#its byergrove hours

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Live a little, Jon!

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Do have some HC about Byergrove -ftmJonathan and cisbilly?

- Jonathan assumes he’s a sex repulsed asexual for a long time because he’s not into the idea of being touched below the belt. He likes to finger girls, go down on either gender, feels satisfied by their own satisfaction in a weird way, but toooootally asexual.

- Maybe it’s the recent HRT shots or the fact that’s he’s more demisexual than ace, but suddenly his boyfriend is starting to look very scrumptious.

- Like get railed on their shared dorm room couch instead of watching the movie they chose for date night kind of delicious. And he’s more than a little shocked by it and the mess he’s making between his thighs at just the slow circles Billy’s tracing into his thigh that’s never done this much for him before.

- Billy’s okay with Jonathan being asexual and uninterested. Honestly, for the first few months it was more than okay. Not having a relationship centred around sex was nice, and thought he wasn’t asexual, he didn’t feel the need to push things with Jonathan.

- But Jonathan does like to please him. Likes to suck his dick and give him handjobs because “you gotta be pent up right? It’s fine, I wanna”. And Billy believes him because Jonathan gets all red and glassy eyed when Billy cums in his hand, on his face and in his mouth. He spat the first few times because he was a bit surprised by the taste being so different from girls, but Jonathan seemed to care less and less over time.

- Billy isn’t going to say no to a blowjob from his hot as fuck boyfriend, but…it gets weird over time. Like Billy starts worrying he’s being selfish, or objectifying Jonathan because he is sexually attracted to him, that he should give back, but Jonathan insists he’s not into receiving, doesn’t like to be touch below the belt because he’s ‘repulsed’.

- It causes a few arguments; not fights but disagreements because Billy feels like a shit boyfriend not being able to return the favour, or thinking of Jonathan is ways that Jonathan would find repulsive, that eventually Jonathan’s gonna leave him because he’s always making him feel like he has too, surely.

- Jonathan is quick to reassure him this isn’t a issue. It’s just how Jonathan is. And that’s okay, and if it makes Billy uncomfortable, he’s free to find a relationship he’d find more fulfilling all around. One that doesn’t make him guilty when he shouldn’t be.

- Billy always caves when he says that because he doesn’t want anyone else. He wants Jonathan, he’s just scared of ruining things between them because he’s not ace. He doesn’t want Jonathan to blow or stroke him if he’s feeling obliged, even if he looks like he’s into it, Billy knows some folks are good actors.

- It comes as a surprise when one night while making out - because that’s one thing Jonathan and him both enjoy, kissing for hours on end until their lips are swollen and sore, Billy’s hair mused by his boyfriends hands and Jonathan’s throat littered in deep red hickies - Jonathan takes his hand and guides it into his sleeping pants, a breathless “touch me” stealing Billy’s own breath away.

- Turns out the repulsion was dysphoria. Jonathan just didn’t realise it until his started to ease, being affirmed constantly by his peers and boyfriend and rarely misgendered now that he was on his T shots. He still gets the ick on bad days, but he feels more like him now, and has had time to come out of his teen angst and preconceptions of what he has to be to be a man, so sex? Sex sounds amazing.

- Billy loves being able to return the favour now. Loves playing with Jonathan extremely sensitive bottom growth, soothing the painful stretch of its growth with gentle rubbing and licks. If Jonathan isn’t shaking and crying, he’s not doing it right, because Jonathan likes how painfully good it feels to have his new dick sucked.

- Billy invested in anal lube forever ago for his own benefit, but it turns out T can dry up downstairs even if Jonathan is aching for it so Billy gets to giggle like a school boy as they go through a bunch of different lubes in a sex shop, Jonathan’s ears red with embarrassment the entire time.

- Billy sneaks away to go look at strap ons in the mean time, you know, maybe for a birthday present…for him and Jonathan, but mostly him 😏 he wants his boyfriend to rail him eventually if he finally feel like he’s into that.

