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Day 25: Your Choice for @harringrovekinktober My choice? Threesome with Chrissy!

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It’s late and the party died a while ago, leaving the Harrington house an empty mess, but Billy’s far from tired.

The party wasn’t like they used to be — it wasn’t quite a rager, but something close to it. Full of old and new friends, laughter and dancing to song after song, drinking and smoking. Typical shit.

What wasn’t typical, however, was Chrissy showing up without Jason.

“We broke up,” she slurred softly when Billy found her with Heather in the backyard, “He’s…too much.”

Yeah, well. Everyone knew that.

So, he’d brushed his thumb across her cheek and said, “Plenty of fish in the sea, Chriss.”

Because they were friendly like that.

Even though he wouldn’t call the flush of heat he felt friendly when she looked up at him with those wide doe eyes, leaning into his touch.

Desperate for touch. Maybe a rebound.

And if he wasn’t involved with Steve, maybe he would’ve. He wanted to. Chrissy was his type: pretty, athletic, kinda tragic. He’s always had a soft spot for her, even before he and Steve got together all those months ago.

But, he wouldn’t fuck around on his pretty boy. No, Steve loved him — like, truly loved him. Flaws and all.

So, he’d pulled his hand away and gave her a smile before leaving to grab the two girls a drink.

Hours have passed since then and Billy can’t forget the glances Chrissy gave him throughout the night. Curious little looks, sometimes admiring his arms and chest where the front of his shirt draped open. The same open window Steve had slipped his hand inside when they’d disappeared for ten minutes, into the bathroom in the basement, sucking on his pretty boy’s tongue and dick until they stumbled back.

Chrissy had seen them then, too, with an understanding look on her face.

And Billy had been sure that would be it. She wouldn’t tell a soul.

But, now, as makes his way into the backyard through the kitchen, he spots his boyfriend with a lap full of Chrissy in one of the plastic recliners, the two of them talking quietly.

There’s a kick of jealousy in his gut for a second, until he approaches them and they both look to him with matching doe eyes — one blue and the other brown.

The hot flare of jealously suddenly smothers itself into an ember of affection. They look cozy, all cuddled up like that. And maybe it’s the weed making his brain fuzzy, or the alcohol that makes his tongue a little loose, but he purrs, “You two look good together.”

It makes Chrissy blush, the colour pretty on her face, while Steve smirks up at him.

Like he knows.

“You think so?” Steve hums, sliding his arms around Chrissy’s hips and pulling her even closer to him, still staring up his boyfriend.

Chrissy smiles a little shyly, leaning into Steve, glancing up at Billy.

“Yeah,” Billy hums, feeling his lips pull into a smirk as he taunts, “You hitting on my boyfriend, Chriss?”

“No, we’re just talking.” She says softly, but her pretty mouth twists a little, like she’s lying.

“That’s too bad.” Billy sighs, plopping himself down onto the recliner next to them, spreading his thighs and running the tip of his tongue along his teeth as he watches Steve’s hand grasp her bare thigh, his fingertips digging in gently.

She squirms, a little, her bright eyes trained on Billy as Steve rests his chin on her shoulder, whispering something that Billy can’t hear.

It makes Chrissy blush, though, and she’s so pretty as she does.

“Why…why’s it too bad?” She asks him, her hands gripping Steve’s shirt just a little, her knuckles pink and pale.

She knows why. Steve knows why. They also know that if either Steve or Billy didn’t want her in Steve’s lap, she wouldn’t be there.

But, subtleties won’t do here. So, he drags his gaze down her body, slow like syrup, taking in her plain white shirt and pastel checkered skirt and the pink cardigan draping over her small frame, and then back up to her face — which is almost red now.

Licking his lips, he says, “Cause I was kinda hoping you’d kiss him.”

She looks between them, clearly unsure if she should, but Steve’s got that stupid soft, earnest smile on his face as he gives her a nod. “Maybe just a little one?” He hums, playful.

