Hard Boy

thinking abt unofficialbf!katsuki

unofficialbf!katsuki who's abrasive and rude and loud until you're near him. he almost instantly sizzles down

unofficialbf!katsuki who proudly declared you as "his" when you were 4 after you accepted his bouquet of dandelions and its kind of just stuck since then

unofficialbf!katsuki who, after that, began proudly holding your hand and marching around with you. at some point, it just became a habit for him to reach for your hand, continuing even as you got older

unofficialbf!katsuki who still apologizes to you the same way as when you two were kids. he holds your hand and looks away as he mutters "'m sorry.." with rosy cheeks. when he really messes up, he'll bury his nose into your neck and hold you close and whisper a genuine apology into your ear. he'll struggle for the right words and get super flustered, but you know hes trying!!

unofficialbf!katsuki who, for as long as izuku could remember, has been a package deal with you

unofficialbf!katsuki who is practically inseparable from you. like youre not hugging in class or anything but theres just this unnecessary proximity with you guys? you're always just unexplainably close for no reason

unofficialbf!katsuki who carries your bag everywhere. he complains that you "can't even carry your own damn bags!!" but would never let you carry them

unofficialbf!katsuki! who beats his friends up for being stupid when they don’t understand something he’s teaching them, but is so gentle when teaching you. he gets real close and talks in this low rumbly voice that’s just SO HOT

unofficialbf!katsuki whos an asshole to everyone but you

unofficialbf!katsuki who, despite being unnaturally nice to you and finds it hard to be/stay mad at you, gets really genuinely angry when you get reckless when fighting. the only times hes ever really yelled at you for real were when you put yourself in danger

unofficialbf!katsuki who doesnt care if mineta and kaminari ogle the other girls but would blow them up if they so much as laid an eye on you

unofficialbf!katsuki who tries to hide the way his eyes soften whenever you talk

unofficialbf!katsuki who, due to your childhood marriage/relationship/idk-its-complicated, is really comfortable with touching you. he would never let any of those other extras touch him, but he never hesitates to grasp your hand when you're scared, grab your waist to pull you in when he just wants you closer, or even pull you into his lap (in private) to cuddle. he has no problem manhandling you and throwing you over his shoulder or even carrying you bride-style when he's reaaally feeling confident. when you sit next to each other, his hands easily find your thigh almost subconsciously to rub his thumb over it soothingly

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been having tickle fights with since you were little! he would never DARE hit you like he would those other losers, so he tickles you when he thinks you're being annoying. he knows all of your ticklish spots and still uses it against you when he thinks you're being bratty (or when he just wants to hear you laugh, but he'd die before he admits it)

unofficialbf!katsuki who LOVES cuddling with you! (would never admit it) you get all loud and fussy sometimes (no one is allowed to sass him other than you) so he just pulls you close to his chest and drags his fingertips up and down your back in the way he knows you like. he loves how it gets you all quiet and sleepy and clingy in a matter of minutes. he wonders if you notice the way that after just a couple minutes, your speech starts to slur and you bury your face into his chest or neck. (he does. he notices.)

unofficialbf!katsuki who you've been cuddling since you were kids so it just sort of continued as you two got older? you've known him for forever, so it never felt weird or anything. its just oddly natural? mitsuki has photos of you two cuddling from ages like 4-now.

speaking of mitsuki!! she absolutely ADORES you and unofficialbf!katsuki HATES it! he always mutters about how she likes you more than him whenever you come over, which is like everyday, which she always affirms happily. calls you "my sweet y/n-chan," "sweetheart," "dear," "lovely," and of course "my future daughter-in-law." (katsuki always tells her to "SHUT UP, OLD HAG" with bright red cheeks)

unofficialbf!katsuki whose grumpy moods and grumbles are easily halted by you running your hands through his blond spikes, which always turns him into putty in your hands

unofficialbf!katsuki who always has you in his dorm. he has this thing about nobody, not sero or denki or even kirishima being allowed in his bed when they hangout, but he lets you with no problem. in fact, he's the one who drags you into his bed with him.

unofficialbf!katsuki whose classmates have literally placed bets on when his balls will drop and he'll make you his official girlfriend (he cursed them out and blew stuff up when he found out)

can you tell im a sucker for the just friends/unofficial bf trope...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 (m)

⌕ eddie munson x reader x billy hargrove ft. steve harrington

❤︎ — content warnings: smut, slight angst, f! reader, cucking (sorta?), threesome, fingering, split roast, face fucking, degradation, very slight praise, pet names (princess, baby, etc), taking pictures during the act, breeding/creampie, facial, jealousy, possessiveness, very little mentions of drugs and alcohol, all three of them are implied to be intoxicated but still conscious enough to give consent.

❤︎ — word count: 2.1k of pure filth

❤︎ — note: ok this has been rotating in my thoughts for weeks now i had to get this off my mind

Messy. That's one way to define it. 

Your breakup with Steve was messy. Everything with Steve is messy, always has been. The way he confessed to you before you guys started dating, the way he fell for Nancy while he was still your boyfriend and then of course, the long awaited moment when he told you that you guys might need a break. 

And right now, you're glad he proposed that. Because Eddie is a good kisser, the breath of liquor on his tongue matches yours. He smelled of trouble and you were drawn to the thrill of it like a moth to a flame. He's all you needed right now— a distraction, something to get your mind off from your fall out with your ex. 

“God, baby. You're really ready for it, huh?” you could hardly hear eddie's voice over the booming party downstairs and you don't think fucking here, right now, in someone else's room while tina's halloween party roared below, but you couldn't care less right now, “just shut up n' kiss me, munson.”

you slurred, your lips chasing his as you pushed him down on the bed, “as you wish, milady.” you giggle at his exaggeration before he crashed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss, letting his hands wander and pull off your clothes one by one. Your hands hastily work on the buckle of his belt, huffing while you buck your hips into his,

“impatient much, princess?”

The sudden intrusion of a new voice had both you and Eddie jumping lightly, staring wide eyed at the door now slung open which Eddie swore he locked behind him after you pushed him inside this room,

“Hargrove.” Eddie greets with a tight lipped smile. To which, the blond grinned, kicking the door shut and started walking towards the bed. 

Now, Billy had his eyes on you for quite some time. Ever since you rejected his offer to give you a ride on his '79 Chevrolet Camaro, he couldn't deny the spark. Besides, what better way to rub it on king Steve's face than by stealing away his princess? 

catching your chin in between his thumb and index finger, he whispered, “should really make sure you lock the door behind you if you don't want anyone to interrupt your alone time together.”

The hint of mockery in his voice was evident but you decided to entertain him, “and what if it was the plan all along?”

Maybe it's the alcohol thrumming in your veins or the adrenaline rush of sneaking away while your ex was right downstairs but you couldn't help the sly smirk that slipped on your lips. 

