My fave thing ever is when guys are about to cum and it doesn’t matter what hole they’re in, they just go balls deep and hold you down, forcing you to take it
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Warnings
Smut!!
Group sex
Cockwarming
Exhibition
Voyeurism
It’s a trap! (Reader is set up to get in trouble if there’s a better way to tag this please let me know)
D&S
Daddy kink
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Your eyes were positively transfixed as the glass bottle spun.
It was like some vintage thing, blue glass you’d see in a renaissance painting or something.
It was soothing, and reminded you of warm windy days when you and your mom would paint out in the midd-
You blinked, jerking your head up at the eruption of excitement when it landed on Nancy.
Some how it had managed to skip her the entire game so far, so much so she almost opted to shuffle off towards the rest of the party.
Her face grew stone like, refusing to pick ‘truth’.
And yet there was more than just the other option.
“Truth, dare, or Kiss, Wheeler?” Eddie said smugly.
It was supposed to be ‘spin the bottle’, but half of us wanted to play truth or dare.
So then it became this morphed and melded game of endless possibilities.
She sighed out a huff, her shoulders shrugging with the action as a tight smile spread across her features. If he wanted to play hardball, she was game.
“Dare, Munson,” she opted.
He snickered, crossing his arms.
“S’ok, you're not my type anyway sweetheart, but you're still puckering up…I dare you to kiss Robin,” he proposed with a shit eating grin.
“What!?” The scoops sailor squeaked, flushing a deep red, causing Steve to laugh.
Nancy’s head whipped in her direction, eyes going wide as everyone lost their minds.
She looked back at him, blushing, glaring, but gave the tiniest smirk in an unspoken token of gratitude.
Eddie’s grin only widened as he bowed dramatically.
Steve pushed on Nancy’s shoulder and began a chanting that everyone soon joined.
“KISS’ER, KISS’ER, KISS’ER…”
Robin stared with eyes like saucers as the unsuspecting gunslinger stood, walked over to her and just stared down at the frozen girl amidst the chanting for a moment until ultimately dropping into her lap in a straddle.
Everyone shut up aside from some taunting noises of endearment as “Be My Lover” by Alice Cooper thrummed around them.
Nancy gathered all the courage she had and cradled Robins face in her hands, planting a less than chast kiss on her lips.
It took a second, but the reciprocity by Robin was animalistic.
Everyone clapped and erupted into hoots and hollers as the two decidedly didn’t move off of one another after the kiss was finished.
“Not brave enough my ass, Rob’s” Steve piped up about her earlier comment, earning a bird and a very stern look as Nancy just laughed, guiding Robin back for another kiss.
You giggle at the exchange as Nancy breaks away and takes a spin, looking towards the blond haired, blue eyed dream boat it lands on.
“🎵Billy,🎶”
“Dare,” he interrupts, looking over to her on the open take of a slow blink.
“Have a damned shot already,” nance says through a laugh, raising her glass as Robin nips at her neck, encircling her waist, elated that she’s still in her lap.
Billy rolled his eyes but motioned for the bottle Eddie was nursing.
“Quid pro quo…I get to spin before I shoot,” he counters.
“Sure,” Nancy agrees, looking at everyone, the request seeming reasonable enough.
And so he does, the bottle moves in slow motion until it’s not moving at all. It’s pointing at you, and you're not quite sure how long you stare at it.
Apparently not too long as no one’s said anything yet.
You look up at him, heart hammering as a very dangerous feeling creeps across you.
He raises his brows, smiling his most knee weakening smile.
The same one he used to give to Nancy’s mom at the pool…
“Well?” He prompts.
“Dare…” you say before letting go of the breath you’d been holding.
You glance next to you, to Steve, and then across to Eddie, both of them crowding you in with eyes of expectation.
This is a set up. . . Or a horrible horrible coincidence, you can’t tell which.
