switch steve and switch reader only figuring out they're switches because of one joke wrestling moment where you end up on top of him and you're both like
"oh"
screams i love this sm
you don’t even remember what started it — something dumb, like calling steve “all fluff, no force,” which earned you a dramatic gasp and a muttered “i’ll show you fluff.”
next thing you know, you’re tangled on the living room rug, mock wrestling like kids, limbs everywhere, laughing too loud and pretending not to care when his grip lingers on your waist.
but then you twist—hook a leg, shift your weight—and suddenly you’re straddling him.
chest heaving. thighs around his hips. hands planted on his shoulders.
and steve freezes.
gone is the goofy grin. his eyes flick to your hands. his breath stutters.
you tilt your head, slow and curious. “huh.”
still panting.
“what?” he asks, but his voice is rough now. unsteady.
“you like this,” you say, testing the words, watching him closely.
he scoffs, but it’s weak. “yeah, sure. who wouldn’t want to be pinned by—”
you wrap one hand gently around his throat.
not squeezing. just resting there. barely any pressure at all.
his breath catches.
and then you feel it—underneath you, the sudden, undeniable twitch in his pants.
you blink.
he blinks.
“oh my god,” you whisper, laughing once, stunned. “you do.”
“don’t—” he groans, tossing his head back against the rug. his hands fly up like he’s going to peel you off of him, but then… he doesn’t. they just hover.
you give a tiny experimental squeeze. just enough.
his hips buck.
“jesus christ,” he gasps.
you pull your hand back, eyes wide, pulse hammering. and that’s when it hits you—your pulse. your breath. the heat rushing low in your belly.
because you liked that. a lot.
too much.
the little flush that climbed his throat, the stunned look in his eyes, the way he didn’t stop you—how he wanted it, and how that made something electric buzz just under your skin.
you liked being on top. having him under you. watching him squirm. you liked the way power felt in your hands, in his gasp, in your hips settling just a little firmer against his.
“oh fuck,” you whisper to yourself.
steve peeks through his fingers, still flustered and somehow even more attractive for it. “you too?”
you nod slowly, stunned. “apparently.”
he groans. “this is bad.”
“yeah.”
“real bad.”
you look down at where you’re still straddling him. then up, at his flushed face and blown pupils.
“…wanna do it again?”
his hands drop to the floor like surrender. “god, yes.”
Warning(s); SMUT 18+,bondage,extreme edging,lots of kissing,p in v,a few slaps,mommy kink,sub eddie,switch steve,switch reader,using panties as a gag,reader being soft with Eddie,oral (F receiving), multiple orgasms (M receiving), + More
Pairing(s); Steve Harrington x AFAB reader x Eddie Munson
A/n: okay so this has been stuck in my head for a little so now it’s y’all’s problem. I also haven’t written smut in over a year so BARE WITH ME.
You were driving like a mad person doing almost 15 over the speed limit on you way to your boyfriends trailer. You had been away on business for the past 4 days, in and out of meetings. However, when your phone lit up with Eddie’s name you answered it on the spot. All that could be heard was a strangled “help he’s being so mean” before the line went dead. You left immediately.
You had somehow turned a 3 hour drive into a hour and a half as you pull half hazard next to your boyfriend’s van. You stomped up the steps banging on the door so hard it rattled the trailer.
Steve answered “hey baby y-your home early” you eyed him shoving past him “what the fuck have you done? Where’s my baby?” You asked and Steve closed the door. He looked more guilty than a puppy who just chewed up a shoe. “Steven. Where’s my boyfriend.”
“Our boyfriend!” He argued and you shot him a death glare finally just making your way down the hall to his bedroom you went to open the door but it was locked. “Steven unlock this door.” He just stood there looking dumb “Steven!” You yelled and he jumped finally realizing he wasn’t in charge anymore. He passed you a small silver key and you shoved it into the lock slamming the door open.
