, and when she sinks down over Billy's cock it's definitely an idea that drives home because it feels amazing to have his dick be the first thing inside her, minor foreplay notwithstanding. She tightens up and whines, bouncing on his lap to help work him deeper, his hair clumped in her fists at the back of his neck as she gains the leverage to do so.
Steve rakes her own hair back once she's seated, following it down her chest to palm a breast and put on a little show as Billy's reward for being so good to her. When she squeezes him it makes her squeal through a strained breath and she grows slicker over his cock, shuddering all around him. ]
Here I am, Billy, you found me at last. [ Smiling sharp as a knife, Steve kisses him softly to counteract the lewd way her body is milking his cock, barely moving, ] The king of Hawkins High.
[That earns Steve a cackle, earns her a hard drive up of his hips, fingers tight on her waist, teeth white and wet with his grin. The king of Hawkins High seems like such a far away concept, seems like another life now. Billy had wanted blood then; had wanted to bring out something ugly in Steve that would mirror his own ugliness, his own anger and desperation. Billy had wanted - needed - to win, because winning meant he'd have control over something at last.
He'd needed to win, too, because Steve had been so unattainable. Something to want, to hate, to pine for, to focus all the restless energy on.
It's almost funny that he gets to focus all that restless on Steve still. Maybe he's glad he died, because if he hadn't, would he have this?
Steve's still so pretty; so drop dead gorgeous bouncing on his lap. So inherently perfect and good and his. Billy kisses her, lifts her up to chase her with a drive up of his hips. Watches her palm over his tits, tilts his head back to hiss out a ffffuck yes when she squeezes around him. ] I think King Steve had more fight in him -
[More to prove. He shifts, slumps down to really drive his hips up, slips a hand down between them to press his thumb over her clit, giving her something to rut against with each roll of her hips.]
[ It's fun in a way Steve is still getting used to with Billy and Eddie both, smirking when they find a way to move together that lets Billy misbehave. A flame of something rushes up Steve's back as Billy goads her and she decides to be less nice, more forceful, snatching up his wrists (as much as she likes the attention to her clit, it's mind-meltingly distracting) to pin them to the couch behind his head, rolling her hips and groaning as she controls the pace. Hard and deep, making her thighs tense and breasts bounce, but it's doubly satisfying to be the one controlling the way Billy gets to fuck. ]
You think I have nothing left to prove? That's sweet.
[He doesn't resist; laughs as his hands are pinned, feels his breath stuttering when she takes control, forces him to fuck at her pace instead of his own. There's something about giving up control that does it for him, he's finding. Maybe it's the trust; maybe it's the knowing that Billy could take it back at a whim, and chooses not to. It's something for his future therapist to decipher: Billy just fucking loves the way Steve uses him. ]
You think you got something to prove to me, babygirl?
[It's vocalised like a challenge, but christ, fuck, Steve has nothing to prove. Billy's his, and Eddie's, and he doesn't care about anything else. ] Fuck - you feel amazing, holy shit - [He's distracted for a second by how wet she is, how deep she's got him. Under her hands, his fingers twitch, eager to touch, to pull. But he's good, he stays put. He wets his lips.] I think if you wanna prove something, you should prove you can ride me faster -
Frustrated at being teased, she snaps her hips back and forth to keep a constant drag over Billy's cock, relentless about it as she half-glares, half-kisses him, torn between the two while taking away his physical autonomy. She makes herself breathless with it but it's so, so worth it for the way the power dynamic shift in her favour, shutting him up so all he can do is lose himself in the pleasure of her body as she takes care of him.
Steve bites Billy's lip, lashing it with a lick, all to mirror the way she rolls her hips to sink over the tip of his cock again and again. ]
[It doesn't take long to reduce Billy to nothing but grunts and pants, half-hearted complaints and more sincere needy whines. It doesn't take much either; he's always liked watching a girl ride him. Liked the way they would bounce on his dick, the way they might lose themselves chasing their own pleasure: it's different with Steve. Steve's making a point, he thinks. Steve's giving him a taste of that old competitive nature that made him so popular.
