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More Than Two

Summary: You kiss both Jonathan Byers and Steve Harrington and quickly realize that avoiding the truth only creates more problems than it solves.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader x Jonathan Byers

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, threesome, unprotected piv (don’t do this), oral (m!receiving), fingering, creampie, kissing, no mentions of Y/N, love triangle but all three end up together, poly relationship, sunshine!reader, nancy never dated jonathan or steve here, light angst, fluff, playful arguing

Word Count: 12k

Note: I love both Steve and Jonathan and wish I could have them both. Anyway, I honestly don’t know how I feel about this. Maybe I’ll write another part but I’m not quite sure. I’m just hoping you all like it and that I didn’t disappoint 😭😞

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You should’ve known something would go wrong the moment you woke up optimistic.

Moving day was never supposed to be easy, but you’d at least expected it to be straightforward. You would just rent a van, bribe your friends with pizza, survive the stairs, and be done. Simple as that.

You believed it would be so simple that you hadn’t thought twice about calling Steve Harrington. Or Jonathan Byers. Separately.

The first knock comes right on time. You were still taping up the last box when you opened the door and found Jonathan standing there, hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” he says, offering a small smile. “You ready?”

“Almost,” you say, stepping aside. “Thanks for coming, Jonathan!”

He waved a hand, giving you a smile. “Yeah. Of course.”

Jonathan steps inside, immediately scanning the almost empty apartment that was now filled with boxes.

Then you hear a second knock.

You frown. “Huh. That was fast.”

Jonathan glances at the door, confused, just as you open it again. Steve Harrington stands there in a fitted t-shirt, sunglasses perched on his head despite the fact that you’re inside, holding a roll of packing tape you asked him to bring.

“Oh,” he says.

“Oh,” Jonathan echoes.

The air goes weird instantly.

Steve’s smile falters just a fraction as his eyes flick past you to Jonathan. Jonathan stiffens, shoulders squaring subtly.

“What are you doing here?” Steve asks, tone casual but edged.

Jonathan blinks. “Helping her move?”

Steve lets out a short laugh. “Yeah. Me too.”

You look between them, then grin. “Great! You’re both here!”

Neither of them looks particularly great about it.

Jonathan steps aside awkwardly to give Steve room to enter, and they brush shoulders slightly. Though they pretend it didn’t happen and step away from one another.

The two don’t exactly hate each other. They just don’t know how to exist in the same space without everything feeling like a competition neither of them signed up for. It’s always felt like this since high school, even more so when you came into the picture.

Steve sets the tape down, then gently grabs your arm and steers you a few steps away.

“What’s Byers doing here?” He mutters.

You blink at him, tilting your head. “I called him?”

Steve frowns. “Okay, but then why am I here?”

You stare at him for a second, then snort. “Steve. You’re both here to help me. Obviously.”

He opens his mouth, closes it, then exhales through his nose. “Right. Yeah. Sure. That makes sense.”

Behind you, Jonathan pretends very hard not to be listening. His arms are crossed, eyes glaring into the back of Steve’s head.

Before things can get any more awkward, the door swings open again.

“MOVE DAY, BABY—” Robin Buckley announces, stopping short when she takes in the scene. Her eyes flick from Steve, to Jonathan, to you, then she grins. “Oh. This is fun.”

“Robin!” You light up, unaware of the growing tension between the two men. “Thank God. Please tell me you brought caffeine.”

She lifts a bag. “I came prepared. Unlike whatever this is.” She gestures vaguely at the boys. She leans over, quietly speaking to you so that the other two can’t hear. “Did you mean to summon them both, or are you just that powerful?”

You groan. “We’re just friends, Rob.”

Robin hums, unconvinced.

The moment moving starts, the competition kicks in.

Steve grabs a box labeled BOOKS, grunting as he picks it up but quickly masks it with a cough. “I’ll take the heavy stuff.”

Jonathan reaches for the same box. “I’ve got it.”

Steve tightens his grip. “I said I’ve got it.”

Jonathan raises an eyebrow. “It’s not a contest.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Could’ve fooled me.”

You watch them wrestle it for a second before letting go entirely. You slid right in, picking it up with a smile. “It’s fine, I’ll take it.”

Steve and Jonathan glance at each other, eyes narrowing.

“Shit,” Steve mutters under his breath, and before Jonathan can react, he slaps Jonathan’s arm lightly.

Jonathan flinches, then frowns. “Really? That’s your move?”

Steve ignores him and jerks the box out of your hands. “Nope. I got it,” he says, strutting a little as he walks out the door.

Jonathan rolls his eyes but doesn’t protest. Instead, he bends and picks up another box, muttering under his breath. “Jackass.”

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes. “Yay, this is so much fun!” You say, choosing to ignore their antics. “Everything seems like it’s going well.”

Robin looks at you with a smirk, arms crossed. “Look at you,” she says with a raised eyebrow. “They are literally kissing the ground you walk on.”

You feel your face grow hot. “Stop, Robin.”

She hums knowingly. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. They clearly like to compete for your attention while pretending they don’t.”

You roll your eyes again, grabbing a lighter box to distract yourself from their antics. Steve winks at you over his shoulder, and Jonathan glances briefly, that faint blush creeping up his neck.

You drop the box into the van with a thud. “I need a snack already.”

Robin snorts. “Yeah, me too. And maybe a ringmaster for this circus.”

You hear Steve call out Jonathan’s name as he smirks at him. “You’re making it too easy for her to pick favorites, Byers.”

Jonathan sighs, lifting his next box. “Has it ever occurred to you that I’m not here to show off and I’m simply here to help my friend, Harrington?”

You glance at them, before looking back at Robin. “Those two are going to give me gray hairs before we even unpack.”

Steve then disappears down the hallway and comes back a second later hauling what is clearly the heaviest box you own. The bottom is bowed slightly, the tape straining.

Jonathan pauses suddenly, his eyes widening.

“You know that one’s labeled ‘fragile,’ right?” He says.

Steve adjusts his grip, jaw flexing. “Yeah. I can read.”

“You’re holding it upside down.”

Steve freezes. Slowly, he flips the box.

You clap again, delighted. “Aw, look at them communicating! I love teamwork.”

Robin snorts from behind you, carrying a box of her own. “This is not what teamwork looks like.”

Steve strides past anyway, nodding at you with a big grin. He takes exactly three steps before the box lets out an ominous shift.

Jonathan’s hand shoots out automatically, steadying it. “Hey—”

Their hands touch, making them both pause. There’s a very brief moment where they look at each other like they’ve both just realized something. Though what they realized was unclear.

Then Steve jerks his hand away. “I got it.”

Jonathan exhales through his nose, rolling his eyes. “Right. Of course.”

You tilt your head, smiling. “Wow, you’ve got great reflexes. You’d make a great goalie, Jonathan.”

Jonathan blinks at you. “Uh, thanks?”

Steve preens a little, even though the compliment wasn’t his.

Jonathan immediately bends down and grabs another box. This one seemed to be even heavier.

Steve turns his head and immediately notices. “Oh, no you don’t,” he says, reaching for it.

Jonathan lifts it before Steve can. “I do, actually.”

Steve scoffs. “That’s heavier.”

Jonathan shrugs. “Guess we’ll find out.”

You grab a small box yourself, humming as you pass them. “Just don’t hurt yourselves, okay? I need you both alive.”

Robin watches the three of you shuffle toward the van and mutters to herself, shaking her head. “Idiots.”

As you all continue to move your things, the guys continue to compete with one another. Steve nearly jogs to the van, determined not to be outpaced. Jonathan follows at a steady pace, his jaw set.

You trail behind, squinting up at the sky. “It’s actually really nice out today. Moving in this weather is kind of perfect, right?”

Steve slams his box down in the van with a little more force than necessary. “Perfect,” he agrees quickly.

Jonathan sets his box down more carefully. “Yeah. Perfect.”

You hop up onto the edge of the van, legs swinging. “Thanks again for helping me, all three of you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Steve and Jonathan both freeze, looking at each other with narrow eyes before turning back to you.

Steve clears his throat. “Yeah. Anytime.”

Jonathan nods. “Of course.”

You hop down, still smiling. “Okay! Next load!”

Steve straightens immediately. “I’ll grab the dresser.”

Jonathan also speaks at the exact same time. “I’ll take the dresser.”

You blink between them. “Or…you could both carry it?”

They stare at you, then at each other.

Then Steve sighs. “Fine.”

Jonathan mutters quietly. “Fine.”

Robin cackles behind you.

By the time the last box is dragged inside, your new apartment looks like a mess.

Boxes are stacked along the walls, some opened and some still closed, labeled in your handwriting, and the faint smell of dust and fresh paint hangs in the air. The windows are open, sunlight spilling across the floor.

You spin once in the middle of the living room, arms out. “Okay, but tell me this isn’t already better.”

“It’s not bad,” Steve admits, hands on his hips as he surveys the space. “You’ve got decent lighting. I like that.”

Jonathan nods. “It’s nice,” he says quietly. “It has a lot more space than the old one.”

You beam at that. “See? It’s such an upgrade.”

Robin drops onto one of the boxes with a sigh. “I am officially starving. I moved approximately three boxes and watched you two argue all day. I deserve compensation.”

“Oh!” You perk up. “Pizza! There’s a place literally right down the street. It’d be kind of silly to get it delivered.” You grab your keys from the counter. “You guys stay here while I go get it.”

You don’t even make it two steps before the guys call out your name.

“I’ll go,” Steve says immediately.

“I can go,” Jonathan says at the same time.

They stop, slowly turning to look at each other. They glare at one another, clearly annoyed.

Steve speaks again, sharper now. “I’m already up.”

Jonathan’s jaw tightens. “So am I.”

“I know where it is.”

“So do I.”

You laugh lightly, trying to smooth it over. “Guys, it’s okay—”

Robin groans loudly. “Oh my God, I’m going to lose my mind.” She stands, grabs Steve by the arm, and starts physically dragging him toward the door. “Congratulations, dingus. You’re on pizza duty with me.”

Steve resists just enough to be noticeable. “Wait—why me?”

“Because,” Robin says sweetly, “Jonathan and our sunshine here can unpack. There’s a lot that needs to be done.”

Steve hesitates, his eyes flicking to you, then to Jonathan. Jonathan was already kneeling by a box, sleeves pushed up, focused very deliberately on cutting open the box as if nothing just happened. Something tightens in Steve’s chest.

“Uh,” he begins, his eyes on the two of you. “I—fine.”

You smile, completely unbothered. “Be safe! Don’t fight over toppings!”

The door shuts behind them, and the apartment feels different once Steve and Robin are gone. The noise they carried with them fades, leaving the space noticeably quieter.

You hum to yourself as you open another box, pulling out plates and stacking them carefully on the counter. Jonathan works nearby, carefully placing books onto the shelf, taking his time with each one. You watch him for a moment before smiling.

“You don’t have to be so careful with those, Jon,” you say lightly. “They’re just paperbacks.”

Jonathan shrugs, still focused as he slides another book into place. “Still.”

You laugh softly and go back to unpacking. The silence that settles between you isn’t awkward. It usually never is with him. You’ve always liked that about Jonathan, the way he doesn’t rush to fill the quiet or make it feel uncomfortable.

You move around the kitchen, opening boxes, setting things down, occasionally glancing over at him. He’s focused, brows slightly furrowed, careful with everything he touches. It makes your chest feel warm in a way you don’t really stop to think about.

You realize then how much you enjoy his presence, not because he’s loud or trying to impress you, but because he’s calm. You like being around him because it feels easy. You don’t have to perform or talk just to fill space. You can just exist.

You glance over at him again. “Thanks for staying, Jonathan.”

He looks up from the box he’s unpacking, clearly caught off guard. “Yeah. Of course. I mean—someone had to,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck as if he doesn’t know where to put his hands.

You grin at him. “I’m glad it’s you.”

His ears go pink almost instantly, the color creeping up his cheeks as he looks back down at the box in front of him. Jonathan pauses for a moment before opening another one to distract himself from what you said.

You then hear him clear his throat. “You’re way too cheerful for someone who just carried half their life up three flights of stairs,” he says, trying to be casual.

You laugh as you pull clothes from a box and toss them onto the couch. “What? This is exciting. Can you blame me? I’m finally in my new apartment, which is a hundred times better than my old one.”

He lets out a quiet chuckle. “No, you’re right. I’d be excited too if I got away from my creepy landlord.”

You glance over your shoulder, pointing at him. “Don’t even bring him up. I should’ve fought him.”

Jonathan smiles despite himself, shaking his head. “I should’ve brought my camera to document the fight.”

You grab a sock from the open box and toss it at him. “I swear, you and your camera.”

He dodges it easily, laughing, and the sound makes you laugh too. He picks up the sock and throws it back, deliberately missing so it lands somewhere behind you.

“Wow,” you tease. “Nice aim, Byers.”

“Hey,” he protests, grinning, “I was distracted.”

“By what?” You ask with a giggle, stepping closer to see the book he’s holding.

He starts to answer, then stops short when he realizes how close the two of you are. You notice at the same time, freezing where you stand. The laughter fades, the two of you going quiet.

You’re closer than you thought, close enough to notice the small freckle near his jaw, close enough to feel the way his breathing changes when he realizes it too. Neither of you step back, and it seems like neither of you were willing to, anyway.

For a moment, it’s hard to tell who moves first. All you know is that suddenly his lips are against yours, initially hesitant, like he’s giving you time to pull away if you want to. You don’t, instead you put your hands on his shoulders. The kiss is gentle, the two of you going slowly to figure it out together. His hands come up to your face, and you lean into him without thinking.

When you finally pull back, you’re still smiling, your heart fluttering and your cheeks warm. Jonathan looks stunned, as if he was dreaming this.

“Oh,” he says quietly.

You laugh softly, brushing it off like this was the most natural thing in the world. “Oh.”

Before he can respond, the front door opens, Robin’s voice carrying through the apartment. “We’re back!”

You turn immediately, bright and cheerful, like nothing happened at all. “That was quick! What did you get?”

Jonathan blinks, still trying to catch up, his hand flexing at his side as his mind replayed the kiss over and over again.

Steve freezes just inside the doorway when he notices how close the two of you are standing. His smile falters for a moment before he forces it back into place.

“We, uh—mushrooms,” he says, lifting the box slightly. “And whatever that green thing was you like.”

“Basil!” You say happily, walking over to him and grabbing the box. “You remembered!”

Steve nods, but his eyes flick back to Jonathan without him meaning to. Jonathan steps back, only a small movement, but noticeable enough. Something flashes across his face before he realizes it’s there.

You don’t mention the kiss for the rest of the day. You act like yourself, like nothing happened, talking and laughing with all three of them the way you always do. You ask Robin and Steve about work, and ask Jonathan normal questions that make his head spin because everything suddenly feels different to him.

It confuses Jonathan more than anything else. He keeps waiting for you to mention it, to acknowledge what happened, but you never do. Every time you smile at him, every time you casually pass him something to unpack, his stomach twists. He answers you automatically, still a little dazed, wondering if he imagined the whole thing.

Steve watches from across the room, quiet in a way that’s rare for him. He notices how Jonathan looks at you constantly, like there’s something he wants to say but keeps swallowing back. Steve doesn’t know what happened while he and Robin were gone, and not knowing makes his chest tighten. He keeps replaying the moment Robin dragged him out the door, wishing he had stayed with you instead.

He knows what he feels for you isn’t just some stupid crush. He likes you, loves you, even, and he has for a while now. You have this way of making people feel lighter just by being there, and it’s hard not to fall for someone like that. Being around you feels warm.

And then there’s Jonathan. Steve knows Jonathan feels the same way, even if neither of them ever say it out loud.

Jonathan wants to be the one who takes care of you, the one who makes you feel happy and secure. After the kiss you shared, Jonathan felt hopeful in a way he hadn’t let himself feel before. Now that hope feels fragile, thinking it may disappear if he presses too hard.

So Jonathan decides not to push, at least not today. Not with everyone here, not with the apartment still needing to be unpacked and Steve and Robin sitting right across the room. He tells himself he’ll talk to you later, when it’s just the two of you again. He needs to know what that kiss meant to you, because it meant everything to him.

The competition suddenly stops feeling like a joke to both of them.

The bell over the door chimes softly when you step inside Family Video. Steve looks up first, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, and his face lights up when he sees you.

“Hey,” he says, grinning. “You stalking us now?”

Robin snorts from behind the counter. “Don’t flatter yourself, dingus. She’s here for me.”

You laugh, resting your elbows on the counter. “Obviously. Bold of you to assume I’m here for you, Harrington.”

Steve gasps, clutching his chest. “Wow. I helped you move into a new apartment and this is the thanks I get?”

Robin rolls her eyes. “You remember when you carried that lamp and complained the entire time?”

“That lamp was heavy,” Steve argues.

You and Robin exchange a look before bursting into laughter, and Steve just shakes his head, smiling despite himself. You wanted to visit your friends while they were working, trying to pretend like things have been fine. You’ve been pretending things are normal a lot lately.

You haven’t talked to Jonathan about the kiss. It wasn’t because you didn’t like it, because you did. You think about it more than you probably should, replaying it in your mind when you’re alone. But every time you think about bringing it up, your stomach knots. You don’t want to ruin what you have with him, don’t want to make things awkward or hurt anyone’s feelings. You know Steve and Jonathan have been circling each other for months now, both of them trying in their own ways to get your attention, and you don’t know how to untangle yourself from it without breaking something important.

So you keep smiling and joking, acting like everything is fine.

Robin glances toward the door when it opens again, signaling a customer. “I’ll go deal with it,” she says, already moving to help the person. “Make sure you put up all the tapes while I’m gone.”

“Whatever,” Steve says, then sighs when she disappears down an aisle. “She never trusts me.”

You grin. “For good reason.”

Steve grabs a stack of tapes and nods toward the shelves. “Come on. You can help me put these back.”

“Oh? You just expect me to come and help you without getting paid?” You said, hearing him laugh as he walked away.

“You’re the one who decided to come,” Steve teased, making you scoff. You still followed him anyway, walking between the rows. Steve hands you a few tapes, and you slide them into place while he reaches for the higher shelves.

“This place is dead today,” you say.

“Yeah,” he replies. “Kind of nice, actually. I hate dealing with customers.”

The two of you go quiet and then you realize how close he’s standing. You try not to think about it, about how familiar this all feels, and how easy it is to be around him. Steve glances at you, then away, then back again, like he’s working up the nerve to say something.

“I haven’t seen you around lately,” he says finally.

You shrug, pretending to focus on the tapes. “Work’s been a lot, and I’m still settling into the apartment.”

“Right,” he says, but there’s something else he wants to say before shrugging it off.

You continue to make a joke about his terrible organization system, and he laughs, bumping your shoulder lightly with his. The contact lingers longer than it should. When you look up at him, the teasing fades. It feels familiar in a way that makes your chest ache.

You don’t know who moves first. You just know that suddenly he’s leaning in, and you’re not pulling away. His lips meet yours in a soft and hesitant kiss, checking to see if you’re okay. For a moment, everything is okay. It feels nice but risky all at once.

You pull back first, smiling because that’s what you always do, even though your stomach is twisting. “Steve,” you say softly, not quite sure what you mean to say next.

His eyes are bright and hopeful. “Yeah?”

The weight of it all crashes down on you then. Jonathan’s face flashes through your mind, the way he looked at you after that kiss, the way you never talked about it. The thought of hurting either of them makes your chest feel tight.

“I—I just remembered,” you say quickly, stepping back. “I have to run some errands. I totally forgot.”

Steve frowns slightly. “Now? You just got here.”

“Yeah,” you say, already moving away from him. “I’m sorry. I’ll see you later, okay?”

He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already heading toward the door, waving over your shoulder as the bell chimes again. You keep smiling until you’re outside, until the door closes behind you. Only then does the smile fade.

You lean against your car, exhaling slowly. You feel awful and confused, and most of all, guilty. You care about both of them, maybe more than you’re ready to admit, and you don’t know how to choose without losing something you’re not ready to give up. So you do what you’ve been doing best lately.

You avoid it. You pretend everything is normal. You hope that somehow, things will sort themselves out without you having to break anyone’s heart.

The diner is busy today, which makes it easy to disappear into a booth. You can hear plates clinking somewhere behind the counter, and the smell of fries hangs in the air. You sit across from Robin, poking at your fries while she drinks her soda and watches you with narrowed eyes.

“You’ve been really weird,” she says eventually.

You glance up, raising an eyebrow. “Weird how?”

“Quiet weird,” Robin replies. “You haven’t been your usual sunshiney self. You’ve been staring at that fry ever since we got it and barely ate anything.”

You sigh, finally picking it up and taking a bite just to prove a point. “I’m fine.”

Robin tilts her head, unconvinced. She takes another sip before folding her arms. “You know, I don’t usually push. I’m more of a passive observer, but you’ve been avoiding Steve, and you haven’t been around Jonathan at all since you moved in, and that’s not exactly subtle.”

You hesitate, eyes dropping back to your plate. The words sit heavy in your chest, tangled up and uncomfortable. Robin waits, surprisingly patient.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen,” you say quietly.

Though she’s confused, Robin’s expression softens immediately. “Okay,” she says. “You want to tell me what happened?”

You take a breath. “I kissed Jonathan. And then I also kissed Steve.”

Robin’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh?”

