Playing chess with Steve, which he doesn't have the skill or patience for, so he starts to lightly tease one of the few pieces he's managed to take from you against your thigh under the coffee table you're playing at, distracting you. Before you know it, he's got you pinned to the carpet as he drags the piece up and down your pussy through your damp panties 😌😌
oh my goddd i’ve been thinking about this since i first read it…(then i had to do a bunch of errands BUT)
smut warning (obviously)
it was summer time, the indiana heat was unbearable. it was just you and steve alone so you had chosen comfortable clothes, purely comfortable. a soft thin top (no bra, it was too fucking hot for a bra) and a short little skirt, you knew what you were doing.
steve tried to pretend to be interested in the game, but he didn’t have the patience. not when you were sitting across from him, twirling your hair around your finger as you wait for his move.
his eyes linger on your legs, the supple skin of your thighs as you uncross and recross your legs. the way the thin fabric is clinging to your chest, nipples hard and so painfully obvious he can feel his cock twitch.
the chess piece tickled as it ran against the plush of your thighs, making heat flow to your core, arousal slowly pooling as you part your legs, letting steve in. his knuckle gently nudging your covered pussy each time the chess piece was brought to your inner thigh.
an involuntary whimper leaves your lips, his eyes shoot up, looking at you with lust as a playful smirk curls on his lips.
“something wrong honey?” he asks innocently, you move to close your legs but his hand stops you, thumb massaging into the meat of your thigh.
your hips buck up, chasing more as his thumb roams so so close to your heat, “steve…please.”
“please what, angel?” head tilting to the side, his knuckle nudges your clit again, and you bite on your lower lip.
with the chess piece in hand, he parts your legs further, giving him a proper view as he scoots the table aside. “enough of this damn game,” he mumbles, dragging the piece down your damp panties. “gonna use this for something better.”
a shiver runs down your spine, another whimper leaves your lips. you reach for steve, grabbing the collar of this polo and tugging him closer. “need you stevie…” you whisper, lips ghosting over his until he closes the gap. the kiss is long, gentle, desperate for you. his arms wrap around you and before you know it, you’re on the floor.
he kisses down your neck, thumb circles your nipple as the other enters his mouth. he laps and sucks on your clothed breast, leaving wet marks on the thin material. he groans against the see through fabric clinging to you. he keeps the chess piece between your legs, applying more pressure to your aching pussy. the head of the horse swirls around your clit and you gasp, “stevie please!!”
“please what?” he coos, pinching your damp nipple, palming at hour breast.
“i n-need you…y-your tongue…your finger…your cock, something!” back arching off the cool wood flooring.
“promise we never have to play chess again.”
you lift your head up when you hear what he says, “what??”
he tries to bite back a laugh, “i’m a simple man, honey.”
you feel his finger hook on the side of your ruined panties, pure want courses through you, heart hammering. “fine!! never again! please steve oh my god!!”
two of his fingers slowly circle your clit, making you sigh with relief. your hand finds the collar of his shirt again, tugging him down over you, his hair tickling your forehead.
aaaa i'm so glad yall liked it! there is more to come! in the meantime here's a little blurb on how that after work phone call went :>
“Hey you.”
Steve’s voice is smooth through the phone, thick with drowsiness.
The napkin with Steve’s number on it is pinned to the corkboard on the wall, right next to where your yellowing dial phone is mounted.
“How’d you know it was me?” You lean against the wall, there’s a tired smile on your face.
“Who else would be calling me at midnight?”
Right. He asked for you, more like told you to call him when you got home.
“Yeah, whatever.” You scoff. “Anyways, letting you know I’m home safe like you begged for me to do.”
“I didn’t beg you to.” Steve chuckles lazily through the phone.
“Mm. Sure.”
“Come on!” He says in an amused scoff.
“Fine. You didn’t plead, you just..desperately asked me.” You hum, you’re smiling and twirling your finger around the cord.
This is ridiculous.
You stop once you realize.
And it’s still quiet on Steve’s side.
“So…you know I made it home just fine. Can I hang up now?”
“What? You don’t wanna talk to me?” Steve’s got a shit eating grin on his face. You just know it.
“I want to change out of my work clothes and I want to go to bed.” You groan out, letting your head fall back against the wall.
“Yeah, yeah. Well, are you working tomorrow night?”
“All night. Are you?”
“I wouldn’t be asking you if I wasn’t.” Steve’s grin has melted into a small content smile. He’s slouched against the loveseat in his apartment, the TV is on for noise but he’s turned the sound all the way down so he doesn’t miss a single second of your voice.
A faint breathy laugh leaves you and Steve can hear it faintly through the phone, this is why he muted the TV.
“The rest of your shift go okay?” He asks, he’s trying to keep the conversation going. He’s not ready to be alone for the night again.
“Yeah, boring but fine.” You sigh and look at the clock.
“That’s good.” He’s really trying.
His voice is getting lower and more sluggish, you can tell or at least guess he’s falling asleep.
“Steve.”
“Hm?”
“Go to bed.”
You can hear him do a mix of a huff and groan on the other side of the line.
“Go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Steve.” You say tiredly but nicely, you let him say goodnight back before you put the phone against the receiver.
Steve lets the dial tone play out on his side for a moment before he puts his phone back down. He grabs the remote and turns the TV up to a reasonable volume, taking a sip of the lukewarm beer he cracked open an hour ago. His face has fallen into a blank but naturally gloomy look.
Quiet rooms at night have never really been his friend.
Omg I love your writing so much!! It's absolutely amazing and the way you write angst is so good :') breaks my heart everytime (in a good way.)
I was wondering if you could write a part 3 for Liability? I just need to know what happens next!!! The angst is soooooo good. But no pressure ofc!!
Liability (Reprise) | steve harrington
summary: 800. steve harrington realizes too late that wanting someone isn’t the same as choosing them.
cw: angst, hurt without comfort, female rage kinda, shitty ending (my fault), english is not my first language xx.
note: this is part 3 to this one shot (1) and this one (2) (tysm for all the support <3)
author’s note: i’m truly sorry if this doesn’t live up to your expectations, i’m more of an open endings girlie so i’m totally aware this could be a shitty ending for most of you. nonetheless, if any of you has requests for angst!steve feel free to sent them :)
currently playing: liability (reprise)
Steve Harrington changes.
Not loudly. Not in ways that earn him forgiveness. He doesn’t announce it, doesn’t look for witnesses. He just stops. Stops circling Nancy like an old habit. Stops defending himself when Robin looks at him like she already knows the truth. Stops pretending that wanting something is the same as being worthy of it.
Robin watches him closely. She’s good at that.
“You know,” she says one afternoon, leaning against his car, “you don’t get points for figuring it out after you break someone.”
