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A party.
How else does something like this even happen?
It’s a game of spin the bottle where you get to kiss both Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove. You were plenty happy repeating the cycle until one of the girls complained how this felt so middle school and you guys were all out of school at this point. And it wasn’t a secret that Billy and Steve didn’t get along, but with the haze of marijuana smoke and the buzz of alcohol, they were hanging out. Alone in this basement where the spin the bottle game took place, which was packed until everyone but the two boys evacuated upstairs. You made your way back down here out of curiosity and subconsciously searching for them both. They were talking about sports, which seemed… fitting.
Their attention turned to you as if they could just feel you walking down the stairs.
“Oh, hi, you,” Billy purred, his voice as cool as can be. Flirty, even.
Steve waved, fingers holding onto a joint. “Come sit,” he invites and you comply easily.
Parties weren’t typically your thing but you’d made it your New Year’s resolution to get out more, socialize. And that’s exactly what you were doing.
Steve offers the joint and because of your nerves, you accept. Though you take the smallest hit. Preferring the feeling of alcohol to that of being stoned.
“You having fun?” Steve asks, stretching his legs out and then his arms. One of his arms ends up behind your shoulders and you can’t help but lean into it.
You nod, sipping from your red solo cup, “Yeah, I think so. I don’t really go to parties a lot.”
“Me either,” Billy says but it sounds like a lie. He snatches the joint from your fingertips and suddenly he’s a lot closer. So now you’re just sitting between these two beautiful boys.
Your body feels electric, energy pulsing throughout every vein. Just from being so close to them. Billy hits the joint, drops it in his beer bottle and sets it on the coffee table before settling back on the couch. His thigh is pressed against yours and your eyes scan it, observing how thick they are in his jeans. As you’re doing that, Steve’s fingers start playing with your hair. You’re sure that your face is ten shades of crimson. Sure that they can smell the nervousness from you, perhaps even the arousal that’s quickly building up. They make eye contact with each other, exchange confident smirks and they look at you.
“Did you have fun playing spin the bottle?” Steve questions, leans close to you and you can feel his breath fan against your face.
A giggle erupts from you, “Yeah. I was happy with how it went.”
Billy chuckles, “Yeah? Which one of us?”
You bite your lip and take a deep breath before you answer honestly, “Both. Really happy with both.”
“Who was better?” Steve asks, a playful frown on his face.
You can’t help the second eruption of giggles, “I don’t know! Both of you were very good.”
They seem to be very competitive. Billy’s hand meets your thigh and he squeezes at the same time Steve’s hand lightly grips the back of your neck.
“You can be honest,” Billy purrs, “Steve won’t get mad if you say I was better.”
“Yeah I will,” Steve snorts, “Cause that would be a lie.”
Billy gives a roll of his eyes paired with a scoff, “Oh, come on, Harrington. Don’t guilt her into saying you.”
“Both were so good! I promise. Equally,” you squeak, glancing between their faces.
Steve frowns again, “We need a tie breaker.”
Billy’s brows raise, his blue eyes meeting yours and you’re a little stunned by how pretty his eyelashes are. Then he says, “More like a refresher.”
“You guys wanna kiss me again?” you blurt out, reeling from the realization.
“Yeah, we definitely need a rematch ‘cause I’m way better,” Steve replies like it’s the most obvious thing.
“Okay,” you agree because what, are you gonna say no to kissing them again?
Steve’s the first to lean in, moves his hand that’s not on your neck to grip your chin and turn you towards him. His lips meet yours and they’re so soft and full. They capture your top lip between them and he kisses you slowly. It’s much longer than the kiss during the game. Steve takes his time, the hand holding your chin moves to hold your jaw and you kiss back as best as you can. Even though you’re dazed from it all. Feels kind of like your body is floating up, up and away but Billy’s hand squeezes your thigh and you’re brought back down to the couch. Steve lightly swipes his tongue along your lip but it’s nothing deeper. Then he pulls away.
You’re out of breath, smiling all dazed and starry eyed at him. Steve’s pretty, you think to yourself. But Billy’s voice interrupts the moment, “That was weak.”
He takes his turn then, grips your jaw and pulls your face towards his. Billy kisses a lot more filthy than Steve. He licks into your mouth, connects your lips and then bites your bottom lip. Tugs it before soothing it again with his tongue. And the kiss keeps going. You swear you feel Steve pushing your head into it. But you hear him complain.
“Hey, no fair, we didn’t set rules. I didn’t know I could use tongue.”