“two can play that game, princess.” his voice is an octave low now, eyes half lidded as he stared at your lips, thumb tracing the plump of your lower lip before leaning forward and claiming a kiss,

“great, sure, just invite yourself in here, man.” eddie groaned, rolling his eyes at the display. Breaking the kiss, you press your finger on eddie's lips, shushing his complaints, “don’ be selfish now, eddie.” palming his cock through his jeans, you purred, “there's 'nough of me for both of ya',” 

Billy chuckles at your slurred words, hand snaking around to grab your bicep and tugging you forward into his chest, “you heard her, freak.” there's a subtle jealousy evident in eddie's actions when he grabs your waist tight, brown eyes staring into billy's taunting blue ones,

“you gonna fuck her or what?” the blond rasps, pressing kisses down your jawline and nipping lightly at your neck. Eddie scoffs, looking away while you moaned for Billy, “don't you have better things to do?”

“you do realise right that she's not your girl or anything?” Those words, bitter yet true, made Eddie wonder why he was here. Billy is right, you aren't dating him. It's hypocritical of him to get jealous like this. So what if he has been your dealer for what, like at least a few months now? That doesn't imply anything. That's not a relationship.

Even if he calls the times you met in the woods as dates, sneaking out and getting high together. Eddie smiles a bit at the memories before blinking them away upon Billy's words, “if you prefer just watchin' then I can put on a good show for ya', Munson.” 

“We'll see whose name she's moaning soon.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie slips his hand inside your panties after flipping up your skirt, “shit baby, you're already dripping,” his fingers barely teased your folds and you were already whining, hips pushed back into his touch while Billy cradled your face in his palms, the menacing smirk on his lips a sheer contrast to the way he held you gently,

“turns out, the princess is just a cheap lil' whore, hm? Moanin' like a slut even though we've barely touched her yet.” 

Eddie groaned when you clenched around his fingers at Billy's words, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He was getting impatient at the thought of how tight your cunt would feel wrapped around him, “what? She getting tighter due to my words?”

Billy sneers, his hand slid down to wrap his fingers around the column of your throat, “you like being called a slut, princess?” you caught on the little sadistic glint in his eyes even in your intoxicated state and yet you can't deny that the thrill of it all excited you further, “speak up, princess.”

he pressed a light kiss on your lips as you stuttered out a small affirmative. Meanwhile Eddie pulled out his fingers with a wet 'pop' and a muttered curse under his breath. The clang of his belt soon followed before you felt him press the swollen head of his cock against your entrance,

“bet I can just slip right in, mhm?” you tried to look at him over your shoulder but Billy's hand around your neck prevented that, “uh uh, eyes on me, slut.” 

But before you can reply with a snarky comment, Eddie's cock thrusted into your barely prepared cunt, bottoming out with one hard thrust. Your cry made the man in front of you chuckle, his voice shushing you gently while the man behind you gripped your hips hard, nails digging into your clothes, “fuckin' hell baby, you're so— ah, so fucking tight,”

he was already dragging his cock all the way out, teasing you by just leaving the swollen tip in before slamming in with vigour. The force of which had you falling into Billy's chest. Your lips parted in a silent scream when Eddie's hand snaked around your thighs, fingers finding your clit to toy with. Billy took this opportunity to grab a fistful of your hair and push your face down against his crotch,

“take it out.” he cooed, tugging harshly at your strands when you failed to follow through on his order. With the smallest droplets of tear forming at the corners of your eyes from the rough treatment, you hurriedly undid his denim jeans, his hard cock springing out with a spilled grunt from his lips,

“put that mouth to good use, slut.” his fingers dug into your skull as soon as your lips wrapped around the tip, shoving you down on his cock soon after and laughing breathlessly when he heard you choke. A groan left him as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, hips jutting against you sporadically, “fuck,”

the curse drawls out of his lips with a deep grunt, followed by Eddie's voice, “you're tightening up, baby.” he knows that you're clenching around him because of Billy's rough treatment, at the idea of having them both and it pisses him off.

The mere thought of having to share you with Billy fuckin' Hargrove, Hawkins' new king, makes Eddie dig his nails into your skin, leaving tiny crescents blooming on the area as he brings your hips back to meet his sharp thrusts midway.

Each deep thrust of Eddie's hips pushed you against Billy, his cock slipping deeper in your throat and making tears roll down your face. Your lungs burned from the lack of air and you squirmed under the two men's hold on you.

Pulling out his cock from your mouth, Billy fisted it, slapping your cheek with the saliva slickened head, “you look so fuckin' beautiful like this… all fucked out and messy.” his eyes followed how yours rolled back into your head and face flushed with tear stains while eddie continued to fuck into you without acknowledging the other man.

Looking around Billy smirked upon finding what he was hoping for. His hand cradled your chin with a touch softer than you'd expected from him and he lifts your face up. There was a flash of bright light in front of you and then you heard a reeling sound. With wide eyes, it took you a moment to realise that he just snapped a polaroid of you like this, 

“what the fuck are you doin', Hargrove?” Eddie barked, eyes narrowed to which Billy chuckled, shaking off his rebuking glance with an uncaring shrug, “thought you'd be more fun, Eddie. Here, you can have this.” handing the metalhead the polaroid, Billy watched his reaction, holding back a chuckle when Eddie seethed, jaws clenched and jealousy oozing off his mere existence. 

Guiding your mouth back on his cock, Billy smirked, “you can't handle a girl like her, munson.” 

This time, Eddie scoffed, placing the photo down, “yea? Then why's she about to cum on my cock, hm?” his hand gripped the back of your head, shoving you down on Billy's cock roughly. A muffled yelp from you and a curse muttered by Billy with his head thrown back, mouth hanging open had Eddie chuckling now, spitting out the last word with venom laced in his tone, “think I like you better like this, king.” 

“fu—ck,” Billy's hips stuttered, cock throbbing heavy on your tongue while his hefty balls slapped against your chin. Your thighs trembled from eddie's cock hitting right against that spongy spot inside you that had you cumming around him with a scream that got muffled by billy fucking your throat mercilessly. 

“your gonna look s'fuckin' pretty with my cum all over your face, princess.” he gasped before pulling out right as he was about to cum. Jerking off his twitching cock, he spilled his cum on your face, lazily slumping back against the bed now.

Grabbing the camera, he snapped another photo of your face— delicate makeup that took you hours to do, now ruined with tears, drool and cum— courtesy of Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson, “this one's for king Steve,” staring at the polaroid, Billy mused, “Harrington's gonna love this.” 

Eddie bit his lip to bite back his grunts while you spasmed around his cock, pushing him closer to his own high. He tried to pull out but you pushed your hips back into his, making him chuckle a bit, “gonna cum, baby.” you looked back at him with glassy eyes,

“wan' it inside, eddie, please,” he can't deny when you ask so sweetly now can he? Ever since the first time he met you to supply drugs, he always did have a soft spot for you and maybe, just maybe you reciprocated that. He was definitely more than just a distraction.

you figured that you'd been happier with him the last few months you spent with him than you ever were with steve, "you sure?” you hum with a light nod. the moment soon being interrupted by Billy who scoffs at you both, “love birds.” 