“It wasn’t planned,” you rush on. “With either of them. It just, kind of, happened. And I liked it. I really liked it, Robin.” You pause, swallowing. “And now I don’t know what to do, so I’ve been pretending everything’s normal even though it’s really not.”

Robin lets out a slow breath. “Wow,” she says gently. “Okay. That’s a lot.”

“I feel horrible,” you admit. “They’re my friends. I don’t want to hurt either of them or ruin everything. And I know they’ve been competing in this really stupid, obvious way, and I hate that I’m in the middle of it.” You laugh softly, but it comes out wrong. “I didn’t ask for this.”

Robin nods. “Of course you didn’t.”

You pick at the edge of a napkin. “I keep telling myself I’ll talk to them, but every time I think about it, I panic. What if I say the wrong thing? What if I lose them?” You look up at her, eyes a little glassy. “I think I might be in love with both of them, Robin. And that feels like the worst possible thing to realize. I don’t want to hurt them.”

She’s quiet for a moment, really looking at you. Instead of teasing you or making jokes, she reassures you. “You know you’re not a bad person for that, right?”

You shrug. “It kind of feels like it.”

“It shouldn’t,” she says firmly. “Feelings aren’t a crime. Avoiding them forever might be, though.”

You groan, your head falling into your hands. “I know. I just don’t want to destroy everything. It’s going to ruin the friend group.”

Robin reaches across the table and nudges your hand with hers. “You’re not destroying anything yet. You’re just stuck in a difficult situation. Which, honestly, is very on brand, considering we live in Hawkins.”

That earns a small smile from you.

“Steve’s been a mess,” she adds carefully. “He hasn’t said anything but he’s been grumpier than usual. Jonathan’s been acting weird too, from what I can tell. Neither of them knows what’s going on, and that’s kind of the problem.”

You nod. “I figured.”

“I say that you don’t have to decide anything right now,” Robin continues. “But you probably can’t keep pretending nothing happened. Eventually, someone’s going to ask.”

You sigh, leaning back against the booth. “I was hoping it would just magically fix itself.”

Robin snorts. “When has that ever worked?”

“Never,” you admit.

You stare out the window, watching people walk by, and wonder how something that started so simple got so complicated.

“I just want everyone to be okay,” you say softly.

Robin smiles at you, completely understanding. “You have to start being honest. It’s hard, but if you don’t say anything now, it’s going to get even messier.”

You nod slowly, knowing she’s right, even if it scares you.

You swing the door open and immediately get hit with the familiar smell of pizza and popcorn. The lights are low in the living room, and the TV is paused on the introduction of whatever movie the kids decided would be perfect for movie night.

“Hey!” Steve calls, looking up from where he’s stacking a few DVDs on the counter. “You made it.”

“Of course I made it,” you say, stepping inside and brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Wouldn’t miss movie night for the world.” You grin at him, noticing the faint flicker in his eyes as he watches you.

Robin is already sitting on the couch, her smile growing big. “Ugh, finally!” She exclaims, patting the seat next to her for you to sit. “I was wondering when you’d come.”

You sit down next to Robin, quickly saying hi to the kids before all of you fall into an easy conversation. Behind you, Jonathan is quietly arranging snacks on the counter, but you notice the faint crease of worry between his brows when he glances at you. He’s clearly aware of Steve’s presence, and it makes your chest twist in a way that’s more complicated than it should be.

You pull a throw blanket around your legs, before seeing Steve sitting next to you. You feel him lean slightly towards you, and it makes your heart beat faster. You try to not think about the way his shoulder brushes yours and instead turn to help Jonathan hand out drinks to the kids. The chatter around you is lively, the kids’ energy infectious, but you can’t ignore the familiar tightness in your stomach.

You still haven’t talked to Jonathan about the kiss. You haven’t talked to Steve either. Every time you think about it, your heart beats faster, and a knot forms in your stomach. You like them both. You really like them both. And somehow, even though you enjoyed kissing both of them, even though your feelings for each of them are growing every day, you haven’t said a word. You know you can’t continue avoiding this topic.

The movie starts, and the kids settle in around the room, sprawled across the floor with snacks and pillows. You force yourself to focus on the movie, but you notice the way Steve’s eyes keep flickering to you, and the tension in his posture when Jonathan leans over the table to grab more snacks. Every time their hands brush accidentally as they reach for the same snack, a sudden scenario crosses your mind. You bite back a nervous laugh and shove a handful of popcorn into your mouth, trying not to think of the two men that have consumed your brain.

Jonathan sits on the other side of the couch next to Robin, close enough that you feel his eyes on you. He doesn’t say anything, but his presence presses on you in a way that makes your chest feel full and tight all at once. You know Steve notices the glances Jonathan’s giving you, and somewhere in the back of your mind, the thoughts in your head keep coming.

The movie plays, but you can’t fully focus. Your attention drifts from Steve to Jonathan, back to the kids’ chatter, back to Robin’s commentary, back to their glances, and finally, back to your own racing thoughts. You’re supposed to be the cheerful, bright, and easygoing one, but you’re sitting here with both of them near, feeling both of them watching, and you realize how impossible it is to pretend everything is simple.

When the movie finally ends, the kids groan and start gathering their things. “I’ll ride with Max and Lucas,” Jane says, tossing her jacket over her shoulder. “Dustin, come on!”

“See you guys later!” You call, standing and waving as the smaller group files out the door, the sounds of their bikes fading down the street.

Robin stands as well, brushing off her jeans. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she says. “Don’t do anything too stupid while I’m gone.” She then looks at you, quietly mouthing to you, “Talk to them.”

Steve’s eyes flicker toward you, hopeful and tense all at once. You force a smile, nodding. “Of course.” Once everyone else is gone, you move toward the kitchen. “I should probably help you clean up,” you say casually, though the words feel heavier than usual. “I’ve got nothing else to do tonight, and I don’t mind helping.”

Steve raises an eyebrow but doesn’t argue. “Sure, that works.”

You glance at Jonathan, who is hesitating, looking at the floor, then back at you. “You want to stay, Jonathan?” You ask, trying to keep your voice light. “I mean…if you don’t have anything else going on?”

He blinks, surprised, but nods. “Yeah, I can stay.”

Once the three of you are alone, the house feels different. The clutter from snacks and blankets fills the silence, but the tension between you, Steve, and Jonathan feels scary. Steve starts throwing trash away, and you help him, making sure everything is spotless. He glances at you once, and the way his gaze lingers makes your throat close up.

You hate this triangle. You love both of them, but you have to say something now or else you’ll end up regretting it.

You take a deep breath and finally speak, your voice shaking slightly even though you try to sound calm. “Um…can I talk to both of you?”

Both heads snap up. Steve drops a plate he was about to throw in the sink and Jonathan straightens immediately, his jaw tight. They look at each other before at you, nodding their heads.

You swallow, your hands twisting together. “I—I need to say something. Something I’ve been holding in for too long, and I can’t pretend anymore.”

Steve steps closer, a small spark of defensiveness in his posture. “What is it? Do you need us to beat someone up?” He jokes lightly, but the tension is in his eyes.

Jonathan gives him a pointed look. “Steve, don’t.”

You take a deep breath again, forcing your voice to stay steady. “I kissed both of you.”

The room goes silent for a second, and then Steve blinks. “You—what?”

Jonathan’s mouth opens, then closes. He exhales sharply. “I’m sorry—You kissed both of us?”

“Yes,” you say, voice quieter now, almost a whisper. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to do. I like both of you, more than friends. And I didn’t mean to… I just—”

Steve cuts in, frustration flickering across his face, but it’s aimed entirely at Jonathan. “I knew it! You’ve always been hovering, like she’s only yours or something!” His hands clench at his sides, completely ignoring you.

Jonathan’s jaw tightens, and he steps closer, voice rising. “Hovering? You’re the one who can’t stop acting like she’s yours! I see the way you look at her, Steve. Don’t act like I’m blind.”

You take a small step back, heart racing, unsure whether to intervene. Your hands twist in front of you, and your stomach flutters in a confusing mix of guilt, excitement, and something hotter that makes your cheeks burn. You’d be lying if you said the way they’re arguing over you doesn’t make your pulse quicken, even as a pang of worry hits your chest.

Steve throws up his hands, pacing a little. “Oh, come on, Jonathan! This isn’t a competition!”

Jonathan frowns, stepping toward Steve so the space between them shrinks to barely a foot. “Doesn’t feel that way, does it? You’re acting like everything’s about you!”

You bite your lip, feeling the tension coil tighter in your stomach. While you’ve been avoiding the two, you’ve imagined certain things that involve both of them. But guilt slams into your chest as soon as the thought enters your mind. Kissing both of them, imagining more, it feels like you’re walking a tightrope over a pit of fire.

You raise your voice, finally stepping between them. “Stop! Both of you!”

They freeze immediately, glancing at you like they’re suddenly aware of your presence beyond the invisible cord of tension that’s been wrapped around them. You take a deep breath, trying to make your words steady even though your chest feels like it’s about to burst.

“I’m not going to stand here and watch you fight over me,” you say, cheeks warm and hands trembling slightly. “I kissed both of you. And I like both of you. And I don’t know what to do. I…I hate this—this stupid triangle, this…I just—”

They’re quiet now, staring at you, the argument evaporating under the weight of your confession. You can feel as though their emotions are buzzing in the air, but they don’t say anything.

“I…I don’t want to hurt either of you,” you continue, your voice trembling. “I can’t just pretend everything’s normal anymore, and I don’t know what to do. I just—I don’t want anyone to feel like I’m playing games or leading them on.”

Steve swallows, running a hand through his hair. “You…you actually like both of us?” He asked, as if he didn’t hear you the first time you said it before they started arguing.

Jonathan’s voice is quiet now. “You’re serious?”

You nod, taking another shaky breath. “Yeah. I didn’t mean for it to happen like this. I don’t know how to stop feeling this way. I guess I’ve felt like this for a while now.”

The three of you stood there, and the room suddenly felt too heavy. Steve’s jaw is tight, his hands fidgeting at his sides. Jonathan’s arms are crossed, but his posture has changed, like he’s teetering between restraint and wanting to close the distance. You’re scared of what they may say.

You feel your pulse spike again. They’re fighting for you, in a way, and it’s confusing, but undeniably hot.

You step closer, forcing your hands together. “Look…I know this is all complicated but I had to tell you. I can’t pretend anymore.”

You swallow hard, heartbeat pounding in your ears, and before you can overthink it, the words slip out, almost without you realizing it.

“This may sound weird but…I’ve thought about—about being with both of you. At the same time.”

Both of them freeze, eyes locking on you in disbelief. Steve blinks, jaw dropping slightly, while Jonathan’s brows pull together, his lips parting as if he’s trying to speak, but no words come out.

You feel heat rushing to your cheeks and hate yourself a little for saying it out loud, but at the same time, your pulse races with the thought of it. If this ends your friendship, you can’t say that you didn’t try. “I…I know it’s crazy. I’ve imagined it. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. And I—” You bite your lip, nerves twisting your stomach, “I want it. I want you both. I just can’t stop wondering what it would be like to have both of you, especially since I don’t want to choose.”

Steve takes a slow step closer, eyes dark and unreadable, then he glances at Jonathan. There’s something unspoken passing between them, a mix of shock and desire. Jonathan shifts too, uncrossing his arms, the tension radiating off him like heat.

“You’re not joking?” Jonathan asks finally, voice still a bit cautious but curious.

You nod, heart hammering. “I’m serious. I’ve wanted it for a while. I didn’t know how to tell you. I just didn’t want to ruin anything between us.”

Steve exhales, a low sound, and his lips curl into a small, teasing grin, though his eyes are serious. “Well, that’s a lot to process, but…” He steps closer to you, brushing a hand along your arm, sending shivers down your spine. “I can’t say I didn’t think about it either.”

Jonathan’s gaze drops to your lips for a second, then back to your eyes. “Me neither,” he admits quietly. “Honestly, I’ve imagined it too. I just didn’t think—” He stops, running a hand through his hair, conflicted but still eager.

The three of you stand there for a moment, before you take another step forward, closing the small gap between all three of you. Your hands hover between Steve and Jonathan, brushing each of them lightly, almost testing the waters.

“Are you both okay with this?” You whisper, heart hammering in your chest. “I mean, if we do this, I want it to be with you both. I’m not going to choose between you, and I don’t want anyone to feel left out or weird.”

Steve smirks, but it’s soft and teasing. “I think we’re past feeling weird, don’t you think?”

Jonathan exhales, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, I think so. If you want this, then I want it too.”

Your chest tightens, nerves surging together. You step closer, feeling the heat of their presence, the unspoken hunger lingering in the room. You swallow again, cheeks burning. “Then I guess we’ll just see where this goes.”

Steve glances at Jonathan, then back at you, and without another word, he leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips. You gasp softly, heat rushing through you, your hands finding his shoulders as he tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss. The taste of him, the warmth of his body pressed close, makes your heart hammer in your chest.

Before you can catch your breath, Jonathan leans in, lips brushing the side of your neck, hesitant at first but pressing a soft kiss that makes a shiver run down your spine. You tilt your head, giving him room, and your hands instinctively move to rest on his chest. You’re caught between them, breathless, feeling both their closeness and the thrill of being wanted by them at the same time.

Steve pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you, eyes dark. “Are you okay?” He asks, voice low, rough with need.

You nod, cheeks flushed. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

You tilt your head, letting Jonathan’s lips explore your jawline while Steve’s lips press more firmly to yours, and your fingers thread through their hair almost instinctively. Your breath catches, heat rushing through your body.

Then, a mischievous thought flashes through your mind, a wicked little impulse you can’t resist. Slowly, carefully, you lift your hands just enough to cradle the backs of their heads, guiding them toward each other. Steve and Jonathan, completely lost in you, don’t notice at first.

You watch, heart racing, as their lips slowly meet. At first it was tentative, brushing softly against one another, then slowly more confidently as they realized what’s happening. Their eyes flutter open, both glancing at you, shock and a hint of amusement and desire mingling in their expressions.

You step back, giving them space, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. “Don’t stop,” you murmur, your voice quiet.

They blink at each other, slightly dumbfounded, then Steve grins, almost breathless. “Wow…okay. That was…” He trails off, shaking his head, still flushed.

Jonathan exhales, a small, incredulous laugh escaping him. “Yeah…”

For a second, they hesitate, but then Steve’s lips press against Jonathan’s. The latter responds, lips pressing more firmly, and your chest tightens as excitement coils in your stomach. You feel heat flooding through you, your breath catching.

Watching them kiss each other, feeling their closeness to you, your fingers in their hair, it makes your pulse spike even more. You hadn’t realized how close they still were to you until Steve’s hand brushes your hip and Jonathan’s shoulder bumps lightly into your arm. The three of you are still tangled together.

Steve pulls back first, breath a little uneven, eyes flicking from Jonathan to you. His lips curve into a nervous smile as he rubs the back of his neck. “Okay,” he says quietly. “So…not gonna lie, standing here kind of feels weird.”

You let out a soft laugh, more to steady yourself than anything else. Your heart is still racing, the adrenaline buzzing under your skin. “Yeah. I was thinking the same thing.”

“Yeah,” Jonathan nods, cheeks flushed, hair slightly mussed from your hands earlier. He looks at you, then at Steve, waiting for one of you to make the next move.

Steve clears his throat and glances down the hallway. “We could go to my room,” he says, gesturing vaguely. “Just…somewhere not in the middle of the house.”

Neither you nor Jonathan argue.

The walk down the hallway feels surreal, as if this entire thing was a dream. Steve goes first, glancing back once to make sure you’re following. Jonathan stays close to your side, his arm brushing yours every few steps. Steve opens the door and steps aside, suddenly shy. You walk in first, taking in the room. You barely have time to turn around before Steve’s hand closes gently around your arm, pulling you back toward him.

He kisses you hard. You make a soft sound against his lips, fingers instinctively curling into his shirt as he leans into you. It feels different from before, heavier somehow.

Jonathan hesitates only for a second before stepping closer. His hand brushes your back and when Steve pulls away just enough to breathe, Jonathan leans in, pressing a softer kiss to your lips.

Your shirt comes off first, discarded to the floor. Steve unhooks your bra while Jonathan kneels to slide your jeans down your legs, his breath hot against your thighs. You step out of them, standing in just your panties, heart racing as their eyes devour you.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Jonathan says, voice husky, as he stands and pulls you toward the bed.

Steve follows, shedding his own shirt to reveal his toned chest. “Our girl,” he adds, the possessiveness in his tone sending a thrill through you.

They guide you onto the mattress, Jonathan settling behind you while Steve kneels in front. Jonathan’s hands cup your breasts from behind, thumbs circling your nipples until they harden into peaks. You arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping as Steve leans down to capture one nipple in his mouth. He sucks gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

“Steve…” you gasp, threading your fingers through his hair.

Jonathan’s lips find your ear, nipping the lobe. “Tell us what you want,” he whispers, one hand sliding down your stomach to tease the edge of your panties.

“Both of you,” you reply, voice trembling with need. “Touch me, please.”

Steve switches to your other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while his hand joins Jonathan’s between your legs. They work together, fingers brushing over the damp fabric of your panties. Jonathan slips his hand inside first, parting your folds to stroke your clit in slow circles. The sensation makes you buck your hips, and Steve chuckles against your skin before pushing your panties aside to join in.

Two sets of fingers now explore you. Jonathan’s precise, rubbing firm patterns on your clit, while Steve dips lower, sliding one finger into your wetness. You clench around him, the stretch delicious, and he adds a second finger, pumping slowly.

“So wet already,” Steve groans, his free hand palming the bulge in his jeans.

Jonathan kisses your shoulder, his erection pressing against your back. “She loves this.”

You nod, lost in the building pleasure. Their fingers move in tandem, Steve thrusting inside you while Jonathan pinches and rolls your clit. The dual assault has you writhing, moans spilling freely. “Fuck…”

Steve withdraws his fingers, bringing them to your lips. “Taste yourself.”

You suck them clean, the taste of your own arousal making you hot. He grins, then stands to strip off his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening.

Jonathan shifts, helping you lie back fully. He removes your panties, tossing them aside, and spreads your legs wide. Steve climbs between them, rubbing his cock along your slit, coating himself in your juices. “Are you still sure about this?” He asks, eyes locked on yours.

“Yes,” you whimper, glancing at Jonathan, who kneels beside you, stroking himself through his pants.

Steve pushes in slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely. The stretch burns so good, and you cry out, nails digging into his arms. He bottoms out, pausing to let you adjust, then starts thrusting in deep strokes that hit just right.

Jonathan watches, his hand now inside his jeans, pumping his own length. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he mutters, leaning down to kiss you deeply as Steve fucks you.

The rhythm builds, Steve’s hips snapping faster, his balls slapping against you with each plunge. You break the kiss to look at Jonathan. “Jonathan…touch me.”

He obliges, fingers returning to your clit, rubbing in time with Steve’s thrusts. The added friction pushes you closer to the edge, your walls fluttering around Steve's cock.

“Come for him,” Jonathan urges, his voice rough.

Steve grunts, pounding harder. “Yeah, baby, let go for me.”

It hits you like a wave, your orgasm crashing through, pussy clenching rhythmically as you scream their names. Steve follows soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a guttural groan, hot spurts coating your insides.

He pulls out slowly, his cum leaking from your cunt, and Jonathan is there immediately, flipping you onto your hands and knees. “My turn,” he says, voice low and needy.

Steve moves to your front, cupping your face for a messy kiss as Jonathan lines up behind you. You hadn’t even noticed he took off his clothes until now. His cock nudges your entrance, slick with the mix of your release and Steve’s cum. He slides in easily, groaning at the warmth enveloping him.

“So tight,” Jonathan breathes, hands gripping your hips as he starts to move.

You push back against him, meeting each thrust, while Steve’s fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your mouth to his cock. “Clean me up, sweetheart,” he says, and you do, licking the remnants of your combined fluids from his softening length. It hardens again under your tongue as you suck him, bobbing your head.

Jonathan’s pace quickens, his hips slamming into your ass, the sound wet and obscene. One hand reaches around to fondle your breast, pinching the nipple, while the other spanks your ass lightly, the sting making you moan.

Steve moans above you, thrusting shallowly into your mouth. “Good girl! Just like that, fuck.”

The fullness you feel, from Jonathan’s cock stretching your pussy, to Steve filling your mouth, it all overwhelms you. Jonathan angles his hips, hitting that spot inside that makes stars burst behind your eyes. You hum around Steve, the vibration drawing a curse from him.

“I’m close,” Jonathan warns, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Me too,” Steve pants, holding your head steady as he fucks your mouth deeper.

You come again first, the orgasm ripping through you from Jonathan’s relentless pounding, your body shaking as you swallow around Steve. He comes down your throat with a groan, and you gulp it down, not spilling a drop.

Jonathan thrusts a few more times before releasing ropes of his seed into you, the cum hot and sticky, mixing with your and Steve’s releases.

Panting, the three of you collapse together. Steve pulls you into his chest, while Jonathan curls behind you, his arm draped over your waist. Their hands stroke lazily over your body, all of you catching your breath.

Your limbs feel loose, like you might melt straight into the mattress if you let yourself. Steve is the first to move, rolling onto his back with a long exhale, forearm thrown over his eyes.

“Did that really just happen?” He murmurs.

Jonathan lets out a breathy laugh from behind you, still curled close, his chest warm against your back. “Yeah,” he says softly. “I think it did. It felt too real to be just a dream.”