Her eyes fall to his mouth, her mind still weighing the options.

As if to encourage her, Steve mumbles, “It’s not like it’s our first time kissing, Chriss.”

It isn’t. Steve had told him about the time he and Chrissy had hooked up, just before she got with Jason. Billy hadn’t been sure what to be jealous of — the fact that Steve got a taste of Chrissy, or that Chrissy had got to Steve first.

But, now? He could have both of them. If they wanted.

The reminder of that night, not even two years ago, makes up her mind. Billy can see it in the way her eyelids flutter and she gently drags the pink of her tongue along her bottom lip, quickly wetting it. He wonders how wet she is now, with both of their attention on her.

Quietly, she leans in, and presses a kiss to Steve’s mouth.

It’s chaste, at first. Feeling it out. Making sure Billy won’t rip her off him and throw her into the pool.

But as Steve grips her bare thigh a little higher, that’s when she collapses into him, her lips parting as the kiss deepens, a quick flash of their tongues sliding together.

It pulls hot in Billy’s gut, makes him adjust the crotch of his jeans as he watches his boyfriend make out with their friend. It's not the first time they've shared a girl in bed - it was what they did before they finally got the balls to admit that they liked each another and finally fell into bed, just the two of them.

Chrissy pulls away after a bit, her eyes immediately going to Billy, half-lidded and curious.

Silently asking ‘is this okay’?

He gives her a nod and tilts his head a little, encouraging her.

She goes back for seconds, licking into Steve’s mouth with a soft sigh. It’s cute. He wants a taste, too.

As if reading his mind, Steve pulls away to whisper, “You wanna give Billy a kiss, too?”

To which she eagerly nods, clumsily crawling out of his lap like a newborn deer. Billy smirks and reaches his arms out to her, catching her as she falls into his lap with a soft laugh.

The laugh quiets as Billy puts a hand on the nape of her neck and pulls her into a kiss, claiming her mouth and humming at her quiet whimper. She tastes like peach schnapps, her perfume sweet in his nose, a tinge of hairspray there, too.

Her hands find his hair and she’s kissing back just as hard, sucking on his lower lip so perfectly it makes him groan.

He feels another pair of hands on him then, along his back and sides, and then a kiss to his neck. In his ear, Steve whispers in that familiar tone when he wants to fuck, “Wanna go upstairs.”

Chrissy pulls back, breathing a little harder as she looks at them both and asks, “All of us?”

“Yeah, doll,” Billy hums, sliding the heat of his palm up her thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her skirt, “If you want. I don’t mind sharing Stevie with you.”

“Yes,” she whispers, want etched clearly across her face as she looks at the two of them, “Please, yes.”

Chuckling softly, he gives her thigh a little smack and says, “C’mon, then. Gotta take my princesses to bed.”

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It’s fucking unreal.

They’ve got Chrissy upstairs in Steve’s bed, in his ugly ass wallpapered room, laying back against the pillows as she asks, “Can I…watch you two makeout? For a bit?”

“Abso—” Steve starts, but Billy’s already pulling him in, pressing his lips to his boyfriend’s like he always does, and tugs on his hair until Steve’s jaw drops with a moan. That’s when Billy slides his tongue into his pretty boy’s pretty mouth, tasting him with a moan, grabbing his ass with both hands and pulling Steve against him.

Grinding his dick into Steve’s hip, he feels how hard his boyfriend is, too.

Shifting his mouth down to Steve’s neck, he growls there, “You really got hard just from kissing a pretty girl, hm? What are you, a virgin?“ Because he can’t help himself, he can’t help the way he degrades Steve a little in bed, only because he know how much the other likes it. How often he’s cum from it.

Steve moans and bites back, “You got hard just from watching us kiss, I don’t think you’re one to talk—ah!”

