pops In Can.. We Ask For More? If Not Please Ignore This And I Am Sorry!

*pops in* can.. we ask for more? If not please ignore this and I am sorry!

Buuuut if yes...

Can I ask for kabedon with Kiyoshi Teppei again? 🥺

I just.. his height is just.. asking to be put into this situation????

I absolutely LOVED the neck kisses with Teppei! Thank you so much for writing it.

kabedon with kiyoshi » kuroko no basket

*pops In* Can.. We Ask For More? If Not Please Ignore This And I Am Sorry!

“Shh.. hold still.”

Pressing his large body over yours a bit, he leans his forearm on the wall above your head and looks at something to the side.

You can’t really focus, your cheeks flushed from the close proximity Kiyoshi is with you, feeling his hard-worked abs against your skin.

“There.” He returns his attention down at you and offers a sweet closed-eyed smile. “Sorry about that, I had to do that in order to get those guys away.” He sheepishly laughs while you just silently shake your head.

“H-hey, you okay?” Kiyoshi doesnt move as he notices your silence and lowered head, so he leans down to get a look at your face. “Did I hurt you?”

His soft voice is by your ear, sending shivers down your skin and your cheeks warm further. It doesn’t take long for him to notice your red tipped ears and he blinks, before smiling and giving a soft hearty laughter.

“Oh, sorry [Name], I didn’t realize- but your blush is quite adorable, so maybe I’ll do that again sometime?”

I’m sorry this isn’t that great in my opinion, I kind of just wanted this out :( I’m making an aomine one though, and hopefully that one is better!! <3

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ + ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:ᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪᴍᴀ ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ, ᴀᴏᴍɪɴᴇ ᴅᴀɪᴋɪ, (ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏʟ)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

[AN: my uni just started to updates might be slow. the beginning is a little show because i just want the plot laid out. thank you so much for all the support on this! i didn't think this would get that much traction but it makes me so happy!]

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

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Shintaro watched you as you sat in front of the vanity mirror, the lights along the mirror illuminating your face as you gently rubbed in the moisturizer on your face. Your hand reached over to close the lid of the moisturizer jar, gliding past the products in front of it as if they had never existed. He hated that. Every time you reached past the plethora of makeup products displayed on the vanity table, he felt a punch in his gut. He had spent hundreds, even thousands, to get you the most high-end makeup. Gucci, Dior, Chanel. Every luxury brand that existed on the market, yet you reached over for a generic drug store tube of lipstick each time. You wore the plain nude shade, barely visible on your lips. Despite the many vibrant, bright and dark colours in front of you, your hand always made its way to the nude shade. He had suggested and even begged you to wear more - a little mascara or eye shadow - but you refused. Every time it was the same lipstick—no matter where you were going. Just like your choice in colours, Shintaro began to find you… boring. Dull. Plain. Uninteresting. He hated it, and in a way, hated you—your simplicity. You never wore the racy lingerie he got you - aside from special occasions, but even those had become rare. Life with you had started to become a chore: the same routine, the same conversations - you'd ask about his day, ask what tea he would like to drink, ask about coworkers - it was like being trapped in a loop. Because of your simplicity, it was easy to notice every detail about you - if you switched to a new perfume, shampoo, and clothes. So when he saw the one vibrant red lipstick tube out of its usual place, he immediately knew what was happening. He cleared his throat as he tightened his tie, fixing his suit in the floor-length mirror. The joint walk-in closet was pretty spacious, with enough room for your vanity table and enough space for him to get ready. It was your idea to have that. You had said that it brought you closer, that it was a very intimate gesture to get in front of each other. "You finally wore that Dior lipstick, huh?" He spoke up, not looking away from the mirror. "Yes. It's a lovely colour." Shintaro was taken aback. He didn't expect you to reply so quickly - actually, he didn't expect you to reply at all. He turned towards you. You had your jewelry box open and were going through it, trying to find a pair of earrings. The event was black-tie, so he assumed you would wear the pearl earring his mother had gotten you - making him confused as to why you were going through the jewelry box since you kept the pearl earrings on the ceramic tray by your perfumes. He inhaled. He knew why the lipstick was out of place - a reason that made his stomach uneasy - but he couldn't muster up the courage to say it, to hear those words come out of his mouth. "Have you seen my Swarovski set? The one with the necklace-" "Who is he?" Shintaro asked, turning towards you. You didn't turn around, staring at his reflection in the mirror in front of you. You stared into his green eyes, seeing rage beginning to frost his vision. You took a deep breath and looked down at the jewelry box, keeping your composure. "I thought you we weren't gonna tell," You replied as you closed the jewelry box, getting up from the chair and walking to one of the closest to your right. "I remember you explicitly laying out rules about this," You opened the closet door and began to push back the few boxes on the shelf in the closet. You paused to pull out a velvety box from the back, smiling before turning around and walking to the vanity. "Or does that only apply to you and the coworkers you fuck?" You asked as you opened the box. Shintaro took in a deep breath. He turned around and began to fidget with his cuffs, looking at his reflection and trying to regulate his breathing. "Is she going to be there?"