Steve peeks over his arm, eyes flicking between the two of you. His mouth twists into disbelief and awe. “We—” He stops himself, shaking his head. “We kissed. Like, actually kissed?”

Jonathan goes quiet for a moment. You can feel him thinking, the way his hand absentmindedly traces slow circles at your side. “Yeah,” he says again, more thoughtful this time. “And I guess I didn’t totally hate it.”

Steve huffs out a small laugh. “No. Me neither, surprisingly.”

You smile lazily, eyes already slipping closed. “Good,” you mumble, voice sleepy and content. “I’d hate for that to be awkward.”

Both of them glance down at you.

Steve’s expression softens instantly. He reaches out, brushing hair back from your face gently. “You okay?” He asks quietly.

“Mhm,” you hum. “Just tired.”

Jonathan presses a light kiss to your bare shoulder. “Let’s get you comfortable.”

They move carefully after that, afraid of breaking the moment. Steve disappears briefly and comes back with water, helping you sip while Jonathan drapes a blanket over you. There’s quiet laughter when Steve fumbles with it, tugging the wrong corner.

“Okay, okay, I’ve got it,” Jonathan mutters, fixing it with a fond look that doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve.

Steve grabs a warm cloth and gently cleans you up, all soft touches and murmured apologies whenever he thinks he’s being clumsy. Jonathan stays close, one hand always on you, thumb brushing slow reassurance into your skin.

“There,” Steve says finally, quieter now. “Better.”

You nod faintly, already falling asleep, curling instinctively toward the warmth between them. “You guys are really sweet,” you whisper, before letting out a yawn.

Jonathan smiles, brushing a kiss into your hair. “Get some sleep.”

Steve settles in on your other side, hesitating only a second before wrapping an arm around you, not wanting to disturb you. The mattress dips as they both relax, the earlier disbelief fading into something calmer.

As you drift off, you hear Steve whisper to Jonathan. “Guess we’ll…talk about that tomorrow.”

Jonathan chuckles softly. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

Their arms tighten around you just a little, and you fall asleep smiling, cocooned between the two men that always made you feel safe.

The next morning, you wake up in layers of warmth. The sheets are tangled around your legs, the blanket heavy over your middle, and there are arms on both sides of you. Steve’s arm is slung low around your hips, while Jonathan is curled closer behind you, his arm over your stomach. You can feel his chest rising steadily against your back. For a second, you just lie there, blinking up at the ceiling, letting the reality settle.

Oh.

You shift slightly, trying to get comfortable, and Steve stirs almost immediately. He groans quietly, rubbing a hand over his face as he wakes up.

“Please tell me this isn’t one of those dreams where everything feels real and then I wake up alone and miserable,” he mutters, voice thick with sleep.

You smile without meaning to. “Pretty sure it’s real.”

He opens one eye, then the other, looking down at you to make sure he’s not hallucinating. His mouth curves into something like disbelief. “Wow,” he says, exhaling slowly. “Okay. Good. This is real..”

Behind you, Jonathan shifts as well, pressing his face briefly into your shoulder before lifting his head. His hair is a mess, his expression still sleepy, but his eyes are clear when they meet yours.

“Morning,” he says quietly.

“Morning,” you reply, your voice still drowsy.

For a moment, no one moves. The three of you just exist there, tangled together, the weight of last night hovering in the air without pressing down too hard yet. It feels fragile in a strange way, like if someone says the wrong thing, it might all shatter. Steve is the one who breaks the silence.

“So,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck. “We should probably talk about…all of this.”

Jonathan lets out a soft huff of laughter. “Yeah. We probably should.”

You shift carefully, propping yourself up on one elbow so you can look at both of them. “You don’t have to do it right this second,” you say, even though part of you knows it is coming no matter what. “I just woke up.”

Steve snorts. “Fair. But if we wait too long, I’m going to overthink it into something way worse than it actually is.”

Jonathan nods in agreement. “Same.”

Steve glances at him, then raises an eyebrow. “Oh, really? I thought that was just my thing.”

Jonathan’s lips twitch. “You’d be surprised.”

That earns a quiet laugh from you, the tension easing just a little. You pull the blanket up around yourself, suddenly aware of how exposed you feel in more ways than one.

Jonathan reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear softly. “Hey,” he says, softer now. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you say honestly. “I just didn’t know how this part was going to feel. My fantasies never really got to this part.”

“Fantasies?” Steve teased, his hand tightening slightly at your waist. “But, yeah. I get what you mean.”

There is another pause, but this one feels less sharp. Steve sits up against the headboard, stretching with a quiet groan, and Jonathan follows suit, shifting so you are no longer wedged between them but still close enough to feel their warmth.

Steve glances between you and Jonathan, then sighs. “Okay. I’m just going to say it before it eats me alive. I did not expect any of this to happen, but I also can’t pretend I didn’t want it.”

Jonathan looks at him steadily. “I was going to say the same thing.”

Steve’s eyes flicker. “I’m not saying it wasn’t weird, because it was. But it was also…” He trails off, searching for the word, then shakes his head. “Not bad?”

Jonathan lets out a breath, leaning back on his hands. “Yeah. Not bad. That’s one way to put it.”

You watch them, heart pounding, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Are you mad?” You ask quietly. “That I kissed you both?”

Both of them turn to you at once.

“No,” Jonathan says immediately, quickly shaking his head. “No, I’m not mad.”

Steve shakes his head too. “Not even a little.”

Jonathan’s gaze softens. “I was scared I would be,” he admits. “I thought I might wake up feeling angry or jealous or…something like that. But mostly I just feel confused and kind of protective?”

Steve snorts. “Yeah, that tracks.”

Jonathan shoots him a look. “What?”

“I meant that you look like you’re willing to punch someone who looks at her the wrong way,” Steve says dryly. “I would know. I feel the same way.”

You laugh under your breath, even as warmth spreads through your chest. “You both already do that.”

Steve grins. “Can you blame us?”

Jonathan shifts closer to you again, his shoulder brushing yours. “We’re going to have to figure out what this means,” he says carefully. “Because pretending it didn’t happen isn’t an option.”

Steve nods. “And neither is pretending we don’t care about each other.” He pauses, looking at both of you. “All three of us.”

You take a minute to go over their words, your heart beating fast.

You take a slow breath. “I don’t want to lose either of you,” you admit. “I’ve been so scared of that since the beginning. If you guys want me to choose, I won’t be able to, but I’m scared of losing you both.”

Jonathan’s jaw tightens, not with anger but with a protectiveness. “You’re not losing me.”

Steve’s voice is firm. “Yeah. You’re not losing me, either.”

Jonathan glances at Steve, then sighs. “This is the part where we probably argue a little, isn’t it?”

Steve lets out a quiet laugh. “Oh, absolutely.”

Jonathan raises an eyebrow. “You still annoy me.”

Steve smirks. “You still judge me.”

“Right,” Jonathan says, gesturing vaguely between the three of you. “Yet, this still happened.”

You watch them, affection bubbling up despite the nerves. “You can argue,” you say softly. “But not like how you used to. Try to be nice to each other. Please?”

Steve’s expression softens as he looks at you. “We’ll try.”

Jonathan nods, letting out a small chuckle. “Yeah, we’ll try.”

A little while later, Steve comes back with a clean shirt for you, moving around the room easily. Jonathan hovers nearby, handing things over, straightening the sheets, making sure you are comfortable without smothering you.

“Drink some water,” Steve says, holding the glass out to you.

You do, then yawn, exhaustion finally catching up. “I think I might fall asleep again.”

Jonathan smiles, brushing his thumb along your arm. “Go ahead.”

Steve settles back down beside you, carefully pulling the blanket over you again. “We’ll still be here when you wake up.”

You curl in between them, your eyes fluttering closed, the noise of the world fading. You drift off smiling.

They don’t talk right away.

You’re asleep between them now, breathing slow and even, your face turned toward the wall. Steve lies there staring at the ceiling, hands folded awkwardly over his stomach. Jonathan is on his side, facing you, his arm still loosely around your waist. He watches the steady rise and fall of your chest for a long time, until Steve exhales softly beside him.

“She out?” Steve murmurs.

Jonathan nods. “Yeah. I think so.”

Steve shifts carefully, easing himself out from under the blankets so he doesn’t wake you. Jonathan follows a moment later, slower and more reluctant, hating the idea of moving away from you even for a second. They step quietly into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind them.

The house feels different when you’re asleep. It felt too quiet and empty.

Jonathan leans back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms. Steve grabs two glasses from the cabinet and fills them with water, handing one over without asking. Jonathan takes it, nodding his thanks, and drinks.

They stand there for a second, both avoiding eye contact.

“So,” Steve says finally, because someone has to. “That happened.”

Jonathan lets out a dry huff. “Yeah. That definitely happened. We said that already.”

Steve glances at him, something like a crooked smile tugging at his mouth. “You okay?”

Jonathan considers the question honestly. “I think so. Still processing, but yeah. I’m okay.”

Steve nods, then frowns slightly. “You don’t look okay.”

Jonathan raises an eyebrow. “You don’t either.”

Steve exhales, running a hand through his hair. “Fair.”

The two of them go quiet again, but the silence is really awkward this time.

Jonathan sets his glass down and turns fully toward Steve. “I need to say something, and I don’t want you interrupting me.”

Steve straightens. “Okay.”

“I’ve liked her for a long time,” Jonathan says, voice steady. “Longer than I wanted to admit. And I know you have too. I’ve known that for a while.”

Steve doesn’t argue. He just nods once. “Yeah.”

Jonathan’s jaw tightens slightly. “What I didn’t expect was…this. Or how much I wouldn’t hate you for being part of it.”

Steve snorts quietly. “Wow. High praise.”

Jonathan shoots him a look, but there is no real bite behind it. “You know what I mean.”

Steve sighs, leaning back against the counter. “I kept thinking I’d get jealous. Like, really jealous. The kind that makes me stupid and angry whenever you’re around her. And yeah, I won’t lie, there were moments where it burned. But last night…” He trails off, then shakes his head. “I don’t know. Seeing her happy like that did something to me.”

Jonathan nods slowly. “Me too.”

Steve studies him for a second. “You didn’t seem shy about it.”

Jonathan huffs out a short laugh. “I get tired of people thinking that’s all I am.”

Steve smiles despite himself. “I noticed.”

Jonathan meets his gaze, serious again. “I meant what I said earlier. I’m protective of her, but I’m not trying to compete with you. At least, not anymore.”

Steve’s shoulders relax a fraction. “Great. I’m not trying to win her over either.”

Jonathan tilts his head. “You sure? You don’t exactly do subtle.”

Steve scoffs. “You think I haven’t noticed how she looks at you?”

Jonathan’s expression softens. “You think I haven’t noticed how she lights up around you?”

They both fall quiet, the truth hanging between them.

Steve taps his fingers against the counter. “I care about her,” he says quietly. “Like, really care. Not in the usual way I care about my friends.”

Jonathan nods. “I do too.”

Steve hesitates, then adds another comment. “And I don’t want to screw this up. With her. Or with you.”

Jonathan exhales slowly. “Neither do I.”

There is a second of silence, then Jonathan chuckles under his breath. “So, are we like, all dating?”

Steve laughs softly. “Yeah. I would assume we are. Kissing you wasn’t the worst thing I’ve done.”

“Uh, thanks?” Jonathan says, before letting out a chuckle. He glances down the hallway toward the stairs, then back at Steve. “You know, we’re going to have to communicate. Like, actually communicate.”

Steve groans. “I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.”

Jonathan smirks. “Too bad.”

Steve shakes his head, smiling despite himself. “Fucking hell, you’re annoying.”

Jonathan shrugs. “You’re too loud.”

“Fuck off,” Steve laughs, rolling his eyes. His smile falters then, his face more serious now. “But really, if there had to be another guy in this relationship…I’m glad it’s you.”

Jonathan blinks, clearly caught off guard. “Yeah?”

Steve nods. “Yeah.”

They stand there for a moment longer, no longer really enemies, but something new and unfamiliar.

It’s been a few months since the three of you started dating.

Steve and Jonathan are arguing when you walk in.

It didn’t sound like the serious kind. Steve has one hand braced on the counter, gesturing wildly with the other. Jonathan stands across from him, arms crossed, brows drawn together in a stubborn way that means he is absolutely not backing down.

“Come on, Byers,” Steve insists. “You don’t stack the plates like that. They’re going to fall.”

“They’re fine,” Jonathan replies. “They’re literally not moving.”

“They’re leaning.”

“They are not leaning.”

You drop your keys into the bowl by the door and stand there, watching them with a fond smile you do not bother to hide.

“Hi,” you say sweetly.

Neither of them hears you.

Steve scoffs. “You always do this. You act like I’m exaggerating and then—”

“And then nothing happens,” Jonathan cuts in. “Because you are exaggerating.”

You clear your throat loudly. They both turn at the same time.

The second they see you, the argument dies instantly. Steve’s mouth snaps shut and Jonathan’s shoulders relax. Their expressions soften instantly.

Steve exhales, a crooked smile forming. “Hey.”

Jonathan mirrors it warmly. “Hey.”

You walk toward them, eyes flicking between the two of them. “So,” you say lightly. “Are we fighting over dishes again or is this a new category?”

Steve groans. “He started it.”

Jonathan rolls his eyes. “I absolutely did not.”

You step between them before it can escalate again, pressing a hand to Steve’s chest first, then Jonathan’s, feeling the steady warmth under your palms. “I don’t care,” you say simply. “Because I missed you both.”

That does it.

Steve’s hands come up immediately, settling at your waist. Jonathan steps closer without thinking, his fingers brushing your arm. The space between the three of you closes naturally, like it always does now.

You tilt your head up and kiss Steve first. His mouth is warm and familiar, his hand tightening slightly at your side as he leans into you, smiling into the kiss, still finding it hard to believe that this is real even now. You pull back just enough to catch your breath, and then you turn and kiss Jonathan.

Jonathan’s kiss is different. It’s deeper and slower. His hand slides to the back of your neck, thumb brushing your skin. He exhales softly against your mouth, releasing all the tension in his body.

When you pull away, you don’t move back. Instead, you reach up and cup both of their faces, your thumbs brushing over familiar features. You lean in again, pressing a kiss to Steve’s mouth, then Jonathan’s, then back again, until their focus is no longer on each other or the argument or the kitchen. It is only on you.

Steve’s hands stay at your waist, but the grip loosens, turning absentminded. Jonathan shifts his weight, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him at your side. Neither of them move away.

Steve is the one who breaks the silence, exhaling through his nose and glancing back toward the counter. “I still think the plates were going to fall.”

Jonathan lets out a soft scoff. “They were not.”

“They were leaning,” Steve insists, voice calmer now, less sharp than before. “You just don’t notice stuff like that.”

Jonathan tilts his head slightly, studying Steve in a way that suggests he absolutely does notice things, just not the ones Steve thinks he should. “I notice plenty. You just panic about things that don’t matter.”

Steve turns fully toward him. “They matter if I’m the one who has to clean them up.”

Jonathan’s brows lift. “You were the one who stacked them like that first.”

Steve opens his mouth, then pauses, eyes flicking to you and then back to Jonathan. “Okay, but you could’ve said something.”

“I did,” Jonathan replies. “You ignored me.”

Steve shakes his head. “You mumble.”

“I do not mumble.”

You press your lips together to keep from smiling, shifting slightly so your shoulder brushes Jonathan’s arm. “You kind of do,” you say gently.

Jonathan looks down at you, offended. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am,” you reply, still smiling. “But you definitely mumble.”

Steve lets out a quiet laugh at that, ducking his head. “See? Vindicated.”

Jonathan rolls his eyes, but there’s no heat in it now. “Great. I’m surrounded.”

You lean back just enough to look at both of them, your hands still resting where you left them. “Aw, cheer up, Jon,” you say.

Steve laughs, repeating what you said. “Yeah, cheer up, Jon.”

Jonathan rolls his eyes at Steve. “Shut up. It’s only cute when she says it.”

You glance between them, then shake your head. “I’m not getting involved in kitchen politics.”

Steve smiles at that, fingers tightening at your waist. “Smart.”

Jonathan studies the way Steve’s hand rests on you, then the way your body leans easily into both of them. His voice softens when he speaks again. Jonathan shifts closer, close enough now that his shoulder presses fully into yours. “Next time,” he says, glancing at Steve, “I’ll let the plates fall.”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “You absolutely will not.”

Jonathan shrugs. “Guess we’ll find out.”

Steve scoffs. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

Jonathan’s lips curve slightly. “If I’m such a pain in the ass, why don’t you just walk away?”

Steve lets out a sharp breath, feigning annoyance. “Because for some reason, I thought falling in love with you was a smart decision, and now you’re really testing that theory.”

You watch the exchange quietly, your heart full. You lean forward and press a quick kiss to Jonathan’s cheek, then turn and do the same to Steve. Both of them only blush in response.

Steve clears his throat. “Okay,” he says, voice a little rougher than before. “If you’re going to do that, I’m calling a truce.”

Jonathan glances at you, then back at Steve. “For now.”

“For now,” Steve sighs.

“Come on,” you murmur. “Let’s go sit down before you two find something else to argue about.”

They both laugh, and they follow you without question. You smile to yourself, realizing that what once felt confusing finally makes sense, and that you are exactly where you belong.

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director's cut ⁠♡ stonathan x reader

pairing: steve harrington x reader x jonathan byers ٠࣪⭑ wc: 5.2k

summary: rooftop afterparty turns filthy when jonathan byers and steve harrington set their sights on you. one thing leads to another and you end up at their shared apartment, caught between them for a hot, messy night. tags/warnings: 18+ ! MDNI ! smut, fem!reader, stonathan x reader, mmf threesome, polyamory, bisexual male characters, explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, car fingering, public teasing, elevator makeout, creampie, unprotected sex, cum play, male/male kissing, male/male handjobs, alcohol use, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, aftercare, established jonathan/steve friendship, sexual tension, friends to lovers, one night stand, consensual sex, fluffy smut author's note: helloooo everyone !!!! been working on this fic for weeks and here it is :) it`s like the freakiest thing i've ever written but i've been yearning for these two since forever ... this fic is dedicated to my wife @djopuppy <3 enjoy !!!! ao3

The city lights of New York City glitter like scattered diamonds against the night sky as you step out of a sleek black car. The premiere of Echoes in the Static still hums under your skin, an indie psychological thriller that left the festival crowd buzzing long after the credits rolled. You can still feel it in your bones: the flicker of the projector, the collective silence during the final hallway sequence, the way people sat frozen for half a second before applauding like they’d just woken up from a nightmare.

Your nightmare. Your film. Well, not technically yours. But your fingerprints are all over it. Every shadow, every ugly little pocket of darkness swallowing the corners of the frame. Every trembling light source. Every suffocating close-up. You spent months bleeding yourself dry over that cinematography, sleeping on editing room couches and living off cold brew and cigarettes while arguing with colorists at three in the morning.

And now your name sits there in the credits forever.

Tonight’s afterparty feels dangerous in the way success always does. Like if you let yourself enjoy it too much, something will come along and snatch it away.

The rooftop pulses with low conversation and expensive perfume. Jazz spills from a trio tucked near the far railing, all slow saxophone and lazy piano keys. String lights sway overhead in the warm spring wind, washing everyone gold and amber and beautiful enough to belong in movies themselves. Actors cluster near the bar pretending not to check whether photographers are catching their good angles. Producers laugh too loudly. Somebody from Variety is flirting with a costume designer beside a heater lamp.

You’re halfway through a glass of champagne when you spot him.

Jonathan Byers.

He’s standing near the elevator doors with his hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets, like he already regrets coming but is trying not to show it. Taller than you remember. Leaner, somehow. His hair’s longer now, curling slightly at the ends like he’s been too busy to cut it properly. Black button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. Rings on his fingers you don’t remember him wearing before.

And Christ, he’s beautiful. Not in the polished Hollywood way everyone else here is beautiful. Jonathan looks real. Sharp edges and tired eyes and quiet intensity. The kind of man who notices things nobody else does. His eyes find yours across the terrace and immediately soften.

There it is. That shy little smile. You feel it low in your stomach before he’s even crossed the room.

“Hey,” he says once he reaches you, voice warm beneath the noise of the party. His gaze flickers over you like he’s trying not to stare and failing a little anyway. “Congratulations.”

You smile automatically, fingers tightening slightly around your champagne flute. “Thanks.”

“No, seriously.” He exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head once. “The cinematography was insane. The hallway shots? Jesus. It felt like the walls were alive.”

You grin despite yourself. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”

“Yeah, well.” His gaze drifts over your face for half a second too long before he drags it away. “You nailed it.”

The compliment lands harder than it should. Maybe because Jonathan doesn’t bullshit people. Every word out of his mouth always sounds carefully chosen, like he means it or he wouldn’t say it at all.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” you say, leaning one shoulder against the railing.

“Friend of a friend on lighting crew.” He rubs the back of his neck, visibly nervous now that the attention’s shifted onto him. “I wanted to see the final cut.”

“You liked it?”

“I think I’m gonna be thinking about it for weeks.”

Your laugh comes easier after that.

Conversation slips into place almost immediately, smooth and familiar. You talk lenses and lighting ratios and impossible shooting schedules. Jonathan tells you about a recent freelance photography gig shooting album covers for some post-punk band whose lead singer nearly set a couch on fire mid-shoot.