Rolling his eyes at Billy's words, Eddie pushed his cock back in, upto the hilt, letting your walls squeeze him tightly as he came, a string of curses on his lips. 

Meanwhile Steve happened to have the worst evening of all times. Hearing Nancy say that they're just pretending to be in love with each other and then seeing Jonathan take her home. He just needed some alone time.

But he just happened to stumble upon the very room you were in. And his throat went dry at the sight, “sorry, I'll just—” he was about to leave when Billy spoke up with a grin,

“Welcome to the after party, Harrington.” 

Hear me out. Billy Hargrove falling for a gal with a toddler. This has been rolling around in my head for DAYS! Am I the only one that can see him just being completely wrapped around a 2-year-old little girl's finger? Or beating the shit out of a douchebag for insulting HIS family?!

Okay hear me out.

Billy doesn’t want to be a parent. As he starts healing from the abuse he’s suffered his whole life, he can’t stomach the possibility that he’ll turn out just like his father. He doesn’t LIKE kids, either, and besides Max and the little shits who run around at the pool and make his job harder, he doesn’t have any experience with them. He barely even got to be a kid himself, after his mom left, and he really doesn’t have any desire to ever have any.

But then he meets you one day, and he’s enamored. Maybe he runs into you at the store or something, and something about you just…clicks. So, naturally, he wants to take you out on a date, and you agree. He takes you out for dinner one night and everything is going so well, he doesn’t even try to Fuck you in the back of his car so he can get the intimacy he so desperately craves and then leave it at that. No, he takes you out on a second date, and a third…and at this point, he’s head over heels.

It’s also at this point that you decide this guy might be worth keeping around. You’re cautious, ever since your ex up and left, and at first, Billy seemed like he had the potential to be the same way. But he’s sticking by you and he isn’t even trying to overstep his bounds, reminding you more of a lost puppy than a sleazy dirtbag. So, you decide that he’s a keeper, and you tell him the truth:

You’ve got a kid.

At first, his eyes go wide. He’s surprised, because you don’t SEEM like a mom. You aren’t like Karen Wheeler or Susan. You’re his age, and you’re nice and you’re fun. It scares him a little, and you both think that he’s gonna run for it—until he pauses, and he asks himself WHY he’s scared. And he realizes that it’s because of himself, and his dad. And you don’t know anything about any of that, so how could he drag you into his own shit?

“I, uh, I gotta say…I don’t think I’m exactly father material,” he says, avoiding your gaze as he anxiously chews on a toothpick.

“Why?”

“Because…”

And suddenly he’s telling you everything. You, this person he only met a few weeks ago. And you’re not running, either, because you can see that he’s scared, but he’s trying to bounce back from everything life has thrown at him—and you don’t think he’s a danger. At all. You think he can break that cycle his father got so stuck in.

So, one hot summer day, you bring your daughter with you to the community pool, so Billy can meet her without the potential awkwardness of being stuck in your house.

He spots you immediately from his perch on the lifeguard chair, and he’s shocked at the way that he isn’t afraid of the interaction that he knows is coming. For some reason, his first instinct isn’t to run, but to yell for heather to come take his spot for a minute as he climbs down to meet you.

You’ve got your daughter on your hip, your tote bag over your other shoulder. You’ve got a wide hat that’s shielding both of you from the sun, and a swimsuit that’s a little too hot and trendy for a MOM to be wearing at the COMMUNITY POOL.

(Mrs. wheeler and the other mothers are watching you with judgmental eyes. When Billy walks up to you, their jaws drop. They can’t decide if they love seeing him kiss you because suddenly he looks like a family man, or if they hate it because it’s YOU)

You can tell he’s nervous as he says hi, both to you and to your daughter. She’s fascinated by the whistle hanging around his neck. He’s fascinated by the way that he isn’t terrified of holding her when you pick out a chair to hang out in and hand her off to him for a moment. When you glance back up at the two of them, you see that your daughter is grabbing at his curls, and he’s staring at her in absolute wonder, and you know that things are gonna go well.

And they do.

You and Billy get more serious. He moves in, and keeps you as far away from his dad as possible. Max is allowed over, though, because she’s a good (ish) babysitter. And Billy discovers that he’s kind of about this whole family life thing, after all. He keeps the Camaro, of course, because he’s not about to change his style and you’re not about to ask him to because it’s what you fell in love with in the first place, and the two of you are the coolest parents on the block. Your daughter sits outside as Billy works on his car. She grows up listening to Motley Crue and The Scorpions and everything else he likes. She never has to worry about bullies, because the other kids know who her dad is and they’re not about to incur his wrath. He never ever raises so much as a finger towards either of you, because he’s learned what love is and he’s learned to be gentle…but he’ll absolutely rock somebody’s shit if they make a snide comment about your little family.

Hi, love your writing so much! ❤ I was wondering if I can get a gangbang with Muraskibara,Midorima,Aomine and Kagami with a female s/o? If that's too much to do I totally understand. Have a good day ☺

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The victory against Jabberwock was something that would go down in history. No amount of screaming, dancing and celebrating could ever live up to the feeling of seeing the board light up with the final score before the buzzer went off. Besides the Jabberwock team, everyone was celebrating the win. The strong stench of booze-filled the air as Riko's father stumbled by - mumbling curses at the Jabberwock team forever thinking they had a chance - causing Midorima to lift his shirt up to cover his nose to avoid the strong smell. He was happy - thrilled and in shock even - his cold demeanour didn’t break.

He hasn’t felt like this in a long time. He could feel his hands shaking in the pockets of his jersey jacket. His leg bounced unnaturally fast, heart-thumping inside his chest. It was the post-game high. He has gotten used to winning ever since he joined the Generation of Miracles that he forget that this could even happen. The adrenaline from the game hasn’t settled yet and his body was jittery and looking for an outlet to waste all the extra energy. But he found himself unable to move. What could he do? Play ball? He’d win again - as if anything else was possible - making the endeavour useless. He needed something thrilling, something where he couldn’t see the outcome of, something-

“Shintarō,”

He jerked his head to the side to see who had called his name. It was Akashi.

“Everyone’s heading home. Do you have a ride?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m taking the train home,” Midorima replied. He got up and began to get ready to leave, he just has to get his gym bag from the locker room and he would be ready to leave. Standing up from his seat he began to dust off his pants, straightening them with the palms of his hands. The sudden giggle caught his attention and he looked up.

(Y/N) (L/N). The girl who worked for Rikos father. He hadn't met her until the day he brought her in with him, she went to a different school on the edge of the district. He said something about her working the front desk of the gym as a summer job - but all he could remember her from was the constant flirting her and Aomine would get into when they were supposed to be practicing. She stuck around to see the boys practice for the match against Jabberwock, often bringing in water and snacks for the players and subs. The skirts she would wear would always be hiked up to a very questionable height - everyone saw the panty hoes stocking she wore, the slight dark ones with the lacy tops - but despite the obvious flirting she was nice. She served as the manager in the Jabberwock match, making sure everyone had cold water and were patched up after an injury.

