#Harringroveson Bingo 2022 One shots

[tittie-lattes]

A = angst

F = fluff

M = mature themes, including smut

Reader is non-descriptive unless stated otherwise.

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Harringrove

• Dream a Little (Or Big) Dream of Me (18+)

One Shot: Billy has a wet dream about Steve and wakes up just a little disappointed.  Part of Billy Hargrove Bingo 2022.

Harringroveson/Steddilly

• I’m Just Dying to Be Him (18+)

One Shot: While Steve and Billy are in the midst of a rendez-vous in the woods, none other than Eddie Munson catches them, and maybe he watches longer than he should.  Part of Harringroveson Bingo 2022 and Billy Hargrove Bingo 2022.

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[camaro-and-smokes]

My very first @harringroveson-bingo prompt C2: Size kink

King Size

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No warnings apply Relationships/Characters: Harringrove; Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove Tags: Alternate Universe, Pining, Gay Sex, POV Steve Harrington, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Billy Hargrove, Smut, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Size Kink, Anal Sex, Boys Kissing, Billy Hargrove Redemption, First Time, Harringrove, Unsafe Sex Words: 5981

Author note: Uh, my hand kinda slipped a bit and this became almost a 6k monster (I think it's rather appropriate for this prompt though 😂) so I can't post it in full here, but there's a short snippet under the cut and full fic is on AO3.

Summary: Steve Harrington has had the worst summer ever and it's the beginning of his senior year. He doesn't quite know anymore if Nancy Wheeler is the love of his life, or if he even likes, you know, just women. A blue Camaro almost drives him over - and brings something big into his life he didn't even know he liked or wanted. But it was what he definitely needed.

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Steve parked the BMW on the school lot. First day of school after summer, he hadn’t even gotten inside the building, and he was already tired of it. They’d fought last night with Nancy, and the atmosphere in the car was more than freezing. Nancy got up without saying a word, leaving Steve sit alone in the car.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head on the wheel. Something had changed between him and Nancy. He didn’t quite know what. Over the summer he’d felt a longing for something else. It didn’t necessarily mean that he wanted to break up with her. It was just that...well, if he was brutally honest, maybe he did want to break up with her. Sure, they had dates, they had fun, they had sex - everything seemed to be ok on the outside. But inside it didn’t feel the same anymore. Why - he had no idea.

Steve leaned back up, grabbed his bag from the backseat, and got out of the car - just managing to close the door and save it from being taken out by a dark blue Camaro.

“For fuck’s sake!” he let out, and stared after the car, that parked on the other side of the lot.

He hadn’t seen this car before. Someone had probably gotten a new car or... He didn’t get to finish his thought, when the driver got out. Steve’s brows shot up. Ok, definitely a new student. Blonde curls, not at all bad looking, denim cladded body. A well built body, Steve could tell that much.

Something stirred up inside him. A feeling he hadn’t had before. Ok, fine, maybe he’d had it before, when leafing through the Sears catalogue men’s underwear section in the summer. He had thought it was just a one time thing, a momentary glitch in his matrix.

Now, having it again, it felt wrong for it to feel so right.

The guy had closed the door, and was looking around the lot. His eyes locked with Steve's, and he stopped chewing his gum for a moment. Then the moment was gone, he looked away, and started to walk towards the main doors.

“Hey Steve! Close that gaping hole in your face, and let’s go,” Tommy Hagan shouted from his car that was three cars down from Steve’s.

Steve realized that indeed he had his mouth open, and a bit too much for comfort. He just hoped that the new guy hadn’t seen it.

Steve met the new guy ,Billy Hargrove, at the basketball practice a week later. Intimately.

He was a bit shorter than Steve, but all muscle. Lean, mean, fighting machine. Or something, definitely lean and mean, because to pair with the body, the guy had a big mouth and a nerve to use it on anyone. It wasn’t the only thing that was big though. Steve felt very a) self-conscious when he noticed it when it pressed against his ass when Billy was blocking him out during the game, and b) uneasy when he got that strange glitchy feeling all over his body again.

And Steve was almost sure that Billy had gotten on his skin on purpose. Because he got in his face in the showers too.

“What’s your problem?” Steve exasperated when Billy had ran his mouth throughout the practice and now was smirking smugly at him in the shower. The fucker had of course come to the same showers with him, and as if losing the game to Billy’s team wasn’t enough for Steve, he had a hard time of keeping his eyes from wandering down on Billy’s body to check out if what he’d felt in his backside was indeed real.

“King Steve,” Billy drew out the words slowly. He leaned to Steve, and the smug smirk didn’t falter when he whispered: “Not king size though.”

Steve froze. He didn’t want to, and least of all in front of Billy, but his body just refused to move. He was decently equipped, at least in his own mind, and it had done the job with Nancy. But Billy’s comment had totally thrown him off his track.

Billy let out a laugh, not missing a beat. “Oh, a sore subject?”

When Steve regained the control of his body, he just glared at Billy, and shook his head, and continued foaming the shampoo into his hair. “I’m not taking part in this conversation.”

“Well, if you want to try a king size, you know where to find one,” Billy whispered to Steve’s ear, and as a last note turned off Steve’s shower before walking out.

Steve looked after Billy, and slapped the shower tap back on. He was angry, and confused. The asshole seemed to be able to rub him all the wrong ways, and what the hell had he meant exactly with the last remark? Steve wasn’t that kind of guy. He was sure of it...well, ok, he had been quite sure of it, until that remark.

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