“I know,” Steve answers. He always says that now.
And he does. He knows because every quiet moment feels like punishment. Because the absence of her is louder than any fight they ever had. Because the world keeps moving and she moves with it, and he’s the one stuck replaying the moment he didn’t turn toward her when it mattered.
Days pass. Then more. Enough time for him to realize something terrifying.
She’s not hurting the way he is.
She still laughs. She still goes out. She still talks to Robin without asking about him. She doesn’t orbit his regret the way he orbits his own.
That’s when he understands: she didn’t just leave him.
She chose herself.
And that’s what finally pushes him to her door—not panic, not jealousy, not fear. Just the need to say the truth to the one person who deserved it before he learned how to give it.
When she opens the door, she looks… steady.
Not cold. Not bitter. Just settled. Like someone who cried enough already.
“I’m not here to ask for anything,” he says quickly. “I won’t stay long.”
She studies him, then steps aside just enough to let him speak, not enough to let him in.
“I spent a long time thinking I was torn between two people,” he says. “But the truth is, I was torn between who I used to be and who you needed me to be.” His throat tightens. “And every time I chose comfort, you paid for it.”
She listens. She always did.
“I loved being important to Nancy,” he admits. “I loved the history. The proof that I mattered to someone before. And I didn’t realize how much I leaned on that until you stood there loving me without asking me to be anyone else.” He swallows. “I treated that like it was smaller.”
Her jaw tightens, just slightly.
“I don’t expect forgiveness,” he continues. “I don’t expect you to tell me it’s okay. I just needed you to know that what happened wasn’t because you weren’t enough. It’s because I was afraid of letting go of the past.”
She exhales slowly. “I know,” she says.
That word lands heavier than anger ever could.
“I stayed,” she adds, voice calm but firm. “I stayed when you looked through me. I stayed when you fought for someone else while holding my hand. I stayed because I thought if I loved you harder, you’d see me.”
Steve’s eyes burn.
“But I won’t do that again,” she says. “I won’t beg to be chosen.”
He nods. “I wouldn’t ask you to.”
Silence settles. Not awkward. Just final.
“There isn’t a version of this where we try again,” she says gently. “Not because I don’t care. But because I do.”
He lets that sink in. This is the consequence. Not screaming. Not drama. Just a door that doesn’t open anymore.
“I hope you grow,” she continues. “I hope you become someone who knows how to love without dividing his attention.” Her voice softens, but doesn’t waver. “Just not with me.”
He looks at her like he wants to memorize the moment—the strength in her posture, the certainty in her eyes.
“I loved you,” he says quietly.
“I know,” she answers. And this time, it doesn’t hurt her to say it.
She steps back. The door closes.
Steve doesn’t knock again.
Later, Robin finds him sitting alone in the parking lot, staring at his steering wheel like it might explain something.
“She’s not coming back,” she says.
He shakes his head once. “No.”
Robin sits beside him anyway. Not to fix it. Just to be there.
Steve Harrington learns something no fight, no monster, no rivalry ever taught him:
You don’t lose people when they stop loving you.
You lose them when they feel alone while standing right next to you.
And somewhere else—away from him—she keeps going.
Not angry. Not broken.
Just free.
And Steve stays where he is, finally understanding that growth doesn’t always come with redemption—sometimes it just comes with the knowledge of what you ruined.
I did NOT have a good experience with the first few guys I gave blowjobs - too forceful, activating my gag reflex and not in a fun way. Later partners have been really considerate and sweet, but I still think about those early experiences sometimes. Would you be interested in writing a reader giving Eddie or Steve a blowjob for the first time, Reader being insecure or nervous, and the boy(s) being extra gentle with her so it's fun for both of them?
Im so sorry your first experience wasn’t what it should have been, lovey. Here’s a little rewrite of your history for you <3
CW: 18+! |5.8k | best friends!steddie , inexperienced!reader, oral (f + m receiving) , kind of dom!Eddie and soft dom!Stevie , use of “slut” , some spit , fingering , use of pet names , i think that’s it!
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You had grown up across the street from Steve, and it didn’t take long for you to become close childhood friends, your parents working together and often not being home led to you both being alone a lot and therefore being alone, together. You both developed a little crush on each other, you’ve even kissed during a spin-the-bottle session at a party, and it was lovely, but neither of you really wanted anything romantic.You liked what you had.
Steve did end up maturing a little faster than you in terms of his sexual prowess, getting girlfriends and of course being declared King Steve in high school. But throughout it all, you were the person he vented to, who he would share stories with, and fall asleep on the couch watching movies with (even if his girlfriends absolutely hated how close you two were). Steve was loyal, and it was one of your favorite qualities about him.
Eddie joined the picture when he and Steve started to get closer, though the semantics of how they ended up getting to be close friends was still a mystery to you. You had known of Eddie, but never really crossed circles, until he started showing up to hang out at Steve’s house more often. It’s been over a year since your first encounter with him at Steve’s, and you three have been inseparable ever since.
You had always found Eddie peculiarly attractive. There was something about his confidence, his absolutely unapologetic ability to be himself, that made you forever curious about the boy. He was full of surprises, and tonight’s antics were no different.
You three were sitting in the treehouse in your backyard, a small but cute room filled with blankets and pillows, board games and even a record player. You found yourselves here often, laughing, sometimes smoking, giggling messes, and you often fell asleep with the two boys wrapped and cuddled around you.
It’s not clear how the conversation got spun this way, but it’s not abnormal that the two boys started talking about the one thing you don’t have much experience in - sex.
“Wait, you’re saying she never sucked your dick?” Eddie asks Steve, eyes wide as the other boy lays back on the pillows. Eddie is plucking away lazily at his guitar as you lay on your stomach, trying not to cringe at the conversation happening in front of you.
Steve chuckles, staring at the wood ceiling. “I’m not saying she never did, I’m just saying she never did it well. I don’t think I ever even came from it,” the pretty boy laughs.
“Did you help her at all?” You chime in, trying to come to the poor girl’s defense.
Steve sits up on his elbows, his eyes condescendingly meeting your own. “Yeah I helped her. I was like, giving her instructions and everything but I think she was just scared,” Steve says, shrugging his shoulders.
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“Scared?” Eddie laughs. “Scared because King Steve has the most massive cock ever?”
You throw a pillow at Eddie and groan in embarrassment. “Ew,” you groan, your face twisting in faux disgust. You’ve never seen Steve’s dick, but you’ve felt it pressed against you when cuddling, or that one time when kissing he put your hand on it over his clothes…and though you’ve never seen any other dicks in real life, it definitely felt…large. And, yes, it peaked your interest, but that was a barrier you just couldn’t imagine trying to cross with him.