Billy pulls his teeth away from his boyfriend’s neck and eyes him, satisfied with the blush Steve’s got on his face and how it’s bleeding down to his neck and chest, until their eyes meet and Billy smirks.

He looks to Chrissy on the bed, her eyes wide and lips parted, her hands gripping her skirt. His eyes linger there as his mind works, pulling away from Steve but grabbing his hand to lead him to the bed, his eyes still trained on her.

“I think I’m not the only one getting excited from watching people kiss,” he smirks, letting go of Steve’s hand so he can crawl onto the bed and hover over Chrissy, pinning her there with his gaze as he asks, “You wanna show me how wet you are, Chriss?”

Her breath stuttering, Chrissy pulls the hem of her skirt up as her thighs widen, revealing a pretty pair of pink panties, wet from her arousal.

The sight makes both boys swear under their breath.

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They take turns spoiling her with their mouths - Steve licking the damp spot on her underwear while Billy kisses her pretty lips, the two of them slowly and carefully undressing her in turns, until she's got nothing but her socks on.

Billy brushes over the soft swell of her breasts, thumbing over her pink nipples and smiling at the way she moans into his mouth, gasping as Steve finally pulls the panties off her and slips his tongue between her folds, sucking gently at her clit.

"O-Oh," She whimpers, moaning again as Billy kisses down her neck and chest, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his boyfriend presses his tongue inside her, moaning in between Chrissy's thighs happily as she trembles, cums on his tongue with a gasped 'fuck'.

"Feel good, sweetheart?" Billy murmurs into her skin, looking up at her and watching how she nods eagerly, their eyes meeting in the dim light as he mumbles, "You want Steve to fuck you?"

"God, yes," she breathes, pushing her hair back from her flushed face as she and Billy watch Steve rifle through his bedside table, pulling out a condom that he hasn't touched ever since he and Billy decided to forgo them.

Billy's glad he didn't throw them out like he had teased.

"Mm, look at that," Billy hums, his eyes taking in the way Steve rolls on the condom over his dick, the girth of him making Billy's mouth water. "You remember what he feels like?" He asks Chrissy, smoothing his hand down her stomach slowly.

"Might need a reminder," she whispers playfully, smiling up at Steve, who smiles back down at her in amusement.

He grips the base of his cock and gives her slit a playful little smack with the tip, swiping it through the mess of spit and excitement there just to hear her moan, before slowly pushing in - stretching her around him, impossibly tight.

"Oh, fuck, Chriss," Steve moans as he watches, Billy unable to help himself as he leans over to watch, too - and slide his hand further down to rub a gentle circle over her clit, listening to her shaky breaths and quiet gasps.

"He's fucking huge, yeah?" Billy smirks, flicking his gaze up to Steve, who looks down at him with his jaw dropped, managing a little smirk in return. He hears Chrissy's little 'mhm' as he pushes himself up, his mouth seeking out his boyfriend's, kissing him filthy as Steve moans.

He feels Chrissy's hand on his thigh, then - her nails gently digging into the muscle as he pulls away to look down at her and hum, "Yes?"

Her eyes, wet-lined from pleasure, look up at him as her hand reaches further and wraps around his dick, giving it a little stroke.

It's cute.

"You being greedy, sweetheart?" He teases with a grin, "Steve splitting you open isn't enough for you, hm? You want me, too?"

Her blush deepens and she shakes her head 'no', pauses, and then nods. "Wanna make you feel good, too," she says softly, thumbing over the tip and it takes his breath away a little.

"How considerate," he hums, pulling away from Steve - who had begun kissing his shoulder - and moves closer to her, "How do you want me, then?"

"Could...use my mouth," she suggests, licking her lips and Billy's eyes flick down to watch her do that, "Until Steve cums and then you can...have your turn."

She's gone tomato red with that, embarrassed, but it only makes Billy adore her. "You're dirtier than you lead on, aren't you?" He grins, "If you wanted us to take turns, maybe I should've invited Munson up, too?"