He wasn’t surprised when he saw her walking next to Aomine. It was about time the two of them went on a date or something - the tension they created was suffocating - and the way Aomine talked about her made everyone certain that he mostly won the Jabberwock match to impress her. Midorima paid them no mind as they walked by, he had better things to worry about. Pushing in his chair he began to make his way to the door that lead to the locker rooms. He reached out to grab the metal handle of the door when he heard his name being called.

“What're you doing here still?”

It was Kagami. Midorima turned around and saw the red-haired bafoon that was Kagami, standing next to Murasakibara. “I just have to get my gym bag and then I’m leaving,” Midorima replied. “Oh same,” Murasakibara chimed in. “Yeah me too,” Kagami said. The three boys stood in silence, waiting for someone to make any sort of move to break the awkward silence. Taking it upon himself, Midorima let out a sign, “do you want to go get them?” Without saying another word the three boys began to walk through the double doors and began to make their way to the locker rooms.

They all knew what was happening. They all had it. It was awkward dealing with it - what we’re you supposed to do besides beat your meat to let the built-up energy out?- there was no use in playing each other, they already knew the outcome and it would satisfy none of them. Which left the only plausible option, which was beating your meat. Kind of uncomfortable knowing that as soon as you all get home you’re going to fistfight your dick until you can’t feel it anymore, but despite that, they all managed to make it to the locker rooms in peace. The light was still on - strange - but they assumed that it was left on for them to close so they went in without a thought. So when they saw Aomine sitting on the bench with you between his legs, dick deep in your throat as he pushed down on your head, bobbing it on the length of his dick, it was a little surprising.

The sound of the door opening caught the two of you off guard - but not quick enough. You pulled away from Aomines dick, a string of off-white following your bottom lip as you pulled away to look at the three men staring at you. No one was shocked that you and Aomine were… bonding… it was just shocking to walk in on it. It was awkward and a little embarrassing.

“I was wondering when you guys would show up,” Aomine chuckled as he pulled his pants up as he stood up. You were still on the floor, bare knees on the hard coke floor, as you looked at Aomine walk over to the other guys. “You’re just in time.” He reached out and put his arms over Kagami. “Things were just getting started.” He chuckled. “What the fuck do you-“ “Awe c’mon,” he interpreted Kagami. Take his arm off him and walk back over to you. “We’re all feeling it - might as well put it into good use.” He said as he sat back down on the bench. “I know I am,” he smirked looking down at you.

No one said a word as they absorbed what Aomine had just said. “All of us?” Midorima chocked out. He looked down at you - there was no way you could handle that, especially at a time like this - but when he locked eyes with you, chills ran up his spine. “Exciting,” you cooed looking over to Aomine. He leaned forward, grabbing your chin with his fingers and placing a kiss on your lips, “good girl,” he cooed back as he pulled away.

“Daiki this is wron-“ “You don’t have to,” Aomine sighed throwing his head back. “Just know you’ll be missing out on a lot - baby, go stand against a locker and show them what they’ll be missing.” On cue, you stood up and walked over to the lockers directly in front of the three onlookers, playing your chest on the cold surface and bent over, opening your legs. Your skirt hiked up above your ass, ass spreading apart to show a glimpse of your pussy - the thick slick glistening in the locker room lighting. “Shake,” Aomine commanded. You wiggled your butt a little, your ass and thighs moving hypnotically. “Good girl.” Aomine rewarded. He turned his attention back to the guys by the door.

“Interested?” He teased.

It didn’t take long for their cocks to be buried in their fists as they slowly glided their palms along their shaft. Soft groans and grunts mixing with your squeals and Mewls and bounced around the confined walls of the locker room as Kagami stuffed his face deeper in your cunt. Your legs wobbled with every shock of pleasure that surged through your body - Kagami's firm grip on your hips was the only thing keeping you up at that point. Your back arched as you felt yourself be pushed further into the cold surface of the locker, the side of your face pressed against the metal while your braced yourself with your hands. The warm stream of Kagamis spit and your own slick dripped down your legs as Kagami dove his tongue deep in your hole. His hands looping between your legs and coming back up to spread your ass open. The constant assault on your clit from his tongue was enough to get you to the edge, but not push you off into an orgasm. It was torture. You had lost track of how long Kagami has been eating you out - 10 minutes? 15? - it didn’t matter, you were too lost in the pleasure to tell him anything otherwise.

The more Kagami pulled you back into his face, the more you felt your back arch to fit the position. Your panties had been discarded - more like ripped off by Aomine - and now served as a nice decoration piece around Midorimas cock as he gently pumped it on his dick. You could feel the carnivorous stares from them - you knew that they would ravish you when the chance finally comes - and the whole thrill of it just made things better.

“I think you’ve had enough to eat,” Aomine chimed up as he walked over to you two. Despite that, Kagami kept going, flicking your clit with his tongue and stopping to suck on the swollen bud, before he felt Aomines hand on his shoulder. He pulled away, taking in a deep breath as he began to refill his lungs with the air he was depriving them of. He leaned in and gave your abused clit a quick peck before getting up on his feet, wiping the wetness from around his mouth with his arm. He went and sat down on the bench, slumping in the seat before his hands went to palm the tent in his pants.

“Look at you baby,” Aomine teased, looking down at your figure. You were still in the position, legs open, bent over against the lockers.“You got spoiled by Kagami,” He walked up next to you, turning to face the three men watching you like him rabid dogs. He reached out and grabbed your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and exposing your wet cunt. “He really spoiled you didn’t he, princess?” He cooed as he smacked your ass. You let out a whine in response, your legs buckling. The sudden feeling of Aomines fingers in your cunt caused you to squeal. Immediately he began to scissor his fingers, stretching you out.

“You’re so tight baby,” he teased. “Sucking my fingers in like that - are you really that needy? Do you need your cunt stuffed, princess?” Aomine pulled his fingers out, your cunt immediately contracting at the sudden loss. He smacked your ass one last time, startling you, before going back to where he was sitting. “Atsushi,” he called. “Why don’t you stretch her out for us.”

You eagerly waited as you heard footsteps approach you - anticipating what would happen next - but you were caught off guard when a shadow overtook you, darkening the light that had been coming from the lights overhead. You turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the purple-haired giant - a menacing grin accompanying him. It happened in a blink of an eye. You felt his hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your hips, he pushed you against the locker and spread your legs further. You could feel his tip at your entrance - he was big, bigger than what you could take by a landslide - but that didn’t stop him pushing his throbbing dick in you. You were too stunned to let out any noise as you felt his dick push it’s way into you - the burning feeling from suddenly being stretched out taking over and numbing your senses. Your cunt resisted, tightening up and stopping his duck from going any deeper.