“Take a shot with me,” he says innocently, his voice holding that weird combination of smooth gruffness that made your tummy warm.
Your shoulders relax and you smile, that’s not so-
“up the stairs, in Steve’s room,” he tacks on impishly.
You choke on your own spit, and the entire group is silent as the grave.
“Uh, no. No-no-no, hah, no,” you stammer, earning a snort from Steve and a grin from Billy.
Eddies tilting his head a fraction, eyes half lidded, smirking at your discomfort.
“Rules are rules baby,” Steve offers from beside you.
He’s regarding you naively.
like there weren’t any implications behind Billy’s tone and You balk at him, anxiety shooting through you like murder bamboo on steroids.
What was he, he couldn’t be…he did not just say!!!!
“Well go on, the sooner you go, the sooner you can spin,” he offers, patting your thigh.
“Um, ok..b-but I wana spin before I shoot too,” you say hoping to get the same leniency.
The idea of everyone waiting on you made it that much worse.
“Fair, it’d keep the game going while Billy mauls’er,” The metalhead chimed dryly.
“Eddy!” You bite, earning a sliding glance from his still obsidian orbs. He smiles slowly.
It’s definitely a fucking set up.
Everyone agrees and you spin the damned thing, biting your lip happily when it lands on Steve.
“Kiss,” he says warmly.
And your rolling into his lap, kissing him messily, pointedly, enough that you earn a chuckle and then a surprised but delighted grunt from him, his hands settling on your hips.
After a moment he breaks it grinning stupidly at you while offering another thigh pat.
“Mm, go have a drink baby, I’ll see you soon,” he says, raking his eyes over your features with an air about him that made you nervous.
“Mm’k Daddy,” you whisper so only he could hear.
One last pat to your ass and your standing, and then joining Billy as he backed down the hall towards the foyer where the stairs were, the shadows taking over his face in some places.
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You hadn’t spent much time with Billy, so you didn’t know a whole lot about’em.
Just that he used to be a real dick, but he could charm the pants off most anyone.
You’d watched him in school and even considered working up the nerve to try and get his attention.
At least, that was the idea, until Steve swept you off your feet like a damned undertow.
The door closed behind you and for once in your relationship, this room felt foreign. Off limits. Strange even.
But the simple fact was because you were in it without your boyfriend, the one who it belonged to.
Instead you were in it with none other than the asshole who took his proverbial crown.
“Listen Billy, the shots are fine, but-“ you gasped, cutting yourself off as you turned around only to bump right Into him.
“But?” He echoed through a slow spreading smile as he began to herd you further into the room.
“But no funny business…I’m with-“
“Kiiing Steve. Yeah, I picked up on that,” he said, popping the cork from the bottle.
You looked away, his gaze lighting you up like it shouldn’t.
He knew it too, making a small hum/noise of amusement as his grin grew Cheshire, perfect white teeth filling your mind with ideas of how nice they’d feel against your neck as he was railing into you, sliding so-
“I-is that whiskey?” You say blinking a few times.
“Uh-huh, why? you been swallowing clear all night?” He asks brazenly, and you laugh.
God do you laugh. It’s stupid, and obvious, giving away where your mind goes like a magnifying glass.
He just laughs with you before taking a swig, raking your body with his eyes.
“Unfortunately not,” you admit, still giggling through your happy haze.
However as soon as the words leave you, your eyes widen and your lip is between your teeth at your flirtation.
An action that Billy mimicked unintentionally.
‘Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck, goddamnit, you horny whorebag’ you think to yourself, as your face does nothing to hide that inner monologue.
“C’mere then, doll,” he commands.
It’s unmistakably an order, but it’s gentle, and it’s accompanied by a crook of his finger, bottle still in hand.
Contrary to his wanting, you take a step back, shaking your head.
“I really shouldn’t Billy, I’ll just…I’ll just take the bottle,” you say tightly, as if it were an actual effort to not to just walk your horny ass over and take the shot from his mouth.
