okay not gonna lie? I’m dying to see what smut you’re cooking up for this Stonathan x gem!reader poly fic…
#misha’s WIP game
oh, you want smut?
perfect. then i’ll give you filth.
alright, kicking off the WIP game (misha’s version) with some smutty unpublished work here from “at the château, we’ll be alright.”
AT THE CHÂTEAU, WE’LL BE ALRIGHT
by misha 🪽
Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x fem!reader
Steve’s eyes never left Jonathan’s as he wet his palm, his spit glistening on his large hand. He stroked his dick with his, lathering it. A grin tugged at the corner of his lips, a hint of that charming smile gracing Jonathan’s gaze. Then, Steve looked back down at you. He leaned over you, ready to be inside of you…
The pretty noises that you made as Steve entered you were heavenly. Broken, choked and relieved, all at once. Steve mirrored them with pretty, pleasured sounds of his own. He slowly fucked into you, leaning down to suck at and groan into your neck. He couldn’t be close enough to you, and frankly you couldn’t either. The two of you were like missing puzzle pieces, finding one another after a long search and clicking together with urgency to finish the picture.
It had Jonathan mesmerized as he watched the two of you fucking. It was somehow filthy yet beautiful, the way that Steve hiked farther up into you and how you wrapped your legs around him. It felt like watching a young gladiator make love to a divine messenger of the gods.
“Go slower…” Jonathan said in a low voice, demanding.
Steve’s thrusts slowed, making you whine.
“Make her scream, Steve,” Jonathan added, stroking his twitching cock underneath his pants. Steve hitched into you, hard, making you yelp. Jonathan grinned, imagining himself beneath Steve. He chose to live vicariously through you, basking in it.
“Give her a reason to fucking scream for more,” Jonathan growled.
Give me a reason to scream out loud, he means.
Steve groaned loudly into your open mouth, and Jonathan tells him to go faster. He does, pounding into you and gasping for air as he clung to you.
The keening cries falling from your lips were sinful.
“Tell her how tight she is,” Jonathan said, quickening his own pace inside of his slacks.
“You’re so fucking tight, babygirl,” Steve panted against you. “So. Fucking. Tight. Fuck.”
Sweat poured from his brow onto your forehead, his eyes boring into yours as he fucked you senseless. You were the most beautiful mess below him, all whimpering and darling and dreamlike. It drove Steve mad, which only heightened Jonathan’s nearing climax.
“Steve,” you whined. “Can f-feel you…in my—r-ribcage, god—”
Your words, and the sight of you falling apart, made Jonathan and Steve both see angels and devils and god. It was the holiest thing, despite everything being straight from the underworld. You were all damned to hell for this, no doubt.
And none of you could have cared fucking less.
“Like me there, baby?” Steve rasped, his thrusts picking up speed and cock ready to explode into you. “Like me all up inside’a you?”
“—g-gonna,” you stuttered. “Gonna c-c—”
“Me too —” Steve wheezed.
“NO.”
The abrupt command, though not yelled, made you and Steve both turn to look at Jonathan in blissfully fucked out horror. What?
“Not unless you plan on cumming twice.”
If you could have snapped a picture of Jonathan in this moment, you would have tucked it away to keep forever and always. He looked so driven with lust and love, dark eyes ignited with hunger and desire. There was a devilish grin tugging at the corner of his lips, all cheshire-like as he discovered newfound adoration for this little game.