You felt him lean onto your back, coming closer to your ear, his hot breath hitting the side of your neck. “Is that all you can take?” He teased. Tears welled up in your eyes as your cunt went into overdrive trying to adjust to him. “Don’t be a hog, Atsushi-“ Aomine groaned. You heard Atsushi sigh. The last thing you remember was feeling his hands trace down your thighs to the pit of your legs, reaching lower until he had his elbows in your leg outs before lifting up. You let a short Yelp when you felt yourself suddenly be lifted up. The once darkening shadow you were under was gone, you were now fully exposed to the light - fully exposed to them. With your legs up to your face, Murasakibara held you up like you weighed nothing - your cunt on full display to the audience. The new angle tightened you up more - causing a bit of Murasakibaras dick to slip out.

“Is that all you can take?” Aomine chuckled. “Baby, he’s only halfway in.”

Before you could process what he said, Murasakibara thrust up into you. Your mouth opened but no noise came out, just a sharp gasp. Your body felt numb as Murasakibara pushed the last bit of his dick into you. He stopped - half out of pity and letting you adjust and half out of wanting to feel your pussy wrapped around his dick - and that’s when you finally looked down. The indent of his dick in your pussy left you speechless - ‘how the fuck did I take that?’ - but it didn’t last for long. Murasakibars began to thrust, his hips bucking up and sliding his dick in and out of you.

The stinging only lasted a few thrusts before you felt his dick practically ram into your g spot. You immediately melted into his touch - your body relaxing and muscles tensing down - loud moans began to escape your lips with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room - though it wasn’t loud enough to drown out your moans - the sound echoing in the small room.

“Why don’t you go out your hands to use, Shintarō?” Aomine said looking over at Midorima. Without hesitation, Midorima got up, almost like he’d been waiting for his turn, and walked over to you. Murasakibara didn’t stop for him - still continuing to pound into you while letting out a string of slurred words. You looked too dazed to even realize what was going to happen. Midorima raised his hand, gently sliding his fingers down your exposed thighs as they made their way to your swollen bud. Gently ghosting over your clit, he saw an immediate reaction from you - your body jolted and threw Murasakibara off guard. “Fuck-“ Murasakibara adjusted his grip onto you. “Keep sucking me in like that and I’m gonna cum-“

His fingers were still wrapped, now a little soaked from touching you. He took the finger wraps off and turned to face you. He reached up, caressing your cheek as you bounced from having Murasakibaras cock shoved deep in you. He grabbed the bottom of your chin, pulling it down and opening your mouth, not wasting any time shoving his fingers in your mouth. Despite your bouncing you managed to suck on his fingers, your tongue swirling around as a pool of spit built up in your mouth. Midorima pulled his fingers out, watching you pout at the sudden loss. Without hesitation, he brought his fingers down on your clit - pressing down on it just enough to evoke a reaction. You let out a loud while when you felt him slowly begin to circle your clit - his touch was gentle, yet so calculated.

Midorima toyed with your clit, relishing in the various Noises you made. At first, he was teasing you, but then he started to go faster - his slender fingers flicking, circling and pressing down on your clit - it didn’t take long for your body to be overstimulated. You threw your head back and began to squirm, cumming as you felt the boys draw out your orgasm. When you felt Midorimas fingers pull away you thought that they were done, your legs felt like jelly and your cunt felt like it was going to fall off.

“Let's change positions,”

You looked up and saw Aomine, the same devilish smile on his face. You felt Murasakibara loosen his grip on you, gently putting you down on the ground to stand up - but your legs said otherwise. You stumbled, Aomine catching you. “Why don’t you sit down,” he said as he gently began to help you sit down on the ground - what seemed like a kind gesture soon revealed its true colours when you felt yourself sit on what felt like someone. You looked down and saw long legs, turning back to see Murasakibara sitting against the locker wall with his dick out, standing straight up. You looked back over and Aomine, who stared down at you with dilated pupils.

He stood back up, hands going straight to his pants as he pulled down to reveal his dick. Soon the other two joined, standing in front of you and taking out his dicks. You felt Murasakibaras hands on your hips again, gasping when you felt him easily maneuver you onto his dick, sliding it between your pussy lips before pushing it in. You sat down on his dick, taking it all until the end, feeling sort of relieved to be filled up again. Closing your eyes you began to grind on his dick, generating some friction.

Opening your eyes you were greeted by the tip of Midorimas dick mere inches away from your face. His bright pink head was all you could see until you looked up. Your eyes met with Midorimas light green eyes, the once modest and embarrassed glimpses had turned into shameless, lustfully staring. You knew what he wanted - you were surprised that he of all of them would be so bold to step up. You were unsure of what the plan was - there were four guys and only two of them had their dicks insight, or in you - confused you looked round to see where the rest had gone, getting caught off guard when you saw Aomine standing to your side with his dick hard and practically in your face. "Don't act dumb, princess," He chuckled. You turned to the other side, this time not being surprised at the sight of Kagami's dick. You turned your head back to the man in front of you, wondering how your body was going to stay coordinated during this.

Maybe it was that piano lesson you had taken all those years back, but you found yourself on beat with every movement coming to you from the men all around you. Your knees ached from the constant friction they had to endure from the hard, concrete floor, your skin rubbing against it each time you lifted yourself off Murasakibaras dick, his large hands stationed at your hips to help support you. Midorimas dick slid deep down your throat every time you lifted yourself up, while your hands pumped both Aomines and Kagami's dick, sliding to the bottom of their shaft when you rose and coming down to their throbbing heads when you went back down.

This was all that Midorima could hope for. He could feel the tension from the game melt away from each thrust into your mouth, having his head so deep in you was a gamble. It was exciting. The uncertainty, the adrenaline release - he didn't know if it would be his last every time he would feel your lips touch the bottom on his dick. He thought that he'd cum after mapping out every grove of your esophagus, not looking down and locking eyes with you. The same eyes that he knew followed him as he made his way off the court, the same eyes that would look up at him after you'd tell him he did so good at practice, the same eyes he'd spend hours awake beating his dick to now looking up at him with pure drunk lust. It was like some perverted fantasy of his was coming true - wrong - it was his perverted fantasy coming true. Throwing his head back he bucked into your mouth one last time before cumming into your mouth, his hot cum leaking down your throat. You stopped moving at the sudden orgasm - the last of cum filling your senses, the twisted excitement causing your core to throb, and your hands to instinctively hold onto something to brace yourself. That led off a chain reaction - the sudden clenching caused Murasakibara to cum, the sudden squeezing made Kagami cum, a string of curses leaving his lips as he bucked into your hands.

For a second the world stopped moving - all you could feel was cum. Leaking in between your thighs, out of your mouth and down your cheek.

"Take your tits out for me princess," Was all you heard that caused you to snap back into reality. You looked up and saw Aomine standing in front of you, pumping his dick. "Take out your fucking tits-" He groaned. You unbuttoned your dress shirt, sliding it down to your elbows and pulling down your bra - your hands going up and pressing your breast together. Aomine let out a deep groan before he came - his hot semen sputtering on the tender flesh of your breasts. Once Aomine dick went limp you finally put pressure off your knees and leaned back into Murasakibaras's chest, panting.

