Return to the Need To Know AU for another night with your two favorite guys. This is a stand-alone, but you can read the first one here.
TW: No Minors. Threesome. Fem!Reader. Oral. PIV. Anal play. Spanking. Fingering. Toys. Orgasm denial. Possessive Steve. Softish Eddie. Let's face it, they're obsessed with you.
"I never said to stop. Keep sucking, honey," Steve‘s voice is a mix of velvet and command. His rough fingertips slide a path up your spine from behind you. Exerting a firm, deliberate pressure as he clasps the back of your neck, his grip guiding you downward onto Eddie’s cock, your back curving into a deeper arch.
"Jesus," Eddie groans, his head tilting back against the headboard, eyes sealed shut—his dark curls framing his face in a messy halo, the smooth planes of his chest flexing as he clutches at the sheets. Your fingernails push half moons into the firm muscles of his thighs as you gag, caught between discomfort and the urge to keep him moaning. “You’re doin’ so good, doll.”
Steve taps your clit with the middle finger of his other hand before sweeping it over your pussy, spreading the wetness upward to your ass and back down again. You whimper around Eddie, the flat of your tongue gliding over the vein running on the underside of his shaft as you take him deeper into your throat, your nose brushing the wiry hairs at his base. In a silent plea, you nudge your knees further apart while keeping your head bobbing in a slow, deliberate rhythm just the way Eddie likes.
A low chuckle rumbles from Steve’s throat, but he gives you what you want, thick fingers sliding into both your entrances, automatically targeting those hidden spots inside that send your vision into a blurry haze at the edges. He pumps back and forth a few times before leaving you empty. A void that’s punctuated with a sharp slap that sends ripples through the fat of your ass.
It feels like it’s been going on forever—this teasing. On your knees, ass up and spread wide on Steve’s bed, head bowed low, sucking Eddie's cock. Your hard nipples scrape against the linen duvet, sending tiny shocks coursing through as Eddie lets you take him right to the edge before he redirects you, fighting back his release, prolonging your torture in some unspoken agreement with Steve.
Lit candles drip wax onto polished wood, the scent of smoke and cedar mixes with your arousal. Steve’s kept you on edge for so long, walking around the dimly lit room, the bulge in his boxer briefs evident, the lean muscle of his chest rising and falling as he instructs you how to take Eddie with your mouth. Watching you from every angle using the mirror that’s propped in the corner when he fingers you from behind only to then leave you empty and aching. Knowing it’s not the stretch of his fingers that you really crave. The inside of your thighs are slick and sticky, and you can’t recall ever being this wet.
“So, so pretty,” Steve murmurs, hand gliding like a phantom over your calf and thigh, deliberately avoiding where you want his touch the most. “Make a mess, honey. Eddie needs your attention everywhere.”
The threat of tears prickles at your eyes as you allow saliva to trickle past your lips, cascading down Eddie’s heavy sack before massaging it in with gentle fingers. “Please,” the word escapes you in a hushed whisper as you pull your mouth from Eddie, your eyes lifting to meet his, brimming with a silent plea. His breath catches in his throat as he swallows hard. He’s too easy. You hide your smirk, your eyes change to smoldering as you stick your tongue out, letting it dance back and forth over his slit, swirling it around his crown like it’s your favorite treat.
With a sudden, firm impact, Steve's hand comes down on your backside. “Don't be sneaky,” he warns, knowing it doesn't take much to turn Eddie soft for you.
“I don't know, Steve,” Eddie says, capturing your chin between his fingers and tipping your head until your gaze is locked with his.
Behind you, Steve takes that moment to fill you with his thick fingers. Your mouth opens with a gasp, a stark sound in the quiet room. The only other noise is the wet, explicit sound of his probing movements as he works both openings.
The black of Eddie’s eyes begins to crowd out the amber as he watches your desire build. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and you suck obediently. “She's been such a good little slut for us, maybe we should give her a little of what she wants.”
“I don't think she knows what she wants,” Steve growls out an answer, the pace of his fingers already bringing you close to the edge. Your moans muffled around Eddie’s thumb, grow more urgent as you drive your hips back, trying to draw Steve even deeper inside.
“That's okay,” Eddie holds your eyes, his voice a comforting placation, as he presses down on your tongue. “We know. Don't we, Steve?”
“You're right, Eddie,” Steve agrees, the cockiness returning to his voice, feeling your body begin to tighten as you start the climb to your peak. “We know exactly what she needs.” His fingers disappear, leaving you desperately clenching at emptiness, your orgasm once again fading out of reach.
“Don’t worry, doll,” Eddie soothes, withdrawing his thumb, letting it trail down your neck and chest until he’s circling your nipple. “You know I always take care of you,” he assures, leaning down to take your mouth with a tender kiss and a caress of your cheek while Steve moves around the room behind you. Eddie shifts on the bed, moving to sit on his knees, keeping your face positioned just above his cock, still glistening with the evidence of your attention.
Something lands beside your legs with a soft thud. You turn your head toward the mirror just in time to see Steve’s boxer sliding down his hairy thighs. The sight of his impressive length standing hard and ready against his stomach sends a new wave of arousal, drenching your core with want. His fingers run through his gold-streaked hair before taking himself in hand, stroking from base to tip, squeezing his leaking head as his gaze stays trained on the way you’re spread open for him. His knee hits the mattress behind you, making the bed dip from his weight.