"y/n-" "Is she?" "What's gotten into you?!"

It took a moment for Shintaro to realize that he had raised his voice. He turned to you, face feeling flushed and heart thumping in his chest. Your eyes hadn't left the mirror, watching as you put in the stud for the earrings.

"Uber back," You said as you closed the purple box in front of you. "I'm taking the car."

There were only three rules to your arrangement.

Not with anyone you know. Not in the house. Not revealing anything. You figured Shintaro made those rules under the guise that you wouldn't participate - how could you, a doting wife like you, participate in such an act? - or at least, the version of you that Shintaro liked thought that.

You wanted to have hope that by the end of the arrangement, you would be back to normal, putting this whole thing behind and moving on - but the more it went on, the more that vision faded.

None of you had followed the rules. You could smell Mei around the house, thankful that Shintaro had the decency not to fuck his mistress on your bed. You weren't a saint either, fucking your husband's friends on the kitchen counter before going and sleeping next to your husband as if nothing happened. The only rule yet to be broken was the last one—not telling each other anything. But what was the point when you knew that your husband was fucking his younger coworker on the same couches he sat down and had tea with you on?

You'd had enough.

You had Daiki's number from the times he'd babysat Kota. Too nervous to call, you sent a text.

'r u free tonight?'

Immediately you got a reply.

'i'm free after 6.'

'come to my place at 6:30. shintaro is out for a meeting.'

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izayanara

3 years ago

you lied

i redrew that old ghostbur piece out of spite lol

(old painting under ‘read more’)

(PLEASE DON’T COPY/EDIT/USE/REPOST, REBLOG INSTEAD)

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izayanara

2 years ago

Ripe

summary enjoying your favorite summertime snack around the wrong company can be a very dangerous thing to do.

warnings cursing, lots of heat, smut, slight food play, oral fixation-ish, praise, semi-public & risky

word count 1,912

note i will say that inspiration strikes at the oddest of moments

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

It was a beautiful summer day as you walked through the gates of the Hawkins Pool.

Tilting your sunglasses up you scanned the bustling scene for your boyfriend, your ears perking up as a shrill whistle entered the air followed by harsh barking words.

There he was. Berating a pair of twelve-year-old boys for dunking each other in the 5-foot end of the pool.

Pursing your lips around your fingers you mustered a sound capable of hailing a taxi cab. Smiling, you gave him a large wave as he snapped his head in your direction.

Coming over to Billy’s side of the pool you crossed your arms and waited for him to finish his lecture.

“You wanna die today kid?” the one boy still ashamedly grasping his friend by the collar.

The boy shook his head furiously.

Looming over them menacingly Billy waved them apart, blowing his whistle sharply.

“Didn’t think so.” he scoffed turning to face you.

“Another life saved.” you mused sarcastically.

He smirked, eyes appraising the small sundress on your frame.

“You staying to swim today?” he asked curiously.

You had yet to come to the pool for a swim. Thus far only stopping by to share lunch breaks or say hi on your days off, and he was beginning to worry that you were ducking him.

Allaying his fears, you slyly pulled aside the strap of your dress revealing a thin red bikini strap.

A small groan escaped his lips.

“Good.”

Pulling the beach bag from your opposite shoulder, you took Billy’s hand as he walked you to a small patch of shade in the grass.

Sitting together, you pulled out a couple brown paper lunch sacks and water bottles.

Taking his, Billy pulled out a sandwich biting into it immediately.

You giggled, pulling a peach from your lunch bag.

“Wha?” he questioned, ripping off another large portion.

The sandwich was nearly gone.

“Had I known they worked you this hard, I would have brought you two.” you said tenderly.

He chewed thoughtfully before swallowing, opening the small bag of chips with a pop.

“Would you like mine?” you offered.

He almost looked offended, waving his hands in refusal.

“Billy, if you’re still hungry have mine.” you pulled out your sandwich, putting it in his lap.

“It’s not the end of the world…” you smiled encouragingly.

He swallowed hard. Guilty, childlike eyes of appreciation looking back at you.