You tell him about the disaster of filming a subway sequence at four in the morning while the director had a nervous breakdown over continuity. Jonathan laughs quietly at that, eyes crinkling. God, his eyes. You notice the way they linger on your mouth when you talk. The way his fingers brush yours when he hands you a napkin. The way his voice lowers every time the conversation drifts away from work and toward something more personal.

“You look…” He pauses briefly, jaw tightening like he’s annoyed at himself for saying it out loud. “Really good tonight.”

Heat blooms through you instantly. “You clean up alright too, Jonathan.”

His ears go pink immediately. Cute. Dangerously cute.

“I’m gonna grab us another round,” he says eventually, lifting your empty champagne flute from your hand. His fingers linger for a second longer than necessary before he steps back. “Don’t disappear on me.”

“No promises.”

Jonathan gives you one last look before weaving toward the bar through the crowd.

And that’s when you notice him.

Steve Harrington.

He’s leaning against the polished bar like he owns the damn rooftop. Whiskey glass loose in one hand. Charcoal suit jacket pushed open. Tie abandoned entirely. Broad shoulders. Expensive watch. Stupidly perfect hair somehow surviving the wind. The kind of handsome that should honestly piss you off.

And the worst part? You know immediately that this is Steve. Not because you’ve met him before. You haven’t. But because Jonathan talks about him constantly.

Not in an obvious way. Jonathan would probably rather die than admit how often Steve’s name comes up in conversation. But over months of late-night phone calls and half-distracted conversations in editing suites and smoking outside bars after gigs, Steve Harrington has slowly become this weird recurring character in your life.

Steve said this. Steve did that. Steve burnt pasta again. Steve drove five hours to help him move apartments. Steve once started making dinner without asking, then left Jonathan a plate on the counter and didn’t mention it again.

Sometimes Jonathan talks about Steve like he’s infuriating. Sometimes like he’s family. Sometimes with this strange softness in his voice that always made you curious. And now here he is. Real.

Apparently it pisses Jonathan off that Steve exists tonight too, because the second Jonathan reaches the bar, Steve says something that makes Jonathan scowl immediately.

You can’t hear them from here, but their body language says enough. Steve’s grinning like an asshole. Jonathan’s glaring like he wants to throw him off the roof.

Interesting.

Steve notices you watching before Jonathan does. His eyes lock onto yours. And fuck. There’s something openly hungry in the way he looks at you. Not subtle. Not polite. Just immediate interest. Like he already knows exactly who you are.

Jonathan follows Steve’s gaze and catches you staring. He mutters something under his breath that makes Steve bark out a laugh.

Then both of them start heading back toward you.

Oh, this should be fun.

Steve reaches you first, naturally.

“Steve Harrington,” he says, extending a hand with an easy confidence that feels almost unfair. “Friend of this guy.” He jerks a thumb toward Jonathan without looking away from you.

You take his hand. Warm palm. Strong grip. “I gathered.”

“You say that like he talks about me too much.” Steve’s mouth curls into a grin immediately.

Jonathan nearly chokes on his drink. “Oh my God.”

Your eyebrows lift innocently. “Maybe a little.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jonathan mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. “Can we not do this?”

Steve looks delighted. “No, no, keep going. I’m invested now.”

You laugh into your glass while Jonathan glares at both of you like he regrets inviting himself into existence tonight.

The dynamic between them becomes obvious within minutes. They bicker constantly, but with the kind of rhythm only people deeply familiar with each other have. Steve interrupts Jonathan just to annoy him. Jonathan rolls his eyes so often it becomes almost affectionate.

And underneath it all, there’s something else. Something charged.

Steve touches Jonathan casually when he talks. Shoulder. Wrist. Lower back squeezing past him near the bar. Jonathan pretends to hate it every single time but never actually moves away.

You notice because of course you do. And judging by the way Steve catches you noticing, he knows you notice too.

The conversation loosens with every drink. Steve leans closer when he talks to you, knee brushing yours beneath the cocktail table. Jonathan gets quieter the drunker he gets, but somehow more intense too. His compliments stop sounding accidental.

“You shoot people in a way that feels intimate,” he tells you softly at one point, fingers tapping absently against the side of his glass. “Like the camera’s in love with them.”

Steve groans dramatically beside him, throwing his head back. “Jesus Christ, Byers. See? This is what I mean. You flirt like a nineteenth-century poet.”

Jonathan flips him off without missing a beat. “Eat shit Harrington.”

You laugh so hard champagne nearly comes out your nose.

And God, they’re both gorgeous. Steve all confidence and easy charm and restless hands. Jonathan all restraint and tension and eyes dark enough to drown in. The chemistry between the three of you thickens until it feels almost visible. Every glance lasts too long. Every touch lingers.

At some point Steve’s hand settles casually against the small of your back while Jonathan stands close enough that his shoulder brushes yours every few seconds. Neither of them moves away. Neither do you.

“You know,” you say eventually, tilting your head as you study them over the rim of your drink, “this is getting genuinely unfair.”

Steve smirks immediately, thumb still warm against your spine. “How so?”

“You’re both ridiculously attractive.”

Jonathan nearly chokes on his whiskey. Steve beams like he’s won something.

“I’m serious,” you continue, glancing between them. “I can’t decide which one of you I’d rather take with me.”

Silence.

Jonathan goes very still beside you. Steve’s expression changes instantly, not joking now. Something darker settling into his face.

Then slowly, casually, he says, “who says you have to choose?”

Jonathan stares at him. “Harrington.”

“What?” Steve shrugs, entirely too innocent. “I’m just saying. We’re all having a good time.”

“You are out of your fucking mind.”

“You telling me you haven’t thought about it?” Steve asks, one eyebrow lifting.

Jonathan opens his mouth. Closes it again.

Steve’s grin widens in real time. “Oh my God,” he says. “You have.”

“Shut up.”

You’re trying not to laugh now. Jonathan looks mortified. Steve looks thrilled.

Then Steve turns to you again, gaze dragging slowly over your face. “We could get outta here,” he says lightly, though his voice has gone rough around the edges. “Keep the night going somewhere less crowded.”

Your pulse skips. Jonathan watches you carefully from beside him. Not pushing. Just waiting.

“Only if you want to,” he says quietly. His voice is softer than Steve’s, steadier somehow, but it hits infinitely harder.

That does it. That careful softness in his voice. That look in Steve’s eyes. The electric tension stretching between all three of you like a wire seconds from snapping.

“Yeah,” you say.

Steve immediately pulls out his phone. “Holy shit. She said yes.”

“Don’t make it weird,” Jonathan mutters, already rubbing at his forehead.

“Dude you’re the one making it weird with this shy-nonchalant-mysteious thing going on, man.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hopefully later.”

“Harrington.”

You burst out laughing while Jonathan groans into his drink.

The ride down starts innocently enough. The rooftop elevator is almost empty this late into the night, all mirrored walls and dim golden lighting. The doors slide shut behind the three of you with a soft chime, sealing the noise of the party away instantly.

Silence settles. Heavy silence. The kind where everybody suddenly becomes hyperaware of breathing. Of hands. Of mouths.

Steve stands beside the control panel, phone still in hand after ordering the car. Jonathan’s near the back wall, whiskey-flushed and tense in a way that makes him look dangerously pretty.

And you’re standing between them. The elevator hums downward. Nobody speaks.

Steve breaks first, of course.

“Okay,” he says quietly, glancing between you and Jonathan. “I can’t do this.”

You barely have time to blink before he’s moving. One second there’s space between you. The next his hand is around your waist and his mouth crashes into yours hard enough to steal the air from your lungs. It’s not gentle. It’s heat and impatience.

You gasp against him and Steve takes advantage immediately, kissing you deeper with a rough little sound in his throat like he’s been thinking about this since the second he saw you across the rooftop. His body presses you lightly against the elevator wall. Big hands. Warm whiskey breath. The scrape of expensive suit fabric beneath your fingers.

“Fuck,” Steve murmurs against your mouth, almost laughing from disbelief. “Jesus Christ.”

You kiss him back harder. Somewhere beside you, Jonathan exhales shakily. You pull away from Steve just enough to look at him. Jonathan’s watching like he can’t decide whether to step in or lose his mind.

You make the decision for him. Your hand curls into the front of his shirt, tugging him forward.

Jonathan kisses completely differently. Slower at first. Tentative for all of half a second before restraint snaps clean in two. Then suddenly he’s kissing you like he’s starving. One hand cups your jaw carefully while the other grips your waist hard enough to wrinkle the fabric of your dress. He tastes like whiskey and nerves and something devastatingly soft underneath it all.

Steve stays pressed against your side the entire time. Watching. Breathing hard. His hand slides over your hip possessively while Jonathan kisses you deeper, and the feeling of both of them touching you at once nearly melts your fucking brain.

“Holy shit,” Steve mutters, voice low and wrecked.

Jonathan laughs quietly against your mouth, breathless. “You’re one to talk.”

Then Steve kisses you again. And somehow the three of you end up tangled together in the middle of the elevator, mouths colliding messily between laughter and heat and too much tension finally breaking loose. Steve’s hand cradles the back of your neck while Jonathan’s fingers curl around his wrist.

You feel the exact second the energy shifts. Subtle. Dangerous.

Your mouth parts from Steve’s just long enough to notice the way he’s looking at Jonathan now. Not joking. Not teasing. Something older lives there. Something buried deep. Jonathan sees it too.

The elevator keeps descending. Slowly, carefully, Steve reaches for him. Jonathan doesn’t pull away.

Their kiss starts softer than yours did. Almost hesitant. Then Steve grips Jonathan’s jaw and suddenly it turns hungry fast. Years of unresolved tension flare alive right in front of you. Jonathan makes this quiet wrecked sound into Steve’s mouth that feels almost too intimate to hear. Steve kisses him like he’s furious about how badly he wants him. Like he’s spent years pretending this didn’t exist.

Your back hits the elevator wall softly as you watch them lose themselves in each other for a few perfect seconds. Jonathan’s hand fists in Steve’s suit jacket. Steve’s thumb strokes across Jonathan’s cheekbone almost unconsciously. Beautiful. Achingly, terrifyingly beautiful.

The elevator dings.

The doors slide open with a soft mechanical whisper, spilling the three of you out into the cool marble lobby. Your lips are still tingling from the kiss, legs a little unsteady as Steve keeps one hand firm on your lower back and Jonathan stays close on your other side, his fingers brushing yours like he needs the contact to stay grounded.

The night air hits you the second you push through the glass doors onto the street.

The car Steve had already called is waiting at the curb. He doesn’t hesitate, just walks ahead like it’s the most natural thing in the world, opening the back door first and holding it there. “C’mon,” he says, glancing back at you both.

Jonathan goes in after a beat, still a little dazed, sliding into the far side of the backseat. You follow right after him, slipping into the middle, thighs pressed on either side as the space closes in around you.

Steve ducks in last, shutting the door behind him with a solid click, his hand briefly brushing your shoulder as he settles in on your other side.

The driver glances at you three through the rearview mirror. “Evening. Where to?”

Steve rattles off the address to their shared apartment in a casual tone, already leaning forward a little like he’s settling in for a chat. The car pulls smoothly into traffic.

You shift slightly in your seat, trying not to think too much about how little space there is between the three of you. That’s when your eyes catch the driver’s GPS screen. The route is already calculated. Ten minutes. It hits you almost annoyingly clearly.

Your dress has ridden up just enough that the cool leather seat kisses the backs of your thighs. Steve’s hand finds your knee immediately, innocent enough from the outside. Jonathan shoots him a warning look across you—sharp, dark brows drawn—but Steve just grins that easy, charming grin and starts talking.

“So, uh, how long you been driving nights in the city?” Steve asks the driver, voice light and conversational like he’s not currently sliding his palm higher up your thigh under the hem of your dress. “Must see some wild shit, right?”

The driver chuckles, launching into a story about a fare last week who tried to tip him in cryptocurrency. You barely hear it. Your heart is hammering against your ribs as Steve’s fingers trace slow, teasing circles on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He’s subtle, barely moving, keeping his arm relaxed across the seat like he’s just resting it there. But every brush sends sparks straight to your core.

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your breathing even. Jonathan’s hand settles on your other thigh, possessive but still. He’s glaring at Steve again, a silent stop it in his eyes. But then his gaze drops to your face. Your parted lips, the flush creeping up your neck, and something shifts. His fingers tighten, then start moving too, mirroring Steve’s slow exploration but pressing a little firmer, higher.

Heat floods you. You’re already wet from the elevator, aching, and their hands are so close to where you need them. You shift in the seat, pressing your thighs together instinctively, but that only traps their fingers tighter against you.

Steve keeps talking, voice perfectly steady. “Yeah? Man, that’s crazy. I once got in an Uber where the driver was playing some loud ass classical music at like two in the morning. Didn’t even ask, just… went for it. Honestly kind of respected it.”

The driver laughs again, oblivious. Your hand grips the edge of the seat. Jonathan’s fingers slip under the edge of your panties first, brushing lightly over your slick folds. You stifle a gasp, turning it into a cough. Steve notices and smirks without looking at you, his own fingers joining, parting you gently and circling your clit with maddening softness.

“Everything okay back there?” the driver asks casually.

“Yeah, she’s fine,” Steve says smoothly, teasing a finger just inside you while he keeps eye contact in the mirror. “Long night, right babe?”

You swallow hard, throat dry. “Mhm. Just… tired.”

Jonathan leans in slightly, his fingers don’t stop. Two now, pressing deeper, curling just right while Steve focuses on your clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Steve’s thicker fingers, rougher calluses, Jonathan’s more precise, sensual strokes. You’re soaked, the wet sounds barely masked by the low hum of the engine and Steve’s endless chatter.

Steve turns his head toward you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hey, what was that shot you took at the bar earlier? The one with the orange twist? You liked that, right?” His voice is teasing, deliberately pushing you while his fingers move quicker. “Tell this kind driver how much you liked it.”

Your mouth opens, but only a shaky breath comes out. Pleasure coils tight in your belly, thighs trembling. Jonathan saves you, squeezing your thigh gently. “She liked the whiskey sour better,” he says calmly, voice low and steady.

Steve chuckles softly, but he doesn’t stop. Neither does Jonathan. Their hands work in tandem now. Steve rubbing firm circles on your swollen clit while Jonathan thrusts two fingers slowly in and out, curling against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. You’re fighting every moan, nails digging into the leather seat, hips rocking minutely into their touch. The city lights streak past the windows in blurs of gold and red, but all you can focus on is the building pressure, the slick heat between your legs, the way both of them are rock hard against your sides. You can feel the outline of Steve’s erection pressing into your right thigh, Jonathan’s long length on your left.

By the time the car slows to a stop outside their building, you’re right on the edge, panting quietly through your nose. Steve pays and thanks the driver with a grin, then bolts out first, nearly tripping over the curb in his haste. Jonathan helps you out more gracefully, but his hand lingers on your waist, steadying you on shaky legs.

Steve is already at the building door, fumbling with his keys. They jingle loudly as he drops them once, twice, cursing under his breath. His cheeks are flushed, pants obviously tented. “Fuck—come on—”

Jonathan laughs, a low, warm sound that cuts through the night air. “Smooth, Harrington.” He steps forward, plucks the keys from Steve’s hands, and unlocks the door in one fluid motion. “Let’s get inside before you break something.”

The apartment is dimly lit by a single lamp when you all stumble in. Cozy, with a big sectional couch dominating the living room. Steve kicks the door shut behind you and immediately crowds you against the wall, mouth crashing into yours again. Jonathan presses in from the side, lips finding your neck, hands roaming.

But then Steve pulls back, breathing hard. “Bedroom. Mine.”

Jonathan’s hands pause on your hips. “No. My bed’s bigger.”

Steve groans. “Yours has those creepy horror posters everywhere. The one with the guy’s face melting? Not exactly mood-setting, man.”

Jonathan rolls his eyes, but there’s heat in them. “Your room smells like that cologne you drown yourself in and there’s that ugly picture of a car hanging on the wall. Who the fuck would have a framed photo of a car in first place?”

You laugh breathlessly between them, hands sliding up both their chests. “Living room,” you say breathlessly, grabbing Steve’s shirt and Jonathan’s wrist. “Couch. Right fucking now.”

Neither of them argues.

Steve let out a low chuckle, already shrugging off his jacket. “Bossy. I like it.”

Clothes come off in a messy, desperate rush. Steve’s jacket hits the floor. Your dress pools at your ankles. Jonathan yanks his shirt over his head, revealing that lean, beautifully toned torso. Steve’s fingers work his buttons open, exposing the dark hair on his chest and the tempting happy trail that disappears into his pants, inviting. When their erections spring free, your mouth waters—Steve’s is thick and heavy, flushed dark, while Jonathan’s is long, slightly curved, already leaking at the tip.

You don’t wait. You wrap a hand around each of them, stroking slowly, feeling the contrast in weight and texture.

“God,” you murmur, voice low and hungry. “So fucking hard…”

Steve groans, hips twitching into your fist. “You were so wet and beautiful in the car, baby. Couldn’t help myself.”

Jonathan leans in, kissing you slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours. “You looked so perfect.” he breathes against your lips.

Steve claims your mouth next, rougher, while Jonathan drops his head to suck on your nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make you moan. Their hands are everywhere. Steve’s thick fingers push back inside your soaked pussy, curling perfectly, while Jonathan’s thumb circles your swollen clit with devastating precision.

“Fuck—yes,” you gasp, head falling back. “Just like that—don’t stop.”

You stroke them faster, twisting your wrists, swiping your thumbs over their leaking heads. The sounds they make turn you on even more.

“Keep touching us like that,” Steve mutters against your neck, voice rough. “Your hands feel so fucking good.”

You glanced down, watching their free hands find each other. Steve wrapped his big hand around Jonathan’s erection, stroking him with slow, confident pumps focusing on the base while you worked on their heads. Jonathan did the same to Steve, twisting his wrist just right. The sight made you clench hard around Steve’s fingers.

“Shit, that’s so hot,” you breathed.

Steve kissed you hungrily, then turned his head to capture Jonathan’s mouth over your shoulder in a messy, heated kiss. You kept stroking them, thumbing over their leaking tips, while their fingers worked you open.

You dropped to your knees before they could stop you. You grin, breathless. “I want you both so bad… I can’t decide who to taste first.”

You sink to your knees between them, looking up with dark, eager eyes. You take Steve into your mouth first, stretching your lips wide around his thickness, then turn to Jonathan, taking him deeper, savoring the way his length curves against your tongue. You alternate between them, then press them close together, licking and sucking both erections at once in messy, filthy strokes.

Steve’s hand slides gently into your hair. “Fuck, baby… look at you. Such a greedy, perfect girl for us.”

Jonathan’s voice is rougher than usual. “You look so beautiful like this. Jesus.”

You hum around them, the vibration making both men groan. You keep going until they’re throbbing against your tongue, until their hips start twitching.

They pull you up before either of them finishes.

Jonathan lays you down on the couch first, spreading your thighs wide. He kisses his way down your body with aching reverence—stomach, hips, inner thighs—before his mouth finally finds your pussy. His tongue is broad and slow, licking long stripes through your folds before focusing on your clit. Two fingers slide inside you, curling just right.

You moan loudly, fingers threading through his hair. “Oh my god, Jonathan—”

Steve kneels beside you, kissing you deep and filthy. “Taste so sweet, don’t you, sweetheart? Let him make you come. I want to watch you fall apart.”

The orgasm crashes into you hard. Your back arches, thighs clamping around Jonathan’s head as you cry out, pulsing around his fingers. He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking and oversensitive, whimpering.

Then he positioned himself between your legs again, lining up. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you perfectly.

“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “You okay?”

“More,” you gasped, pulling him down to kiss you. “Fuck me, Jonathan. I need it.”

He started moving, deep rolling thrusts that hit every perfect spot. You moaned into his mouth, nails digging into his back.

After a while they switched. Steve flipped you onto your hands and knees, gripping your hips as he pushed inside. The stretch was bigger, deeper.

“Shit, baby,” he grunted. “You’re gripping me so fucking tight.”

You pushed back against him. “Harder, Steve. I can take it. Please.”

He did. One hand reaching around to rub your clit. Jonathan knelt in front of you, feeding you his cock. You sucked him eagerly, moaning around his length every time Steve thrust deep.

They leaned over you, kissing each other sloppily above your back, the wet sounds mixing with skin slapping and your muffled moans.

You came again hard, clenching around Steve’s erection while Jonathan’s length twitched on your tongue.

They moved you again, laying you on your side. Jonathan spooned you from behind, sliding back in with a low groan, kissing your neck and shoulder as he thrust deep and slow.

“You feel incredible,” he whispered against your skin. “So warm and wet. Taking me so well, baby.”

Steve faced you, kissing you deeply, his thick erection sliding against your clit with every movement until he couldn’t wait anymore. He pushed back inside you when Jonathan pulled out, rougher, gripping your ass.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Steve growled. “Give us another one. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

You were shaking, overstimulated and desperate. “I’m close—fuck, I’m so close—”

Jonathan reached between you, rubbing your already hypersensitive clit. “That’s it. Come for us, beautiful.”

You shattered again, crying out their names.

Finally, they put you on your back once more. Steve slid back inside you, groaning at how wet and open you were.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he panted, thrusting deep. “You want that? Want my cum deep in this pretty pussy?”