Chrissy fucking squeaks at that and yeah, Billy wishes he had, because she's clearly into it.

"C'mon, then," he says, looking to Steve, "Flip her over, baby."

She gasps as Steve pulls out and flips her over easily, Chrissy pushing herself up onto her hands and knees as Billy settles back against the headboard, gently pulling her in with smile as they all settle into their new positions - Steve grabbing her hips while Chrissy lowers herself to her elbows, Billy spreading his thighs for her to settle between.

He loves this. "Now I get to watch both of my princesses," he teases with a smirk, petting over Chrissy's hair gently as he looks to Steve, watching his pretty boy line himself up and push inside again - feeling Chrissy moan as she takes Billy into her mouth, eager and sloppy.

It's fucking heaven.

"Fuck, look at you," he breathes as he watches Chrissy, her pink mouth stretched around him, "Such a good girl, taking both of us so well, aren't you?"

She whines around his dick and attempts a nod, looking up at him as she sucks and sucks.

"Fuck, she's so wet," Steve groans as he fucks into her, his fingertips digging into her pale skin, bruising, "Better than I remember." He chuckles softly, giving her a little smack on the ass that she moans at, soothing it with a rub right after.

"You hear that, sweetheart? You're driving him crazy," Billy chuckles softly, carefully pulling her hair back from her face and gathering it in one hand, "You want it harder, hm?"

Chrissy pulls off him just to rasp, "Please," before taking Billy back into her mouth.

She tries to blow him after that, but Steve grips her hips and quickens his thrusts, the sound of their skin slapping filling the room along with her moaning as she pulls off Billy's dick and presses her cheek into his thigh, her brows pinched as she takes Steve's dick, whimpering and begging with soft 'please's under her breath.

Billy can't look away - he wishes he had a fucking camera, they both look so beautiful like this, flushed and panting, fucking just for him.

As if it couldn't get any better, Chrissy gasps, "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum--" and bites Billy's thigh, which makes him groan as he locks eyes with his boyfriend, seeing that familiar face Steve makes when he cums, so gorgeous.

"Fuck," Billy breathes, letting go of Chrissy's hair so he can pet it instead, watching his boyfriend pull out and he eyes the condom, spots the cum inside and licks his lips. What a waste.

"C'mon, Chriss, on your back," Billy instructs as he and Steve put her on her back, the girl groaning softly in relief as she stretches there, smiling, all too pleased with herself.

"You okay?" Steve asks her as Billy crawls over to him, the two of them kissing and mumbling their own little check-ins while Chrissy hums a soft 'mhm'.

"Although," she mutters, her eyes down at his cock, "Billy's still hard..."

Billy looks over his shoulder at her, smirking again, "Greedy little girl," he teases, "Don't forget, it's my turn."

Steve flops down next to Chrissy on the bed with a huff of amusement while Billy crawls between her legs, hooking his hands under her knees and spreading them - just so he can see the state of her pussy, puffy and pink, wet and messy.

"Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last," he admits with a chuckle, lowering his mouth to swipe the flat of his tongue through the slick of her folds and up into the coarse hair that matches the strawberry blonde of her hair, groaning at the scent and taste of her - musky and salty.

He hears her whimper again, feels her squirm, and the bed dips as Steve leans over her to whisper 'this okay?' and connect their lips again after she nods.

Billy takes his time, eats her out like she deserves because he's pretty sure Jason probably didn't, until she's shaking apart under his mouth and pushing his head away with a gasp of his name.

"Jesus, Billy," she gasps with a disbelieving smile, "You two are gonna kill me..."

"That's kind of the point," Steve hums, nosing at her jaw, his eyes meeting Billy's then, "Your turn, baby."

"I know, I'm just trying not to fucking cum right now," Billy says pointedly, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand as he reaches over to the bedside table to grab one of the condoms from the pack, his dick aching at this point.