“Mommy!” Eddie cried and your heart sunk at the picture in front of you. Eddie laid hands and feet tied to his bed posts with rope, his curls were a mess sweaty and sticking to his head. Worst of all the poor baby’s dick had a string tied around the base it was almost purple and swollen beyond belief. How long had Steve been doing this to him?
You shot a look at Steve that let him know you weren’t happy in the slightest and would deal with him later. You walked to Eddie and he squirmed crying. “It’s okay. I’m here” you started with his wrists pulling the rope loose before you moved to his ankles. Eddie practically jumped on you needing comfort needing something gentle. “How long has it been since you came baby?” You asked and he shrugged “don’t know lost count” he was mumbling his words slurring.
“Okay, lay down let mommy help” he shook his head “hurts” he whined “I know but I have to get the string off baby.” Eddie whimpered but followed your orders laying back down. You turned to grab the lube from the second drawer of Eddie’s night stand.
“And where are you going?” You asked seeing Steve trying to sneak away. “Get your ass back in here” Steve jumped turning back to Eddie’s bedroom. “Chair. Sit.” You demanded and he whined sitting down knowing he was in for it.
“Okay baby mommy’s gonna touch” Eddie practically cried “please be gentle” he whimpered and you squirted lube on your hand. You touched him with the gentlest touch you could muster but he still flinched. You started your movements gently and slowly knowing if you could get lube around the string it would slip off.
You were right the string slipped off and over his slick tip and he finally relaxed. “Good boy” you praised and his eyes lit up. “Now you lay still okay baby?” Eddie nodded. You set up turning to your other boyfriend who sat sheepishly in his chair “how long did you plan to leave him tied up the whole 2 weeks I was gonna be gone?” You fussed and Steve quickly shook his head “he got a-“ you cut him off “I don’t give a shit. You know he wasn’t ready for that we’ve had that conversation.” Your hand made contact with his cheek as a slap rang out. “Bad boy.” You spit out.
If sadness was a face it would be the look on Steven’s face in that moment before another slap rang out “I’m disappointed in you Steve. I trusted you with Eddie.” Steve had tears welling in his eyes before you could smack him the third time Eddie whined “don’t be mean mommy” you looked back at your boy laid down and sighed. You reached to the floor grabbing the rope Steve had used on Eddie. “I won’t be mean baby boy. I’ll get even.”
You smiled at your work Steve safely tied to the chair the red rope a clash against his tan skin. “Now then, how does that feel?” You asked “good” he replied quickly. “Perfect” you said cheerfully before turning your attention back to the pretty boy laid on his bed for you. “Now, for you my baby” Eddie smiled watching as you reached under your Jean skirt tugging your lace panties off.
You turned and stuffed the fabric into Steve’s mouth rather aggressively patting his cheek as you walked over to your boyfriend on the bed. You straddled him and Eddie’s throat went dry knowing what was coming. “Yes! Please!” He whined and you smiled at him. “Easy, I’ll be gentle with my baby” you reassured situating yourself over his cock. “What do we say?” You asked “t-thank you mommy” you nodded sinking down on the man’s cock. “Shit-“ he whined his head falling back.
You knew he wouldn’t last long you had no expectations set on Eddie. The poor baby barely even made it 3 rolls of your hips before he was babbling about cumming as he spilled inside you. “Yeah, I know it’s a lot baby.” You gently laid a hand on his abs and her whined as you dug your nails into his tender skin.
You gave him time allowed him to ease down off the cloud he was on before you began moving your hips again. Eddie let out slutty moans whines about how good you felt and thank you’s falling from his lips.
You glanced back at your other boyfriend tied and naked on a chair, you watched his hard cock twitch with precum as he looked at you with big eyes. You smiled at him and let out a giggle “not so nice to not get what you want, huh Stevie” he muttered something but you couldn’t hear from the underwear in his mouth.
“Mommy” Eddie whined pulling your attention back to the man under you “kiss” he pleaded and you leaned down placing gentle kisses to his lips in unison. Typically he knows better but when his hands gripped your hips you didn’t correct him this time. He dug his nails into your side as he whined spilling another load of cum into your cunt. You pulled from his lips “messy boy” you teased and he huffed.