“Yes,” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fill me up, Steve. Please.”

Jonathan stroked himself faster, leaning down to kiss you messily.

Steve came first, burying himself deep with a broken moan, flooding you with hot spurts. At the same time, Jonathan groaned, painting your breasts and stomach with thick ropes of cum.

The three of you collapsed together, breathing hard.

Steve kissed your forehead, then your lips, soft and sweet. “You were fucking incredible.”

Jonathan nuzzled into your neck from the other side. “You okay? We didn’t go too hard?”

“I’m perfect,” you whispered, smiling lazily. “I’ve never felt so good in my life.”

After a moment, gentle hands take care of you. Steve grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up carefully. Jonathan brings cold water from the fridge and makes you drink. Then they pull a soft blanket over all three of you on the big couch.

A couple of minutes later, Steve sat up slightly. “I’ll get her my shirt, wait” he said quietly.

Jonathan lifted his head. “Mine's softer. She should wear mine.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Yours is all wrinkled on the floor. Mine’s a nice dress shirt. It’ll be more comfortable for her right now.”

“It’s also stiffer,” Jonathan argued softly. “She needs something actually soft on her skin right now man.”

You let out a tired, amused laugh and tugged gently on both their arms. “You two are already fighting again… I kind of love it. But seriously, either shirt is fine. I just want to feel both of you close.”

Steve grinned. “See? She wants the nice shirt.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes but smiled. “She didn’t say that, but, man, whatever, Jesus… next time I’m picking first.”

“Next time?” you teased weakly, voice sleepy.

“Yeah,” they both answered at the same time, then looked at each other and chuckled.

Steve grabbed his button-down from the floor and helped you slip it on. It was big, warm, and still carried his scent. Jonathan tucked the blanket tighter around all three of you.

“Stay right here with us tonight,” Steve murmured, thumb stroking your cheek.

Jonathan pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. “We’ve got you, baby. Get some sleep, yeah?”

Safe between their warm bodies, you drifted off with the taste of them still on your tongue.

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one last nightcap

pairing: steve harrington x reader x jonathan byers summary: after dustin begged for it, steve throws a farewell party to the byers before they move to california. what starts as a normal night of music, drinks, and chatting, quickly spirals when you end upstairs with steve... and jonathan accidentally walks in. wc: 3.3k warnings: +18 (minors do not interact), explicit nsfw, unprotected sex, threesome, voyeurism, oral sex (both receiving), deepthroating, fingering, dirty talk, marking, cum play (girl's cum), use of alcohol, creampie, messy sex, dom!steve, dom!jonathan, edging, overstimulation, jancy broke up here. author's note: hii wrote this after a long time of having it in the inbox! inspo from here wanted to say that tysm for 200+ followers <3, working in next requests and you are free to request too

The party at Steve’s house was meant to be a proper farewell for the Byers before they headed to California the next morning. Dustin had spent days nagging Steve into hosting it.

‘’Come on, Steve–’’ Dustin said on a random Friday before summer ended. ‘’It’s their last night here. Will deserves one good memory. And Jonathan… he and Nancy broke up a couple weeks ago. Long–distance doesn’t work.’’

Steve paused, almost surprised. 

‘’They’re really done?’’

‘’Yeah. So maybe you’ve got another shot with her tonight. You’ve been single all summer and your flirting has been pretty rough lately.”

Steve laughed. Nancy was single again. Maybe tonight was his chance.

''First– It wasn’t rought. That’s how girls flirt.'’ he took a short pause. '’But Fine… I’ll do the party. But if anything gets broken, you’re cleaning it up.”

That same night the house was full. Music thumped through the speakers and the whole group was there: Mike, Lucas, Max, El, Will, Robin, Nancy, and others.

You arrived with Jonathan. You met him at Tina’s Halloween party last year and stayed friends, even though you were very different. He had asked you to come, and you didn’t want to miss his last night in Hawkins.

You and Steve knew each other from the group, but you weren’t close — just occasional short conversations at the mall or when everyone hung out.

Nothing deep, and you even thought it was weird to go to his house, not sure he didn’t even know you were going.

Steve noticed you as soon as you walked in. He was behind the drink table pouring drinks. His eyes lingered on you for a second —the way your denim skirt sat on your hip — before he looked away, reminding himself he was supposed to talk to Nancy tonight.

The flirting between you and Steve started slow and subtle, but the tension was undeniable.

You went to the kitchen for ice and Steve was already there.

“Hey,” he said casually. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

You shrugged, grabbing some ice. “Jonathan invited me. Figured I should show up.”

Steve nodded, adding ice to his cup. “Makes sense. You two seem to get along.”

“We do,” you replied. “He’s easy to talk to.”

Steve gave a small smile. “Unlike some people?”

You glanced at him. “You calling yourself out?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled quietly. “I’ve been told I can talk too much sometimes.”

There was a short pause.

“You look nice tonight,” he added, voice low and offhand. “That skirt suits you.”

“Thanks,” you said, keeping it light. “You don’t look too bad yourself when you’re not running around after the kids.”

Steve laughed softly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

The night continued like that for hours. Small conversations. Lingering looks. His hand brushing your lower back when he passed by. Your fingers grazing his arm. Later, while you were standing near the living room, Steve passed by with drinks. He stopped for a moment. 

“Having a decent time?” he asked, not too close.

“Yeah, it’s loud but it’s okay,” you replied. “Everyone seems happy.” He gave a small nod and kept moving.

The exchanges continued like that — subtle, nothing obvious. When you went back to the drink table later, Steve handed you a fresh cup without being asked.

“Didn’t want you fighting through the crowd,” he said simply.

“Thanks.” Your fingers brushed his for a second. “You’re playing bartender all night?”

“Someone has to,” he replied with a slight smirk. “You holding up okay? You seem like you’re actually enjoying yourself.”

“I am,” you said. “Surprisingly. You’re not as bad at hosting as I thought.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Was that almost a compliment?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, Harrington.”

“Too late,” he muttered with a quiet laugh.

Around midnight, after several drinks and many stolen glances, Steve found you standing near the bottom of the stairs. The music was thumping, but he spoke low enough that only you could hear.

“I’ve been single since everything that happened at the mall,” he admitted, leaning against the wall beside you. “My attempts at flirting this summer have been pretty terrible.”

You turned toward him.

 “That sounds frustrating.”

“It has been,” he said with a small laugh. “Maybe I’m just out of practice. Or maybe I’ve been talking to the wrong people.” His gaze flicked to you meaningfully. “You’re easy to talk to. Even if we don’t know each other that well.”

You smiled faintly. “I try not to make conversations painful.”

Steve chuckled. “You’re doing a good job.”

Another short silence.

The air between you felt heavier now. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, he spoke again, voice even quieter.

“If you want to escape the noise for a while… my room’s upstairs. No pressure. Just somewhere cooler and quieter.”

You held his stare, feeling the alcohol and the slow-burning tension of the night push you forward.

“Okay,” you said.

You both slipped upstairs quietly, hearts beating faster with anticipation. Steve closed the bedroom door behind you. He didn’t lock it right away.

He turned to you, keeping a little space. “So… what were we talking about?”

You could feel the tension between you two because of the alcohol, his gaze locked with yours as you nervously bit your lip. 

Then Steve approached with stealthy steps. You let the silence fill the room until you answered by stepping closer.

And then you kissed him.

The kiss started slow and soft, almost tentative. Your lips moved together with a lazy kind of curiosity, tasting a mix of different types of alcohol on his tongue. Steve hummed quietly against your mouth, one hand gently cupping the side of your face while the other rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

‘’Steve…’’ you breathed, tingling your head.

He tilted his head and deepened the kiss gradually, but instead of rushing, he broke away from your lips and trailed hot open-mouthed kisses down your jaw. Whe he reached your neck, he lingered there. His mouth was warm and wet as he sucked gently on your skin, then harder, clearly intending to leave marks.

‘’Been wanting to do this all night’’ he murmured against your throat with a low and rough voice, before sucking another dark hickey just below your ear.

‘’Fuck– you’re going to leave marks,’’ you whispered, but there was no complaining in your voice; only arousal.

‘’Good,’’ Steve replied, biting down again. ‘’I want everyone downstairs to wonder who the hell has their mouth on you.’’

Your breath hitched, fingers threading into his hair as he continued biting slowly. 

Steve finally pulled back and without warning, he grabbed your waist and tossed you onto the bed. He climbed over you, settling between your spread legs, and kissed you once more on the lips before going lower.

His hands pushed your skirt up to your hips and looked down at your soaked panties with hunger.

Steve pushed your panties to the side and slowly slid two fingers through your slick folds, coating them in your wetness.

‘’You’re fucking dripping,’’ he said with hoarse voice. ‘’all this for me?’’

Before you could even answer, he slowly pushed both fingers inside you.

‘’Oh my god–’’ you moaned, back arching slightly at the stretch. 

Steve groaned at how tight and wet you felt. He started pumping his fingers slowly, curling them gently inside you and exploring every inch of your walls with deliberate care.

‘’Shit, you’re so warm,’’ he breathed, watching his fingers disappear inside you. “And so fucking tight. I can feel you squeezing me.”

He kept the pace slow but deep, curling his fingers upward with every thrust and searching for that perfect spot. When he found it, your whole body jerked.

“Right there?” he asked, a smirk in his voice as he rubbed that spot again.

“Yes— fuck, right there,” you gasped, hips rolling against his hand.

Steve’s fingers moved faster, fucking you with steady wet sounds. He kept curling them perfectly against your g-spot while his thumb found your clit and rubbed tight circles over it.

“Steve… I’m close,” you whimpered, gripping the sheets.

You were panting when Steve started kissing his way down your body. He pressed wet kisses down your stomach, licking and sucking lightly on your skin.

He kissed your hips, then moved to your inner thighs, teasing you mercilessly. 

He kissed and bit the sensitive flesh there, getting closer and closer to your dripping pussy but never quite touching it.

“Steve… please,” you begged, voice shaky. “Stop teasing me.”He chuckled darkly against your thigh.

“So needy already?”

Finally, after what felt like torture, Steve hooked his arms under your thighs, spread you open even wider, and buried his face between your legs with a deep, satisfied groan.

His tongue was hot and eager —long, wet licks from your dripping entrance up to your clit– then sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. Two fingers pushed back inside your tight cunt, curling and stroking your inner walls while he devoured you.

“Fuck… your pussy tastes so good,” he groaned against your wet folds, the vibrations making you shiver. “So fucking wet. You’re dripping.”

He ate you out with filthy enthusiasm, licking, sucking, and fingering you relentlessly. Every time you got close to the edge, he slowed down, edging you cruelly until you were whimpering and desperate.

Just as his tongue started flicking rapidly over your clit again, the bedroom door opened.

Jonathan stood in the doorway, completely frozen.

He had come upstairs drunk, looking for the bathroom, and walked straight into the obscene sight: Steve on his knees between your spread legs, face buried in your pussy and his fingers buried deep inside you.

Jonathan didn’t leave. He stayed rooted in place, breathing fast and shallow. His hand moved almost unconsciously to the front of his jeans, palming the obvious bulge there before slowly pulling his long, hard cock out and starting to stroke himself as he watched Steve eat you out.

Steve lifted his head, lips and chin glistening with your juices. 

“What the fuck, Byers? You’re just gonna stand there watching like a total fucking pervert?”

Jonathan’s face burned red. 

“I… shit, I was looking for the bathroom. I didn’t mean to—”

Steve kept his fingers slowly pumping in and out of your soaked cunt, making you whimper. 

“Yeah, sure. But you’re not leaving, are you? Look how hard you are just from watching me tongue-fuck her.” his voice dropped, low and aroused. “So here’s the deal. Either get the fuck out right now… or come in, close the door, and stay. Choose fast.”

You were panting, body throbbing with need after being edged for so long. The hungry way Jonathan was staring at your exposed pussy sent another rush of wetness through you. 

You looked at him and gave a small, needy nod. Jonathan stepped inside and locked the door with a shaky hand.

Steve smirked and gave your clit one last slow teasing lick, making your thighs tremble. He finally stood up, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. Without hesitation, he kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth so you could taste yourself on him.

Then he turned to Jonathan, who was still stroking his cock, eyes dark and fixed on your spread legs.Steve smirked, voice low and filthy. 

“Look at you… jerking that cock like a desperate little perv while I finger-fuck her. Bet you’ve never seen a pussy this wet before. You want to try her, Byers? Want a taste of this sweet pussy?”

Jonathan’s breath hitched, clearly thinking Steve was offering him the chance to eat you out. But Steve had other plans.

He grabbed Jonathan by the collar, yanked him forward, and kissed him hard. Jonathan moaned in surprise as Steve pushed his tongue into his mouth, letting him taste your wetness directly. The kiss was rough, possessive, and messy. Jonathan could clearly taste your pussy on Steve’s tongue, and the realization made him groan loudly into the kiss.

Steve pulled back with a wicked grin. “That’s what I thought.”

He turned back to you, eyes burning with pure lust. Standing at the edge of the bed, he finally reached down and started undoing his jeans. He popped the button open slowly, then dragged the zipper down, the sound loud in the room. He pushed the denim down his hips along with his black boxers, letting them fall to his ankles.

His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, and painfully hard. The swollen head was already leaking precum that dripped down the length. It bobbed heavily between his legs, clearly throbbing with need after months of being untouched.

“Such a greedy fucking hole,” Steve growled, rubbing the thick head of his cock up and down your folds. “Been dripping for me all night, hasn’t it?”

Steve kicked his jeans and boxers off completely, standing fully naked now, his muscular body on full display — broad shoulders, defined chest, and that thick cock pointing straight at you.

“Been waiting too fucking long for this,” he growled.

Steve grabbed your hips, flipped you onto your back, and spread your legs wide open. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness.

“Beg for it,” he growled.

“Please, Steve,” you moaned, hips lifting toward him. “Fuck me. I need you.”

With a deep, satisfied groan, Steve lined himself up and slammed his thick cock into your pussy in one brutal, deep thrust.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moaned loudly, burying every inch inside you. “This pussy is so fucking tight… so warm and wet. I’ve been dying to stretch you open for months.”

He didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you with hard, deep, powerful strokes, his hips slamming against your ass. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock plunging into your creamy cunt filled the entire room

“Yeah? You like feeling every inch?” He grabbed your thighs and pushed them back toward your chest, folding you in half. The new angle let him sink even deeper. “Take my cock like a good little slut. This pussy was made for me tonight.” 

While he railed you mercilessly, you turned your head to the side. Jonathan was kneeling beside the bed, stroking his long cock faster, eyes glued to the sight of Steve’s thick shaft stretching you open.

“Come here,” you gasped. “Let me suck you.”

Jonathan moved closer. You turned your head and took his cock into your mouth, sucking him eagerly, drooling around his length while Steve continued pounding into you.

“Fuck… look at that,” Steve groaned, hips never slowing. “Sucking his cock while I destroy this greedy pussy. You love being used by both of us, don’t you? Such a dirty fucking girl.”

Jonathan was breathing hard. 

“Steve… shut the fuck up.”

Steve laughed breathlessly, still thrusting hard and deep.“Why? You don’t like hearing how wet her cunt is? Listen to it, Byers. That sloppy sound is her pussy begging for more.”

Jonathan growled in frustration. He suddenly leaned forward, grabbed Steve by the back of the neck, and kissed him hard to shut him up. Their mouths crashed together messily above you, tongues sliding aggressively while Steve kept fucking you without mercy.

You moaned loudly around Jonathan’s cock, the vibrations traveling through him as you watched the two of them making out sloppily. Steve broke the kiss just enough to speak against Jonathan’s lips, still pounding into you.

“Shit…” Jonathan gasped, his voice hoarse and surprised. “Your mouth feels so fucking good… so warm and wet.”

Jonathan’s hand gently tangled in your hair, not forcing you, but guiding you as you sucked him deeper. “Just like that… fuck, keep sucking me. Your throat is so tight… you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

Steve laughed breathlessly, still railing you hard. “Hear that, baby? He’s already losing it because of your mouth. Suck him harder.” 

You obeyed, taking Jonathan even deeper, gagging wetly as his cock hit the back of your throat. Drool ran down your chin and dripped onto your tits as you sucked him with sloppy, eager enthusiasm.

You pulled off Jonathan’s cock for a second, gasping for air.

“Steve… I’m so close— fuck, I’m gonna cum—”

“Cum for me, baby,” Steve growled, slamming into you even harder. “Cum all over my cock while Jonathan kisses me. Let him hear how loud you scream when I fuck this greedy little cunt.”

Your orgasm crashed through you violently. You cried out around Jonathan’s cock as your pussy clenched hard around Steve, gushing wetly all over his thick shaft. 

Steve groaned loudly and buried himself as deep as possible, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum.He stayed inside you for a long moment, breathing heavily, then slowly pulled out. His cum leaked from your stretched hole.Steve moved to the side, kneeling beside you. 

He wrapped his hand around his still-hard cock and started stroking himself slowly, watching with dark eyes.

“Your turn, Jonathan,” he said, voice rough. “Fuck her. I want to watch you fill her up too.”

Jonathan positioned himself between your legs.

“You sure?” Jonathan asked you, voice low and slightly shaky with arousal.

“Yes,” you moaned, spreading your legs wider. “Fuck me, Jonathan. I want you inside me.”

He rubbed his long cock against your cum-slick pussy, then he pushed in slowly at first, savoring every inch. His cock slid into your cum-filled pussy with a wet, squelching sound.

“Fuck…” Jonathan groaned, eyes closing for a second. 

“She’s so full… so warm and sloppy with your cum.”

He started fucking you with deep, steady strokes. You moaned loudly, still sensitive.

Steve stroked himself faster, eyes fixed on where Jonathan’s cock disappeared inside your creamy, cum-filled pussy.

“Does it feel good?” he asked you, voice rough. “Tell me how I feel inside you.”

“So good,” you moaned, hands gripping his shoulders. “You’re so deep… fuck me harder, Jonathan.”

Encouraged by your words, Jonathan started fucking you with more force, his hips snapping against you. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock plunging into your cum-filled pussy grew louder.

“That’s it, Byers,” Steve said, voice low and filthy. “Fuck her nice and deep. Feel my cum inside her? You’re sliding through it. Such a messy fucking pussy now.”

“She feels so good…”

You whimpered, gripping the sheets. 

“Jonathan… harder… please…” Steve smirked, jerking his cock steadily. 

“Hear that? She wants it harder. Give it to her. Pound that cum-filled cunt.” Jonathan obeyed, fucking you with longer, more forceful thrusts. The wet, squelching sounds were even louder now with both their cum inside you.

Steve kept talking the entire time, his hand moving faster. Jonathan obeyed, gripping your hips and fucking you with long, powerful strokes. His breathing was ragged.

“Look at her face… she loves being passed around. You gonna fill her up again, Jonathan? Gonna add your load to mine?”

Jonathan’s breathing became ragged. He leaned down and kissed you messily as he fucked you harder.

With a broken groan, Jonathan buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum into your already overflowing pussy.

Steve stroked himself faster, watching Jonathan fill you, and came again with a low moan, shooting his load across your tits and stomach. The three of you finally collapsed in a sweaty, sticky, exhausted pile on the bed.

Steve gently cleaned you with a towel, wiping between your legs and your chest with surprising care. He pulled you against his chest and kissed your forehead softly.

“You okay?” he whispered. You nodded, still trembling. 

“Yeah… I’m good.” Jonathan lay on your other side, gently brushing hair away from your face.

Steve smirked tiredly.

“Best party I’ve ever thrown.”

© dividers by angeliicide and suupersonic

[intercosmia]

I need a blurb or something about S5 Steve offering his gf!reader to Johnathan pretty please!

Shared Responsibility ♪‧₊

₊˚✩ Steve Harrington x Jonathan Byers x Reader

₊˚✩ After the events of the Upside Down, all Jonathan Byers wanted was peace. Then again, maybe he shouldn’t have picked up a gig at the WSQK if he knew it meant being so close to Steve Harrington all the damn time. Worse, being close to you, Steve’s newest girlfriend. Call him a perv, but he just can’t help but stare when you wear that pretty little dress. Steve, always the gentlemen, decides even former enemies deserve a chance to taste his sweet angel.

₊˚✩ ~2.1K wc one shot. Basically just smut tbh. No use of Y/N.

₊˚✩ tags - MDNI 18+: (AFAB reader (she/her), (smut), (dub-con), (oral fem receiving), (brief guy on guy oral), (vaginal fingering), (cock-stroking), (light spanking), (semi-public nudity), (bisexual themes?), (dominate slightly mean Steve), (Big Dick Steve Harrington), (sub reader), (sub/inexperienced Jonathan) (nipple and tit play), (fluids - just spit and cum), (slight degradation,) (fem nicknames), (voyeurism) - lemme know if I missed any.

₊˚✩ Ahh my first time writing! Thank you for the suggestion! Warning for weird punctuation since my phone loves autocorrecting periods to commas.

I wasn’t sure how much smut you wanted, anon...so I may do a part two where it’s just porn no plot later on if y’all want :)

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST ♡

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“Get a good enough look, Byers?” Steve snorted, holding you against his chest, “How many times do I have to ask you to stop staring at my girlfriend?”

Jonathan looked away. He knew taking this stupid job at WSQK would be a terrible idea, but he’d let his mom convince him into it as a way to distract from his breakup with Nancy. Not to mention that he definitely needed some cash to save up for his move to New York. He figured ‘radio technician’ would look pretty spiffy on a resume. What he hadn’t accounted for was the difficulty of working so closely with Steve Harrington. 