It’s all a little much, your body is on fire and you’re squirming in your seat. Arousal sits heavy in your thighs, crawling up to your core. No doubt soaking your underwear. Attention from one cute boy is a lot but from two is driving you insane. Billy’s still kissing you, ignoring Steve’s complaint. And Steve’s hand hasn’t moved from your neck.
When Billy finally does pull away, he smirks at you and then addresses Steve’s comment, “I used tongue during the fucking game. Keep up.”
“Okay, well, I didn’t so I get to go again,” Steve says, shrugging his shoulders.
“Be my guest, pretty boy,” Billy scoffs.
You’re still dazed from the kiss Billy gave you but Steve’s turning you towards him and you’re definitely not gonna complain. Steve’s second turn starts slow, like his first did but soon, he’s licking into your mouth like Billy did. Though it’s a lot more tentative. Not as sloppy, though you liked the way Billy kissed. Steve just feels a lot more contained. Though, his hand drops from your jaw to your chest and he feels you up over your shirt.
“Woah, hey! Foul, that’s definitely a foul, Harrington!”
Steve ignores him but you can feel him smile into the kiss, and he squeezes your breast. A moan slips out of you and then you feel it, Billy’s hand on your other breast. And you’re overwhelmed so you push Steve back.
You try to catch your breath and they pull their hands away. Steve’s the first to talk.
“Was that okay?”
You giggle, because it’s more than okay. You just feel like you’re going to melt into a puddle on this couch.
“Yeah, no, it’s great. I need to catch my breath,” you tell them with another giggle.
They laugh too, soft and sweet.
“So who wins?” Billy asks.
Before you can answer, “She needed to catch her breath after mine so I think—“
“You’re both very good at this,” you interrupt Steve.
Billy rests his head on your shoulder, “We can be really good at other stuff too.”
Steve says, “Well, maybe not here. It’s kinda open.”
“What do you mean?” you ask.
Billy smirks, “I know what you mean. But where?”
Steve shrugs and scoots back, “I mean, my parents are out of town. Empty house.”
The blonde laughs and turns to you, “You up for it?”
You don’t even question it, you’d love to go to Steve’s house. So you nod.
“Who is she riding with?” Steve asks as he stands.
You open your mouth, but close it. You’re not sure you could pick. Billy chews on his lower lip, “Drama. She’ll have to ride with you. I’ll follow.”
You follow Steve up the stairs and to his BMW. Billy hangs back for a bit, but he’s behind you guys in due time.
“Drama?” You ask Steve and he shrugs as he starts up his car.
“Girl drama, I assume,” he checks behind him to make sure Billy’s in his car before he turns onto the road. His house isn’t far up from the party. You’re stunned by how big his house is, Billy seems equally impressed. He whistles as he walks up the driveway.
“Pretty boy with the giant house.”
Steve rolls his eyes, puts his arm around your shoulders as you walk into his house. Billy’s close behind. They don’t waste time, once the doors are closed, Billy is leaning against them and pulls your back against his chest. His hands feel you up. Squeezing your breasts in his hands and his lips trail along your jaw towards your ear. Steve looks at the pair of you, lifting a brow before he’s putting his hands on your waist. His eyes drop down to wear Billy is groping you and his lip quirks up, “That feel nice?”
You nod, biting your lip as you stare at Steve’s pretty face. Billy’s body is warm and rigid against your back, his hands firm on your chest. He squeezes before he pulls your top down, exposing you to Steve.
“How do they look, Harrington?” Billy’s low voice rings against your ear, makes your thighs tingle and warm up.
Steve’s smiling, squeezes at your hips, “Real pretty. Fuck, you should get a look.”
Then Steve’s turning you, so your back is against him and Billy can see your exposed tits. It feels nice being ogled by them, to be wanted by these two gorgeous men.
“Oh, fuck,” Billy says with a smile. “Get on your knees, pretty girl.”
You do what you’re told, with the aid of Steve’s hand. You’re whining as you watch Billy’s hands go for his belt. He undoes it and starts unbuttoning his pants, he pulls his cock out and you look up at him from your knees.
Billy clicks his tongue and turns to Steve, “You, too, pretty boy. She can suck us both off.”
Steve listens, works quickly to pull himself out as well. You wrap a hand around each of their cocks, working them slowly in deliberate strokes. Steve lets out a high pitched and breathy moan, Billy laughs softly but nods. You give a lick to Steve’s tip first and then to Billy’s. Repeating that motion over and over before sinking down on Billy’s cock, stroking Steve’s with your hand. It’s difficult to keep up with both of them but you’re determined. Plus, you’re sure this is just the beginning.