In fact, you're folding your arms over your chest, shoulders nearer to your ears as the nervous smile paints your face.
It doesn't go unnoticed and now he’s prowling closer, taking a second swig, the one you were Sposed to have.
“Aww, C’mon (y/n) ‘fraid I’ll tell Daddy?” He taunts, and the smile drops, his demeanor suddenly wolfish, predatory and absolutely weakening.
You’re lips part, arms falling to your sides as you look away and then back to him like you’d been caught in a lie.
“Dosent matter if you didn’t, h-he’d know…” you whimper almost too quietly.
“A-and I’m on my best behavior tonight,” you rattle off despite the fact that each second that passed, the less resolve you seem to have.
The further you slipped into the headspace of your rank…
Before you know it, the backs of your knees hit the mattress and you glance behind to see you’ve nowhere to go.
And when you look forward once more?
There he is, smoothing his hands up your forearms and crowding your space.
“And if I tell’em you behaved your worst?”
God he smelled divine, th’dickhead…
Like tonka bean and beech wood…and saltwater.
Pfft. Of course he did.
“You’d be fucked anyway, might as well earn it, hm?” He offered, setting his jaw.
You whine slightly annoyed, using all your strength not to just fall back into Steve’s bed where the California King could get you Into big fucking trouble.
“Billy give me the fucking bottle!” You hiss, the words sounding far less threatening than you’d hoped.
When he doesn't budge you shove him, earning a giggle.
A giggle!
It wasn’t exactly something you ever thought you’d hear from Billy Hargrove.
Finally you growl pulling the thing from his grasp and barreling past him, while uncorking it and taking a hefty drink.
When he comes up behind you, pressing his bulge against your ass, gripping your hips firm, you can’t stop the breathy and dark groan that leaves your lips as you unthinkingly grind backwards.
The pulse of energy that jolted up your cunt made you imagine what it would be like, and you decided something.
Billy had a strange effect on you…he called to your inner wild woman. The divine feminine that seemed unhinged.
With Steve you wanted to be bratty, you wanted to taunt until you serviced your apology of sorts and melted into his love.
Because that’s what Steve was.
Pure, unadulterated, unconditional love.
With Eddie, it was a little more of the same until you felt yourself sinking into complete submission and then even worship.
Not that you had experience with Eddie, you were just good with feeling people out, and The brunette was someone you could see yourself begging for pathetically.
But right now? In another life maybe? With Billy?
You’d turn around moaning into the blondes mouth as his equal.
You’d pull and tear his clothes from him, climb him like a fucking tree until he was pumping into you hard just standing in the middle of the room, letting loose primal grunts and growls as he claimed you, and you him.
You’d give in to the spirit of it. Of pleasure, breathing his breath, crying his cries.
But the reality was you turned around, set down the bottle and smacked the shit out of him because you weren’t his, and you were on thin fucking ice.
And then you sucked in a small breath of shock at what you’d just done.
The noise bounced off the walls and sent baby blues into deep shark-like abyssal blackness.
“Did you just fucking hit me?” He said way too calmly, letting a smile split his face.
Billy saw red in a way he’d never seen it before.
Usually this was the part where fists flew and fights started.
But the way it took him over now wasn’t in the guise of rage, but lust.
After all, you didn’t hurt him, that’s laughable.
No.
You just turned him on.
“See you down stairs,” you hissed, voice shaking as you tried to hide how badly you wanted to smack him again and make him pin you down.
O-or maybe slap you back.
He started laughing as you turned from him, and when you opened the door to leave, Steve was suddenly there, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed with Eddie’s chin nestled on his shoulder, both of their eyes on you as ‘No More Mr. Nice Guy’ by Alice cooper filled the space now that the door wasn’t closed.
“Jesus!” You yelped, tripping backwards only to land in Billy’s arms as he quickly forced and kept yours behind your back.