- After Billy fucks Jonathan for the first time, they spend a whole three days in their dorm just christening the place. Because apparently sex feels great when Jonathan really likes someone and that someone has plenty of experience.

- Jonathan brings up anal. Just to give it a go cause, if Billy likes it, maybe he would. And he does. He actually really likes it, and he almost faints when he cums with both holes stuffed, Billy’s dick in his ass and a toy in the other.

- Jonathan mumbles that they need a strap on so Billy can fuck both at once sometime. Billy agrees wholeheartedly because holy shit his boyfriend is hot when he’s practically been fucked to exhaustion and edging of dozing off.

- Billy loves to dress Jonathan up too. Mostly in his clothes, but over all, he loves taking Jonathan shopping in the mens section and making sure he doesn’t pick something ugly or dreary. Dark colours suit him, but he pulls off white like an angel and looks gorgeous in satin and stark reds. They’re definitely the hottest couple on campus. Example:

- Jonathan loves taking a photo every month of his progression through T. Loves seeing the progress. Billy snaps polariods of him to keep in his wallet and changes it like weekly because “my boyfriend keeps getting hotter, I gotta make sure I have evidence, babe”

- He also has a polariod hidden in the inner pocket of his wallet that’s just of Jonathan naked, asleep in bed with the blanket half off his ass and his hair mused. It’s his favourite picture and he can’t leave home without it, okay? The random public semi’s is worth seeing it every day.

- Jonathan hasn’t admitted to it unlike Billy, but he also has a picture of Billy passed out, curls across his face and dick wet with cum and lube in his wallet. Jonathan masturbates to it a lot between classes or on break, because he is undeniably horny for days after having his shots and he can’t always wring it out with his boyfriend who’s just as busy with school and his part time job.

- Billy very much identifies as mostly gay (his mommy issues peak every now and then but he only really wants men romantically). Jonathan considers himself bi. Some people like to pick at them for basically being a straight couple and when it sours Jonathan’s stomach, Billy is there to bark that they’re very much gay and he’s going to fuck their mom if they don’t shut their trap…Counterproductive but the scare tactic works because they know for a fact that Billy could fuck their mom. Genuinely.

- After they graduate from college, they both start saving up for Jonathan’s top surgery because binding it becoming a nuisance and painful. Jonathan insists he’ll cover it, but Billy starts saving regardless and Jonathan just has to accept it since they’re moving in together anyway.

- When they hit their goal and Jonathan gets the surgery, Joyce and Will come all the way down to help him through the recovery since Billy has to work to keep them afloat (Will and Joyce can work from anywhere since Will is an artist and Joyce works on the phone).

- When Jonathan gets let out of hospital and is able to come home, the recovery is hard. He cries a lot, cause he’s pretty high on emotion. Both from shock at the surgery because his chest looks awful, bruised and crusty, and the euphoria of knowing it would heal and he’d finally be free of binding, that he’d be more himself after all these years of waiting.

- Billy holds him most nights. Joyce forces Jonathan to stay laying down and Will laughs at the pout on his brothers face before offering to watch TV with him until Billy gets home.

- Billy proposes to him within the first two weeks. He gets down on one knee while he’s laying in bed and Jonathan bursts into tears because “I can’t even get up to hug you, come here, you asshole, yes.”

- Billy laughs as he hugs him, gently because of his healing, and Jonathan continues to sniffle and call Billy an asshole even as he mumbles “gimme the ring, oh my god it’s so nice, you ass, I wanna suck your dick and I can’t.”

- Will burst into laughter at his brothers babbling and Joyce has to cover her mouth as Jonathan sobs into Billy’s chest, the blond pet his hair with chuckled “here, here’s”. He also has to keep Jonathan from pawing at his waistband because he’s a little high from the pain meds and occasional weed he’s been using to ease the excess pain.

- They never let Jonathan live it down, even after he’s recovered completely with the ring on his finger. Will is a menace about it and Joyce quips on occasion but mostly scolds Will for bullying his older brother.