Billy's half in love already, he might be the other way there by the end of this.
Still, there's a point - a point where he's gritting his teeth, forcing his hips to stay slow, or still, where he twitches under her hands, itching to grab and touch. He distracts himself with kissing her, and its enough until it isn't. The little aggressions set his blood hot, awaken that thing inside of him that likes to be mean, that likes to win.
But he can ask nicely, first. He can be her good boy.] Let me touch you, Stevie. Let me, please.
[ Stevie. It's cute, she likes the nickname that he whines as she rides him to distraction and decides it's worth letting him have his way. She releases her grip on his wrists to wrap her arms around his neck and arch in, soft heavy breasts hemming Billy in, the way Steve gasps and bucks down with less of a controlled rhythm telling tales about her stamina. It feels way too good, different to having sex as a man, but incredible in its own way. ]
Keep going, don't stop, don't stop, I'm almost ...
[The small victories are reduced down to coherent sentences, in the end. He grabs at her ass with one hand, snaps his hips up hard, fast, catches his lip with his teeth as he sinks down a little, thighs spreading.
The other thumb sneaks back down, settles at her clit and circles slow, mostly there to let her grind against with each roll of her hips. He’s close too; can feel it pooling in his gut, in the frantic way he wants to rail into her until they’re blurred together.
He grunts, half buries his face in her tits while leaning forward to mouth at her throat. ] Come on, come for me baby - I’ve got you -
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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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Y-Yes.
[ Christ, it's embarrassing, dripping over his hand like that as she nods and paws through his hair, gasping loudly whenever he lavishes attention on her clit. One arm wraps around herself to hug her tits close, palming at one because Steve has always liked boobs, can't say she doesn't even when they're hers, and plays with herself as she rocks down toward Billy. ]
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He gives her more than a moment to adjust; makes sure his tongue working against her clit when he starts to drive his fingers in faster, harder. Makes sure he’s right there to distract from any discomfort, but Steve takes it well. Some unhinged part of Billy thinks Steve was probably made for the express purpose of being fucked good. He’s almost dizzy with it.
He wants those tits back in his mouth, but he also wants to feel this orgasm on his tongue; wants her legs over his shoulders, wants her to use him to get it. He alternates between his fingers and tongue, fucks inside until his chin and lips are drenched, until his tongue and fingers slip and fuck with ease.
His cock aches in his shorts, twitches with every sound she makes - thinks he needs her to see how hot she gets him after he’s got her thighs shaking. ]
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[ Wait until she's a guy again, there will be no mercy. Currently though, Steve is quaking through her first orgasm as a woman and crying out to fill the apartment with the rowdy noise of it as she soaks over Billy's tongue and fingers, coming hard and groaning as the pleasure lingers. She squirms, tugging on his hair, and her thighs shake as she lets the shudders ripple through her. ]
Oh my God, ohmyGod, Billy ... You've gotta be so hard right now, holy shit. I would be.
[ Steve tries to sit up, reaching for him. Every twitch makes her gasp, legs trying to close. ]
C-Couch, it's closet. Wanna ride you.
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[He’s kissing her first, pulls her close by the hips and it’s bruising, utterly devoted. His dick is solid through his shorts and he sighs into her mouth, rocks up the oversensitive wet heat of her and grins. ]
Wanna have you sit on my face after you ride me. No fucking joke, holy shit.
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You guys are always clean, why do we always use condoms? I got tested like a week ago, Billy, [ murmuring through a pout, Steve kisses him slowly and complains around the sticky slide of their mouths with her own taste between them, ] it doesn't matter how many times I say it. I want everything.
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Jesus, Steve.
[He huffs a breath, rocks into her and swallows, thinks his dick is doing most of the decision making now. ] Okay, okay, fuck. No condom, c’mon.