Well, okay that’s a lie. You have imagined it. Countless times, actually, with your hand between your legs late at night. But you’ve never revealed those thoughts to him or Eddie.
“What can I say? The rumors are true,” Steve grins, and Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you.
You roll your eyes, but can’t hide the blush on your cheeks at the thought. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve and Eddie.
Steve turns to Eddie. “What about you? Didn’t you say that girl who always hangs around your shows at the Hideout was all over you?”
Eddie nods slowly, biting his lip. “Yeah…” he smiles at the memory. “She’s not really my type, but she definitely knows her way around a dick,” he says crudely.
“Guys can we like, stop talking about your dicks please?” You ask. You’re embarrassed because now your brain can’t help but wander to the thought of what they’re hiding in their pants, but also because you don’t have anything to contribute to the conversation.
Their attention focuses on you in unison. “What? Don’t like thinking about my dick sweetheart? I’m offended,” Eddie teases.
Steve’s eyes find yours with a small smirk. Though he’s shared with you his experiences, he’s definitely taken note that you’ve never shared yours with him. He often wonders if you have guys you go to when he’s not around, and it does kind of make him jealous. He knows he has no right, you’re not his girl, but you kind of are his girl in his head. “Maybe she’s embarrassed because she’s been holding out her dirty secrets on us,” Steve teases.
Your stomach drops.
“Wait that’s true,” Eddie sits up straighter and leans toward you. “I don’t remember ever hearing about any of your hook-ups, yet we’ve shared with you…”
Steve hops on to Eddie’s insinuations, a dangerous glance shared between the two of them. “It’s only fair that you tell us at least one of your dirty tales, I know you have to have some,” Steve urges you, his tone adding pressure to the space between you two.
You feel like you’re going to explode. “N-no I don’t know what you’re talking about-“ you stutter, feeling horrifically shy.
“C’mon,” Eddie insists. “How big is the last dick you sucked?”
His crude words make your insides twist. Eddie’s never been shy, especially when it comes to sex, hell he’s even shared his experiences with other men and how he explores his sexuality. But hearing him talk to you like that? It makes your head spin.
“I - i don’t know I-“ you hesitate.
“You don’t know? Was it this big?” Steve motions a size between his two hands. He’s sitting up fully now, closing some of the distance between you two as you try not to bury your head into your arms. “This big?” He asks again, making the distance between his hands bigger.
“No Steve,” You say quickly, trying to cut him off.
“Fuck this big?” He asks again, exchanging a glance with Eddie and chuckling.
You feel your blood racing, your head almost feeling dizzying. You can’t keep quiet anymore, it’s too much pressure, too much to hold in. “No! It wasn’t i - I’ve never sucked a dick!”
Silence falls over the small treehouse.
Eddie and Steve stare at you, wide-eyed in disbelief. Your chest is rising and falling as you catch your breath, looking worriedly between the two boys at your admission.
“I know it’s-“ you try to break the silence, but are immediately interrupted by the two boys at once.
“Never??”
“Like never ever? But I thought-“
“How did I not know this?” Steve breaks through. He comes to sit down in front of you, looking almost…angry? Shocked? You can’t read his face. “Why haven’t you ever said anything?”
You scoff at him. “Why have I never told you that I’m a lame virgin who’s never even touched a dick? I don’t know, King Steve, it’s embarrassing! I don’t even know how to…I just - Ugh.”
Steve’s eyes soften. He takes your hands in his. “You’re not lame at all,” he smiles at you. “I think it’s actually kind of cute,” he chuckles. “Right Eds?”
Eddie is smiling at you both, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Absolutely. It’s sweet that you have a little virgin mouth.”
The way they’re talking down to you makes your heart pound. Your blood is racing. You don’t know what to say as you look between the two boys, but you notice the tent starting to form in Eddie’s jeans. “Would you…want to…” Eddie starts, and your face heats up at the suggestion. Your eyes flick between his and Steve’s.
Steve is looking at Eddie, biting his lip in consideration as Eddie raises his eyebrows at him. Steve looks back at you and brings his hand to brush your cheek lightly. “If you want to learn, I’m a pretty good teacher,” Steve suggests, a smirk starting to rise on his handsome face.
You can’t believe what’s happening. Steve is suggesting that he teach you to suck dick? His dick?
“I am also a considerably good teacher, I can guide you too,” Eddie says, hopping up to take a spot next to Steve in front of you. “It’s not as scary as you think, trust me. Men are easy,” Eddie chuckles, looking at Steve and the obvious tent in his pants.
Steve hits Eddie on the shoulder. And you stifle a giggle at their antics. There’s not one person in the world you trust more than the two of them, and the casual way they’re going about this almost makes you feel more secure. You take a deep breath, racking your brain to decide if this is something you actually want to try and do with them.
“He’s not wrong,” Steve adds, looking back down at you. “You definitely don’t have to if you don’t want to. We can forget this conversation even happened and go back to listening to Ed play guitar out of tune.”
“Fuck off.”
Steve shrugs. “Up to you honey.”
Honey.
The way he says the word makes your stomach clench, and sends heat between your legs. You’ve thought about this before, about what it would be like to experience anything sexual with your two favorite boys, but you never thought this would actually happen, that the opportunity would actually present itself. If you said no now, would you ever be able to have the courage to bring this up again? Or would they just forget and view you as a virgin prude?
“Okay,” you say on an exhale, trying to not let your brain stop you from what your body is desiring.
“Okay?” Steve repeats, a light entering his eyes as he smiles at you.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Eddie says, clapping his hands and rubbing them together in anticipation. You giggle at their reactions, feeling small and special that they are so excited to do this with you of all people.
You take Steve’s bigger hand in both of yours, playing with his fingers like you’ve done many times before. But this time your touch feels different, knowing what’s going to come next. “Just, just go easy on me, okay?” You ask, innocent eyes looking up to find the two boys looking down at you.
“Aw,” Steve chuckles. “Of course honey. We can stop whenever you want.”
“Absolutely,” Eddie adds. “But fuck if you keep looking at us like that I’m going to have to put my mouth on you instead.”
A squeak escapes your lips at his words and he laughs. Eddie would want to do that to you? Your mind can’t even wrap around the thought. “Calm down, dog,” Steve patronizes the other boy, pushing him back to give you space. Your entire body feels warm and fuzzy, excited nerves buzzing through you in anticipation at the unknown.
“H-How should I start?” You ask, your eyes glancing down to the vague outline of Steve’s cock in his pants. You gulp at the size.
“Hey,” Steve whispers, and puts his finger under your chin, making you look up at his face. He smiles warmly at you. “It’s just me, just us,” He reminds you. “Just follow my instructions, okay?”
You nod quickly, catching your breath as you try to calm your nerves. You feel it before you see it, as Steve starts to lean closer to you, his lips becoming just inches in front of yours.