“Thanks.” he ripped the tinfoil off and tucked into it with vigor as you turned your attentions to your own lunch.

The peach was soft and ripe, giving way with an audible squelch as you bit into its smooth flesh.

It may have actually been a little overripe as juice flowed from the fruit down your chin. Dripping onto your chest and traveling to rest between your cleavage.

You pulled away with a messy mouthful, closing your lips with a loud slurp.

“This was messier then I thought it would be…” you commented innocently, taking another graphic bite.

Billy was slowly chewing, his ears burning with the first wet sounds falling from your lips.

He was watching you now with rapt attention.

Watching those delicate pink pillows wrap and press themselves against the skin of that sinfully moist food.

Teeth and tongue scraping for the exquisitely sweet meat it had to offer you.

Your mouth pulling off in a lewd, wet burst. Lips shimmering.

You looked immensely content and it was driving him absolutely insane.

Taking care to suckle the last bits of goodness from the pit, you hummed happily.

“I’m a mess. Lemme go clean off… be back in a sec.” you insisted, sucking a bit of juice from your thumb.

Rising to your feet, you wandered towards the women’s locker rooms, tossing the pit in the trash.

Entering the locker rooms you headed off towards the sinks, when a large hand wrapped itself around your wrist and jerked you inside a nearby changing stall.

About to yell, your eyes widened when you realized who it was.

“Billy?!” you whispered harshly. “You can’t be in here!”

You gruffly pulled the privacy curtain over the entrance, encasing yourselves in the small space.

“Relax…” he murmured with a leer, “the supply closet connects the men’s.”

You weren’t relaxed.

“Why’re you in here?” you inquired, bashfully meeting his eyes.

The corner of his mouth pricked up in sick delight as his broad arms pinned you in on both sides.

Your toes curled in anticipation, resting a palm flat against his bare chest.

You knew that look anywhere. And he knew.

He knew damn well that he didn’t even have to lay a finger on you, and you would fall right into whatever scheme he was concocting.

He rarely if ever had to ask.

“Here?” you breathed, slightly panicked as the voices of women chattering passed by the curtain and out the door.

He gave a stern nod, his hand lazily lifting one strap of your dress. Drawing it down your shoulder.

Heat was pooling between your legs, a familiar ache overwhelming your core as you chewed your lip.

“Think you can handle a lil’ challenge princess?” his opposite hand dragging down your other strap, pulling the dress downward and exposing your bright crimson bikini top.

You looked over at the drape, considering your last momentary thoughts of sanity before locking eyes with him.

Nodding nervously, your head fell back against the stall wall as he instantly attacked you.

Diving, he dipped his face between your breasts, his tongue seeking out the sticky sweet trail of fruit juice that had fallen among them.

A sharp gasp of surprise fell from your mouth, feeling him run his tongue in a thick, flat strip up the length of your sternum approaching your collar bone.

Momentarily pausing at your pulse point, he nipped your skin, testing you.

You bit your lip, holding in a small cry, rolling your hips against him in protest.

“Good girl” he muttered, moving his assault northward.

Craning your neck, pressing yourself flush against the cool metal wall, you attempted to ground yourself.

His tongue creeping over your chin reaching its final destination.

Biting your lower lip, he pulled you into a hungry kiss. Laving his tongue against your plush lips. Demanding entry, which you willingly obliged.

Slipping your fingers beneath the elastic of his trunks, you ground yourself against him. A low rumble of approval emanating from his throat as his growing arousal pressed up against you.

Deepening the kiss, his hands traveled south roughly grasping your ass, his fingers digging harshly into the skin, making you whimper.

“Have you always owned this set?” he rasped, leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw and tickling the shell of your ear.

“I bought it two days ago” you squeaked, as a hand cupped your sex.

A deep growl of satisfaction met your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Looks sexy” he commented, hooking a finger in the crotch of your high-leg bottoms and shifting them aside.

An intense thrum of pleasure rumbled in his chest as he lightly dusted his fingers across your folds.

“Ya just make this too easy princess…” dipping his digits lightly at your entrance he withdrew them, to show you. The clear viscous fluid dripping from his fingers.

You looked to the ceiling in silent prayer before returning your gaze to him.

“I can’t help it.” you simpered as he held out his fingers for you.

Taking them into your mouth, you wrapped your tongue around them longingly only to whine lightly as he pulled them from you, replacing his mouth on yours in a searing kiss.

A conceited huff passed his lips, fanning your face. Your hips stuttering as he slipped a single finger inside you.

Idly wagging it, pressing lightly against the spot that could make you scream.