Just. Like. Eddie. Had. Earlier.
Your brows knit in fury and you make some girlish noise of frustration, thrashing around.
“Goddammit! Is everything Just an Eddie illusion?!”
That earned a laugh from all three of the boys and Eddie was nudging Steve inside so he could shut, and lock, the door.
“I am one hell of a dungeon master, babe,” he says through a toothy shit eating grin.
“In more ways than one,” Billy quips rasp-ishly into your ear.
You go lax in exasperation, your head lulling back as you allow yourself to glare perfect daggers at the blonde currently restraining you.
“For the love of god, did he fuck you too!?”
Billy just grinned before pressing a soft kiss just below your ear, making you jerk your head away defiantly.
“Sometimes. Sometimes I fucked him,” he breathed pornographically in an almost growl as he squeezed you in his hold.
The thought was horrendously mouthwatering despite your scoff and further glare as you ticked your head away again only to keep regarding him as a fresh idiot.
“Oh shut your dirty whore mouth, Hargrove and turn her around,” Eddie griped, mouth pressing into a line as his cheeks barely flushed.
Billy chuckled with a knowing smile, doing as he was told, spinning you around quickly to face him despite your noises of protest.
His hands moved from your wrists up to your forearms, keeping the hold firm as Eddie slapped the handcuffs from his belt onto your wrists.
“H-hey! What the fuck?! Steve?!” You whine, wiggling and trying to turn your head to look for your boyfriend only to have Billy guide your chin back to center cooly.
Eddie was gone, the cuffs bit into your skin and the usurper eyed you like something to eat as he kept you chest to chest.
“I’m here baby girl, be good for Billy, huh?” The tawny king said casually as he moved around, like The blonde was no stranger to handling you.
He absolutely was.
You’d never been ordered about or held or even fucking considered by him, or so you thought!
Billy tilted his head patronizingly, rubbing your chin with his thumb as he winked.
‘God what an absolute arrogant dick!’ You thought as your nose crinkled in rebellion, thighs clenching with betrayal.
the way your nipples hardened was further proof to you both that the situation wasn’t unwanted or uncomfortable.
“Yes, Daddy…” you mumble reluctantly, but loud enough to be heard and Billy reveled in it.
“You owe me money, Munson,” the blonde said with a drag to his words as he kept his eyes on yours.
“Yeah yeah,” he answered, also sounding as though he were shuffling about.
“She was such a good girl for you Steve, even slapped me in the fucking face to keep herself in check,” he offered, the end of his sentence grounding out.
“Again with the smacking?” Eddie scoffed flatly and disapprovingly.
“You fucking bet on me?” You snapped up at Billy, even though the question was for everyone.
“Again?” Billy ignored you, interest peaked on Eddie’s words.
“She smacked Eddie earlier outside. It wasn’t in the face, but the nerve of this one,” Steve explained.
His words were quickly followed by a hissing inhale of ‘oh’s and ‘god yes’s’ that unfolded Into a groan and then a weak moan as the soft sounds of sucking began to fill the air around them, ruining your determination to find out what the bet was about.
Your volatile bubbling aggravation settled Into a steaming blush of arousal as your pupils began to dilate at the sounds, lips parting and a soft huff making itself heard.
“Oh? Like what you hear dolly?” Billy asked, smoothing his hands up your ribs sensually.
You shiver, looking at Billy but seeming to be a little spaced out, like you were tuned directly into Steve’s needy little gasps but dissociated from the visual right in front of you.
“T-turn her around Bills, let’er see” Steve managed through something of a half mewl half sigh.
Upon his request, you became mindful, bringing your attention back to the blond who regarded you with amusement as his brows raised in a sort of question.
You nodded to him, signaling you wanted to see.
And fuck, did you.
The sight was instantly lighting you up, sending signals for your core to slicken and your mind to slip further and further into instinct rather than logic.