“Fuck,” Eddie sighs from the side of you, watching as Steve slowly connects his lips to yours. His kiss is gentle, definitely not as messy and awkward as the first time you two kissed at the party. The soft plush of his lips mesh with your own, and you try to allow yourself to get out of your head and into the moment, feeling his as his tongue invades your senses, eliciting a small whine from your throat, a noise you’ve only ever let out in the confines of solitude.
Eddie moves to sit behind you, his legs wrapping around your own, his arms wrapping around your middle. The feeling of Steve’s mouth on yours, Eddie’s hands wrapping around you, it’s almost too overwhelming.
Your tongue presses against Steve’s and he groans, his hands coming to the sides of your face to pull you in even deeper.
But it seems to end as soon as it begins, Steve pulling away from you and looking into your eyes. Your eyes are clouded with lust and innocence, something that makes his cock even harder in his pants.
Eddie leans over and kisses the side of your face, making you giggle at the sensation. “You like kissing Stevie, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, his voice deeper than usual, and his hushed tone makes your core throb.
“Mmhmm,” you agree, nodding your head as you take your lips between your teeth and look at Steve as he stands up in front of you.
“Here sweetheart, we’re gonna get on our knees, okay?” Eddie instructs you, pulling you out of your dazed stupor that has kept your body from moving as the two boys shuffle around you.
Eddie places a pillow in front of you. “Go ahead and put your knees on that,” he says as Steve looks down at you in front of him.
Steve leans down and takes your face in his hands again, squishing your cheeks a little. “You sure about this?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m sure,” you whisper back, and Steve presses a quick kiss to your lips before standing to his full height and beginning to undo his belt.
Eddie situates himself next to you, also kneeling, but his weight is sat back on his heels. He rests a ringed hand on your thigh, his hand warm on your bare skin, his fingers playing with the hem of your shorts. He smiles at you and it makes your heart warm. It’s Eddie, your Eddie, and your Stevie. It’ll be okay.
You’re pulled back to Steve when Eddie’s hand comes to your jaw lightly, turning your head to face the sight in front of you. Steve taken off his shirt, pulled his pants down, and is rubbing himself in his boxers. You nearly drool at the sight. It’s a sight you’ve pictured countless times, his hairy chest, toned stomach, and that ever-growing bulge beneath his waistline, now placed right in front of you. For you.
“He’s pretty, huh sweetheart?” Eddie coos, pushing some of your hair behind your ear.
“So pretty,” you agree, your voice higher than usual as you let yourself go to the moment. Steve chuckles at the compliment before pulling his boxers down and letting his cock spring free.
You gasp at the sight. He’s big. Very big. And thick and pulsing and beautiful and you suddenly can’t wait to put your mouth on him. How have you been best friends with him for this long and not done this?
Your wide eyes make Steve smirk as he takes himself in his hand again, rubbing the tip of his cock, spreading the pre-cum down the head and slowly tugging at himself. Eddie licks his lips at the same time you do.
You have the urge to reach out and touch him, to kiss it, to please him in any way you can, but you don’t know how, and you don’t want to embarrass yourself. Your eyes flick up to Steve’s, who is looking down at you with nothing but adoration.
“Hi baby,” he says, his voice gravelly as his eyes flutter at his own touch.
“Hi Stevie,” you reply, your hands hesitantly coming up to touch his thick thighs. He groans lowly at your touch and it gives you just a hint more of confidence. “You look so beautiful on your knees for me,” he smiles.
You blush at the compliment as Eddie agrees next to you.
Your eyes find Eddie’s as you silently ask him to help you start, having no idea what to do to begin.
Eddie’s grin is wide and his eyes are heavy as he looks between you and Steve’s cock in front of you. “Want me to help you sweetheart?” He asks, though he already knows the answer. He just wants to hear you say it.
“Please,” you ask, your voice weak.
“That’s a good girl,” Eddie praises you. Your pussy flutters at his words, and you withhold a whine, not wanting to sound too pathetic for whining without being touched.
Eddie leans forward so his mouth is closer to your ear, wanting to guide you lowly, sweetly. “Start by touching him,” he instructs. “You can spit on his cock directly or on your hand first, then wrap your little hand around it.”
You take a sharp inhale, gathering your courage as you spit in your hand, then reach it toward Steve’s cock. Steve lets go of himself, making his cock spring toward his stomach with a thick thud. You look up at him, as if asking for permission. “Go ahead baby,” he says.
You wrap your hand around him and you’re shocked at how hard he actually is. His cock is as hard as a fucking rock, and big enough that your hand doesn’t even wrap all the way around it. You bite your lip in concentration as you start to mimic his earlier motions, moving your hand up and down slowly, making Steve moan lowly.
“That’s it,” Steve says. “You can squeeze - yeah - yeah you can squeeze me a little harder baby it’s okay,” he instructs you, and you nod, squeezing him a little tighter in your hand. He hisses at the added feeling, and you smile, feeling like you’re doing something right.
“You can tell by his reactions that you’re doing so well sweetheart,” Eddie says by your ear. “Keep rubbing him up and down like that, that’s it.”
“Does it feel good Stevie?” You ask, wanting to make sure you’re making him feel good and it’s not all for show.
Steve chuckles at your naivety. “Yeah, yeah baby feels so good,” Steve says, his hips starting to move against your hand as you start to try and pick up the pace.
“That’s it, go faster,” Eddie encourages you, and you do, starting to tug more on Steve’s cock in front of you. The sight is making your insides absolutely fucking melt, and you’re absolutely positive that your panties are drenched at this point.
Eddie kisses your cheek quickly and your eyes flutter closed for a brief moment. “Spit on it,” Eddie whispers lowly into your ear.
You keep rotating your hand around Steve slowly as you inch your head closer to his cock. You get close enough and hesitate, sucking in a breath and trying to gather as much spit as you can before letting it drip from your mouth onto his dick.
You look up at him again for reassurance and find him watching you intently.
You start to rub the spit into his cock, the lubrication making it easier to rub him. You can feel him harden in your hand, even throb a little under your touch, and it makes your confidence grow.
“Kiss his cock sweetheart,” Eddie says, picking up on your instincts immediately. You don’t let yourself hesitate this time as you bring your lips to Steve’s cock and give it a slow, open mouthed kiss.
Steve groans loudly. “Fuuuck baby,” he moans, his hands flexing at his sides.
“Good boy Steve, control yourself,” Eddie chuckles, watching the other boy resist putting his hands into your hair and thrust his cock into your mouth. Something about the way they talk to each other makes you wonder if they’ve done this, or something similar, with each other before. But the thought leaves you quickly as you decide to plant another open kiss to Steve’s cock, this time letting his head slide past your lips and into your mouth slowly.