He looked a lot more calm compared to where he was at when you first got here “eddie,” you called moving to lay on the bed next to him. “Clean momma up” Eddie moved faster than lightening it seemed to get between your legs.
You locked eyes with your other partner, you knew how to get the man worked up you had been dating him for over 8 years at this point. He looked pathetic, drool seeped from the edges of his mouth soaking the lace fabric in his mouth,his cheek still a pretty red from your previous abuse. His cock twitched every few seconds slapping on the man’s lower abdomen as he huffed.
Eddie was quickly pushing you to your release and you smiled at him as he looked up at you jaw moving faster. You tilted your head back moaning rather dramatically for the pure benefit of Steve of course. You laid your hand on Eddie’s head coaxing him as you finally came on his face, he didn’t stop however not until your legs began to softly shake.
“Good boy, all clean” you sighed and Eddie smiled climbing over you to pepper your lips with kisses that tasted of the two of you.
“Now, to take care of you” you spoke looking at a still desperate looking Steve.
Content warnings: this is smut. I’m talking straight up porn. Dynamic swap, degradation, slut shaming (but it’s hot don’t worry), pegging, anal sex,Daddy kink (not in the way you might think), reader is afab but gender neutral, impact play, aftercare. no use of y/n because I don't like it <3
a/n: i’m a total virgin, so this is a very idealized and unrealistic view of sex because your boy is scared of intimacy. This is super self indulgent
The smaller swaps happened all the time. Covering the bill before he could put his credit card down, pulling his hair after he pulled you onto his lap, holding the door for him after he opened your car door. Just the little things subtly swapping who wears the pants in the relationship; you or Steve.
Most of the time it was Steve. From a young age his father had instilled the idea that he had no choice but to be the provider and caretaker, that he had no business being cared for, that he was a pansy if he ever leaned on anyone for support. So when Steve got in relationships he became the dominant personality. Despite unlearning most of his dad’s “teaching” Steve still had no reason to step down from his spot as the caretaker, he liked it. Most of the time it was Steve.
But then he met you. You who had taken his life by storm, a whirlwind who respected his boundaries but pushed him out of his comfort zone. You who held his hand and laughed at his jokes and loved him. You who slowly started to take care of him. It started when he was sick, and you would give him medicine, and feed him and keep him warm or cool. Steve was delirious with sickness but grateful nonetheless. Then you started to bring him lunch at work, claiming you wanted to avoid “hangry Steve” which was partly true. Then you started bringing over dinner on movie nights. When Steve gave you a key to his house you kicked it up, doing some light cleaning, doing his laundry, leaving him gifts, sneaking some extra cash into his wallet. Slowly getting him used to being taken care of.
This extended into your sex life. Focusing on his pleasure, being soft with him when the sex was more intimate and slow. When the sex was more rough, Steve took charge.
Tonight was no different, it had been a few days since you two had last had sex, both of you were a bit pent up, but Steve was no more rough than he’d been before. His mouth no more filthy than usual.
“Oh yeah? You like that? You fuckin like that?” Steve loomed over you, your shitty mattress squeaking and headboard banging at the force of his thrusts. “U-uh huh” you replied to the best of your ability, which was difficult considering Steve was practically knocking the air out of your lungs. “Yeah you like it, I can- I can tell. Pussy’s fuckin squeezing me down here.” You grabbed at him to try and ground yourself, he whined as your nails dug into his back, leaving red trails in their wake. “God you’re so good for me, so good” he said through gritted teeth, gasping for air “such a good slut for me huh?”
For the first time since Steve pushed into you, your mind was clear. Slut. Degradation wasn’t new to your sex life, Steve had called you plenty of names before, but never slut. You weren’t mad or offended, but that word made you remember an old nickname you had for Steve. One you never called him or even said out loud, but back in highschool, when you had only heard tales of King Steve, your mind had dubbed him “Slutty Steve Harrington ''. Memories of locker room talk of his sexual escapades juxtaposed with how pretty the man above you looked, pink lips gaping and face flushed while the word slut rang in your ears culminated in a shift inside of you.