Steve’s mouth hung slack as it came back up from having been obviously dropped back in rapture. A light flush colored his skin and his hands were so delicately tangled in Eddie’s hair.
Never once was he rough or harsh with the brunette, he simply guided the man as he so skillfully took every inch Harrington fed him.
The metalhead groaned over Steve’s length, sucking and slurping softly but lewdly before pulling back for air, as he looked up at him.
“You like that pretty boy? M’I makin’ ya feel good?” He prompted with a cocky but confident smirk.
Steve nodded before dropping his hands to his sides.
“Yes Master, so goddamned good, thank you,” he said affectionately, bringing his fingers to gingerly test at touching Eddie’s cheek.
No part of it sounded awkward, rehearsed or even shy.
It carried a current of trust, of more than willing vulnerability, even with you standing right where you were, having never seen him this way.
Eddie's smirk melted into a fond smile and he placed his hands on Steve’s bare thighs, leaning into the touch and kissing his fingers approvingly.
“Your welcome sweet boy, I’m happy to do it,” he mused, his eyes closing for a moment.
Your skin prickled so nicely as you couldn't resist the urge to lick your lips.
Unthinkingly you moved forwards only to be gently stopped, and pulled back flush against Billy’s now bare chest.
When did he do that? God he was warm…
“Ah, Ah, easy loca,” he whispered against your ear, warm and patient, the bass of his voice making your heart beat harder.
You blink a few times before biting your lip, wiggling a little, but less than you normally would seeing as you were so ensnared by the sight before you.
It didn’t go unnoticed by Steve of course, and after looking at you assuringly, he stopped himself, quickly glancing at Eddie who offered another small smile of pride and appreciation, before looking to you as a ‘go ahead for your boyfriend.’
“Color, baby,” Steve said after a moment, closing his eyes in an attempt to compose his wanton mind before opening them back on you, seeing much of the same emotion rippling through your demeanor.
Your heart beat was muddled in your ears…like being underwater, wrapped in a dreamy adrenaline as odd as that sounds.
Your skin rippled with devotion and when he asked you for your state of mind, you couldn’t get the word out fast enough. You wanted every part of this thing unfolding before you, whatever it was, however much depth it held. You wanted it tonight and however many nights it would find you…
“Green” you breathed out.
Billy coiled around you with excitment, fingers daring the hem of your skirt as he grinned against your ear.
Eddie’s smile spread slowly, almost like he was impressed, and Steve?
Steve searched your eyes a few moments, making absolutely sure before he nodded and looked back to the Brunette that was kneeling before him.
“Well alright then,” Steve rasped.
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Thank you so much guys for your interest and your patience, part 3 is already cooking!
I have some notes going but no timeline for when it will be done. BUT WE COOKIN, and we’ve also go a long way to go. I’ve got plans for this series that make it impossible for me to tell you how many parts there will be. ♥️♥️♥️
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You did want to be used, god so fucking bad.
But it was always hard to admit. Oh Steve had done it, gotten you to sputter the truth numerous times, but only when you were a pooling mess over his fingers and tongue.
Not to be all like “my kink is being in love” but. I need someone to tie me down, overstimulate me with a vibrator, and stroke my hair and shush me, repeating how much they love me, while I come undone over and over and over in their arms actually.
in porn, gangbangs are always so rough and degrading and hard. where’s my soft gangbangs???? where all the guys call the girl cute pet names and actually try to make her cum and check in with her to see how she’s doing. they tell her she’s so pretty and she’s doing so well for them and making them feel so good and they just adore her okay. find me that porn.
Not to sound like a fuckin hippie but please for the love of god start noticing and appreciating the natural world around you. You don’t have to go hike the entire Appalachian trail or anything and I get that not everyone has access to the outdoors for various reasons, but just fucking … look around you when you’re outside. Notice the sky and the sun and the birds and creatures. Start caring about them. I’m begging you.
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