“I wasn’t looking at anything. It’s a small recording booth, Harrington. My eyes just land-”

“On my girl’s ass,” Steve corrected, “cause it might be a small space, but I don’t think I ever catch you looking at Buckley’s ass like that.”

Robin turned her focus away from her nightly task of filing vinyls across the room, “Rude! I am right here!”

Steve waved her off before turning his focus back to you, “I suppose some people just can’t help it, huh, baby? You are looking so cute in that dress I bought ya after all,” he cooed, pulling you onto his lap so you would subtly feel his cock hardening in his jeans. The man was insatiable and seemed to love a good tease at the worst of times. You know he loved to see you squirm. He’d do almost anything to make you blush, and it usually worked. 

“I actually do love this dress,” you added, running your fingers over the soft velvet material. “I appreciate you picking red instead of blue this time.”

Jonathan snorted from across the room, more focused on you and Steve than on helping Robin catalogue music. “Wait, Harrington buys your clothes?”

“Sometimes,” you say shyly, “ he’s a man of good taste,” which wasn’t a lie.

Steve had spoiled you the moment you two had become official. Fancy date nights, shopping sprees, flowers, chocolate, and anything else that would make you happy. He’d fallen hard for you. The fact you were so beautiful… so sweet and smart, was like a reward from the universe for dealing with all the craziness that was living in Hawkins. He would do anything in his power to make sure you were taken care of. It gave him a sense of normalcy, being a doting boyfriend. Why wouldn’t he want to show you off?

“Who knew ‘Steve Harrington has good taste’…” Jonathan mumbled, shaking his head as he roughly shoved more records into the shelves, “Is that why he purposely buys you dresses that are way too short?”

The air was now heavy with unspoken tension as Jonathan and Steve exchanged a glance you couldn’t quite interpret. You knew the two of them have had spats in the past, but neither your boyfriend nor Jonathan was ever willing to explain what exactly had transpired between them over the years.

“Break time!!” Robin declared loudly, as she sat down her pile of unsorted records. She awkwardly skipped out of the recording room in an attempt to avoid the inevitable drama that always ensued when Steve and Jonathan started bickering over women. 

You remained frozen, now suddenly self conscious, looking down at the dress that barely reached your mid-thigh. It was quite short for the weather, but Steve insisted it was worth the few extra eyes checking you out constantly. Steve's large hands gripped your hips, rough fingers kneading through the velvet, “What is this, Byers, the 50’s? We’re all adults here. Nothin’ wrong with a bit of skin.”

You nodded eagerly in agreement, looking to Steve. His brown eyes softened when they met yours for a moment, as you enjoyed the feeling of his warm breath gracing your forehead. Steve gently pulled your legs onto his lap, cradling you close on the cramped sofa. His fingers rhythmically moved up and down your legs, searching for any bit of exposed skin he could claim. His gaze eventually drifted towards Jonathan now, pairing it with that signature lopsided smirk Steve Harrington was infamous for, “and so what if I like to dress her in revealing clothes! Might as well show the world what it’s missing out on, yeah?”

Jonathan shook his head, pretending to be occupied with his cardigan sleeve, fidgeting mindlessly with the buttons. Unbeknownst to you, Steve reveled in Jonathan's jealousy. He sincerely loved everything about you, but there was a satisfaction that came with having a woman that everyone lusted for. Someone that his past rival so obviously wanted but couldn’t have. Perhaps it was leftover resentment from the Nancy drama back in high school, or maybe just a need for a sense of control Steve had yearned for. 

Either way, the look on Jonathan's face as Steve began to slowly moved your dress up your plush thighs, over your hips and up to your waist was priceless. He adjusted the velvet material, making sure the full view of your ass was now explicitly exposed to the room. Jonathan’s eyes widened as you were now basically on display to him, the soft flesh of your round ass cheeks barely covered by the white silk of your thong. Steve’s voice came out lower this time, just above a growl as he gripped your ass like a prize. Every move he made was deliberate, keeping everything as visible to Jonathan as possible, “I’ll ask you again, Byers. Get a good enough look at my girl, yet?”

“I-... Jesus Christ,” Jonathan immediately turned away, focusing his gaze anywhere but where his now throbbing cock was begging him to look, “What the fuck is wrong with you, Harrington?”

“Nothing is wrong with me. Princess here doesn’t mind being shown off, is all.” Steve said, his calloused hand immediately landing on your right ass cheek with a hard smack. You let out a whimper, though you had always been one to enjoy pain, especially when it was given to you so lovingly by Steve.

Your sweet whimper almost made Jonathan break, who was now glancing back at you, eyes peaking over shyly from under his long bangs. No. This is wrong. Look at the floor. The ceiling. Anywhere else, his mind yelled. Yet, he took a tentative step towards you both, seemingly unable to control his actions, “Why are you doing this?”

“Cause she’s fucking hot and I know there's a little freaky pervert in you who wants what I have,” Steve said blankly, “plus my babygirl can be a bit cock-hungry at times.“

“Cock-hungry?” Jonathan laughed loudly, his mind barely functioning due to the dream worthy scene in-front of him, “you-you’re out of your goddamn mind, Harrington. You’re just fucking with me, again. Haha. Not funny,” he spat.

Still, his words didn’t seem to hold much weight as Jonathan’s gaze was fixated entirely on what was now unfolding in front of him. Steve had adjusted you on his lap, with your back against his chest and your legs sprawled on top of his. You were now facing out, the most intimate parts of you an alluring offering to Jonathan.

Steve's fingers moved from your ass towards your inner thigh. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear between soft bites to your neck. His index and middle finger traced upward to your core, “being such a good girl, baby. Look how pretty you are all spread out for us. Want Jonathan to make you feel good, princess? I bet he will. You can be such a good whore when I allow it, huh?”

You moaned something that sounded like a ‘yes’, but the scene was almost too erotic for you to think clearly. Steve's large fingers moved the string of your thong to the side, finally exposing you completely to Jonathan. You heard the other man's breath catch as he watched Steve caress up and down your folds, “God, she’s so wet, Byers. Guess Princess turns into a bit of a slut when you’re around. Go figure.” Steve chuckled, slapping the inside of your thigh as punishment for being a such a whore before his fingers eventually traveled back up to your pulsing core.

The tension in your stomach built as you felt Steve’s finger circle your needy hole. Ever the tease, Steve was. You could feel his cock almost bulging from his jeans under your ass. Jonathan’s pants also did little to conceal the arousal he was feeling, as well.

“Touch me, Jonathan,” you moaned. You’d never done this before, and it was unlike you to be so desperate while so vulnerable, but the softness and warmth Jonathan had shown you these past few months made you let go of all shame, “please?”  

Jonathan's pupils dilated, looking between your pretty pussy and Steve, smirking arrogantly behind you. 

“You heard the girl,” Steve chuckled, still tracing your entrance and clit with his fingers, “you wanna just watch or do you want to stop being a little bitch and get in on this, too?”

“Fuck you, Harrington,” Jonathan muttered before he shed his cardigan askew on the floor. Before you knew it, Jonathan was quickly on his knees, pulling your legs around his head and pushing his face desperately into your soaking cunt. 

Your moans echoed through the recording booth as your slim fingers immediately began lacing through Jonathan's soft locks. He was devouring you in a way you haven’t felt before. Like your juices were the only thing that could quench his thirst. But even in his lust, he was thoughtful. Gentle, almost. Unlike Steve, who dominated every inch of you to achieve maximal orgasm, Johnathan was worshipping your pussy. He moaned into it, palming his length still confined in his jeans as his tongue traced through your folds to find your clit. His voice was muffled by his now swollen lips, which have gently encompassed your bundle of nerves, sucking and licking slowly.

It felt new. It felt taboo, but dear god, you’d be lying if you hadn’t ever dreamt of being fucked by the two of them. Hopefully, you wouldn’t have to dream too much longer.

Steve let out a low growl at the scene, thoroughly impressed with Jonathan's gall. Steve pushed down the straps of your dress, his large hands grabbing both of your breasts as he palmed them. His thumbs twisted and pinched your nipples, watching them perk up with excitement, “Good job, Byers. That was a real pretty moan you got out of Princess, there. I’m impressed. Your mouth is useful for something other than whining, for once.”

Jonathan’s eyes looked up at you, hazy with arousal, before his eyes moved to Steve’s, filled with the same want. He reluctantly pulled back, catching his breath. Jonathan didn’t bother removing his silver rings as busy fingers began to spread open your glistening folds, mesmerized by your clit before murmuring, “No woman has ever let me do this before. Not even-... God, I-…” he chuckled, shaking his head as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit, causing your legs to shake on his shoulders.

He gently placed his fingers inside your enterance, eye fluttering as the warm walls of your pussy wrapped around him. He moved his middle and ring fingers in more until his rings forced him to stop.

He leaned back down, pumping in and out of you as your cunt became soaked again, leaking down his fingers. His lips gently kissed the soft inside of your thighs, legs still dangling over his shoulders. His movements were reverent as he kept his eyes on the wet mess he’d proudly made, “holy shit,” Jonathan mumbled, eliciting a soft whimper when he pulled his fingers out in an effort to not pass out from adrenaline.

Jonathan’s one and only ex was rather conservative in the bedroom, making the scene before him feel like it was straight out of his darkest fantasies he was way too embarrassed to ever speak of. Most usually involving you, and sometimes Steve. But here, there wasn’t any shame. Just want.

Steve chuckled deeply into your neck, glancing at Jonathan as he continued to work on a particularly big hickie, his grip never leaving your tits. Always the boob man, Harrington was, “Yeah, it’s pretty great. You’ve been missin’ out, bud. Especially Sweet Girl, here. She’s very reactive. Gets my ego goin’ pretty high.” 

Jonathan let out a soft laugh in affirmation before leaning back into you and taking one long lick from your entrance back up to your clit once more. His tongue was flat, placing pressure almost painstakingly against all the right nerves as he all but consumed you.

“Fuuuuuuccckkkkk,” you cried out, gripping onto Steve’s tanned biceps that were now wrapped protectively around you as you rode through your first of many orgasms. Both men let out stifled moans in approval of your pleasure.

With a quick movement, Steve moved your body off of him and back onto the sofa. You completely lost yourself for a moment, the scene in front of you mingling with the intoxication of endorphins, leaving you in a warm bliss. The sound of The Police record spinning on the Squak turntable was the only thing keeping you semi-grounded in the moment.

His large fingers carded through his sweaty hair as Steve let out a snort, “She cums once and is decommissioned for a minute, my poor baby,” he flashed you a teasing smile, shaking his head as he turned back to Jonathan, who was looking just as glassy-eyed as he had been a minute ago.

“Aye. Eyes on me, Byers.” Steve chuckled, gently tapping Jonathan's cheeks.

Jonathan snapped out of his pussy-drunk state, “I-… sorry.”

“Huh. Good boy,” Steve nodded in approval, unbuckling his jeans. “You said you’ve never eaten a girl out before?”

The question earned a flush of warmth to Jonathan’s cheeks, “Uhm, no. Not until now,” he said, throwing a shy glance your way as your naked body was sprawled out so beautifully on the worn sofa.

Steve pushed down his jeans and belt, taking his black Hanes briefs along with them. Jonathan had heard the rumor that Steve was packing. Hell, all of Hawkins had to have known about Steve “Big Dick” Harrington at this point, but the cock that was in front of his eyes right now was nothing short of porn-esque. 

Steve pumped himself slowly, his large hand barely wrapping around the thickness of his cock. If it weren’t for the sight of pearled precum gathering at the tip, it would be Steve’s natural heady musk that drew Jonathan under the Harrington spell. Steve’s voice growled lowly, looking down at Jonathan, still kneeling below him, “Looks like tonight is gonna be a lot of firsts for you, huh, Byers?” his words taunted, Steve's thumb wiping the remaining sweet juices of you off Jonathan's lips.

“Sweetheart? C’mere, babygirl,” Steve exhaled, pulling your legs closer to him, “I want to fuck you with my fingers while you watch Jonathan and me try something new,” Steve smiled, sucking your cum from his thumb, “Can you do that for us? I promise Jonathan and I will play with you again if you’re good… maybe at the same time…if your pretty holes can take it, of course,” he winked.

You immediately blushed once again, pink cheeks glowing as you adjusted your position close enough for Steve to caress your skin once more.

Steve laughed, turning to Jonathan. “hear that, Byers? If you make me come, I’ll let you fuck my girl.”

“Is that a challenge, Harrington? Cause you seem to be enjoying this more than I expected.”

Steve let out a loud scoff before turning to wink at you. He began taking off his shirt to reveal his heavy torso, tuffs of brunette chest hair curling about. Steve’s fingers gently touched Jonathan’s cheek, tracing down to his lips.

“Pretty,” Steve began, dipping the fingers inside Jonathan’s mouth, eliciting another moan from the man as they gently pushed towards the back of his throat.

“Shh. I’m just getting you warmed up, don’t get too excited,” Steve chided, “although you do look rather pathetic right now, Byers. Looks good on you.”

Steve’s large fingers, now slick with Jonathan’s saliva, were finally removed from Jonathan’s mouth before he gently placing them into your warm, aching cunt once more. You tried your best to focus on your own upcoming orgasm, but it was quite distracting watching Jonathan stick out his swollen tongue, a look of concentration in his eyes as he assessed Steve’s massive length for the best starting point before applying the same technique he’d done to you. One long, pressured lick from Steve’s balls to his tip, using a rather visible vein as his guide.

Steve tried to hold back a moan of ecstasy, but the pleasure of the moment seemed too much, even for him. Your boyfriend smiled, turning towards you with that spark of cockiness that always twinkled in his eyes during sex. “Mmm... see, babygirl? I told you the dress looks good on you!”

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[prettyglad]

hover — steve harrington x jonathan byers x ditsy!reader

summary — you’re always talking to strangers, you don’t see a problem with it. steve does, the ever protective boyfriend that he is. jonathan trusts you but is always keeping an eye on you.

poly steve x jonathan x reader, ditsy!reader, steve being overprotective, 1.8k words

Steve realizes something is wrong when he turns around mid-sentence and you’re not there.

You had been there, very distinctly there, wedged comfortably between him and Jonathan in the cramped souvenir shop, humming under your breath and flipping through a rack of postcards.

Steve had been talking about nothing important. Something about the radio. Or gas prices. Or how Hawkins somehow managed to smell like mildew and hot tar at the same time.

Now there’s just empty air. Steve stops talking so abruptly that Jonathan takes another two steps before realizing he’s alone.

Jonathan turns back, squints, then follows Steve’s frozen stare across the shop.

“Oh,” Jonathan says calmly. “She wandered.”

Steve’s jaw tightens. “She what?”

Jonathan gestures with his chin, subtle and unbothered.

You’re by the front of the shop, talking to a man Steve would generously describe as concerning. He’s tall and angular, wearing a jacket that looks like it’s been through several decades and at least one fire. His hair is doing something philosophical. He’s leaning down slightly to hear you better.

You’re talking. Animatedly. Steve’s heart rate spikes. He starts moving unthinkingly.

Jonathan reaches out, not to stop him, but to slow him down. Two fingers hook into the belt loop of his jeans.

“Give it a second,” Jonathan says. “She’s just talking.”

“She’s always just talking,” Steve mutters, eyes locked on you like he might be able to telepathically summon you back through sheer panic.

From across the shop, you make a vague circular motion with your hands, as if describing the size of something important. The man nods, deeply invested. You tilt your head, listening, smiling faintly.

Steve’s stomach drops. “Why does he look like that?”

Jonathan considers. “Like what?”

“Like he owns a van,” Steve says flatly.

Jonathan hums. “You own a van.”

Steve opens his mouth to argue and then shuts it again because you laugh, a light, distracted sound, and the man laughs too. The interaction doesn’t look tense nor threatening. Steve hates that most of all. Especially because it's not him making you laugh.

A minute later, you drift back like nothing happened, slotting neatly into place between them.

“Oh hey,” you say, casually. “He wanted to know if the lake ever freezes solid. I told him not really, but that people underestimate hypothermia.”

Steve stares at you. Jonathan blinks. “Did he say why he was asking?”

You shrug. The stack of necklaces sparkle over your bare neck. You pull together your lips in a line, sticky with a pink gloss. “Something about statistics. Or ghosts.”

Steve drags a hand down his face. Puts his hands on his hips like a disgruntled father. “Okay. New rule.”

“No,” Jonathan and you say, perfectly in sync.

Steve frowns and looks between the two of you exasperatedly, his brows pulled together tightly. “You don’t even know the rule yet.”

“You always announce rules right before panicking,” Jonathan says and makes a good point. The two of you look at each other and roll your eyes.

You nod thoughtfully. “And they’re usually very situational.”

Steve points at you and you think he wants to stomp his foot. You wouldn't put it past him, he has a tendancy to act a little bit like a child sometimes. “Don’t let her talk to strangers.”

There’s a pause.

You tilt your head and smile, though it's more of a frown.“I don’t think that’s enforceable.”

Jonathan raises an eyebrow and scoffs a little bit. You trust him to not fall for Steve's stupid ideas. A team. “Also, define ‘stranger.’”

Steve gestures vaguely toward the front of the shop with his head and doesn't uncross his arms. “That guy.”

“He's not a stranger anymore,” you say. “We spoke.”

“That’s—” Steve cuts himself off, takes a breath. “Okay. Fine. Revised. Don’t let her talk to sketchy strangers.”

“Subjective.” Jonathan hums again. “And she’s not stupid.”

You frown, considering. “He wasn’t sketchy. He was just…intense.”

Steve makes a noise like he’s being personally wronged by the universe. You take Jonathan by the arm and drag him along. You're not mad at him, he doesn't see you as a casualty. Though the rule, if it can even be called that, lasts exactly twelve minutes.

You’re at the diner down the street, sliding into a cracked vinyl booth. Steve complains immediately about the coffee. Too weak, somehow burnt and sour. Jonathan scans the menu like the three of you don't come here weekly.

“There’s a woman crying, going into the bathroom,” you say suddenly instead of sitting down with the boys. “Be right back.”

Steve reaches for your wrist out of instinct, and stops himself halfway. “Can't you stay here? What do you want to eat?”

Jonathan doesn’t look up. “Pancakes,” he guesses.

Steve watches you disappear down the hallway, jaw tight. He decides to stare at the menu too and decide what he wants himself. Maybe pancakes as well.

Jonathan sips his coffee. “You know she’s good at this.”

Steve exhales sharply. “Good at what.”

“People,” Jonathan says like it's kinda obvious. “In her own way.”

Steve opens his mouth, closes it, then taps his fingers against the table instead. Restless. Waiting. Five minutes stretch longer than they should.

Steve is halfway out of the booth, after arguing with Jonathan about it, when you return, holding a napkin and smiling faintly.

“She’s okay,” you say and throw yourself down into the booth. You place your hand onto Steve's thigh, red nail polish against the blue of his denim. “She just needed someone to listen, and a dollar. I gave her the dollar.”

Steve squints and looks down at your hand. “You just carry emergency money for strangers?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” you blink. “Did you order me pancakes?”

Jonathan snorts into his cup and decides to call the server over.

Steve stares at the table. “I’m losing control of my environment.”

By the third interaction of the day, Steve stops pretending he’s relaxed. The pretense is thin and fraying. Jonathan has given up entirely on worrying for the both of you. He leans on the assumption that you’ve got this covered, even if Steve’s jaw is tight and his stance rigid.

It’s the gas station. The air smells like fuel and hot pavement. Jonathan’s inside paying. Steve leans against the car, arms crossed, watching you pace loosely nearby, kicking stones with your beat up converse. Your movements are casual, almost bored, but your awareness hums under the surface.

A man at the next pump clears his throat. Steve straightens so quickly it’s like someone flipped a switch. The man says something to you, and your attention shifts immediately, turning your body toward him, polite but alert.

Steve pushes off the car. “God.” His tone is sharp, automatic, protective.

Jonathan appears at the door just then, a bag of snacks in hand. “What’s happening?” he asks, eyebrows raised, sensing the tension.

“She’s happening,” Steve says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. A statement of fact, not opinion. He feels it keenly, the rhythm of the day, the way the three of you orbit each other. Today, it’s all in motion.

Jonathan glances just in time to see you nod seriously, lips moving in conversation. Whatever you said, it makes the man pause mid-word. A small, private smile spreads across his face as he shakes his head in quiet amusement.

“Huh,” the man murmurs, blinking once.

Steve is already halfway across the lot, boots crunching on gravel. “Hey—”

“It’s fine,” you call, dismissing him with a single, graceful wave. “He just wanted to know if the road curves after mile marker six. He’s got a horse in that trailer.”

Steve freezes, hand in mid-air. “Does it?”

“Yes,” you and Jonathan say in perfect unison, the sound of confirmation ringing clear in the sunbaked lot.

The man nods, thanks you, and leaves.

Steve stands there, dumbstruck, blinking at the empty space where the encounter just happened. Jonathan watches him, quiet but sharp-eyed. “He needed help.”

Steve exhales, a rush of frustration and admiration tangled together. “I know. I just,” He gestures helplessly at you. “You don’t screen people.”

You pause and think. “I do. Just not consciously.”

Jonathan tilts his head. “Pattern recognition.”