He was calling you a slut? He was calling you a slut? Steve Harrington who had been passed around over half of the female population in your age group was calling you a slut? You barked out a laugh.
He slowed, “Is everything okay?” His big eyes full of concern contrasted the hair stuck to his face from sweat, his kiss swollen lips and blushed complexion. In that moment the only way the man over you could look better, is if he was under you.
“You wanna repeat what you just said to me?” hooking your legs on his lower back, using all your strength to flip your bodies so you were straddling him “because it sounded like you just called me a slut”
His eyes were immediately full of concern “I'm sorry baby I should have asked I just-” you pressed a finger to his lips. “It’s okay Stevie, I'm just playing. I wanna try something new with you, is that okay?” you spoke slowly. Steve felt a sort of haze cloud his mind, and he nodded a bit dumbly, you continued “do you know what to say if it stops being okay?” blinking slowly Steve responded with the safeword you two had agreed upon.
You snapped back into character “You called me a slut Steve. Which is rich coming from you. You wanna talk about sluts Steve Harrington? Let's talk about the biggest one I've ever met. You.” you slinked off of his prone form, grabbing a few things from your bedside drawer. His eyes followed you as he watched you pick up handcuffs, lube, a dildo and some mass of leather straps he’d never seen before. You crawled back on top of him. “Hands up, slut.” he quickly obeyed, you put them on, looping them through one of the poles in your bed frame. He gave them a quick pull, testing his range of motion, wanting to check in, you raised your eyebrows at him, silently asking if he was comfortable. He quickly nodded. Shuffling down his body, pushing his his thighs apart and up to his chest.You slid a pillow under his hips to prop him up
Leaning forward you pressed a sloppy kiss to Steve's lips, then forced your middle finger into his mouth, which he quickly accepted. Pulling your finger back from his mouth the string of saliva connecting your digit to his lips was enough to make you groan. With your middle finger now wet you could get started.
Lightly circling his hole, and slowly adding pressure, before slipping your finger in up to the first knuckle. Steve’s eyes shot open at the shock of what was happening. Snapping open the lube and dribbling a liberal amount on his hole, Steve gasped at the cold liquid, clenching. Slowly but surely his channel opened up to you, you added a second finger, feeling around until you heard Steve release a filthy moan so unholy it could’ve sent an angel straight to hell. Steve was a mess above you. “Please” he whimpered “please touch me” his big wet eyes looked at you “I am touching you, greedy whore.” he threw his head back in frustration “please, touch my dick” he struggled getting the words out. You gave out a hearty laugh “that fucking thing? Absolutely not. That dirty dick has been passed around this whole town and god knows where else and you want me to touch it? You must be dumber than you look.”
Steve whined high in his throat.
You picked up the mystery object you left on the side of the bed and fiddled with the leather in your hands. Steve spoke up “wh-what is that?” you met his eyes “oh this? This is my harness.” you continued adjusting the straps, then clipped yourself in. “why do you need it?” he practically whispered. You smiled cruelley at him “oh honey” you leaned in so your lips were right next to his ear “how else am i going to fuck you?”
Steve had never heard himself make a noise like that before. A high pitched whimper, so pathetic he almost snapped out of his haze to berate himself. Almost.
He watched with wide eyes as you fit the dildo into the harness. Almost going cross eyed at the intimidating size. You lubed the dildo up and applied extra to Steve's hole.
You loomed over him, mimicking the position from earlier. “You want me to fuck you? Huh slut?” Steve nodded, that wasn’t enough, lightly slapping his face “then beg you stupid whore.” gasping at the pleasure pain from his cheek, Steve was quick, letting words tumble out of his mouth before his brain could begin to process them “please oh god, please. Please fuck me. I need it so bad. Please I- I need to be your slut please make me your slut. Please fuck me daddy”
As soon as the words registered Steve began to glow with embarrassment “I-I’m so-” you cut him off “oh that’s good. I like that. Call me daddy baby I’ll be your daddy” you began pushing the strapon into him, Steve whining the whole time, practically thrashing in his cuffs. You kept filling him with surprisingly little resistance “look at that slut. Your little hole is practically swallowing me with no problem. Now tell me, you ever been fucked in the ass or does your body just know that you’re a whore” Steve was so overwhelmed it felt like he was losing his mind in the best way possible “I’m a whore I’m a whore” you laughed at his state continuing to slowly push in while keeping a healthy amount of lube on him to ensure his comfort.