Your hand is still at the base of Steve’s cock as you start to take him into your mouth, opening your jaw wide. “Good fucking girl,” Eddie chuckles. “You’re a natural.”
Eddie’s hand squeezes your thigh and you whine some, which makes Steve moan as well. “Keep your lips over your teeth sweetheart, and try to move up and down his head just a little bit,” Eddie instructs you. But as he’s talking his hands come just under the hem of your shorts, and your hips rise subtly, desiring any sort of friction between your legs.
“Nice and messy baby, messy,” Steve encourages you, and you let your spit gather around him as you slowly bob your head around his tip and slightly past it. You do your best to keep your teeth as far away from him as possible, which lets your tongue slide under him.
“Oh fuck,” Steve groans. “Yeah, yeah do that with your tongue again, slide- slide it - fuck,” Steve tries to not fall apart too quickly as you rub your tongue all over his sensitive tip while your hand squeezes at his base.
“Keep going,” Eddie whispers in your ear as he starts to unbutton your shorts. You do as you’re told, but whine when Eddie’s fingers drift away from your center.
“Oh, did you want something?” Eddie patronizes you as you pull your mouth off of Steve and look at him wide-eyed.
“Eddie,” you whine, some spit starting to hang off of your lips.
“Gotta tell him what you want baby,” Steve says from above you. Eddie smirks at you in response, acting as nonchalant in the world, as if he wasn’t just about to stick his hand into your pants.
You look back up at Steve for help, but he only urges you with his eyes, not giving you the words so that you have to say it yourself. “But - but you were just - “ You start, starting to feel a little frustrated that they’re toying with you.
“I was just what?” Eddie taunts.
“You were gonna touch me,” you whisper shyly, evading eye contact.
Eddie and Steve both chuckle, sending a small shiver down your spine. “Oh, you want me to touch you while you suck Steve off? That’s pretty naughty,” Eddie says, his eyes bright.
“Is that what you want baby? Want Eddie to touch between your legs while you suck my cock?” Steve asks you, his hand coming to rub your cheek.
You nod at him, but he taps your cheek, and you know what it means. “Y-yes please Eddie,” You answer, looking at the curly haired boy with desperation.
“See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Eddie chuckles, moving so he has easier access to your shorts. He’s about to unbutton them, but stops and looks up at your frozen state. “No one said you could stop sucking,” He reminds you, giving a small slap to your thigh, making you wince but immediately putting Steve’s tip back in your mouth.
You and Steve both groan in unison, you at the taste and feeling of Eddie unbuttoning and pulling down your shorts to your knees, and Steve at the feeling of having your mouth wrapped around him again.
Eddie’s fingers dance over your center, feeling you over your underwear. “Aw sweetheart you’re fucking soaked down here,” Eddie patronizes you. “You must really love sucking cock don’t you?”
You whine in response, but it’s mumbled by having Steve in your mouth. Steve can’t resist any longer and has his hand come to your hair, lightly tugging you off him. “What was that?” He asks, mocking the fact that you couldn’t speak with your mouth full.
“I do- I lo- love sucking your cock,” you admit.
“That’s what I thought,” Eddie chimes from next to you, slipping your underwear to the side as he lets a finger dance around your soaked folds, making you moan.
“And you’re doing so well baby, go ahead and take me little deeper, you can do it,” Steve says, guiding you back to his cock and releasing your hair, which gives you some relief as you feel a little bit more in control. You start to take him a little deeper, going past the tip a little more as you coat him in your spit.
You do your best to keep bobbing your head at a decent pace as Eddie starts to rub slow circles in your clit. It’s alll so much though, and you find your eyes fluttering closed and moaning around Steve’s cock.
“God you’re moans - “ Steve cuts himself off with his own moan as he starts to slowly thrust into your mouth.
“Keep your hand on him,” Eddie reminds you, and you squeeze as you let your mouth hang open and take his cock. You try not to focus on the feeling of Eddie rubbing circles between your legs but it’s really fucking difficult.
“You can do two things at once, you’re a smart girl,” Eddie says. You do your best, letting your head start to still as Steve starts to fuck your mouth, still not going too deep as you let your hand be a barrier from hitting the back of your throat. You breathe as best you can, though when you moan it makes it nearly impossible.
“Fuck your mouth feels so good,” Steve says. “Keep, just keep your mouth open for me baby, just keep sucking on me,” he encourages you. His words grab your attention briefly, reminding you to suck and suck until your lips are fucking numb.
Eddie’s hand stops rubbbing circles as he lets a finger slowly press into your dripping hole. You immediately gasp and pull off of Steve, the intrusion overwhelming. “Oh my fuck fuck fuck,” You gasp, one of your hands grabbing Eddie’s shoulder as the other steadies yourself on Steve’s thigh.
“Fuckkk- you just fucking edged me holy fuck,” Steve rambles, his own hand coming to fist his cock again.
Eddie moans at the sound of your slick coating his finger. “Does that feel good sweetheart?” He asks, though the look on your face tells him all he needs to know.
“F-feels so good, so good I-“ You can’t comprehend what to say as he starts to build a steady pace fucking his finger inside of you. Your eyes finally flutter open and you see Steve fucking his own fist in front of your face.
“Just open your mouth and let Stevie in while I fuck you with my finger, okay? I got you, don’t worry,” Eddie whispers to you.
You can’t do anything other than what he says, letting your mouth fall open as you look up at Steve, your eyes fluttering at the feeling of Eddie curling his finger inside of you. You attach your mouth to Steve’s tip and he takes the action as an okay for him to start thrusting in and out of your mouth again.
You moan relentlessly around his cock, unsure if you’re even properly sucking as you succumb to the feeling of Eddie’s fingers under you. You start slowly bouncing your hips as you desire more from his hands under you, which also allows for Steve’s cock to get more motion.
“Baby honey - baby fu- fuck I’m not gonna last,” Steve huffsfrom above you, sweat beading on his forehead as his chest flushes red. You just moan in response, your hand remembering to come back up to his cock, squeezing twisting and pulling like you’ve seen him do.
“keep- keep twisting yeah like that, like that oh fuck,” Steve groans, his small thrusts getting sloppy.
Eddie leans over to kiss your neck. “Are you going to be able to take his load in your mouth? Gonna swallow it all like a good little slut?” Eddie asks. You groan a muffled “Yes please” around Steve’s cock and Eddie immediately lets his other hand reach to squeeze Steve’s balls.
Steve hisses and his hips stutter. “Gonna- gonna cum baby I’m-“ he says through ragged breaths, before his hips still and and you feel something warm on your tongue.