Steve squints, unimpressed. “You’re not helping.”

Later, the humor has thinned, leaving a quieter, more persistent kind of worry. You’re perched on the hood of the car, legs swinging freely, watching clouds drift in shapes only you recognize. Jonathan leans casually nearby, camera dangling from one hand. Steve lingers a few steps back, tense but patient.

“I trust you,” Steve says finally, careful, deliberate, as if weighing every word before letting it go. “I do. I just worry because you don’t always see what I see.”

You study him for a long moment, quiet, reflective. Your gaze softens, not defensive, just thoughtful, taking him in. The tension in his shoulders, the way his hands curl slightly at his sides, the stubborn pride mixed with worry, it’s all visible if you look closely enough.

“I see different things,” you reply, soft, matter-of-fact. Your voice carries no judgment, just a simple statement of truth.

Jonathan glances between the two of you, his expression open curiosity. His camera forgotten for a moment.

“I leave when it feels wrong,” you add, letting your words hang in the air. “I just don’t announce it.”

Steve blinks, surprised. His chest rises and falls as he processes the admission. “You do?” His voice is quieter now.

“Yes,” you say simply, a calm, grounding certainty to your tone, as if that alone should settle any lingering doubt.

Jonathan smiles faintly, the corner of his lips tilting in recognition. “She’s actually very good at disengaging,” he observes. “She just engages first.”

Steve lets out a low laugh despite himself, a sound half exasperated, half impressed. “That’s the worst possible order.”

You grin, the corners of your mouth tilting up with quiet pride. “It works.”

Steve nods slowly, letting it sink in. “Okay. No rule.” His voice is lighter now, tinged with relief, though still cautious.

Jonathan waits a beat, amusement flickering in his eyes like he’s silently enjoying the quiet negotiation unfolding.

Steve exhales sharply, a little too theatrically, and throws his hands up in mock surrender. “New plan. You talk, we hover.”

You consider it carefully, tilting your head as your eyes follow the clouds above. “Reasonable.”

Jonathan nods, clearly satisfied. “That was already happening.”

Steve groans, dragging a hand down his face in exaggerated frustration, but there’s no real anger in it.

You hop down from the hood, letting your feet touch the sun-warmed asphalt. “You don’t have to worry so loudly,” you say to Steve. “We hear you anyway.”

Steve squeezes your hand, a quiet acknowledgment, and you see the tension in his chest ease fractionally. “Yeah. I know.”

You’re fine. You always were.

[djopuppy]

desiring harrington

pairing- steve harrington x reader x jonathan byers wc- 7.1k

summary: youve been sneaking around behind your boyfriend jonathan’s back to hook up with steve harrington. you decide to come clean, not knowing hes been fantasizing about steve too.

contains & warnings: (18+ smut! minors dni) female reader, threesome, oral m&f recieving, p in v, unprotected (just not specified) penetrative sex, dirty talk, pet names, dom!steve, slightly sub!jonathan, cheating, slight hurt/comfort, little fluff but mainly smutty, creampie, jonathan/steve exploring their sexuality gently, explicit language, whimpering.

you’ve been dating jonathan byers for a year, and he is such an amazing boyfriend. he’s sweet, endearing, compassionate, and loving. he never gets mad at you, he does everything you ask of him, and he’s always there when you need him. dropping everything just for you. so, yeah, he’s perfect.

except for one major detail, he wasn’t very good at fucking you. i mean you orgasmed, sometimes, but it wasn’t life changing and it certainly didn’t make you crave sex, or leave you sore. it was average, and you really wanted your pussy to be mindlessly fucked. you wanted to feel it for days.

steve harrington on the other hand, knows how to fuck, and his dick is in fact life changing. he leaves you aching and wanting for days at a time. biting your lip hard enough to draw blood so you avoid moaning steves name as jonathan fucks you.

you began seeing steve just over two months ago. it first began when the two of you were alone at the squawk while jonathan, nancy, and robin were on a supply run a few towns over for a crawl that week.

you certainly didn’t plan to cheat on your boyfriend, and you definitely didn’t plan on cheating on him with steve harrington of all people. jonathan always made it quite clear how much he didn’t like steve. on and on about how arrogant and selfish he is.

the night was slow, and stormy. you waited quietly together at first, and then began to talk tentatively. you’d never had a real conversation with him that wasn’t about demogorgans or survival. you quickly realized how easy it was to talk to him, and how charming he was without even trying. you also realized how undeniably attracted you were to him.

you found yourself thinking about him in ways you shouldn’t have. you’d lick your lips as he would stretch his arms up and his t shirt would ride up his waist, exposing his tummy and the dark trail of hair sitting right above the button of his jeans. you’d shift your thighs together as he lifted equipment around the radio station, his biceps flexing with each movement. rubbing the back of your neck to play it cool as he’d make such intense eye contact with you. his eyes were so much different than jonathan’s. steve’s were intense and wide, you felt like you could drown in them. while jonathan’s always looked so soft and sleepy.

you forced yourself to snap out of it as steve came closer to lean against the desk you were sitting at. his moments were casual, and you were certain he wasn’t having the same explicit thoughts you had. you opened your mouth to continue speaking casually right as lightning struck, and the power went out. steve was instantly annoyed, cursing under his breath as he asked for your help in the electrical closet to shine a flashlight while he tried to turn the generator on.

the generator closet was small, really small, and he insisted you go in first. you’ll never know if the movement was intentional or not, but as he stepped behind you to take a look, his chest and lower body pressed into your back. you immediately felt his hard erection pressing against your back. you let out a soft breathy sound, and instinctively pushed back into him. his hips grinding back against you as neither of you commented on it. you just continued to grind on another in the darkness of the closet. his hands began to travel all over your sides, his hands were so big. they spanned your entire waist, and he noticed and took advantage of that quickly. next thing you knew you were being fucked against a dark wall while steve harrington held you up with your legs wrapped around his waist as he absolutely destroyed your pussy. you came three times, and could barely walk the next morning. his moans and breathy whispers still live in your dreams at night.

two months later and you’re still sneaking around to be fucked by him. it’s not emotional on your end at all, your heart lays entirely with jonathan, but it doesn’t make the guilt feel any lighter. the sex is just way too good, you’ve tried to stop. you have, really, but you find yourself face down in the back seat of his pristine bmw while he pounds into you from the back, yanking your hair up to expose your neck and arch your body back to melt into his deep thrusts.

he was completely and utterly intoxicating. you finally understood why they called him king steve all those years ago.

for the last week now, the guilt has absolutely eaten at you, you can barely be around jonathan without your heart feeling heavy. you know what you’re doing is wrong, and you wouldn’t justify it if he found out.

you’re laying in jonathans bed at the byers household, your back leaning against the headboard as you read a magazine. he walked into the room holding a plate with a small shy smile. “hey, love. i made you those cookies”

“you’re so sweet, thank you” you responded softly

he shrugged lightly, his shoulders near his ears as he murmured “of course.. can i get you anything else? anything at all?”

all you could do is shake your head as you looked at your boyfriend who loved you so much. who loved you enough to run to the corner store at midnight just because you said you wanted cookies. you could feel your throat tightening and your eyes beginning to water as he laid down next to you on his side of the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist as you leaned against the headboard.

he tilted his head to look up at you and his brow furrowed once he registered the sad look in your eyes. “baby? is.. something wrong? is it the cookies? are they the wrong ones or something?”

his concern making your throat feel even tighter “no.. no, love. everything’s fine” as you looked away and wiped at your eyes.

his voice softened as he sat up slowly “wait.. don’t do that. talk to me. what’s going on? talk to me.” his voice had taken a pleading edge.

you let out a shaky breath as your gaze lowered to the comforter, your fingers fiddling with a loose string. “i.. i can’t, jon. i can’t.”

you looked up, risking a quick glance at him, before looking back down. you could see the confusion that was written all over his face.

“of course you can. you can tell me anything, you know that, right? come on. talk to me.” he began to rub soothing circles against your thigh.

“you don’t understand. you’ll.. you’ll hate me.” you choked out the words quietly.

jonathan slowly straightened up fully “hate you? why would i hate you? what’s going on, please talk to me. you’re worrying me.”

you swallowed hard, squeezing your eyes shut as if you could erase the truth of your infidelity. the words came out in a rush, a quiet rush. “ive been.. hanging out with steve harrington sometimes”

jonathan stilled completely. the only reaction was his eyes widening and his jaw going agape in complete and utter shock. his voice was strained when he finally spoke “hanging out with? what.. what do you mean?”

you just shook your head. you couldn’t meet his eyes. you knew you’d shatter once you saw those soft sleepy eyes full of hurt and heartbreak.

“what do you mean?” he pleaded, his hand starting to shake your thigh, voice rising slightly.

“ive been sleeping with him! okay!” your voice breaking on the words as you let out a choked sound that might have been a sob “ive been sleeping with him”.

jonathan stayed completely still, it was quiet for a few long minutes. “you’ve been fucking steve harrington?” he asked bluntly.

you flinched with how direct the question was and how flat his voice sounded before you nodded once.

it got quiet again. too quiet, you were sure he was going to tell you to get the fuck out and throw your things out the door. until he finally spoke again. “so.. what.. um” he cleared his throat “what was it like?”

your head snapped up in horror. “you.. you want me to describe it to you?” the horror in your eyes quickly faded as you registered the shy look on his face. “jonathan?” you asked in confusion.

he began to rub at the back of his neck, a nervous gesture, before he began to stammer “jus- just like out of.. you know curiosity.”

you blinked once as if trying to clear your mind. before saying in disbelief “why.. why aren’t you furious? why aren’t you yelling at me? why are you so… calm?”

his face immediately turned beet red as he began to open and close his mouth soundlessly.

“jonathan?” you pressed. “why aren’t you angry?”

he looked down with a sheepish look. it was clear how embarrassed he was. “i.. i guess i’ve.. always…..”

“always what? always what, jon?” you pressed immediately but gently

“….always.. wondered?” the admission seemed to cost him something and he curled in on himself lightly on the bed, his arms coming to encircle his knees.

understanding began to register in your eyes as you took in his flustered shy expression. “you’ve always.. wondered about… steve?”

he only nodded once, you could see the tension in his shoulders by the way they were drawn all the way up to his ears.

“jonathan… what.. what do you mean? please just.. talk to me” you tried to maintain a calm voice, a gentle voice, but you were thrumming with anxiety.

he stammered over his words “i- i don’t.. i don’t know, okay! i-i just always.. wondered.. what he’d be like. in.. in a.. sexual setting”

you nodded slowly as you scooted slightly closer to him “okay… wondered.. why? to.. learn? or to.. experience?”

his neck snapped up at your suggestion, his eyes wide with something that looked like shame and fear. “wh.. what.. that’s.. that’s crazy.. I-“ he cut himself off as he realized how flustered he probably looked.

“you’ve fantasized about steve.” you said softly. it wasn’t a question, and it wasn’t in confusion anymore either. it was a statement, and suddenly it all made sense. the way he hated everything steve did, and every word he ever spoke about steve. it wasn’t said in hatred, it was said in envy. a twisted envy because he could never learn steve the way he truly wanted to.

“okay.. i.. i don’t know where we.. go from here, jon. do you want.. to still be with me? i.. ill stop seeing him. i will, baby.”

he seemed to consider this question for awhile before he said soft, yet with a thread of steel you’ve never heard from him. “i want to participate”

your jaw dropped. you had expected this conversation to head many different ways, and not a single one ended with jonathan asking to join in on steve fucking you. your throat felt incapable of creating any sort of sound.

“if he says no then he says no and we.. we’ll figure our shit out one way or another but.. i wanna ask. i wanna.. know what it’s like to be in that atmosphere.”

all you did was nod with wide eyes, it felt like he was handing you a gift straight from the filthiest of your fantasies. of course you’ve fantasized about having both of them. steve’s roughness with jonathan’s softness… even imagining it made you feel dizzy.

you slowly leaned over to pick up the phone resting on his nightstand by the edge of the bed and dialed a number you unfortunately knew by heart. your fingers twisting the phone cord as it ringed once.. twice.. before the charming and relaxed voice of steve harrington cut in to the dial.

“harrington here. what’s up?”

“steve?” you said quietly, embarassed almost.

“was wondering when you’d call again. i can pick you up at the corner in 10, baby” you could hear the eagerness in his tone.

you quickly interjected “wait..no.. hold on a second. i um, i have to ask you something.”

“ask me something? uh.. alright? what is it.” steve said cautiously.

“would you be.. open to.. a threesome?” the words tumbled out before you could stop them.

the line went dead quiet as you heard steve’s breath hitch.

he laughed nervously “you’re.. joking right? a threesome. c’mon.”

“no.. no im.. im serious. it’d be with me, obviously. and.. and jonathan” the words were quiet, and filled with an anxiety that you could feel in your chest.

“uhhh i don’t know about that, man. that’s um.. that’s certainly a proposition. byers? me.. you.. and byers”

“mhm” you hummed, not trusting your throat to speak any real words.

“let me.. let me think on it, alright? ill um.. call you back.”

you nodded even though he couldn’t see you “okay, steve. have.. a good night”

“wait” he stopped you before you could lower the phone to hang up.

“yes?” you asked cautiously.

“so are we.. not fucking tonight then? cause i can still come pick you up.”

“no.. no, steve. we’re.. we’re not fucking tonight. we um.. we probably won’t fuck again unless we do the threesome”

“oh.” was all he said.

you let out a soft sigh “yeah… well just let me know.. okay?”

you heard the dial tone soon after that.

a week of silence went by. heavy silence between you and steve, and strained silence between you and jonathan. you’d continued seeing eachother, and sleeping over at his house, but it was different. it felt different. you figured it would be that way for awhile, you knew that you deserved worse too but you couldn’t help but yearn for the way he used to be with you. so sweet and soft.

you were reading a book on jonathans couch when the phone began to ring. jonathan was going through a few of his photographs before he began to walk over to the phone, picking it up to mutter “byers household.”

you stared at him as he talked on the phone, his voice was low but his eyes were wide and his lips were parted in some sort of shock.. or disbelief? maybe surprise. you couldn’t tell because you couldn’t hear a thing. once he hung up he turned to look towards you then walked over and sat next to you on the couch.

“who was it?” you asked cautiously.

he didn’t answer you with words. he just leaned in until his soft and slightly chapped lips were pressing against yours. it was more of a question, not the usual kiss of an intimacy that had grown over a year. he murmured against your lips between soft kisses “steve says he wants to do it” your heart pounded in excitement but you tried to hide it. focusing on the sensation of your boyfriend kissing you, your hand coming up to card through his sandy blonde hair. “mm?” you tried to seem dismissive. like it didn’t matter much to you. jonathans tongue began to trace the seam of your lips until you granted him access and then he began to claim your mouth with his tongue. his eagerness was palpable, and you were sure yours was too.

your pussy began to throb as you made out with your boyfriend on his couch. less from the feeling of him, and more from the thought of having him and steve at the same time. you didn’t care what the feeling was from, all that mattered was you were horny, and so was jonathan.

you began to unbutton his flannel and slide it off his shoulders, exposing his bare pale torso as you shimmied on the couch to push your cotton shorts down. his hands quickly moved to his pajama pants as he pushed them down his hips to free his already hard cock. he began to stroke himself slowly as you continued to makeout. your movements becoming messy and hot. he grabbed at your hips and arched them up as he positioned himself, not sparing you a second before his cock was sinking into you. his forehead dipped forward to rest in the crook of your neck as he began to slowly thrust in and out, his lips littering soft small kisses all down your jaw and neck as you held onto his waist, moaning softly into his ear. it was sweet.. and slow, and passionate. just like always. but it was the best sex you’ve had in your entire relationship, the biggest orgasm he’d ever given you, and it’s because you were both certainly thinking about steve harrington.

the following day you were laying on your stomach, feet kicked up as you read in jonathans bed. you were anxious, definitely, but fuck, you were so excited. you had only ever dreamed of being able to have both your boyfriend and the guy who fucks you so good at once. it felt like a dream come true. you weren’t sure how jonathan was feeling, he didn’t seem nervous. he seemed eager, and ready, but you knew the second it began he’d be so shy and flustered. steve was supposed to be coming over at 10pm. it was 9:15, and you could feel the energy thrumming through your body.

a few minutes past ten, you heard the engine of his bmw arriving. a sound you’ve trained yourself to know, for when you’re sneaking out your window to hop in the backseat of it. your pussy clenched at the memory. you could almost feel his hands now. rough and needy, gliding over your skin in possession, like he knew he was only one making you feel that way. because, he is.

you tried to listen as jonathan greeted steve at the front door but all you could hear was muffled noises, until you heard the weight of their footsteps move closer and closer to the bedroom you were in. you had to bite your lip to stop the smile from spreading across your face.

jonathan opened the door and stepped inside, he was wearing these light wash baggy jeans and a white worn t-shirt. steve was in his own light wash jeans, but they were tight on his thighs, and his ass. he had a navy polo on as well. it was definitely a size too small on purpose, it made his arms look bigger and his shoulders look broader. you watched as he began to shut the door behind him.

the second steve was in the room, his eyes were locked on your body laying in the bed. you had chosen to wear a white cami tank top and tiny cotton shorts. since you were laying on your stomach, your asscheeks were definitely visible to both the boys. steve’s gaze was always hot and hungry as it raked over you, it was as intense as a physical touch would be.

jonathan watched as steve undressed his girlfriend with his eyes. he didn’t seem angry, or even upset by it. he seemed turned on. you could see it in the way his cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes had darkened with pure undiluted hunger. you didn’t know who to look at. steve sexualizing you, or your boyfriend who was so horny because of steve sexualizing you.

you shifted on the bed as their gazes made your pussy throb. “hello, steve” you said with amusement.

“mm. hello.” he said low, his eyes tracing every inch of your soft skin.

you looked over at jonathan who was watching with wide eyes. he looked overwhelmed. that made you even hornier.

“baby? what would you like to start with? hm?” you asked jonathan softly.

“‘m not sure.. whatever you normally do.. just.. with me too.”

to my surprise steve turned his head to the side to meet jonathan’s gaze and murmured “how could ever forget you?” the tone sounded almost intimate. you were sure you misheard. you were sure.

jonathan’s breath hitched audibly at steve’s comment and his throat began to work as he swallowed.

you took that as a sign, a clear one. you sat up on the bed slowly, perched against the edge and patted each side of the bed next to you.

you’ve never seen two boys move so fast in your life. they were at your side immediately as you put one hand on each of their thighs. your body subtly shifted towards jonathan’s and you began to kiss him softly and slowly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as his thumb stroked your cheekbone tenderly. even now, he was so soft and sweet. you could feel steve’s gaze on you, he kept shifting on his side of the bed, his hand coming to your hip and then brushing against the side of your ribs. after about fourty five seconds of kissing your boyfriend, you pulled back and your eyes drank in the sight of him. his lips were still parted and slightly swollen, his eyes were squeezed shut, his face was flushed a delicate pink, and his chest was heaving rapidly. he looked completely overwhelmed, and you loved that this would just be the start.

your head turned slowly to then grant steve permission of what he’s been begging for with his eyes. his kiss is different, his is hungry and needy. he’s groaning and whimpering into your mouth as his tongue dominates your mouth. your head getting dizzy with the overwhelming desire that’s blooming in your stomach. once you pulled back from steve, you settled back into the middle between them. neither one of them wasted any time as they began kissing your neck. jonathan’s hands exploring your waist as he scooted closer, his hipbone nearly touching yours. steve’s hands were traveling up to grip your breasts, circling your hardening nipple through the fabric of your thin cami. his other hand kept wandering though, towards your hip and then further. to rest on jonathan’s hip, pulling him in closer til there wasn’t any space between us three. steve’s lips traveled back up to yours as he kissed you hard again, while jonathan’s lips were all over your neck, you could feel his teeth graze your skin before he’d soothe it with his tongue. jonathans lips traveled up your neck and past your jaw as he began to kiss you at the same time steve was. the three of you making out and your tongues fighting for control. both boys groaning as they indulged in a three way kiss with you until you slowly began to pull back.

you rested your elbows on the bed and leaned back while you watched your boyfriend make out with steve harrington. you weren’t even sure if they knew they were full on making out without you yet. you certainly weren’t going to interrupt. the kiss between jonathan and steve was messy and real, they weren’t really touching eachother much besides for steve’s hand lightly resting on jonathan’s hip, their other hands were still on your thighs and sides. watching them makeout was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen in your life, you had to fight the urge to get yourself off right there. it wouldn’t take long, certainly not. you could feel how wet you were, it was starting to coat the inside of your thighs.

jonathan’s hands began to move from your thighs to steve’s face, that’s when he noticed the stubble texture on his fingers and slowly pulled back as they both registered you watching.

jonathan’s cheeks immediately flushed bright red. he had been making out with steve harrington, in his bed, while his girlfriend watched, and he was turned on by it. you murmured softly as you noticed their breathless and dazed appearances “don’t let me stop you.”

steve let out a breathless laugh and lowered himself beside you on the bed, his hand trailing all down your thigh and up your knee. jonathan stayed sitting up just staring at the two of you.

you noticed him watching quietly “baby? you alright?”

he nodded quickly with a soft dazed smile. you could tell he was overwhelmed, his senses were at an overload probably but something about watching him get ruined was really doing it for you.

steve’s hand began to slip past the waistband of your shorts as he groaned “i can practically smell how wet you are. you gotta spread those pretty legs for us, hm?”

you nodded eagerly. you loved this. you loved being dominated and controlled in the bedroom. you wanted someone to tell you what to do and when to do it, and steve loved control. jonathan was a bit of both. sometimes he would like control, and sometimes he wanted nothing to do with it. it was mainly the latter.

jonathan watched as you obediently spread your legs wider for steve, one leg hooking around jonathan’s leg to spread you. his hand began to stroke your inner thigh on his leg as steve finally slipped his hand inside your pants. he let out a breathy desperate moan when his fingers finally explored how needy you really were.