When you finally sank the last inch into his desperate ass as your hips met the backs of his thighs, Steve wrapped his legs around you. A mess of whines, whimpers and moans Steve felt like he was melting into the bed. You stayed seated all the way inside him, waiting for him to relax. About a minute later Steve started making coherent sounds again “daddy, daddy please” his hips started rocking, trying to gain friction from his prone position. You pet the hair out of his eyes “what is it slut? What do you need daddy to do?” you cooed at him.
Time seemed to stop when the Steve Harrington looked you dead in the eyes and whispered “fuck me daddy”
The world seemed to come back with the slow and steady thrusts you gave. Rolling your hips, gyrating, just barely pulling out and then sinking back in. it wasn’t until Steve started begging “more daddy please more” that you started to really fuck him. Pulling out until just the tip remained “god you’re a slut” then slamming back into him. He practically screamed. You fucked him in earnest, alternating short deep thrusts to pull out little gasps, with long hard strokes pushing out wanton moans. When you tried to go gentler on him he just whined “daddy harder. Faster, more please. Please” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his desperation. Nevertheless, harder and faster you went. Pounding into him, shoving him up the bed, bending him so he was practically folded in half, his neglected cock bobbing against his stomach being thrown with each thrust, leaving sticky patches of pre-cum in its wake.
His moans became louder and more frequent and soon the begging started back up again “I-I’m close, fuck, daddy I’m so fucking close. Oh god please. Please I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum daddy I’m gonna fucking cum please let me, please let me cum daddy”
the man was once the most popular boy in school, a rich kid, a star athlete, and now he was cuffed to your bed, calling you daddy while you fucked his brains out, and he thought you weren’t going to let him cum?
“You’re gonna cum? You’re gonna cum only from getting fucked by daddy? I didn’t even have to touch your dick, but you’re such a slut I didn't need to! Your hungry little fuckhole just needed daddy’s cock. Yeah. yeah you can cum. Make a fucking mess of yourself baby, cum all over your chest, go on, make a mess for daddy. Cum on daddy’s cock you can do it slut. Cum.”
His back arched so far off the bed it was like he was being pulled up by an invisible force. His balls twitched as his cock released rope after rope seemingly unendingly. His moans were so high in his throat they were practically silent but as he was riding down his high they became deep and throaty. God he was loud in bed. All the while you fucked him through it, slowing down only when tears of overstimulation beaded in his eyes.
He hissed as you slowly pulled out. Panting and gasping for breath, Steve didn’t have the energy to notice you speeding off to the bathroom. Returning with two wet cloths, you cleaned him up while trying to avoid overstimulating him, then laid the other wet cloth on his forehead to cool him down. You made quick work of unlocking his cuffs and cooed at him while you rubbed and kissed the red marks they had left. Steve’s eyes fluttered “hey honey, you doing okay?” he groaned in response you smiled and kissed his nose “someone is sleepy huh? Can you be convinced to take a shower and a sheet change?” he grumbled unhappily. “I’ll make you breakfast in bed tomorrow if you do!” that got him rolling out of bed. You helped him to the bathroom with his shaky legs. After washing each other and changing the sheets you couldn’t help but admire the man next to you. God he was pretty. Even if he was a slut.
These warnings are here for a reason. If you’re not into that stuff, don’t read.
words count : i honestly don’t know but it’s long
a/n : it’s my first smut writing so i’m sorry if it’s not perfect ! the real smut is actually going to be on part 2, see this first part more as foreplay.
part 2 here (coming soon)
summary : Robin, Steve, Eddie and You are on a tutor session for some math exam next month. Robin leaves and things between the boys and you start to heat up.