“Ya seem plenty ready to me… What cha’ think princess?” he taunted.

Deep cerulean orbs boring into you for an answer.

Chuffing, a deep blush settled across your cheeks, you were wound tighter than a spring.

“Just… fuck me” you heaved, wrapping your hands around his neck.

A broad smirk broke across his lips as he grabbed your ass, hoisting you up his waist. Pressing you firmly between himself and the wall.

Freeing his erection from his trunks, he lined himself up against your entrance, sinking into your heat.

Your jaw clenched, biting your lip hard to quiet yourself as you wrapped your legs around him.

“Shit princess…” his head lolling at a full tilt, “so fuckin’ tight.”

You whimpered softly, the light sting of the sudden intrusion making you clench reflexively.

“Always so fuckin’….” he drew back “tight…” thrusting deep.

You choked out an audible moan, your head hitting the wall.

“C’mon now princess… we’re just gettin’ started.” he tutted.

Picking up a steady pace, he claimed your lips. Swallowing down your pathetic whines and pleading cries.

Angling his hips, he drove deeper making your head swim.

“Billy…” you mewled softly, tucking your head against his neck to stifle yourself.

“Somethin’ ta say princess?” he growled with a harsh snap of his hips. The head of his cock hitting your cervix.

You always played this game. The longer it took for you to choke it out, the harder he was going to make it for you.

He rolled his hips, burying himself deep pressing against that nub in a way that could make you cry and wipe your mind blank.

“Speak up…” he taunted, nudging himself up against your sensitivity.

“Ngh...” looking at him through hooded eyes you tried to gain what control you had.

Another abrupt thrust.

Your eyes rolling, you managed what you could.

“Fuck me…” a sharp inhale, “so well…”

He was smiling like the cheshire cat.

“That so princess?” his pace was gaining steam, your nails grappling against his back for better hold.

A calloused thumb had found your clit, providing constant pressure in unrelenting circles.

Your back was arching, breath hitching, as your hips started to tremble.

“Billy…” you warned.

“Tell me… say it...” he ground out.

Your walls were beginning to flutter, your climax initiating.

Kissing the juncture of his jaw, your first contraction hit you with a low moan reaching his ear.

“No one… fucks my pussy like you.” and you tumbled into bliss. Resting your head on his shoulder, forgetting completely about the noises you needed to withhold.

He gave in, pistoning his hips. Making you cry out. Locking you into a final kiss as he fell apart, fist slamming against the wall to steady himself as he filled you.

Still meeting you with lazy thrusts, he looked at you, resting your foreheads together.

You were breathless as he set you down gently, your legs still shaking.

Your eyes were wide and glazed like a doll’s.

He adored you this way. Fucked speechless and twice as beautiful.

Tucking a hair away from your kiss-bitten lips, he nipped you sweetly.

“You better shower before going in princess.” he stated.

You looked at him confused.

“Pool rules….” he tapped his whistle smugly.

Giving you one last peck, he poked his head out the curtain before casually strolling off.

A half hour later, after you pulled yourself together and took an extremely cold shower…. you came back out to the pool.

In your new suit you self-consciously waded into the shallows, wondering where he was.

A shrill sound startling you.

Whipping around you saw him smirking over you, before walking away.

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izayanara

2 years ago

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.”

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izayanara

2 years ago

Billy with a shy reader would include…

based on a request.

it is highly likely that billy fell for you entirely by accident.

he was brooding at his desk and wasn’t paying attention and because you’re ever the timid soul that you are, everyone rushed around and partnered up for the big class project… except for you two.

at first he thought this would be something to just get out of the way. something to put up with and roll his eyes at. but you started to grow on him.

he likes your calm demeanor. the way you sit back and take the world in.

you always seem to know the right thing to say at the right time, as if you’ve been analyzing him and everyone around you the whole time. maybe you’re secretly a mind reader?

he didn’t think much about you to begin with, he at times feels guilty for not noticing you sooner.

he’s always been flashy, loud, and impulsive and keeps company with people who he finds shallow and uninteresting…

he can lose his temper at the drop of a hat, but with you around it’s like watching the tide roll in. it’s soothing. he recovers quicker.

he doesn’t feel judged by you

he feels connected to you in a way that can at times frighten him and make him wonder how he ever got in so deep

he also feels like you’re so fragile that he has to protect you at all costs

if some asshole knocks your books out of your hands? he will chase them all the way off campus. full papa bear mode.

he may get a little overbearing at times. speaking up for you when maybe you can speak for yourself. but he just doesn’t know how far that line goes, and he would wrap you in bubble wrap if he could

he also just lives for teasing the life out of you. it really turns him on.

he finds it so adorable how easily flustered he can get you just by touching your cheek, or god forbid if he kisses your neck…

if you ever work up the courage to get back at him you might blow him out of the water

he loves just being in your company in general

sitting in the school parking lot for a half an hour waiting on max suddenly isn’t so torturous if you’re around.

you don’t even have to say much. he’s just glad you’re there to root him in the present.