“Eyes on me, doll,” Eddie says, drawing your attention back to him. “Let's put that mouth back to work.” His hand on the back of your head steers you to his waiting length. But instead of letting you set the pace, he takes control. Thrusting upward, using your mouth as he pleases.
From behind, something cool and slick drips down your ass as lube is liberally applied. Steve works some of it inside you, preparing you with a skilled touch, but instead of his cock his fingers give way to something larger, smoother, and unexpectedly warm. The silicone plug slides in with minimal resistance, the familiar weight settling within. You breathe deep at the sudden, intense fullness.
“Sometimes, I get the feeling you think you're in control,” Steve murmurs, his hands kneading the soft curves of your ass, giving you a moment to adjust. “But this,” he purrs, his finger trailing a path through your slick folds, pausing to apply gentle pressure to the plug, “this belongs to me. And I decide how to use it.”
Eddie’s hands frame your face, tipping your head back to look into your eyes, the corner of his mouth rising in a cocky smirk. Steve presses the plug again, but this time, it erupts with a deep rumble that ignites from inside you, sending a torrent of intensity spreading through your body. Your eyes widen, each breath now a sharp, gasping intake under the overwhelming rush.
“That’s it, doll, just let it take over,” Eddie whispers, his hands steadying your trembling form, your eyelids fluttering in bliss. “This is going to get you nice and ready for Steve’s dick. That’s what you want, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
“Shit,” you moan, clenching on nothing, your back arching higher, seeking out his promise.
One of Steve’s hands grips your hip as he teases you with his cock, gliding it through your drenched center. “I was right, wasn’t I?” His tone is laced with smug satisfaction. “I knew you needed all your pretty holes filled.”
“Yes,” your response is a breathy moan, hips bucking against.
He nudges at your entrance, the delicious pressure building. “You want my cock, honey? While Eddie fucks that smart mouth of yours?”
“Please, Steve, yes,” you cry, your head lowering and lips parting, eager to feel the weight of Eddie’s cock on your tongue.
“Anything you want, sweetheart, especially when you ask so nicely.” Steve begins his slow, deliberate entry at the same moment Eddie presses past your lips. Your world narrows to the sensation of being utterly filled, your mind clouding with pleasure.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Steve moans sliding in until he bottoms out, lighting you up as he glides against your snug walls.
Eddie’s hips find their rhythm, the head of his cock rolling smoothly across your tongue, just shy of hitting the back of your throat. While Steve sets a pace of hard, deliberate thrusts into your cunt. His fingers digging into the flesh of your hips highlights his restraint as he moves with controlled intensity, resisting the urge to pound into you. Each rhythmic thrust hits that perfect spot, amplified by the plug's vibrations from the other side.
You surrender to them as your senses take over. The taste of Eddie in your mouth melds with the sounds of their groans and the steady slap of Steve's hips against you. It's overwhelming. All you can do is feel as they take their pleasure from your body, returning it in spades. The world beyond dims, your body transforming into a live wire, every nerve alight. You're rising from a place higher than you've ever known.
Your fingers grip Eddie’s thighs with urgency, desperate for leverage as the force of Steve’s thrusts drives you to take Eddie even deeper into your mouth. Eddie pauses with a firm hold on your head, granting you the chance to lavish him with your tongue."Your mouth is heaven, doll," Eddie murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Making it hard not to cum down your pretty throat.”
A low, appreciative hum escapes your lips as you hollow out your cheeks, the vibrations sending shivers through Eddie's body as he inches closer to his climax.
"You want that, don't you?" Eddie pants, his need palpable. Your efforts redouble, your hand joining the rhythm to pump his throbbing shaft. The thought of his warmth spilling in your mouth causes your inner muscles to clench tightly around Steve, earning you a low moan and a stinging slap on the dough of your ass.
“She wants it,” Steve answers for you. His thumb comes to rest against the plug, adding pressure in time with the drive of his hips, making your vision fuzzy and a quiver to your legs. The moans are escaping you unrestrained now. “But she’s going to come first. Want to feel her squeezing my cock.”
With that, Steve's movements increase, becoming faster, his hips meeting your ass with every rough drive, punishing the spot that has stars filling your vision. You're propelled toward the brink, the waves of release surging higher, intense and overwhelming. The last bit of command you have over your body snaps like a fragile thread. The wave crashes, euphoria flooding your blood, pulling you under.
Awareness leaves you as the plug is removed and you’re laid gently onto your side, your body still rocking with tremors.
Light kisses are rained over your ribs and breasts, accompanied by soothing hands drawing comforting patterns on your skin. Plush lips cover yours, tender and patient. As you open up for them, a tongue brushes against yours. When your eyes blink open, you’re surprised to see Steve’s heavy-lidded gaze as he kisses you softly and with affection that usually remains hidden. The back of his knuckles brush your cheek as you return his stare, a tear spilling over your lash line.
Eddie’s finger trace down up and down your thigh, ghosting over your pussy, causing another shock to jolt your body.
“That was..” the words stick in your throat as you press another quick kiss to Steve’s lips.
“I told you I’d take care of you, doll,” Eddie’s voice is still heavy as he kisses a line from your belly button, moving lower. “Now it’s time to take care of us.”
“What?”
A darkness falls over Steve’s eyes as he presses his hard length against your hip, and it dawns that neither boy has cum. “Don’t worry, honey, this is only the beginning.”
AN: Thanks for reading. This one got away from me. I was in a mood. I blame...actually, I'll keep that to myself. I hope you enjoyed the filth.