Eddie releases Steve’s balls and his finger stills inside of you, allowing you to concentrate as Steve comes undone inside of your mouth. You feel the sticky, hot, salty liquid coat your tongue and start to slide down your throat, making you pull off of him quickly to swallow. Steve grunts as a little more cum leaks out of his cock, falling onto your shirt as you finally catch your breath.
You wipe your lips and look up at your best friend, who’s all flushed red and flustered. You’re sure you don’t look any different.
“Lay down,” Eddie says suddenly, pushing your chest so you stumble backwards, falling onto the pillows under your back. “I’m not done with you sweetheart.”
You gasp as Eddie pulls your underwear all the way off and immediately lets his hand come back to rub circles around your clit. The moans that start to come from your throat are unrestricted now as you let yourself fall under Eddie’s spell, focusing on nothing more than the feeling building between your legs.
Eddie lets a finger slide into you again, curling it as he regains his pace from before, pumping in and out of you as he kisses your knees and thighs. “Perfect little pussy,” he mumbles, his eyebrows knitted together in focus as he continues to pleasure you.
You gasp high when he hits a particular spot inside of you. “Woah, woah Eds that- oh fuck,” You whine.
“Yeah sweetheart? That’s the spot isn’t it?” He says confidently, starting to hit that spot again and again.
You suddenly feel a warm hand come under your shoulders, lifting you up slightly so your resting differently. You barely open your eyes to see a shirtless Steve holding you in his lap, his warm chest capturing your body. Your breaths are more and more shallow as your senses become overwhelmed.
“Doing good honey, just let Eddie please you. Did so good for me, fuck made me feel so fucking good,” Steve praises you, kissing your sweaty forehead and your red cheek. You whine and your hips buck upwards.
“Gonna let Eddie taste you baby? He’s been dying to,” Steve asks, his hands coming down to squeeze your tits through your shirt.
Eddie hums, and presses his finger into you extra hard as a sign of affirmation. “P-Please Eds I’m so close,” you beg, your voice nearly coming out as a cry.
“Say less,” Eddie smirks, finally attacking his pink lips to your cunt. The sensation almost immediately tips you over the edge as you gasp and whine, your legs starting to shake at the feeling. You’ve never felt so good in your life, your upper half cradled and seen to by Steve, your lower half being absolutely devoured by Eddie. The ball in your stomach builds and builds, and you know you’re almost there.
Steve senses it as he hears your breathing come and go, and feels your hands squeezing his legs, as your own legs shake around Eddie. “You can do it honey, let go, cum for us,” Steve whispers into your ear. That’s all it takes for your orgasm to rip through you.
It’s nearly violent. You’ve never been so turned on in your entire life, and every sense in your body lights up as your orgasm blasts through your core. Your pussy clenches relentlessly around Eddie’s finger, and he moans at the taste of you releasing around him. You don’t realize it but tears fall down your face at the absolute release you feel.
Your chest is nearly heaving as you stay in your high longer than you ever have, your body buzzing, your head feeling like it’s in the clouds as Eddie comes up from between your legs and rests his weight on you stomach and lower half. The feeling helps ground you, as well as Steve’s constant praise in your ear, his hands rubbing your arms, his lips kissing your head.
When you finally catch your breath and open your eyes, you’re fucking amazed.
“Welcome back to earth,” Eddie jokes, and you exhale a chuckle. Steve tries to kick him but fails.
“You okay there?” Steve asks, moving hair out of your face as he looks down at you. You nod your head quickly, turning to face the pretty boy next to you.
“That was - you were- both of you were - holy fuck,” You say, unable to form a complete sentence.
“Holy fuck is right,” Eddie agrees, kissing you clothed stomach. “You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbles into your skin, which makes you giggle.
“And so good at giving head,” Steve says. You shy away at his words, Turning your head into his chest. “I can’t believe that just happened,” you admit.
Steve nods slowly in agreement with you, his own vision going distant as you all sit in silence for a moment.
The familiar treehouse suddenly seems to come back into the picture as you regain your surroundings and come down from the high of everything that just happened. You start to sit up slowly, but Steve pulls you back down into him immediately, hugging you to his chest. “You’re not going anywhere,” he says.
“Yeah sweetheart, you’ve done enough work,” Eddie agrees, standing up from your legs to go grab you a water from the little mini fridge. “Drink,” he says, tossing it to you.
“Wait Eds what about you-“
“Look,” Steve interrupts you, pointing to the obvious stain in Eddie’s pants.
You giggle in amazement at Eddie as he slides his pants off, leaving him in just his stained boxers as he comes to cuddle up next to you. “What? That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, can’t blame me,” he says, completely unashamed as he wraps his arms around your low waist and settles his head into your shoulder.
“It was really fucking hot,” you agree.
“I’ll say,” Steve chimes in.
You relax into Steve’s chest, and let one of your hands come to tangle in Eddie’s hair, rubbing it as you all start relax into one another. It’s almost like every other time you all have fallen asleep in the treehouse, except you’re not wearing pants, Steve is shirtless, and Eddie’s underwear is stained with his own cum. You try not to giggle at the absurdity of the situation, and just let yourself smile instead. If anyone thought your relationship with Steve and Eddie was peculiar before, you can’t imagine what they would think now
hey bbg <3 my bday is in two days … ****!steve ? 🥺
EVERYONE WISH VAL A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RN !!!!
for context: shes requesting a frat!steve au since ive been considering writing a full series around frat!steve and his slutty antics for a whiiiiile. for now, heres a lil blurb of the mans in a frat with a reader unrelated to my other works <3 this one is little steamy, no actual smut, but steve is a very handsy boy
enjoy !
"i know youve been watching me all night," steve whispers against your ear, barely audible over the music that pulses within the house. his lips ghosts your skin, you can feel the smirk that always dawns his face.
"i dont know what youre talking about." you feign indifference, but your body betrays you as it shudders.
steves smirk grows, his teeth flash in the houses strobe lighting. he presses himself firmer behind you. your ass slots perfectly against his hips, and he has to bite back a groan when you arch your back just enough to graze against him. "fuck, youre pretty when you lie."
"its dark, you cant even see me."