“fu-fuck. you’re fucking soaked. god, you hear that, byers? listen to how wet she is. wanna taste you so bad, baby” steve moaned out.

“please.. i need your mouth…” you said, desperate for more friction. that’s when steve instructed jonathan. “im gonna eat her out, keep her quiet. use.. you know.”

jonathan blinked in genuine confusion, the innocence making you smile fondly. “use…?”

steve rolled his eyes half heartedly. “fuck her pretty little mouth, byers”

he swallowed hard as he looked down at his girlfriend then up at steve, then nodded. jonathan shifted his weight and got up onto his knees on the bed as steve’s body began to shift downwards, pulling your shorts and panties with him as he went. jonathan looked down at you as he began to undo his jeans and pushed them off, tossing them in a pile on the floor. your hands moved up eagerly to help him free his cock from his boxers. as your fingers were tightening on the band of jonathans boxers, your entire body jolted as steve gently nipped at your already swollen clit. your body tensing in a intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain, a dance steve knew well. you kept trying to help jonathan undo his boxers but your body was experiencing so much pleasure it was hard to focus on anything other than the head of soft brown hair groaning in between your thighs as if it was his last meal on earth.

once jonathan helped you finally free his throbbing cock, your eyes glazed over in desire at the sight of your boyfriends length, you opened your mouth wide so you could take all of him. he whimpered as he took in your eagerness, and ran a hand through your hair as his thumb stroked your temple. “you’re so beautiful, baby” he murmured. the soft praise made your heart flutter even as steve’s tongue was lapping at you relentlessly. your tongue gently began to slide against the swollen head of his cock, it twitched the second you made contact. his body shuddering as he moaned instantly. the sound was loud in the quiet room, and it made steve moan in response.

“god, byers, make that sound again” steve groaned as his nose brushed against your clit and made your body arch into his face in response.

jonathans face began contorting in pleasure as the heat of your mouth wrapped around his cock, your tongue swirling around the tip while steve praised the noises he was making. you pushed your head further to take him fully down your throat as tears became to prick at your eyes from the overwhelming fullness of it. your body arched mindlessly at the dual sensation. jonathans hand began to tighten in your hair as he whimpered while you hollowed your cheeks and moaned around him. the vibration causing him to involuntarily buck his hips, making you gag around him.

steve’s large hands tightened on your hips to ensure you stayed still for him while his tongue flicked at your clit. he kept looking up at you sucking off jonathan above him, the sight causing his eyelids to flutter and he groaned in response.

“fu-fuck i.. im gonna cum if you keep doing that.. please.. i.. i wanna do more.. please baby” jonathan pleaded but you didn’t let up for a second. loving the way his body was completely overwhelmed, the sight of him trembling making the pleasure in your stomach tighten unbearably. you let out a long moan around his cock as you came all over steves face, his lips and nose glistening as he looked up breathlessly with swollen lips. you whimpered as he began to tease your clit with his thumb as he grinned.

“so messy, baby.” steve whispered as he slowly moved up your body. his hand coming up to tangle in your hair on the opposite side of your head. his fingers brushing over jonathans as he put his other hand on jonathans bare hip to guide his movements in your mouth. “mmm just like that, yeah.. god. she can barely take it” he murmured as he looked up at jonathan with hungry eyes.

the feeling of steves hand on his hip stroking his bare skin and guiding his hips was making his brain short circuit. he whimpered continuously as he let his body be guided by steve while you bobbed your head faster and faster. his eyes fluttered as his head fell back to expose his throat. a long groan fell from his lips as he spilled into your mouth. your motions slowing as your mouth milked him dry, slowly releasing him then swallowing all of what he gave you as he softened.

“she’s such a good girl, isn’t she, byers?” steve cooed. all jonathan could do was nod, the aftershocks of his orgasm still thrumming through his body. steves hand moved from jonathans hip up to tangle in jonathans hair as jonathan sat back down. he guided your mouth up to jonathans, holding both of you by the hair as you made out messily with your boyfriend, while steve guided your heads.

“jesus christ.. you’re so fucking hot together. keep.. keep kissing like that” he pleaded while he began to undo his belt to push his jeans off. his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you hungrily make out with your boyfriend. moaning into his mouth and grinding your hips uselessly in the air. jonathans hands were all over you, one hand still tangling in your hair until it bordered on pain. the other sliding up and down your side until his fingers found the trim of your cami and began to pull it up and over your head, freeing your tits for their eyes and hands. steve took in a sharp hiss in between his teeth at the sight of you bare and flushed underneath him. you then moved your hands frantically to practically rip his shirt over his head, hands roughly running down his torso.

he quickly stood up to push his jeans down almost tripping over his feet as he kicked them off his ankles and shed his boxers just as eagerly. jonathan looked up at the sound of fabric rustling, and his breath caught in his throat as he took in the size of steve. a strangled sound escaped his throat and his cheeks flushed even redder.

jonathan assumed steve was big, it was talked about all throughout high school, but seeing him so close, knowing that he was about to stretch his girlfriend in front of him sent a jolt straight to his softened cock.

steve leaned forward to grab at your hips and pull you forward so your ass was on the edge of the bed, lining you up to his hard and wanting cock. he began to tease your clit with the head as whines fell from his lips at the sensation. he began gripping your hips harder to steady himself. your eyes rolled back as you felt him tease your sensitive clit, moaning unrestrained into jonathans mouth.

steve began to slowly push inside of your dripping heat as jonathan pulled back from your mouth to watch. his hand tightening on your hair to guide your head to force you to watch the intrusion. “baby… he’s gonna fucking break you..” he whined as you nodded rapidly with your eyes squeezed shut when you felt steves cock began to push further inside of you, the stretch a welcome and familiar burn.

your eyes shot open as you heard steve moan “how the fuck are you still so tight, god.. been fucked so many times and it’s still gripping me” you took a shaky breath at his words, steadying yourself as he began to roll his hips in a steady rhythm, a rhythm you knew would end up punishing once he started to feel your walls clenching around him.

jonathan began to slowly stroke his hardening cock as he watched your body jolt with each thrust that began to get rougher and rougher. his eyes locked on the straining biceps in steves arms as he held your hips down pushing you further into the mattress while he thrusted his cock inside you, bottoming out to the hilt before slowly pulling out and slamming back inside of you. each thrust had you crying out choked noises as jonathan began to stroke your hair in time with stroking his own cock.

“you take him so well… how does it feel? baby tell me.. please. how does he feel?” he pleaded gently.

“s’good.. oh jon.. jon” you moaned your boyfriends name as steve fucked into your dripping cunt “he feels so good, i.. it feels like he’s splitting me open” your words started to stammer as steve lifted your hips up, the angle making his cock reach even deeper. you let out a choked scream that quickly turned into a moan as your eyes rolled back, the new pace and angle making you see stars and your vision threatened to blur out.

steve was moaning and panting above you, his eyes rolling back as he would bite his lip to stifle a moan. your eyes were locked on him as he grabbed the back of his shirt by the neck and yanked it off, leaving him bare and illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the blinds. the sight making you bold and arching your back up “so fucking sexy, mmm, steve…you feel so good” you moaned out while your tits began to bounce as his thrusts became frantic losing all premise of control.

“y-you can’t.. fuck…. fuck you’re so hot.. this what you wanted, mm?” he panted out as you felt the pleasure in your core tightening unbearably.

you nodded over and over again “yes.. yes.. yes.. this-this is what I wanted” jonathan’s hands began to squeeze your breasts as his thumb circled your nipples, tightening his grip on them and pinching them just enough to make your body jolt. the pleasure became so overwhelming. every nerve in your body screaming at the sensation of being caressed by your boyfriend next to you, and destroyed by steve above you.

the orgasm that hit you felt like a tidal wave taking over your body. your legs trembled uncontrollably as you panted. every brush of a touch making your body jolt due to how sensitive you were now. the feeling of your walls clenching tightly caused steve to pull out abruptly as he came all over your stomach. streaks of white hot cum painted over your stomach and tits, even getting on jonathan’s fingers that were still toying with your nipples.

jonathan glanced down at his fingers that were now covered in steve’s cum, and slowly lifted them to your mouth “open up, baby. clean up his mess” he said shyly. you immediately obeyed and took his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue over them as you sucked steve’s cum off your boyfriends fingers. your eyes locked on jonathan’s, and the sight of you caused his hand on his cock to speed up. he began pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth, the rhythm matching the stroke of his other hand. steve watched completely transfixed as you cleaned his cum.

“s’good…” you said breathlessly when jonathans fingers finally left your mouth.

“yeah? he taste good?” he asked

you nodded once, slowly, and licked the corner of your lips to catch the remaining cum, not wanting to waste a drop.

you heard steve groan as he began to trail his fingers through the mess he made on your stomach before he leaned down and dragged his tongue from your core all the way up your stomach, tasting himself. you bit your lip hard at the sight, arousal already thrumming through your body again. “tell me, baby. tell me i taste good.”

your eyes shifted to steve as you panted out “you.. you taste incredible. s’good steve.. so good” you said earnestly.

steve’s eyes shifted to jonathan’s as jonathan continued to stroke his cock. “you wanna fuck her too now, byers? bet she’d still wrap around your cock like a vice.” jonathan swallowed hard as he began to move to trade positions with steve.

he murmured softly, slightly breathless, before positioning his throbbing cock. “you okay, sweetheart?” precum smeared all over the head as his hips bucked into his hand. he was still so sweet and soft, even after watching you get completely ruined, your body still trembling and aching.

“yes, jon.. please.. i want you so bad.. i need you to fuck me..” you begged as steve began to stroke your hair softly from where he laid next to you.

jonathan climbed over you, his knees on each side of your knees and he planted his hands on either side of your head and said with a softness that made your heart flutter “you don’t have to beg, love. id give you anything you want. you are.. so beautiful” he praised as his cock began to slowly slide into you, soft whimpers falling from his lips as he began to bottom out. his eyes squeezing shut from the sensation. he could practically feel the heat that lingered from steve’s cock which made his head spin. he took a shaky breath before beginning to slowly and softly move his hips against you.

you let out a soft moan, your hips arching up to meet his, desperately seeking more friction and force.

steve looked up as he noticed the arch, his eyes darting between your face and where your body met jonathan’s, and he let his hand slowly move to rest on the small of jonathan’s back, pressing down with a pressure that made jonathan thrust harder. a sharp sound escaped jonathan, full of surprise and an overwhelming desire.

“come on, byers. fuck her like you mean it.” steve said low, with a thread of command, making jonathan comply immediately. his hips beginning to speed up against you, causing you to moan louder. your hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as he fucked you harder than he ever had.

his breathing was ragged as he leaned into your ear “is.. is this.. okay?” he asked

“okay? look at her, man. her body is fucking begging for it” steve groaned out. “she’s taking you so fucking deep, completely lost in it”

you moved a hand from jonathan’s hair to tangle in steve’s hair and guided his mouth towards yours. you kissed him desperately and messy, moaning against his lips as his tongue clashes against yours. he pulled back to look up at jonathan who was lost in the sensation of your pussy, his eyes locked on where your mouth met steve”s.

“you're doing so good.. making her feel so good. bet you've dreamed about this, huh? fucking her while i watch?” steve asked with a slight smirk on his face as he began to kiss you with his eyes open, locked on jonathan’s.

jonathan’s only response was a whimper, his hips becoming more frantic until steve’s hand shifted from his back to his hip. gripping tightly to guide his hips in a controlled punishing rhythm that left your body screaming.

steve noticed the effect he was having and loved it as you kissed open mouthed wet kisses all down his throat, groaning and whimpering each time jonathan would bottom out in your pussy.

steve’s voice was full of filth, and aimed directly at jonathan. “you hear the sounds she's making for you? that's all you, man.” he whispered. she's coming apart on your cock and it's the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen” you could hear the pure arousal in his tone.

the filthy words, the feeling of your all consuming heat, the grip of your pussy made the world narrow to one point for jonathan. “steve…” he moaned “i.. i.. can’t..”

the second you heard your boyfriend cry out steve’s name, your legs began to tremble as you gasped against steve’s throat “oh- oh god.. jonathan…” you panted out as you bit down on steve’s neck to stifle the scream that escaped your lips as you came apart for them again, coating jonathan’s cock. a ragged moan escaped him as he stilled and spilled all inside you, unable to pull out in time. his body dropping to collapse on top of you and his head pressing in your neck. “shit- shit baby.. i.. im sorry it just felt s’good” he whined into your neck.

you slowly moved your lips away from steve’s neck, leaving a bite mark right over a prominent straining vein. “ s’okay, love.. i.. it’s okay..” you said breathlessly as jonathan shifted onto his side and rolled off your body.

steve pulled his hand back from jonathan’s hip and let out a shaky breath that almost came out as a laugh as he laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling next to you with a wide satiated grin. jonathan curled closer into your side and his head found the hollow of your neck again.

you could feel his lips curving into a soft smile as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

steve shifted slightly, unsure how to proceed. he cleared his throat. “so.. uh.. you guys want me to stay or should i head out?”

jonathan looked up at steve and slowly reached a hand towards him to rest on steve’s bare hip. “stay…there’s.. there’s so much more that i’ve fantasized about” he said quietly in a suggestive tone

“yeah.. okay.. ill stay” as he curved his body into your other side and rested his hand on jonathan’s hip, mirroring his action. you smiled softly as they began to fall asleep against your shoulder, you were already fantasizing in your head. you had a taste of both, and you were starving for more.

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i hope you enjoyed! i had so much fun writing this, and i literally love steve and jonathan. watched challengers and imagined art and patrick as stonathan, sooo made a fic out of it. thank u for reading, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. ♡

dividers by: @enchanthings

[harringtonsslvt]

୨ৎ 18+ PLUGGED IN (HALF-LIFE)

⤷ tags: steve harrington x jonathan byers x reader, threesome, handjobs, blowjobs, oral f and m receiving, photography, 1k words ⤷ prompt: "Oooh you wanna write about reader giving jonathan and steve a double handjob sooo bad you wanna write about it sooo bad… 😝" ⤷ author's note: you know what they say, you haven't lived until you gave stonathan simultaneous handjobs (i said that)

“on your knees.”

you complied, swallowing laboriously. you could feel the cold floor digging into the joint of your knee in the most delicious manner. your clit palpitated in arousal and slickness gathered in your underwear.

glancing up, you felt a crimson colour flush across your face. they looked so smug, jonathan and steve, two pairs of brown eyes washing up and down your bare skin almost hungrily.

you could feel your hair cascading around your face, and your skin felt extraordinarily sensitive against any touch. steve unzipped his jeans, and jonathan followed suit. they were so big you could’ve almost cried from the imaginary feeling of them filling you up at once, splitting you into half like a fuckin’ pistachio.

your hands reached up to grab them, and you gently stroked the length. steve let out a low, guttural groan while jonathan whimpered. moving your hand down, you let your thumbs press against the slit at their tips, flicking off pre-cum. they moaned, synchronized, and you could’ve came from the sound alone.

“s-smile,” jonathan whispered, stuttering. “smile for the camera, baby,”

you looked up to meet the flash of a camera. somehow knowing jonathan would be in the hawkins high photography studio, printing and hanging your disheveled state on the walls had you shivering- the thrill of your unravelling being exposed to the world.

meeting his gaze, you planted delicate kisses on the underside of his shaft, thumb rubbing careful circles over his tip while he grabbed your hair and tugged. you let out a sinful moan.

“hey, what about me?” steve whined petulantly.

you rolled your eyes before turning to him, hand still stroking up and down jonathan’s length.

“so fuckin’ greedy, harrington,” you breathed, before suddenly moving with a newfound ferocity. both men wailed, hips grinding up and down against your fingers. without warning, you took steve’s entire length into your mouth before gagging, once, twice, until tears came to your eyes and steve let out a broken moan.

you withdrew with an obscene “pop”, the sound making the three of you sigh in sync. a trail of spit connected your bright red lips to steve. you licked your lips, the taste of pre-cum smacking onto your tastebuds before you slipped your mouth onto jonathan’s tip, tongue lapping deliberately slowly at his slit until he arched into you, entire body shaking in pleasure.

with your continuous stroking, it wasn’t long before jonathan came. you quickly stuffed him into your mouth, swallowing every drop of his viscousness and pleasure. he ran fingers through his messy hair before flopping onto the bed in fatigue.

“you were always easy, byers.” steve snarked, but not before he fell into a stream of groans when your teeth grazed the top of his shaft. his high came sudden and hard. he convulsed against you before releasing into your throat. the delectable taste of steve and jonathan mixed- it was high heaven.

“fuck,” you murmured, drops of white coating the corners of your mouth.

it was barely a second before steve picked you up by the hips with a sudden fierceness, setting you on the bed and ripping your panties off. he grabbed the inside of your thighs and shoved until your wetness was written out for both of them to admire.

“they were new, steve!” you whined, but your eyes told a different story- all teary and glazed over with desire.

“i’ll get you as much lingerie as you want, baby,” steve said. “let me thank you for that fucking amazing blowjob.” he stroked your hair, his face lowering down to your cunt. you could feel his hot breath against you, and you shuddered.

click. another camera shutter. you could picture it already- jonathan bringing a photo to you, all blushing and shy. “look at it,” he would say, his dimple poking out before turning away. you, all spread out and turned on, face flushed with arousal, steve gazing seductively into your hole.

without warning, steve gave a harsh lick from the depths of your cunt to the top of your clit and you squealed, the sound muffled by the sudden, passionate kiss jonathan had engulfed you in. you could feel the crevices of his lips puzzling into yours, but not without steve’s meticulous licking at your clit, or the abruptness of his three fingers stuffing you full. your hips rolled up and down, desperate for more friction.

steve pulled his fingers out of you, other hand still rubbing tight circles at your clit. he sucked his index and groaned at your taste, before stuffing his middle finger into jonathan’s mouth, and his ring finger into yours. “suck,” he said, the words echoing around the walls.

“fuck,” jonathan breathed heavily. “you taste so good, doll.”

you shivered as jonathan leaned down again, painting a trail of kisses down your neck and onto your breasts. steve worked diligently, his hands never faltering as your walls stretched against him, his fingers hitting every sensitive spot.

when jonathan wrapped your nipple into his swollen lips, giving the tiniest bite, a loud moan escaped you, suddenly shuddering as your high hit you. steve worked you through it, his tongue pushing harsh flicks against your clit.

as your breathing slowed, they lay down next to you, steve on one side, jonathan on the other.

“she’s so pretty when she’s fucked out, steve,” jonathan remarked, causing you to whine.

“we should do this more,” steve sighed, glancing wistfully at the both of you, and you two murmured in agreement.

there you lay, sunset flooding inside the window through the tainted glass of the harrington house, painting everything an orangish-pink. it wouldn’t be long before steve suddenly looked at you with a renewed vigor, jonathan too, as they found a sudden urge for round two.

but for now, you were in equilibrium.

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YANDERE!STEVE X SOFT! FEM READER X YANDERE!JOHNATHON

SHES their angel, and that angel will soon be stuck in a cage of two shadows.

WHO knew that such a sweet and simple girl would gain the attention of an outcast like Johnathan Byers and a popular guy named Steve Harrington?

You didn’t expect for yourself to have Johnathan sneak into your house and take pictures of your semi-naked body when swimming in your backyard pool.

Or you didn’t expect Steve who only offered you a ride just to find where you live and how he can sneak up into your window.

It’s just weird. But you haven’t noticed it yet, Nancy has.

Nancy noticed that when she and Steve weren’t just working out, Steve would ignore everything and put his attention on you. She wasn’t mad, she was concerned at how obsessed he seemed.

She could look to see Johnathan’s dark eyes glaring at Steve’s love-struck ones. Steve’s eyes were clearly staring at your beautiful face.

In both of the boy’s eyes, there were no flaws in you.

Expect you did have one, you hated them both despite being the school’s sweetheart.

Yes, you’re soft spoken and sweet. But in the deepest part of your heart, you hated them. You were insecure. Scared of boys due to your mother’s sheltering you.

Steve always tries to get you out to go to parties and his own.

He always tried to get close to you all cause you helped him in history.

Steve thought it would be cute to say you both have history. You don’t. It’s just corny.

For Johnathan for this obsession to start, you clearly stuck up for him when others couldn’t. He captured your beauty the minute you complimented his photography skills. It struck him deeply while your words of encouragement stuck with him.

Prompting him to find his new ways of art.

You.

Johnathan clearly got caught by your friend Maria who saw him taking a picture of you and running off. She told you what happened, not knowing that Steve heard her.

That was the last time you saw her before a rumor spread around that she had killed herself. You went to the funeral with a heavy heart, and you cried your eyes out. Not caring that Steve was trying to comfort you. You didn't want his comfort.

You wanted your friend back.

But you didn’t know. That you would be caged by two males, who only want their Angel’s attention.