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izayanara

2 years ago

Hi, can you please write for aomine something like his gf isn't the out-going type of gal and he always tries to do a shit ton of touchy stuff so he can get her flustered and always tries to make her horny af, like he loves that shes like another person with him and the rest of the world lol, I HOPE THIS MAKESSS SENSEEE!!!!!! and I reallllyyyyy love your writing likeeeee ufffff honey (iT GETS ME IN THE MOODS SET IF YOU GET ME 😉) BUT lol ima stop being creepy now

Tags: fingering, sweet dirty talk, use of bunny,

a/n: Yes it makes sense bby! And thank you so much!!

“Baby” he teased, watching you do your best to hide the heat growing in your face after he smothered you in kisses, not caring about the fact that you two weren’t alone a few minutes ago. “Come here”.

HIs arm wrapping around shoulder snapped your eyes towards his. "you ok bunny?" he asked, waiting for you to squirm again, loving how worked up he could get you just from a name.

Your shy face let out a slight grin, completely wrapped around his finger, "i-i um..... feel, good," you muttered out, hiding your face under the covers as he sat beside you, trying his best not to just eat you up. "You feel good bunny?" He grabbed you into his arms lowering you onto his lap.

You moaned at the feeling of his touch, being so sensitive as he knew, knowing how easy it was to get you to fall apart. All he had to do was whisper in your ear and you'd tremble in his grasp, your pretty little eyes watering as he kissed your neck, clinging onto him so tight, so precious.

You were pulled back onto his chest as you felt his big hands wandering all over your body, slowly and gently, wanting to take his time and drag every sound and expression out of you. "You're so pretty, my little bunny." He whispered into your ear, his hot breath making you twitch, just how he liked it.

“You get like this just for me bunny, huh?" he smirked, trying to hold back his fat smile as you melted into his arms.

You closed your eyes feeling his gaze on you, his fingers sliding your clothes off while kissing the top of your head, so tiny under him. He pulled you by your neck, firmly grabbing it as you didnt respond, knowing that you were his good girl and he expected you to act like one.

You whimpered, "Y-yeah… just for you," as you sighed in relief as he let go, his fingers loosening their grip, moving there way to your panties as he smirked again. "There's my good girl.” he cooed. You're gonna be a good bunny for me right?"

He pushed his lips on the side of your jaw, bending down enough to reach you, leaving wet sloppy kisses behind your ear as your eyes started watering from the pleasure. You let out a little moaned “yeah” again while his finger was tracing circles onto your clothed clit.

His other hand moved up from your tummy to under your shirt grabbing your soft tits while pinching your nipples, knowing that you got weak when he touched them. "A-ah minnie!" You whined leaning back onto his chest as your panties were see though now. His hands get rougher with every second, grabbing onto you tits while rubbing harsher and harsher as you couldn't help but grind onto his cock, nothing felt sweeter than when his name left your sweet lips.

His cock got even harder from your ass moving onto it squirming around in his lap. He locked your thighs in place with the arm he was using to play with your soaked cunny. Whimpers left your mouth as you kept grinding your hips as much as you could, not even caring to try to hold back the noises coming between your lips.

"Fuck bunny, stay still" his deep voice grunted into your neck, watching your his fingers get drenched in you slick. "minnie l-lemme, -ah p-please c-cum? Daddy plea-" Your hot cunt sucking his fingers as his thumb was abusing your poor clit, feeling so overwhelmed by his affection, while he brought you closer to the edge.

"you gonna cum bunny? Cum round my fingers stretching out that little pussy of yours?" Your soft moans, drowned out the lewd sounds of your wetness getting slapped against you cunt. “N-no i want…”

“Hmm bunny, what do you want? Gotta speak up or daddy can't hear you.”

“I -ah, want, your… cock, please” you sobbed, tears running down your face, eyes red and swollen as ever, and he thinks you're the prettiest hes ever seen you, looking like a beautiful mess while begging for him to fuck you

He quickly took off his boxers, already lining up with your needy dripping cunt as you cried even more, clinging onto him as his chest was against you back. Pussy so wet and inviting, sucking him in. “Thats a good girl, all you had to do was ask”

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