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Some song was playing on the radio as background noises while the four of you were focusing on that math exam sheet the teacher gave you earlier that day «as an exercise for what was coming next month» she said.
“you know what ?” said the long haired metalhead, despair could be seen on his face “fuck this !” He spit it out as he was moving his hands around our paper. “I cant even comprehend a single word !” said Eddie, dramatically falling on his back on the ground, a long groan of frustration escaping his lips.
“It’s okay Eddie, what part do you not understand ? maybe i can help you out ?” Said Robin, shifting from a laying down position to a sitting one, pressing her weight on her left arm, her glance moving to Eddie’s copy.
Surprisingly, Robin was the smartest out of us four about math. She was being a real friend and a great tutor on that session because you caught up on things with her you didn’t even understand a word in class. She had a way of explaining things that made everything more easier for everyone -even if some rambling was lost in the process.-
Steve was looking at his copy, chewing on the end of his pen, eyebrows furrowed in a concentrated expression, lost in algebra. “I think Munson’s right, fuck this.” Said steve before throwing his pen on the ground.
“Are you two being serious right know ?” you said in an annoying tone “You can’t give up now guys ! we’re almost on page five-”
“Yeah…out of TWENTY !” said Eddie with a fake angry tone, getting up in a sitting position. You looked at robin with desperate eyes, trying to communicate to her that they couldn’t give up. But she didn’t get the message.
“Okay guys, listen.” She started before exhaling lots of air “We worked on this for like, what ? more than an hour now ?” She glanced at everyone and we all nodded. “And it’s getting pretty late to be honest…We still have a whole month to prepare all of this so…why don’t we take a break and start again tomorrow?”
Eddie and steve’s head lighted up while you made a little smile, agreeing on this arrangement. “I swear Buckley i could totally kiss you right now.” Eddie bursted and Robin made such a face of disgust, it made you laugh. Robin then packed her stuff before leaving your house.
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You were now only in your room with steve and Eddie and while you were comfortable with them being around, you could feel that the air changed once Robin had left your bedroom. It wasn’t the first time you felt tingles in your stomach when you were alone with your best friends. You could just feel it in the air, it was heavier, hotter and thicker. You could feel the tension in the way your cheeks suddenly felt as if they were crimson red or the way your breathing was suddenly going a little faster, heart pounding into your chest.
“Soooo…since we all agreed on giving up..” said Steve, a grin growing on his face as you and Eddie looked at him. “I was thinking maybe we can play a game, you know, to pass time. You’re in ?” Steve asked while looking at you, and Steve being Steve, you knew it would not be only a little game to pass time, that dude was literally a devil. You looked at him then at Eddie. ooooh but Eddie….when that boy follows him in those games, he’s the human version of perversion.
Before you could answer, you heard Eddie’s voice, he was faster. “I’m totally following you Harrington.” The two best friends smiled at each other, as if they knew something you didn’t. You looked at them, eyebrows frowning and brain empty, lips parted in a small o shape when you saw Eddie getting closer to you, his chest hitting your back as his legs spread around your body.
“What’s going on you guys ?” you said as you feel Eddie’s breath on your left ear and you could feel his heart beat faster against your back and yours started to feel like it was going to jump out of your body. You looked at steve who was sitting in front of you, legs spread, his head tilted slightly, a grin on his face. “Ooooh, your poor little thing, don’t even know what she got herself into huh ?” Steve got closer to your body, his arms being on each side of your body and eddie’s legs, your face being inch close and you swear on god you never felt so turned on before.
“Did you lost your tongue sweetheart ?” you felt eddie’s hot breath on your right ear this time, his hands going to your shirt, slightly lifting it, brushing your skin with his hands. You closed your eyes and rested your head on Eddie’s shoulder, the metalhead kissing one side of your neck. Steve saw the opportunity and he tilted his head in the crook of your neck, kissing it gently here and there. you could feel steve’s lips sucking on your sensitive skin while eddie’s ringed hands were traveling more into your chest, his lips eating your neck as if it was the most desirable thing in the world.