But, it doesn't stop him. He rolls the condom on and lines himself up, doesn't bother to play and tease like his boyfriend did because he's so fucking close, but the tight, wet heat of her makes him stop and he forces himself to think about other things, closing his eyes to think about anything but her or Steve or how they looked earlier--

He reaches down and grips the base of his cock, pants a quiet breath as he stops himself from cumming, so desperate for it but he's not going to cum like a virgin -- he's not even buried deep yet.

When he opens his eyes, he sees the delighted look on Chrissy's face as the pleased one on Steve's, both of them looking up at him knowingly.

"Shut up," he sighs, feeling a smile pull on his own lips as he pulls out and looks at Steve, demanding, "C'mon, baby, taste her on me. I know you wanna."

"It's not really on you if there's a condom," Steve bitches softly as he crawls over, lowering his mouth take Billy in it, groaning at the familiar weight and feel as he sucks the taste of Chrissy off the condom.

It's fucking hot and definitely not helping Billy's situation, so he pushes his boyfriend away with a huff of 'enough' and watches his smug ass pretty boy settle back down next to Chrissy.

Grabbing her hips, Billy hauls her up into his lap a little lines himself up again, gripping her thighs as he pushes in, deeper and deeper until she's arching her back a little and moaning, clenching around him tight.

"Play with her clit, Stevie," Billy breathes, "Suck on her pretty tits, too - I wanna make her cum again."

A soft mewl is what he gets from her, and a look of disbelief, but her face twists into pleasure as Steve does as he's told and he rubs at her sensitive clit again, his mouth going to her chest as she cries out, bucking her hips as Billy drives into her, unrelenting as he watches the two of them again.

"Oh, oh, shit," she gasps, "I'm--I'm--"

She tenses, nearly stop breathing, as she cums around him and Steve rubs at her clit, a small splash of wet coating them and the bedding as they fuck her through her orgasm, until she's begging them to stop and Steve pulls his hand away as Billy pulls out, panting as he look down and watches her squirt again, spilling onto the sheets.

"Oh--my god, I'm sorry," she breathes, embarrassed and still trembling, but Steve's quick to shush her with a kiss, pulling away to murmur, "That was so hot, Chriss, holy fuck..."

She looks to Billy, her eyes wide and imploring, and he nods in agreement, "Stevie's right, that was hot as fuck."

Soothed, she nods and relaxes, her lips trembling gently as she eyes the ceiling, letting Steve pet over her body and kiss at her cheek while Billy ties off his condom and tosses it towards the garbage bin in the corner.

"My princesses need anything?" He asks gently, watching the two of them from where he's standing beside the bed, hearing Steve's request for a cloth and Chrissy's request for some water.

With a nod, he grabs both of those and returns, cleaning both of them up carefully while Chrissy sips her water and Steve steals some, handing it to Billy, who finishes it and sets the empty glass on the nightstand.

Settling back into bed, on the other side of Chrissy, he smiles down at her and presses a kiss to her forehead before pulling Steve over to give him one, too.

After a moment, Chrissy clears her throat and starts to say, "I should g--"

But, Billy throws his leg over her to stop her and Steve quickly says, "You don't have to go, Chriss -- you can sleep over with us. Billy will make us breakfast in the morning."

"Why are you volunteering my cooking?" Billy grins, as if he wasn't already planning on doing just that.

Steve shrugs with a smirk, feeling Chrissy relax into the bed again, "You like spoiling me, and you clearly like spoiling her, so...it only makes sense."

"Mm," Billy hums, looking at her again with a soft smile, "How's that sound?"

And on Chrissy's face is a sweet little smile, maybe even relief, as she murmurs, "Sounds perfect."

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #chrissy cunningham #cheerscoops #royalcheer #cunningroveton #cunnington #Billy x Steve x Chrissy #idk their ship name but I've shipped these three for so long and I finally got around to writing smut for them kkfjngkj #lemon #bambiwrites #hgkinktober2k23

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