The boys make equally pretty sounds, but remarkably different ones. Steve’s are soft and whiny and Billy’s are low and guttural. The sight of them both looking down at you with such eagerness and pleasure in their eyes sends you spiraling. Your hands shake, your thighs shake, your ankles shake. But you wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else right now.
“That’s right,” Billy growls out, “as deep as you can.”
As you take Billy’s cock deep in your throat, you look over to Steve’s length in your hand and wonder how you’re going to be able to take him. He’s longer than Billy but not as thick. That’s a problem for later because Billy is sliding his fingers in your hair and holding your head steady as he thrusts. Shallow thrusts. Little grunts fall from his pretty, pink lips as he does it. You’ve lost your focus, the hand wrapped around Steve fails to move but he doesn’t complain. Just watches you work, or rather watches Billy fuck your mouth.
“I want a turn,” Steve says, his voice sounding wrecked with want.
Billy rolls his eyes but he pulls out of your mouth, lets go of your hair. You move towards Steve then, wrapping your lips around his tip before sinking down. Well, as far as you can go, which isn’t much. Steve’s hips don’t move forward like Billy’s and he doesn’t grab onto your hair like Billy did. But he pushes it back, runs his hand through it as a breathy gasp falls from him. You make sure to get your hand wrapped around Billy’s shaft, trying to stroke him at a reasonable pace as you swallow down Steve’s length. There’s no way you can get it all the way down like you could with Billy, but Steve’s much gentler anyways.
After a minute or so, Billy’s pulling you off of Steve and onto your feet. Looks to Steve and says, “Where’s your bedroom, Harrington?”
Steve tucks himself back into his pants before guiding you and Billy upstairs to his bedroom. Billy laughs when you get inside, as he looks around.
“Your curtains match your wallpaper,” he says, like it’s a joke.
Steve ignores him, presses his hand to your bicep and asks, “Are you having fun?”
You nod enthusiastically.
Then Steve asks, “You want to do this, right?”
Billy looks at Steve suspiciously, then. But he doesn’t say anything.
You nod again but Steve says, “Can you use your words, babygirl?”
It makes your face feel hot, but if Steve wants you to say it out loud, you will.
“Yes, I want to do this, Steve.”
“Good,” he smiles, warmly. “At any point, if you want to stop, please tell us. If we do anything to make you uncomfortable or go too far, let us know and we’ll stop.”
You can’t imagine wanting them to stop, but you nod nevertheless and tell Steve, “Okay. I will. I promise.”
“That’s a good girl,” Steve strokes your cheekbone and leans in to give you a sweet kiss. “Why don’t you lay down?”
You do as you're told, looking up at Steve's ceiling with a big smile spreading across your face. Then you feel a pair of hands taking your bottoms and underwear off. Big hands graze across the expanse of your thighs and you feel weight on the bed, like one of them is joining you on it. Upon lifting your head, you see it’s Billy who joined you. On his knees. He’s pulling his cock out of his pants again, looking at you with a smirk. As he moves close, you prop yourself up on your elbows so you can take him in your mouth easier. From this position, you see Steve between your legs. As you wrap your lips around Billy’s tip, Steve leans down and licks a broad stripe up your slit. The hot, wetness of his tongue pulls a moan from you, the sound vibrating against Billy’s girth. He groans, biting his lip as he looks down at you. Hunger in his pretty blue eyes.
Steve’s big hands squeeze your thighs as he laps at your folds. His tongue dances up and down. It feels heavenly and you’re distracted by it until Billy’s tapping his thumb against your cheek.
“Don’t let him distract you too much, doll,” Billy says with a warning look, “Or I’ll have to make him stop.”
Steve makes a sound, one of protest you think but he doesn’t pull away. He continues licking at your swollen pussy. And Steve’s really good at that. Pressure already building in the pit of your stomach. But you try to be good for Billy. Swallowing around his length as you take him deeper, blinking up at him. You like the heaviness on your tongue, you like the way Billy looks down at you. His lips parting and his own tongue swiping across his bottom lip.
“That’s it,” he groans out, “Atta girl.”
Steve finds your clit, then. Works his tongue against it in a way you’ve never felt in your life. It makes your eyes roll back and moans pour from you. Billy inhales sharply, smiling wide as he watches you.
This is probably what heaven is like, you think. Steve’s fingertips circle around your entrance before he sinks in a single digit. It makes your back arch and as a result, has you taking Billy even deeper. His fingers curl into your hair, holding you there and you have to breathe through your nose. You smell cologne, a musky and spicy scent on Billy’s pubic hair. Super pleasant, you think. You hum happily around him.