[It’s just as easy to drag his own shorts down, then picks her up, face right between those damn tits. He’s overloaded, honestly. Falls back onto the couch with Steve on him and drags her down for another bruising kiss. Palms over the curve of her ass and spanks lightly before he traces down to thumb back over, dragging over her clit. It’s a little mean, but the wet slick is enough to make jerking his dick a little easier. It’s enough to mean that when he eases her up by the hips and pulls her down onto him, it’s got enough slip to make the descent smooth.
He’s still mesmerised; can’t tear his eyes away from her, from her chest, from the way she slides on his dick. He half wishes Eddie were here, feels like he’s being a little greedy by not sharing. ]
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Steve rakes her own hair back once she's seated, following it down her chest to palm a breast and put on a little show as Billy's reward for being so good to her. When she squeezes him it makes her squeal through a strained breath and she grows slicker over his cock, shuddering all around him. ]
Here I am, Billy, you found me at last. [ Smiling sharp as a knife, Steve kisses him softly to counteract the lewd way her body is milking his cock, barely moving, ] The king of Hawkins High.
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He'd needed to win, too, because Steve had been so unattainable. Something to want, to hate, to pine for, to focus all the restless energy on.
It's almost funny that he gets to focus all that restless on Steve still. Maybe he's glad he died, because if he hadn't, would he have this?
Steve's still so pretty; so drop dead gorgeous bouncing on his lap. So inherently perfect and good and his. Billy kisses her, lifts her up to chase her with a drive up of his hips. Watches her palm over his tits, tilts his head back to hiss out a ffffuck yes when she squeezes around him. ] I think King Steve had more fight in him -
[More to prove. He shifts, slumps down to really drive his hips up, slips a hand down between them to press his thumb over her clit, giving her something to rut against with each roll of her hips.]
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You think I have nothing left to prove? That's sweet.
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You think you got something to prove to me, babygirl?
[It's vocalised like a challenge, but christ, fuck, Steve has nothing to prove. Billy's his, and Eddie's, and he doesn't care about anything else. ] Fuck - you feel amazing, holy shit - [He's distracted for a second by how wet she is, how deep she's got him. Under her hands, his fingers twitch, eager to touch, to pull. But he's good, he stays put. He wets his lips.] I think if you wanna prove something, you should prove you can ride me faster -
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Frustrated at being teased, she snaps her hips back and forth to keep a constant drag over Billy's cock, relentless about it as she half-glares, half-kisses him, torn between the two while taking away his physical autonomy. She makes herself breathless with it but it's so, so worth it for the way the power dynamic shift in her favour, shutting him up so all he can do is lose himself in the pleasure of her body as she takes care of him.
Steve bites Billy's lip, lashing it with a lick, all to mirror the way she rolls her hips to sink over the tip of his cock again and again. ]
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Billy's half in love already, he might be the other way there by the end of this.
Still, there's a point - a point where he's gritting his teeth, forcing his hips to stay slow, or still, where he twitches under her hands, itching to grab and touch. He distracts himself with kissing her, and its enough until it isn't. The little aggressions set his blood hot, awaken that thing inside of him that likes to be mean, that likes to win.
But he can ask nicely, first. He can be her good boy.] Let me touch you, Stevie. Let me, please.
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Keep going, don't stop, don't stop, I'm almost ...
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[The small victories are reduced down to coherent sentences, in the end. He grabs at her ass with one hand, snaps his hips up hard, fast, catches his lip with his teeth as he sinks down a little, thighs spreading.
The other thumb sneaks back down, settles at her clit and circles slow, mostly there to let her grind against with each roll of her hips. He’s close too; can feel it pooling in his gut, in the frantic way he wants to rail into her until they’re blurred together.
He grunts, half buries his face in her tits while leaning forward to mouth at her throat. ] Come on, come for me baby - I’ve got you -