“Boys….” a whine escaped your lips, your left hand finding steve’s hair and the other finding eddie’s thigh, gripping strongly on both, your nails digging into’s eddie’s jeans and pulling steve’s hair, a groan escaping from both boys. “It’s wrong….it’s soooo wrong…we shoul- fuck- shouldn’t do this…” You couldn’t concentrate properly with all those hands and lips on you. You opened your eyes to see that Eddie got rid of your top and steve was gently kissing the top of your tits, them being still hidden in your bra.
That’s only at that moment you realized something ; the boys were still fully clothed. You bit your lower lips, pushing steve away from your body before completely loosing it. “You should get rid of that ridiculous shirt Harrington…If i’m getting naked, so are you.”
“Yeah get naked for us Harrington.” You heard Eddie’s voice and you could feel him move in your back, his boner hitting you. You turned to face him. his beautiful big brown eyes meting yours. You bit your lower lip again for him to see and his eyes darted to them, big and pink, he couldn’t wait to taste your beautiful lips. He moved forward but you put one hand on his torso before slowly pulling him on the ground. “You too big boy. Gotta get rid of that jacket you got.” You lowered your gaze on his thighs, tracing them from his knee to the top of his pants and you could feel him tense under your soft touch. “ And maybe i’ll help you with that.” You sat on eddie’s lap, slowly moving your clothed pussy on his boner, getting some friction and the both of you moaned.
You were so absorbed by eddie that you didn’t heard Steve getting behind you and slowly getting rid of your bra before cupping both of your tits in his big hands. His lips found your neck again and he dropped hungry kissed on it. “Forgetting about someone huh ?” His voice hit the skin of your neck and you moaned again, feeling your pussy throbbing. Eddie looked at the both of you, lips parted in a beautiful o shape. Steve made eye contact with him and he had to say, the thought of his best friend looking at him like that, he could feel his dick twitch in his boxer. “Don’t look at me like that Harrington or i’ll fucking jerk off right now.” He sat up again, placing a hand on your waist and grabbing your face with the other. “look at me sweetheart.” So you did, opening your eyes to look at eddie and he was full with lust. He looked at steve who was still hungrily kissing you everywhere. “and share a little, you egoistic bitch.” he said before kissing you. It wasn’t a soft kiss, it was a dirty kiss, with tongues and teeth and muffled moans everywhere. You moved your hips faster on eddie and you could feel your head starting to feel dizzy.
You felt Steve moving his hips forward against your ass, moaning and kissing the back of your neck. The way both of them were using you to release a little bit of friction, it drove you insane and you needed more. “Eddie.” you said, half moaning, his total attention being on you. “I’m going to ride you thigh yeah ? You would like that ?” Just by asking, Eddie felt his dick twitch again in his pants. “Fuck yeah i would like that sweetheart.” You nodded and started to move back and forth on eddie thigh, moaning louder to the friction, your wet pussy starting to form a wet spot on his pants. Eddie hand moved on your throat and he kissed you even more hungrily than before, his hips moving back and forth on your knee.
“Steve.” You said when you could catch some air, Eddie’s lips being glued to yours and moans escaping all your lips. “Keep going what you’re doing, you’re doing so fucking great steve.” Steve nodded and grabbed the side of your waist, gridding even more harder on your ass. He felt the knot on his stomach starting to tense and groans were now filling the whole room. “Fuck, sweetheart, Eddie….Shit- i’m about to cum, i’m about to fucking cum.” You heard Eddie’s raspy laugh and the boys locked eyes ”Me too pretty boy, but you have to hold it for me yeah?” He then looked at you and you bit your lips so hard you could taste blood on your tongue. “Boys im about to cum- oh my god-” Louder moans filled the room. “I want us to cum together.” you looked at both boys and they both nodded, moans, groans and plenty of other things escaped their lips. The three of you could feel the knot in your stomach starting to realease. “Now ! i want to cum, i want to cum- fuck- m’cumming !”