- Billy opts to be walked down the aisle in case the feminine tradition made Jonathan uncomfortable, but Jonathan always kind of wanted to be walked down by his mother, whether he married a woman or a man.

- Billy’s grooms‘men’ consist of Max (best woman), Eleven, Tommy and Heather. Jonathan’s are Will (best man), Argyle, Steve and Nancy. Neither invite their fathers. The only dad there is Hopper, and they’re both fine with that.

- They’re only allowed to marry due to the technicality of Jonathan being born female, but it’s easy to ignore the Mrs on the legal forms since they rarely have to deal with them. It is a hoot to fuck with people and say Billy is the Mrs Byers though (Billy wanted to be rid of the Hargrove name and he much prefers Billy Byers anyway). He always bats his eyes and smiles demurely like a lady and the looks he gets makes Jonathan snicker into his hand in an attempt not to ruin the joke too soon.

- They’re just,,, so cute. Cutest couple and make each other so happy. They spend their whole lives together and neither regret it for a second through the ups and downs. They never have bio kids because pregnancy makes Jonathan super uncomfortable, but they do get a surrogate and end up with a gorgeous little girl with golden curls like Billy’s with big brown eyes. Billy admits some days he sees his mother in her, sees himself, but over all, he sees Jonathan, and it makes him love her so much more.

- And they live happily ever after 🥰✨

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What if we made a place for each other out of love, never hate.

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FTM!JONATHAN X FTM!BILLY

T4T BYERGROVE

TW: NONCON / SOMNO / IMPLIED COERCION / DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / FEM LANGUAGE / IMPLIED STALKING / CREEP JONATHAN / MINOR SCENT KINK / IMPLIED ALCOHOLISM

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Jonathan’s never been normal. In anything really. He’s always been a freak.

Which is probably why he’s in Billy Hargrove’s room, looming over him.

It had been an accident, really, finding out.

He had watched him get undressed one evening, through his window, and awed as the blond spread his legs and played with a clit instead of a cock, flushing all the way down his chest. So muscular you wouldn’t notice the softest give to them.

Jonathan was jealous at first. He passed so well without sacrificing his comfort. Jonathan wore layers upon layers to pass, did jaw exercises in the mirror every morning, lowered his voice until it hurt and some days it just disappeared. Thankfully, he didn’t have to talk to a lot of people. Nobody wanted to talk to the Creep Byers.

He had never been popular enough for people to remember Joyce Byers had a daughter once instead of a son, and those who did and tried to talk, had been beat half to death by him.

His jealousy soon left as he watched Billy play with himself, lips parted and glistening between his thighs, rosy red and tan lines in the creases of his thighs.

Instead he was filled with desire. The sticky kind that usually left him feeling gross, unpleasant, but now he was burning with it. He had never wanted to touch someone so badly before. Not even himself.

Now he was in Billy’s room, crawling into his bed, the boy far off in dream land and only wearing his briefs and tank top on the hot night. His skin is slick with a layer of sweat and Jonathan drags his tongue along the skin of his collarbone. He has to bite back a moan, heat pooling molten into his groin.

He slowly slipped the briefs down Billy’s legs, admiring his leg hair and sturdy thighs. He’s put so much work into his appearance, and the evidence of it makes him want to photograph him, like he was trying to preserve the memory of a Greek statue that was sure to fall apart in the coming years.

Billy is gorgeous. His cunt is dark pink like his lips, but Jonathan knows how red it gets when played with. How it swells and leaks around Billy’s fingers.

Jonathan’s mouth is watering as he crawls between Billy’s legs and drags his tongue over his sex, breathing in the musk clinging to the trimmed dirty blond curls like a drowning man seeking air. It does the opposite, every breath dragging him further into the dark ocean until his lungs give out, until his brain shuts off and he’s lapping at the pretty cunt like a mutt.