Steve curls his finger up and it brushes against that deep, spongy spot inside. Your hands grip his bedspread, your legs spreading a little wider for him. Billy pulls you off his cock, but rubs his against your face. He makes these choked, breathy and happy sounds as he does it before he laughs.
“What a good little slut,” Billy purrs.
Steve pulls off of you then and looks up like he’s about to say something but you’re moaning, smiling up at Billy. You think Steve was going to make sure you were okay with that kind of thing. But once he sees you are, his mouth is back on you. Which pulls yet another moan from you. Then he slides in another finger. Your eyes roll back.
“Open, tongue out,” you hear Billy say and feel his cock against your lips. So you do what he says, eyes opening back to look at him as he slaps his cock against your tongue. “Hmm,” he hums, “Good at doing what you’re told, huh?”
“Y-yes,” you stutter out, slurred from having your tongue out.
It makes Billy laugh, but it’s short lived because Steve curls his fingers and licks against you harder. Which makes you tilt your head back as a breathless moan is ripped from you.
“Oh,” Billy says, “You close already?”
You are, and you attempt to say as much but Steve’s doubling down. Working hard to get you there, fingers curling up every time he pumps them inside and his tongue is working wonders against your clit. You cum around his digits, squeezing them tight as you cry out and arch your back.
“Huh,” Billy scoffs, looks down at Steve and says, “Guess they weren’t exaggerating.”
When you come down, Steve pulls away and looks at Billy, “What did you say?”
“Nothing, just… a lot of talk about you doing uh, that and to be honest, I thought everyone was bullshitting.”
Steve laughs, smirks even and shrugs, “They don’t call me King Steve for no reason.”
“Didn’t realize that was the reason,” Billy snorts.
“Helps that I like doing it,” Steve says as he smoothes his hands against your thighs, “Was that good, babygirl?”
“Uh-huh,” you pant, still staring at the ceiling as your body shakes from the aftershocks of pleasure.
“So, Eiffel Tower or what?” Billy asks.
Steve rolls his eyes and swats at Billy, “Give her a second, for fucks sake.”
“What’s that?” you ask as you sit up.
Billy looks at you a little shocked, “Wait, seriously? It’s like the position for a threesome.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” you shrug, “What is it?”
Steve sighs and explains, “It’s like, one of us is inside you, one of us in your mouth and then we put our hands up together and it's shaped like the Eiffel Tower.”
That causes you to erupt in giggles.
“Cool, right?” Billy asks as he wiggles his eyebrows.
Steve scoffs, “We could do whatever position you want, whatever you’re most comfortable with.”
“Don’t be fucking lame, Harrington,” Billy whines.
“I’m not being lame! If you think consent is lame then I—“
“I wanna try it,” you interrupt Steve, looking excitedly at the pair of them.
“The lady wants it!” Billy gestures towards you. Steve stands, but he rolls his eyes before walking to his nightstand. He opens the drawer and pulls out a handful of condoms and tosses them on the bed. Billy’s shoving his pants all the way off before grabbing one of them, ripping the foil with his teeth and rolling it onto his cock. Steve undresses and gets on the bed with you. It seems they’ve taken their positions so you do the same. Getting on your hands and knees with Steve in front of you and Billy behind you. You look up at Steve and he smiles, has this dreamy look on his face. His perfect hair has gotten messy, falling over his forehead now. He looks really handsome, you think. The thought is a bit short lived because you feel Billy’s cock prodding at your entrance, his hand on your ass. He sinks in and groans, lowly. The shock of it makes you yelp, Steve’s head snaps up to look at Billy.
“Jesus, do you know the word gentle, Hargrove?”
“What’s that?” Billy teases, rubbing his hand in circles against your ass before he spanks you. Again, you yelp, but you liked the sensation, a smile spreading across your face. Steve shakes his head, caresses your face with his thumb.
“Go at your own pace, okay?” he tells you, but you're eager to get him in your mouth. So you do as much.
Steve lets out a choked moan as you wrap your lips around his tip and sink down on his cock.
“Hands, Harrington,” you hear Billy.
“Are you kidding?” Steve looks at him.
“Just for like a second, dude,” Billy goads him, "Doesn't count if we don’t do it.”
The boys put their hands together, it is for a brief second. Steve’s hands are in your hair the next second, Billy’s pounding into you from behind. It makes you take Steve deeper than you intended. You gag around him and he’s pulling his hips back a bit, looking at you to make sure you’re okay. He’s whining, though. Kind of whimpering actually. It must feel nice, you think and you want to make Steve feel good so you try your hardest to take him deeper again without gagging. Billy’s relentless in the way he thrusts into you, it’s intense but it feels great. The pull of his shaft against your walls is delicious. Has you moaning around Steve’s cock.