"So - how're we going to clean this up?" You asked.

MASTERLIST

I accidently became a KNB account so yeah, here’s all my work on my fav basketball heads <3 

All NSFW work has been properly labelled as mature content in accordance to Tumblr’s community guidelines; I’ll still specify for minors not to interact (MDNI 18+). All NSFW work is done with aged-up characters (even when not explicitly specified). ALSO please read the warnings before proceeding thank you :)

REQUESTS: CURRENTLY OPEN

Headcanons

SFW

Various

THE KNB CHARACTERS’ GO TO DRINK // (an alcoholic’s) headcanons

Part 1 | Part 2

A SOAPY STORY // KNB Headcanons

TALL AND GORGEOUS // KNB Headcanons

BLUSHING AND STUTTERING // KNB Headcanons

KNB CHARACTERS AS BENDERS // KNB Headcanons

AREN’T THEY LOVELY? // KNB Headcanons

SWEET DREAM, MY LOVE // KNB Headcanons

IN MORPHEUS’ ARMS // KNB Headcanons

ALWAYS BETTER WITH YOU // KNB Headcanons

WISER (OR NOT) // KNB Headcanons

Aomine

HOLD ME FOREVER // Aomine Headcanons

Kise

THE BEST BOY // Kise Ryōta Headcanons

One Shots

SFW

Various

I Can’t Remember // KNB Characters x gn! Reader

Aomine

Stargazing // Aomine Daiki x Reader

Fine Line // Aomine Daiki x Reader

We’re just hanging // Aomine Daiki x Reader

Flowers // Aomine x Reader

Midorima

Sunkissed // Midorima Shintarō x Fem! Reader

Akashi

Clueless Little You // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Kiyoshi

Summer Rains // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem! Reader

Forever? // Kiyoshi Teppei x Reader

Kagami

It just makes sense // Kagami Taiga x Reader

NSFW

Aomine

Dragon Girl // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Look at You // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Kise

Surprises // Kise Ryōta x Fem! Reader

Midorima

You’re Something // Midorima Shintarō x Fem! Reader

Akashi

Two steps ahead // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Never Again // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Surreal // Akashi Seijurō x Fem! Reader

Kiyoshi

Thursday Nights // Kiyoshi Teppei x Fem! Reader

Up to Expectations // Hyuga Junpei x Fem! Reader x Kiyoshi Teppei

Scenarios

Kise

Friendly neighbour-ly activities // KNB scenario

Drabbles

SFW

Putting oil in Murasakibara’s hair

Barman! Aomine

Kissing Kiyoshi at the club

NSFW

Flustered and horny! Midorima

acidentally snooping on bf! katsuki's phone and seeing something... kinky.

you were just on katsuki’s phone, playing subway surfers. you honestly didn’t even remember because the moment you accidentally swiped to his notes app, your eyes landed on a particular note titled “shit to try w/ her” and curiosity got the best of you.

at first, you thought it was something mundane—maybe new date ideas, training routines, or even a new recipes. but as soon as you opened it, your face went hot.

because it was a list. a very detailed list of all the filthy things katsuki wanted to do to you. some of it was stuff you’d already done—rougher, filthier things that had you squeezing your thighs together just remembering them. but then there were the others. the things he clearly hadn’t brought up yet.

shit to try w/ her

- overstimulating her (worse than usual. she looks so pretty when she cries on my dick)

- mirror sex while making her watch (want her to see how fuckin’ pretty she looks fallin’ apart.)

- recording it (for us only).

- thigh riding while i just sit back and watch (bet she'd whine so fuckin pretty too)

- more praise. (she likes that. she gets all shy. cute as fuck.)

- see how many times i can make her come in a single night.

your eyes widened at that last one. oh.

you kept scrolling, your thighs pressing together involuntarily. you knew katsuki was a freak, but seeing it written out like this, with all the little notes and thoughts he’d clearly been holding onto—made your breath hitch.

this was… a lot. not that you were opposed to most of it, but the fact that katsuki was sitting on this list, keeping it to himself, planning? that was almost hotter than the list itself.

you were still staring at the screen when you heard the bathroom door open. before you could react, a shadow loomed over you.

“the fuck you doin’?” katsuki’s voice was gruff, but he sounded relaxed—like he was toweling off his hair as he walked into the room.

you scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. the second he saw the look on your face, the way you were gripping his phone like you’d just uncovered a government secret, his eyes narrowed.

“…what did you see?” his voice was cautious now, tinged with suspicion.

you slowly turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “me? what are you doing making a list of all the filthy things you wanna do to me?”

katsuki froze .a slow, deep flush crept up his neck, spreading to his ears. his jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides like he wasn’t sure if he should snatch his phone away or act like nothing happened.

“…you weren’t supposed to see that.”

your smirk widened. “oh? and when was i supposed to?”

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “dunno. when i fuckin’ brought it up.”

you leaned in, voice teasing. “well, damn. didn’t know you had all these filthy little fantasies about me.”

“shut up,” katsuki sputtered, face burning, his hand swiping for the phone. he groaned, burying his face in his hands. “fuckin’ kill me.”

you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “y’know, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

his fingers dug into your waist, his jaw clenching. “don’t—”

“i can’t believe you wrote it all down,” you teased breathlessly. “you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

katsuki groaned, muffled against your neck. “i’m gonna kill you. you keep runnin’ that mouth, and i’ll start checkin’ shit off that list right now."

you bit your lip, feeling bolder. “you know… we could. cross something off the list.”

his eyes snapped to yours, darkening in an instant.

“…get on the bed.”

and then, without another word, he crushed his lips against yours and, well—you did end up checking something off that list that night. particularly, the last one.

you lost count somewhere after the third orgasm, but katsuki didn’t. oh no, he kept track. every time your body seized up, every time you sobbed his name, every time you gasped that you couldn’t take anymore—he whispered the number into your ear like a reminder.

“four,” he’d growled, dragging his thumb over your swollen clit. “look at you, fuckin’ cryin’ for me.”

“five,” he rasped later, his grip on your thighs tightening when you tried to squirm away. “told ya you could give me more.”

by the last one, your body was boneless, your voice gone, and your mind a hazy blur of pleasure. katsuki finally relented, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.

you felt his lips press against your temple, his breathing uneven as he whispered, “fuckin’ champ.”

the morning after, you were sprawled across katsuki’s chest, his arm draped lazily around your waist as the sun peeked through the curtains. your entire body ached in the best way possible.

you groaned softly, shifting to get more comfortable, and his chest rumbled with a low chuckle, his fingers traced lazy patterns on your bare back. "you alive?"

"barely," you mumbled into his chest. "my legs hate you."

he chuckled, the sound vibrating beneath your cheek. "told ya you could take it."

you huffed a laugh, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. his crimson eyes were soft in the morning light, the usual sharpness replaced with warmth—and just a hint of smug pride.