"i can see enough." he nips at your neck now. the skin is tender, soft underneath his teeth. your breath catches. the alcohol in your system burns deeper than the marks steve leaves.
all night you had tried to resist steve harrington.
you had heard what everyone said about him. the frat brother every girl was warned about. you had heard about how he used girls, fucked them and then left them for dry. how despite how vile steve was, everyone couldnt help but like him anyways. the charm that steve harrington had was enough to leave girls wanting more, long after he left them.
it wasnt supposed to turn out this way, encased in his arms in a dark corner of the crowded frat house as he grinds against you. it was supposed to be a simple house party, one you attended just to say that you did.
then you had seen him across the room. steves hair was pushed back, his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat as he threw back a shot; his bicep had strained against the sleeve of his stupid polo shirt all the brothers had to wear. he had cheered when he was done, wiped his mouth in a grotesque way.
steve harrington was the embodiment of a frat boy. he was disgusting to watch. he was everything you hated.
but it had been his smile that drew you in, that stupid, genuine, boyish smile that didnt at all fit his smug face and asshole attire. his smile had been kind. warm, even. made his brown soften and your breath catch in your throat.
you took a shot to try and forget it.
one shot became two, then three, then somehow four.
steve took the fifth shot with you. the tequila spilled a little down his lip. he didnt bother to wipe it when he was done. his eyes had been on you.
his gaze had burned you, but you wanted to melt into it anyways.
"i dont sleep with frat guys." you gasp out, craning your neck so that steve has better access to it. hes frustratingly good with his lips, his tongue soothes the wounds his teeth leave.
he laughs into your skin. nips at your neck again, plays with a strip of skin just to hear you gasp again. you make the prettiest noises hes ever heard. "is that so?"
"i-i wont," a soft moan escapes your lips. it stutters out, you cant stop it as it builds. heat rushes from your cheeks down. your back arches again, you feel steves hands slide around your stomach. he holds you there, firm. hes hard. "i wont sleep with you."
"then dont sleep with me." steves hand trails up your chest as his nose remains buried in your neck. his motion is slow, the heat of his hand leaves a burning trail on your skin. he stops just below your breast, teasing. "i like where i have you right now."
to emphasize his point, steve presses himself against you and moans. the sound, his words, they only make you ache more. its addictive, the way his voice turns to honey and his hands turn to embers. he has you right where he wants you.
youre playing with fire.
someone will get burned in the end.
but you turn in steves arms and bring your lips to his anyways.
warning: accidental cream pie, smut, 18+ to interact
feedback and/or comments are always welcome :)
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Steve doesn’t realize what he had been missing until he slides in.
His eyes rolling back because he didn’t know it would be so warm and wet and squeeze him so tightly.
And the whine that comes from your mouth when he pushes to the hilt has his hips stuttering. Your walls spasming around his length as you gasp from the mere size of him.
It feels so good, too good, mind fogging good.
His big hands hold onto your waist as his heavy balls press against your ass and then he’s moving back, his veiny shaft dragging along your soaking walls, causing both of your breaths to hitch.
And then you’re sucking him back in, your pretty pussy dripping and creaming on his cock as he buries himself deeper. And he can’t get enough.
His eyes focus on where the two of you are connected as he pulls away, seeing just how much you stretch around his shaft and how your slick glistens around his base.
And then he can’t help himself, head thrown back as he bullies his cock back into your soaking pussy. He knows he should pull out but he can’t seem to, he feels his cock twitch as he unexpectedly cums.
Apologies falls from his lips as he ruts his hips against you, already pussy drunk and pushing his load deeper. He’s promising you that’ll he’ll make up for it. Still grinding his cock inside your wet cunt, each roll of his hips making a mixture of his cum and your slick drip out.
And he’s already getting hard again, the serum to blame for the stamina. But he means it when he said he’ll make up for it. Pupils blown as he meets your eyes.
sagey🥺🥺 my all time FAVORITE SOFTIE WRITER<333 personally i see prompt 8 on the “friends that act like a married couple” IS STEVE AND THE READER AND I LOVE THE CONCEPT OF IT🥺🥺
SHAWNIIII my love!!! That’s ABSOLUTELY a Steve prompt ahhhh I love it ☺️ also at the time of writing this I have had some wine so please excuse any spelling/grammar errors as a result of that fhdkhfjd
(oops this ended up being less “friends who act like a married couple” and more “already established relationship” 😅)
Prompt: "you're like my child, call me daddy.... nevermind, that sounds wrong”
One of the things Steve loved about you was your innocence.
Not in a creepy way, just… the way you didn’t hesitate to drop everything to join in on one of Dustin’s adventures, listened patiently as Eddie and Will rambled to you about their current D&D campaigns, cheered on Lucas at all of his basketball games, and let Max and El drag you around to every store in the mall. On more than one occasion you had been part of the pack of kids giggling as they visited him at Scoops Ahoy, not doing much to discourage the teasing about his uniform so much as being an eager participant — occasions that had more often than not ended with another tally under the “You Suck” heading on Robin’s board.
He shakes his head as the memories run through his head, a laugh escaping him as he returns his attention to playing nurse for the scrape on your knee.
“What?” You question, wincing slightly as he applies antibiotic ointment, “Is me being injured so entertaining to you? For your information, I absolutely could have won that race if it weren’t for that pothole—” you continue, referring to the bike race you had happily participated in with the kids.
“Nothing,” he laughs, nodding to the Band-Aid in his hand, “It’s just… I remember doing this for Will and Lucas and all of them.”
“Awwwe,” you grin, “I’m like one of the kids.”
Steve speaks without thinking as he digs around in the cabinet under the sink, focused on putting away the first aid kit. “You’re like my child, call me daddy—”
His face blanches as he stands, finally processing the words.
“Wait no nevermind, that sounds so wrong…”
You stand from your perch on the edge of the tub and step towards him, a smirk playing on your lips as you neatly brush past him.
“I mean… I can call you that if you really want me to.” you say softly, your voice pitching up into a flirty singsong.
And you’re gone, sashaying out the door, leaving him stunned in the middle of his guest bathroom.
The grin on your face only grows as you hear a muffled “… WHAT?” followed by the unmistakable sounds of your boyfriend scrambling after you.
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hi katy can i request #4 or number #50 from the prompt list with steve please
Sure thing, my love! I took a wild guess and made this a really smutty one, so enjoy.
Prompt 4: “Wanna bet?”
Prompt 50: “In my defense, I really wanted to.”
Summary: You make the mistake of doubting Steve, so he has a point to prove to you.
Pairing: Steve Harrington/afab!reader
Warnings: SMUT (18+), cocky!Steve, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering (reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), p in v, praise kink, Steve being a little shit, established relationship, lots of banter
Smutty blurb below the cut!
It had started innocently, really. Well, somewhat innocently.
“Bullshit!” you cried, stifling a laugh. “There’s no way that you -”
“Can make you cum three different ways in ten minutes?” he finished, smiling smugly. Despite yourself, you felt hot, hearing him say it so casually - all you wanted was to kiss that smirk off of his face.
“Yeah, exactly - I mean, you’re fucking great, but you’ve never -”
“That’s just because I want to make it last for you. But, it’s a Harrington record.”
You crossed your arms, lifting your chin.
“Sorry, but I just don’t believe you.”
He got a devilish glint in his eye then, and that’s when you knew you were done for.