Billy’s hands are gripping your hips now, but he reels his right one back every so often to spank you. The duality of them is mind boggling but it’s wonderful. Billy’s rougher, Steve’s sweeter. It’s like the best of both worlds, surrounding you. You really truly wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here.
Billy’s hips stutter and then stop, he grunts, “Fuck. She’s so tight, I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Let’s switch,” Steve says, then.
“What? Why?” Billy sounds upset.
Steve scoffs, “Well, what are you gonna do after you cum?”
“Huh?”
“Look, if we switch, after I cum, I’ll lick her out while you fuck her,” Steve suggests. Billy must give him a look because Steve continues, “You’ll just be useless after.”
“Fine.” Billy’s pulling out of you, “Don’t lick my dick when you’re doing it.”
“I don’t want to!” Steve defends himself. They switch positions. Steve reaches for a condom and Billy’s pulling his off as he looks down at you. He holds the base of his cock as he keeps his eyes locked on yours. Billy’s eye contact is more intense than Steve’s. Makes you feel a little insecure even. You don’t know why you ask it, but you can’t stop yourself.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
Billy looks taken aback by then. He laughs even, “What? Girl, are you fucking kidding? You’re the prettiest girl in this shithole.”
It makes you blush, even if you don’t believe him. Steve’s confirming the sentiment, though. He rubs against your hip and says, “You absolutely are the prettiest girl in Hawkins.”
“Really?” you ask, smiling.
“Hell yeah,” Billy pinches your cheek and smiles. “Think we’d be competing like this over a girl we don’t think is pretty?”
“I guess not,” you giggle.
Steve squeezes your hip, “You ready for me, babygirl?”
“Yes!” you exclaim happily and wiggle your ass at Steve.
He sinks in and the stretch burns a little, Steve’s just so big. But he manages, caressing your hips as he sinks in before he starts moving his own hips. He thrusts slowly at first, picks up his pace when Billy feeds you his cock. You're full on both ends, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. The drag of Steve against your walls makes you take Billy deeper. You wanna be the best for them.
Steve’s hand moves around your hip and he gets his fingers on your clit, moving them in deliberate circles as he pumps in and out of you.
It doesn’t take long before Steve’s pulling you back against him tightly, his lips on your shoulder as his hips stutter and still. He lets out the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard. You’re sure he’s finished. He wraps his arms around your middle and kisses against your shoulder as he pumps his hips slowly.
He pulls out and they position you on your back. Billy’s reaching for another condom and Steve’s standing, disposing of his used one before he lays beside you. Just as Billy’s slipping inside you for the second time. You gasp, moan and look at Steve. He kisses against your neck, hand on your breasts. He squeezes them, plays with your pert nipples and gets his lips on your ear.
“Doing so good, babygirl. Taking us so well,” Steve whispers, the timber of his voice makes your eyes roll back before they flutter shut.
Then Steve’s kissing down your neck, down your chest and stomach. He kisses your pussy, then. While Billy is pumping in and out of it. Soon enough, Steve’s swiping his tongue against your clit. The sensation of it mixed with Billy deep inside you makes your back arch, your hands shooting down to grab handfuls of Steve’s pretty hair. His tongue works expertly, bringing you to the urge of bliss for the second time in mere minutes.
A slew of high pitched whines and moans flow from you, Billy’s eyes are locked early on where he and you connect and where Steve’s licking. Billy looks pretty, his muscles flex with every movement. His blonde curls moving with his thrusts, his lip curled just slightly. Sweat forms on his brow. Then you look down at Steve. His brows are furrowed, he looks downright passionate as he licks you. The sight of the two of them is enough, pushing you over the edge. You cry out as your body seizes, the pair of them working together through your orgasm.
Steve pulls away when you’ve stopped squirming, lays at your side and wraps his arm around your middle as his lips meet yours. It’s so dizzying, you feel like you might pass out. Then Billy’s hips are stopping, pressed deep inside you as his eyes roll back and he lets out a deep grunt.
He pulls out, Steve pulls away and looks at you.
Then after a beat, he looks for Billy. Who seemingly went into the en-suite bathroom.
Steve calls to him, “She deserves cuddles!”
“I’m coming!” Billy calls out and then soon enough, you’ve got the both of them holding you and you’ve never felt more wonderful in your whole life.