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
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Tommy Hagan/Carol Perkins, Robin Buckley/Vickie, Tommy Hagan/Steve Harrington, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Tommy Hagan, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Tommy Hagan's Mother, Tommy Hagan's Father, Lucas Sinclair, Carol Perkins' Mother, Carol Perkins' Father
Additional Tags: Past Tommy Hagan/Carol Perkins, Past Character Death, Past Torture, Past Relationship(s), Past Child Abuse, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Steve Harrington Has Absent Parents, Steve Harrington Has Head Trauma, Past Friendship(s), Regret, Grief/Mourning, Past Steve Harrington & Tommy Hagan & Carol Perkins, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Tommy Hagan Is Having A Bad Time Of It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alcoholic Steve's Mother Mrs. Harrington (Stranger Things), References to Addiction, Drug Use, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Neurodiversity, Period Typical Attitudes, Period Typical Bigotry, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period-Typical Racism, Sexist Language, 1980s, Cigarettes, Steve Harrington Smokes Marijuana, Robin Buckley Has Questionable Parents, Tommy Hagan Has Good Parents, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Minor Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Minor Character(s), Minor Character Death, Dead Carol Perkins, Bisexual Vickie (Stranger Things), Lesbian Robin Buckley, Background Relationships, Tags May Change, Slow To Update, Complicated Relationships, Slow Build, Character Development, Bisexual Tommy Hagan, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Wakes & Funerals, Family Issues, Minor Maxine "Max" Mayfield/Lucas Sinclair, Canonical Character Death, Non-Canonical Character Death, Closeted Character, Slow Burn, Injury Recovery, Alcohol, Tommy Hagan-centric, Steve Harrington-centric, these tags are in such a bad order. big sigh. all over the place! I'll probably just redo them the next time this updates...
Series: Part 3 of Steve Harrington (And Others) In: This Sure Is A Time Of It! [/genuinely angsty. sorry.]
Summary:
See, the thing about Tommy is that he's really not that deep.
Except - you know - you can still drown in shallow water.
Or: Tomás Hagan's a stereotype. This is an intentional defence.
“Once it screams, we run. Every monster and their mother is gonna hear it, and we need to get out of the open, fast.” He hisses between his teeth as he watches the creature weave its way through the trees, drawing closer.
“And lead them all straight to the motel?” You whisper back at him, and his face pales. There goes that plan.
“Shit.”
“What about that house?” You suddenly ask, tilting your head to your left. “The huge one on that hill? It’s the opposite direction from the motel and the closest thing-”
“Oh, god, no.” Steve breathes out, shaking his head with determination. “Remember what Robin called it? You do not enter a house called the murder house. Especially when you’re being chased by murderous flesh-eating monsters!”
“It’s pretty much our only choice right now.” You stress, the small hairs on your arm prickling the closer the creature gets. “We run through, slip out the back, and tail it to the motel before it’s-”
If Steve had any objections, you never heard them. All you heard was the terrifying scream rippling from the unhinged jaw of a ghostly woman.
“Run, run!” You yell, already feeling the effects of an ear-splitting pitch.
Steve immediately grabs your hand and you let him guide you both, blindly trusting the boy you had assumed your enemy for 4 years of your life.
He wasn’t sure if you’d both be able to get inside in time, fully away of the hoard of monsters emerging from the shadows and chasing you down. It was a risky bet, this house. But you were right. It was the only option.
If Steve wasn’t so adamant on moving fast, he might have felt the soft tug of your arm as your body struggles to keep up, the stretch of the hill proving the laws of physics were never your friend.
As long as your hand was in his, you were going to be fine.
harringrove angst (kind of mean steve for those who aren't into that)
thinking of steve and billy having bad fights after starting a relationship, and during those fights steve always brings up the night at the byers.
steve doesn’t really know why he does it, him and billy have made amends, they’re together now and they love each other. except, he kind of does know why he brings it up. it wins him the argument. billy goes quiet and hurt and they don’t fight anymore.
because billy doesn’t want to be like neil, wants to show steve (show everyone) that he’s better. he knows he fucked up, that he’s not perfect and probably never will be, but he thought steve had forgiven him. that they’d forgiven each other, because steve apologized to him too. and how can billy bring that up without looking like he’s making excuses? can’t say you hit me too or you know what happened before with my dad or what was i supposed to think about what i found?
eventually steve does it so much that they stop fighting completely. and, yeah, steve no longer has to deal with the arguments, he and billy don’t scream at each other until they’re both in tears anymore. it’s the best they’ve gotten along since they got together or, well, ever.
but he’s also lost the shy smiles billy gives him when it’s just the two of them, and the little laugh that billy is embarrassed of, the one that hiccups out of him and scrunches up his nose. and, most importantly, he’s lost the quiet nights where billy opens up to him, about the abuse from his dad, and how he felt when his mom left, how much he misses her and how he wishes she’d loved him enough to take him with her.
maybe steve starts getting angrier, and more hurt as time goes on and billy doesn’t open back up. he decides that if billy is going to withhold things from him, steve should start being able to take things from billy too. they still have sex, billy still sighs into steve’s neck when steve slides into him but steve starts not kissing billy, turning his head away when billy tries, turning billy on his belly when billy gets too persistent. leaves billy to clean up by himself as soon as they’re done rather than stay in bed holding each other, enjoying the afterglow together like they’ve always done before. stops taking billy out with him when he hangs out with the party or the other teens, stops telling billy when he goes out at all.
and so, the resentment starts to build up, for both of them, and they’re right back where they started, fighting and screaming at each other. but neither of them will leave. they love each other, after all. steve refuses to have another failed relationship, because what does that say about steve? that he isn’t good enough, loveable enough, worthy enough, just not ever enough. and as much as billy doesn’t want to be like neil, he also doesn’t really want to be like his mom either. doesn’t want to abandon steve like his mom abandoned him, knows how it affected him, how it made him feel, and he won’t do that to someone he cares about.
so they stay stuck in this endless cycle because maybe steve loves billy and billy loves steve, but they don’t always like each other, and they definitely don’t trust each other.
