❝︎ 𝙈𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 . ❞︎ ━︎━︎ 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

『︎𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝑴𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔』︎

Ship; Kaspbrough

Smut

By bryzknowstheuniverse on Ao3

Bill is a fuck boy and wants nothing more in life than to fuck the holy hell out of Eddie. He flirts, uses his best pick up lines, turns on the charm to absolutely no avail. He's all but given up until Eddie decides to take matters into his own hands showing up to Bill's dorm claiming he needs help with his English paper, in the end he fucks Bill's brains out, and teaches him a lesson about who is in charge.

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"Oh, uhmmmm, y-yeah fuck. Suck it h-harder. Yeah b-bitch take it d-deeper." Bill moaned out, thrusting deeper into the mouth in front of him. That was all they were. Some random mouth at some random party, just another nameless hook up on his list. Damn fucking right he liked it that way. He grabbed the back of the head, pushing it further down his cock, forcing his way deep into the throat and then came hard. The person sputtered a bit pulling back and coughing, but Bill was already pulling up his boxers and skinny jeans. "T-thanks, Babe. That w-was real good." He said not even sparing the other person a second glance as he moved out of the room, straightening his snapback as he went.

Bill stepped back out into the crowd of the party, the bass thumping as rowdy teens hung all over each other. He made his way to the kitchen to find another beer. He had barely made it through the door when he was ambushed.

"Jesus fuck, Bill. " His best friend Bev slapped him hard across the back of the head, and he rolled his eyes as he looked at her. "Do you have to fuck everything with two legs that offers?" She asked, a pissy tone in her voice.

"I f-fucked you d-didn't I?" He responded cooly, and expected the next slap that she landed on him.

"Fuck you, Denbrough. You know what, I hope you catch something from one of these bitches and your dick falls off. It would serve you right." She snatched the beer out of his hand and went to leave but Bill caught her arm.

"I'm s-sorry, Bev. I s-shouldn't have b-brought that up. F-forgive me?" He gave her a sweet smile and Bev melted slightly. Bill was charming, no one could deny that.

"Fine. I forgive you." She relented, setting the beer down, and the smile grew across Bill's face. "Ugh, don't be an asshole about it. Can we get out of here? Go somewhere with something decent to eat?" She asked, already moving towards the door.

"Y-yeah. I know j-just the p-place." He said following her out.

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The smell of grease was thick in the air, and Bill welcomed it as his buzz began to weene slightly. Bev plopped herself down into a red vinyl booth, bouncing slightly from the padding.

She looked as beautiful as the day he had met her way back in his junior year of high school when his parents had decided to relocate the family and made the move to Portland. Beverly Marsh had been in his homeroom and she made his heart stop in his chest; she looked up at him as he entered the room red curls and a knowing smirk, they'd been inseparable in one way or another ever since.

Here they were, even four years later she could still read him like a book. She had grown her hair out, her beautiful curls reached down to her chest, her pretty blue eyes framed with winged black eyeliner and mascara. Freckles still dotted her face, and today her knowing smirk was accentuated with red lipstick. She wore a green velvet mini dress that hugged her every curve with a black leather jacket and impossibly tall heels. Bill never could figure out how she managed to walk in them, but Bev would laugh when he brought it up and tell him that fashion was pain. She would know, being a fashion design major. She scrolled through her phone as they waited for their waitress.