“well, i didn’t know you were gonna go for the damn world record,” you teased. “how many times was it?”

his smirk deepened. “seven.”

your jaw dropped. “seven?”

“mhm,” he squeezed your waist. “you were real fuckin’ cute, too. cryin’, beggin’, squeezin’ me like that. thought you were gonna pass out on number six.”

your cheeks burned. “oh my god, stop.”

“why? can’t handle hearin’ how fuckin’ pretty you were last night?”

you covered your face with your hands, groaning. but katsuki was having none of it—he pried your hands away and pinned them to the mattress, leaning down until his lips brushed yours.

“seven,” he repeated against your mouth, grinning when you squirmed beneath him. “and next time? we’re goin’ for eight.”

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

Hiiii :)) first, thank you for feeding us knb content like that, you can't imagine how much of a hoe I am for these basketball guys so you're really doing me good 🧎🏾‍♀️

Can I request prompt 15 with Kiyoshi? Lowkey got a praise kink so that would be fitting lmao + we, as a community, need more Kiyoshi content so I'd be very grateful 😩

Anyways, thank you in advance if your taking my request <333

ahhh I can't tell you how excited I am for this gentle giant of a man to be requested! I too believe that as a community we should rise up and erect statues In Teppei Kiyoshi's honour... I mean 🤤🤤

Minors DNI, 18+ Content

"Are you sure about this Y/N?" Teppei asked, his large hands engulfing your face as he kissed your cheeks and forehead.

No doubt trying to ease the nerves you felt as you straddled his lap. Your naked body pressed up against him.

"I trust you Teppei, I can't imagine doing these things with anyone else but you." You admitted, your nose rubbing against his neck as you nestled into him. Your own words causing your cheeks to burn hot. Even though you were both naked this very second, your juice from previous activities still on his chin.

You had been with Teppei for a few months, a few blissful months. Teppei Kiyoshi being ever the gentleman. Walking on the road side of the street, holding doors open, scaring off any unwanted attention with his height and stature. No one wanting to flirt with you as he came up behind you and wrapped you in a hug, claiming you as his.

In these few months you had given him head, the pure length and girth of him something you had only ever seen in porn but he helped you all the way. Never pushing you to do anything until you were ready. Always reassuring you and making sure you were comfortable, freaking out the first time you went too deep and gagged. Him pushing you off him in such a hurry you fell off the bed with a thud.

He had also taught you things about your own body. The places to touch and stroke, bringing yourself to orgasm in front of him while he watched, praising you the whole time. He had also found his favourite place to be, between your thighs, licking and sucking up everything you had to offer. Pleasuring you like a man starved.

"Thank you for trusting me baby, I will do my best to make you feel comfortable." He whispered, lifting you up slightly and laying you down in your back. His tongue licking from your hip to your neck, a moan leaving your lips.

"Just relax okay, I'm right here." He said, lining up with your entrance and slightly pushing inside you. The burn and stretch causing your eyes to shut and your arms to wrap around him.

"It's okay, almost there baby." He panted, one of his large hands holding your hip while he continued to thrust forward. Your mind going foggy with pain and pleasure. The sensation unlike anything you had ever experienced but something that you were glad to be sharing with Teppei.

"That's good baby, keep doing that." He chanted.

"Fuck, you were made for me baby, you feel amazing."

"You are so big Teppei, I feel you in my tummy." You moaned, hugging him closer, scratching down his back as he picked up his pace.

"Baby if you keep saying stuff like that and tightening around me I'm going to fill you with cum a lot sooner than I want."

You smiled at that, kissing your boyfriend passionately as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"We have all night Teppei, I want you to paint all of me with your cum."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 (m)

⌕ eddie munson x reader x billy hargrove ft. steve harrington

❤︎ — content warnings: smut, slight angst, f! reader, cucking (sorta?), threesome, fingering, split roast, face fucking, degradation, very slight praise, pet names (princess, baby, etc), taking pictures during the act, breeding/creampie, facial, jealousy, possessiveness, very little mentions of drugs and alcohol, all three of them are implied to be intoxicated but still conscious enough to give consent.

❤︎ — word count: 2.1k of pure filth

Messy. That's one way to define it. 

Your breakup with Steve was messy. Everything with Steve is messy, always has been. The way he confessed to you before you guys started dating, the way he fell for Nancy while he was still your boyfriend and then of course, the long awaited moment when he told you that you guys might need a break. 

And right now, you're glad he proposed that. Because Eddie is a good kisser, the breath of liquor on his tongue matches yours. He smelled of trouble and you were drawn to the thrill of it like a moth to a flame. He's all you needed right now— a distraction, something to get your mind off from your fall out with your ex. 

“God, baby. You're really ready for it, huh?” you could hardly hear eddie's voice over the booming party downstairs and you don't think fucking here, right now, in someone else's room while tina's halloween party roared below, but you couldn't care less right now, “just shut up n' kiss me, munson.”

you slurred, your lips chasing his as you pushed him down on the bed, “as you wish, milady.” you giggle at his exaggeration before he crashed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss, letting his hands wander and pull off your clothes one by one. Your hands hastily work on the buckle of his belt, huffing while you buck your hips into his,

“impatient much, princess?”

The sudden intrusion of a new voice had both you and Eddie jumping lightly, staring wide eyed at the door now slung open which Eddie swore he locked behind him after you pushed him inside this room,

“Hargrove.” Eddie greets with a tight lipped smile. To which, the blond grinned, kicking the door shut and started walking towards the bed. 

Now, Billy had his eyes on you for quite some time. Ever since you rejected his offer to give you a ride on his '79 Chevrolet Camaro, he couldn't deny the spark. Besides, what better way to rub it on king Steve's face than by stealing away his princess? 

catching your chin in between his thumb and index finger, he whispered, “should really make sure you lock the door behind you if you don't want anyone to interrupt your alone time together.”

The hint of mockery in his voice was evident but you decided to entertain him, “and what if it was the plan all along?”

Maybe it's the alcohol thrumming in your veins or the adrenaline rush of sneaking away while your ex was right downstairs but you couldn't help the sly smirk that slipped on your lips. 

“two can play that game, princess.” his voice is an octave low now, eyes half lidded as he stared at your lips, thumb tracing the plump of your lower lip before leaning forward and claiming a kiss,

“great, sure, just invite yourself in here, man.” eddie groaned, rolling his eyes at the display. Breaking the kiss, you press your finger on eddie's lips, shushing his complaints, “don’ be selfish now, eddie.” palming his cock through his jeans, you purred, “there's 'nough of me for both of ya',” 

Billy chuckles at your slurred words, hand snaking around to grab your bicep and tugging you forward into his chest, “you heard her, freak.” there's a subtle jealousy evident in eddie's actions when he grabs your waist tight, brown eyes staring into billy's taunting blue ones,

“you gonna fuck her or what?” the blond rasps, pressing kisses down your jawline and nipping lightly at your neck. Eddie scoffs, looking away while you moaned for Billy, “don't you have better things to do?”