“Wanna bet?”
*****
“Oh, fuck - oh my God, Steve -”
You reach down and thread his fingers in his hair, where it’s settled between your legs. He groans as you tug on the brunette strands, arching your back with the movements of his tongue. You plant your feet into the mattress, moaning as his tongue circles your clit.
You’re already shaking, still sensitive from your first orgasm moments ago.
“First my fingers, then my mouth, then my cock, got it?” he had said, peppering messy kisses down your chest as he did. He’s making good on his bet, having you a melted mess under his touch in minutes.
Now, you moan, nearly whimpering as he laps hungrily at your folds. It takes one more circle of his tongue over your clit, and you’re done for - you’re bucking your hips into his face, his name on your lips as you scream, tugging harshly on his hair as you see stars behind your eyelids.
He works you through your high, hands placed firmly on your hips as he licks lazily at your folds, pressing deep thumbprints into your skin that you know will serve as reminders later.
“Oh fuck, baby,” you mewl, practically begging. “That’s good, that’s enough, it’s too much -”
He takes the cue and stops, pulling away slowly and hoisting himself over you. His grin is glossy, covered with you, and you don’t even have it in yourself to call him smug, of full of it. Instead, you pull him down for a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue, groaning at the dirtiness of it all.
“Jesus, baby,” you whisper, scratching the back of his scalp lightly. “You really know how to make good on a promise, huh?”
He smirks, and kisses you again, brief and hard. “Well, not quite, princess.”
Before you can say anything else, he’s on you again, kissing you breathless, arms caging you on either side. You let him, moaning into his mouth. You hate giving him the satisfaction of winning anything, of proving a point, but it’s a losing battle. He’s all around you, flooding your senses, and all you can think about is Steve.
You’re so caught up that you hardly notice him unbuckling his belt, pay no mind to the sound of an opening zipper and denim being pulled down. You feel him against your stomach, and allow your hand to travel down to palm him through his boxers, his tongue exploring your mouth as you do so.
He hisses as he feels your hand through his boxers, breaking the kiss and pressing his face into your neck.
“Wait, baby, fuck - if you keep doin’ that - I’m not gonna be able to -”
“Prove me wrong?” you chuckle, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
“Yeah - that actually is gonna get me off more than anything else.”
You slap his arm, and he lets out a low laugh. You open your mouth to tease him more, but he’s pushing your hand out of the way and sliding his boxers down, allowing his hard cock to spring free. Before you can even think about trying anything else, he’s pressing his leaking tip against your folds. With the barest touch to your still-sensitive clit, your breath catches in your throat and your toes curl, wrapping one leg around the back of Steve’s and pulling him close.
“Needy, are we?” he asks, his voice low and raspy, his breath tickling your ear.
“Shut up,” you breathe, feeling his grin pressed into your hair.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asks innocently.
“C’mon,” you whine, pulling him closer again with your hooked leg.
“Use your words, princess,” he rasps.
“Ugh, fine - I -” you gasp again as you feel his cock brush your slit, coating himself in your wetness. “ - I want you, Steve. All of you.”
“‘Atta girl,” he whispers, and without a moment’s hesitation, he pushes into you roughly.
You throw your head back and arch into him, crying out at the intrusion. He slips in easily, the slick of your two orgasms guiding him right in. You stretch around him, and he groans as you envelop him. You both wait there a moment, adjusting to the feeling.
“Fuck, baby -” he whispers, voice strained. “You’re always so fuckin’ tight - you take my cock so well.”
You whimper, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer, digging your nails into the space between his shoulder blades.
“Move, please,” you beg.
“So bossy.”
You want to roll your eyes, but then he’s moving, thrusting fast and rough. He knows you so well by now, knowing that right now isn’t the moment to be slow and soft. You move with him, meeting his movements with your hips, taking him as deep as you can.
“Fuck, Stevie - you feel so good - ah, yes, right there -”
“Baby - you’re so good, takin’ me so well - it’s like your pussy was made for this cock. Isn’t that right?”
You just moan, pressing your lips to the column of his throat, sucking on the skin there as he slams into you.
Soon, it’s just pants and moans, the slapping of skin and sheen of sweat, Steve whispering sweet and filthy praises into your ear.
“Such a good girl - fuck, baby - you’re takin’ me so good, look at you - you gonna come for me, sweetheart? I know you’ve got one more in you - come on my cock, I know you can.”
“I do, baby, I do,” you cry, voice wavering. “I’m close, so close - fuck, harder, faster -”
He reaches up and interlocks his fingers with yours, pressing your hand into the mattress as he fucks into you, the softness of the gesture contrasting the filthy sounds coming from both of you. His other hand snakes down your body to where you two meet, rubbing fast and hard circles on your clit, and that’s all it takes.
You both come together, pressing your foreheads together and you cry out his name like a prayer. You clench around him, walls fluttering as he empties into you, your vision surging white. He whispers sweet nothings as you both work through your highs, making your heart flutter and blood sing.
“That’s it, sweetheart, - what a good girl, coming three times for me.”
You both wait for your breathing to slow down, your fingers threading through his hair and along his scalp soothingly, him pressing a few sweet kisses into your shoulder. He pulls out of you as he starts to soften, and rolls to his back next to you, still holding your hand. Neither of you say anything for a moment as he rubs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.
“So,” he starts, the air of cockiness returning to his voice. “Still don’t believe me?”
You scoff, and roll over to slap his shoulder playfully, earning a hearty laugh from him.
“Okay, fine - you win. But, we don’t know if it was actually ten -”
As if on cue, you hear a shrill DING, and you whip your head towards the nightstand, where an egg timer is going off.
“Steve,” you gasp, looking at him incredulously. “You actually set a timer?”
He grins, reaching over to turn it off, then turning back to face you as he props himself up on his elbow.
“Yep - I had to make sure you knew I wasn’t talking out of my ass. And time to spare, too!”
You stare at him for a moment, and then break into laughter, and absolute giggle fit, covering your face with your hands. He joins you, burying his face into the pillow to stifle his laugh.
“You’re such an asshole,” you gasp, fighting to get your words out between giggles.
“I love you too,” he replies, voice softer.
You feel your stomach flip, still not entirely used to the boy lying beside you, even after all this time. You lean over and kiss him, sweetly and softly.
“You know - you didn’t really have to prove your point like that. I mean, you’ve basically set the bar for our sex life so high -”
He rolls his eyes and shuts you up with a kiss, smiling against your lips.
“In my defense,” he whispers, “I really wanted to.”
He pulls you in his arms, and you lay your head on his chest, sighing. He pulls the comforter up to cover your bare bodies, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Well,” you say, nuzzling into him, “I’m glad you did - I’m going to have to get you back though.”