Billy doesn’t stir, but he does shift, the softest noise escaping his parted lips, and he looks like an angel with his golden halo of curls and long lashes; fearsome and beautiful.

Jonathan suckled at the throbbing bud, eyes slipping shut as he dragged his tongue down between his folds to taste him properly. He’s slick, hot and thick on his tongue as he drinks it from the source, moaning lowly in the silence room. Billy’s legs are twitching beside his head and he pulls back to slip a finger inside, to feel how soft and loose he is from his arousal.

Billy wouldn’t accept Jonathan if he was awake, but his body was honest in his rest. It desires to be touched, to be loved and fucked like it deserves.

Jonathan’s own underwear is sticky and damp, near disgustingly so with the wetness seeps into the seam of his trousers. He’s been waiting for hours for Billy to doze off into his deepest hour of rest, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to his body, the ways he’d treat it right. Better than any man or woman could; because they wouldn’t understand, not like Jonathan would. Billy was brought to this shitty hick town by fate, just for him.

Someone who would understand.

He slipped another finger inside, face so hot it felt like it would create a heat induced mirage all on its own. Billy was leaking down his ass, staining the sheet, Jonathan’s fingers, and he couldn’t take it any longer.

He pulled his fingers out, doused in Billy’s arousal, and shoved it down his own pants to touch, to rub at the aching spot between his legs as he buried his face in his cunt. He licked hot, heavy stripes over his pussy, trying to collect every streak onto his tongue. He felt ravenous as he fucked his tongue into his hole, slurping lewdly and circling his clit with the tip of his tongue every few licks, watching with wonder as Billy’s stomach flexed, a pinch growing between the blonds brows.

He couldn’t stop now. Not when Billy was throbbing against his tongue, making the sweetest sounds in his sleep and Jonathan was drunk on the heady scent of his cunt.

He was so close it hurt, grinding, rutting into his hand, slipping his fingers between his own sopping folds. He was beyond aroused at the idea of any part of Billy being inside him. Mingling their fluids together, shoving them deep into his hot hole, was better than any daydream Jonathan could conjure up. They were one now, inside Jonathan.

Billy’s thighs shook, his chest falling and rising faster and faster as Jonathan sucked at his hard clit. He pinched his own between his fingers, rubbing and rubbing, stomach burning and tension growing with every flick of his tongue to Billy’s clit.

He groaned into his cunt as he got closer, closer, reaching that final obstacle, the painful tightening before it would exploded with pleasure—

Billy came. He felt it around his tongue, the clench, the shake, the rush of something hot and wet against his mouth. So intense in its release it almost went up his nose, pulling back with a gasp, licking his lips as his own orgasm slammed into him like a train, sprits of something hot filling his underwear, staining through his pants. It wasn’t nearly as messy as Billy’s own, a large wet patch beneath the trembling boy.

Billy was blearily opening his eyes now, sluggish and sweaty, and Jonathan pulled his hand from his pants, crawling up to cover his eyes.

“Wha…?”

He was still spread out, open, willing, and Jonathan couldn’t help slipping his fingers back into that molten heat, tighter now, flexing around the intrusion. Pushing his own clear cum into Billy’s silky cunt. His face was still dripping with Billy’s orgasm, his squirt, his own legs shaking from the force of his.

“Don’t…” He slurred. He was still fuzzy from the multiple cans strewn upon his room, the bottle of whiskey on his bedside table. He always drank copiously on Friday nights. It’s why Jonathan chose tonight.

“I won’t hurt you.” He dug his fingers in deeper and Billy’s lips parted in a soft moan. “I just want to make you feel good, Billy.”

“How’d you…” Know his name? Get inside? Make him cum so hard he squirted all over a strangers face and could barely feel his legs?

He shushed him quietly, pumping his fingers. Watching the way Billy’s body responded to the stimulation.

“Let me love you like no one else could.”

Because no one would understand like he did. He wouldn’t let anyone else learn to.

No one could have Billy.

No one but him.