“you do realise right that she's not your girl or anything?” Those words, bitter yet true, made Eddie wonder why he was here. Billy is right, you aren't dating him. It's hypocritical of him to get jealous like this. So what if he has been your dealer for what, like at least a few months now? That doesn't imply anything. That's not a relationship.

Even if he calls the times you met in the woods as dates, sneaking out and getting high together. Eddie smiles a bit at the memories before blinking them away upon Billy's words, “if you prefer just watchin' then I can put on a good show for ya', Munson.” 

“We'll see whose name she's moaning soon.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie slips his hand inside your panties after flipping up your skirt, “shit baby, you're already dripping,” his fingers barely teased your folds and you were already whining, hips pushed back into his touch while Billy cradled your face in his palms, the menacing smirk on his lips a sheer contrast to the way he held you gently,

“turns out, the princess is just a cheap lil' whore, hm? Moanin' like a slut even though we've barely touched her yet.” 

Eddie groaned when you clenched around his fingers at Billy's words, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He was getting impatient at the thought of how tight your cunt would feel wrapped around him, “what? She getting tighter due to my words?”

Billy sneers, his hand slid down to wrap his fingers around the column of your throat, “you like being called a slut, princess?” you caught on the little sadistic glint in his eyes even in your intoxicated state and yet you can't deny that the thrill of it all excited you further, “speak up, princess.”

he pressed a light kiss on your lips as you stuttered out a small affirmative. Meanwhile Eddie pulled out his fingers with a wet 'pop' and a muttered curse under his breath. The clang of his belt soon followed before you felt him press the swollen head of his cock against your entrance,

“bet I can just slip right in, mhm?” you tried to look at him over your shoulder but Billy's hand around your neck prevented that, “uh uh, eyes on me, slut.” 

But before you can reply with a snarky comment, Eddie's cock thrusted into your barely prepared cunt, bottoming out with one hard thrust. Your cry made the man in front of you chuckle, his voice shushing you gently while the man behind you gripped your hips hard, nails digging into your clothes, “fuckin' hell baby, you're so— ah, so fucking tight,”

he was already dragging his cock all the way out, teasing you by just leaving the swollen tip in before slamming in with vigour. The force of which had you falling into Billy's chest. Your lips parted in a silent scream when Eddie's hand snaked around your thighs, fingers finding your clit to toy with. Billy took this opportunity to grab a fistful of your hair and push your face down against his crotch,

“take it out.” he cooed, tugging harshly at your strands when you failed to follow through on his order. With the smallest droplets of tear forming at the corners of your eyes from the rough treatment, you hurriedly undid his denim jeans, his hard cock springing out with a spilled grunt from his lips,

“put that mouth to good use, slut.” his fingers dug into your skull as soon as your lips wrapped around the tip, shoving you down on his cock soon after and laughing breathlessly when he heard you choke. A groan left him as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, hips jutting against you sporadically, “fuck,”

the curse drawls out of his lips with a deep grunt, followed by Eddie's voice, “you're tightening up, baby.” he knows that you're clenching around him because of Billy's rough treatment, at the idea of having them both and it pisses him off.

The mere thought of having to share you with Billy fuckin' Hargrove, Hawkins' new king, makes Eddie dig his nails into your skin, leaving tiny crescents blooming on the area as he brings your hips back to meet his sharp thrusts midway.

Each deep thrust of Eddie's hips pushed you against Billy, his cock slipping deeper in your throat and making tears roll down your face. Your lungs burned from the lack of air and you squirmed under the two men's hold on you.

Pulling out his cock from your mouth, Billy fisted it, slapping your cheek with the saliva slickened head, “you look so fuckin' beautiful like this… all fucked out and messy.” his eyes followed how yours rolled back into your head and face flushed with tear stains while eddie continued to fuck into you without acknowledging the other man.

Looking around Billy smirked upon finding what he was hoping for. His hand cradled your chin with a touch softer than you'd expected from him and he lifts your face up. There was a flash of bright light in front of you and then you heard a reeling sound. With wide eyes, it took you a moment to realise that he just snapped a polaroid of you like this, 

“what the fuck are you doin', Hargrove?” Eddie barked, eyes narrowed to which Billy chuckled, shaking off his rebuking glance with an uncaring shrug, “thought you'd be more fun, Eddie. Here, you can have this.” handing the metalhead the polaroid, Billy watched his reaction, holding back a chuckle when Eddie seethed, jaws clenched and jealousy oozing off his mere existence. 

Guiding your mouth back on his cock, Billy smirked, “you can't handle a girl like her, munson.” 

This time, Eddie scoffed, placing the photo down, “yea? Then why's she about to cum on my cock, hm?” his hand gripped the back of your head, shoving you down on Billy's cock roughly. A muffled yelp from you and a curse muttered by Billy with his head thrown back, mouth hanging open had Eddie chuckling now, spitting out the last word with venom laced in his tone, “think I like you better like this, king.” 

“fu—ck,” Billy's hips stuttered, cock throbbing heavy on your tongue while his hefty balls slapped against your chin. Your thighs trembled from eddie's cock hitting right against that spongy spot inside you that had you cumming around him with a scream that got muffled by billy fucking your throat mercilessly. 

“your gonna look s'fuckin' pretty with my cum all over your face, princess.” he gasped before pulling out right as he was about to cum. Jerking off his twitching cock, he spilled his cum on your face, lazily slumping back against the bed now.

Grabbing the camera, he snapped another photo of your face— delicate makeup that took you hours to do, now ruined with tears, drool and cum— courtesy of Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson, “this one's for king Steve,” staring at the polaroid, Billy mused, “Harrington's gonna love this.” 

Eddie bit his lip to bite back his grunts while you spasmed around his cock, pushing him closer to his own high. He tried to pull out but you pushed your hips back into his, making him chuckle a bit, “gonna cum, baby.” you looked back at him with glassy eyes,

“wan' it inside, eddie, please,” he can't deny when you ask so sweetly now can he? Ever since the first time he met you to supply drugs, he always did have a soft spot for you and maybe, just maybe you reciprocated that. He was definitely more than just a distraction.

you figured that you'd been happier with him the last few months you spent with him than you ever were with steve, "you sure?” you hum with a light nod. the moment soon being interrupted by Billy who scoffs at you both, “love birds.” 

Rolling his eyes at Billy's words, Eddie pushed his cock back in, upto the hilt, letting your walls squeeze him tightly as he came, a string of curses on his lips. 

Meanwhile Steve happened to have the worst evening of all times. Hearing Nancy say that they're just pretending to be in love with each other and then seeing Jonathan take her home. He just needed some alone time.

But he just happened to stumble upon the very room you were in. And his throat went dry at the sight, “sorry, I'll just—” he was about to leave when Billy spoke up with a grin,

“Welcome to the after party, Harrington.” 

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