You all came at the same time, shaking, heavy breathing, lips red and parted, sweating and panting. You tried to look at both boy while coming and seeing their beautiful face made you cum even harder. Eddie’s hands on your waist were going to leave bruises because of his rings digging in your skin and steve arms were strongly wrapped around your body, his head rested in the crook of your neck. You all get down from your highs.
“Fuck, We should get study session more often.” Said eddie and you all laughed. “definitely.” said Steve. You then kissed both boys “That was….amazing.”
You wondered if this was going to happen again, and secretly wish it would.
Summary: Steve Harrington is your boyfriend and life couldn't be better. It could, however, be freakier. Eddie Munson introduces you to his kinky ways and neither of you recover.
Or, you get caught fucking in Eddie's trailer and he makes you pay.
Warnings: this is an ongoing fic, will be posting and linking chapters as i go - find more chapters on my ao3 kinks: dom!eddie, switch!steve, sub!reader, praise, general themes of bdsm, voyeurism/exhibitionism
Word count: 3.6k
chapter two
“Eddie… God! F-fuck right there.”
You were grasping blindly at long locks of dark hair. Pulling, pushing, tightening your thighs. Using all the strength you could muster to keep his tongue against your skin. Against all your protests, the pleasure abruptly ended. You whined, unable to hide your overwhelming disappointment as your orgasm slipped away.
“Eddie! Please… Why did you stop?” You could hear the pathetic whine in your tone but you didn’t care.
“This is how I like you, baby. Needy,” He crawled up your body, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake, “You hear how pretty she moans for me, Stevie?”
A month ago, you would’ve laughed till you cried if someone had merely suggested that you’d be under Eddie Munson. Let alone with Steve, your dutiful and caring boyfriend, handcuffed naked to a chair watching. You would’ve had good cause. Eddie was the town freak, an outcast. But since Steve had gotten closer with Dustin, things had gotten weird. And now here you were, panting beneath another man and more turned on than you’d ever been in your life.
It started on a Saturday. That fateful Saturday. You and Steve hadn’t had alone time in a while. He’d been working double weekend shifts at Family Video, and you’d been busy helping Nancy edit The Weekly Streak on school nights. Needless to say, you were both jonesing when you finally managed to reunite. To be blunt, you were ready to jump his bones. And you were about to until Dustin rang the doorbell, calling in a favor. And then, instead of riding your stunning boyfriend, you were riding shotgun.
“Left up here. Left!” Dustin bossed from the backseat.
“Okay, Henderson, I got it!” Steve yelled back, jerking the car around a corner and not appreciating the haphazard directions.
The road gradually became a track and you realized you were pulling into Forest Hills.
“Are you meeting up with Max?” You questioned Dustin, wondering why this gathering demanded such urgency that he had to bother Steve for help.
“No...” Dustin drew out the vowel, sounding oddly suspicious.
“Henderson.” Steve’s tone hardened, like a father scolding his child, “You tell me what you’re doing here or I’m not letting you out of this car.”
The curly-haired boy was quiet for a beat and then spoke, “I’m seeing Eddie.”
Steve slammed on the brakes, causing the three of you to jerk forward dramatically.
“No.”
“Steve!”
“Uh-uh.”
“Steve, let me out!”
“No way.”
“Eddie Munson?” You glanced at Steve.
He was already looking at you, eyebrows raised in concern, causing cute wrinkles on his forehead.
“Please, Steve! He’s just helping me plan D&D sessions!”
“Awww.” You were momentarily wooed by the sincerity of Dustin’s nerdiness.
Steve sighed and shook his head, “Are you going there alone?”
Dustin sheepishly nodded.
“Dustin!” You and Steve scolded him in unison.
You leaned into Steve, whispering, “Don’t you buy weed off Eddie?”
“Yeah, we can’t leave Henderson alone with him.”
“Steve! I can hear you.”
“Shush, we’re coming with you. And that’s final.”
So Steve started the car back up and pulled into Eddie’s trailer drive. It was awkward and silent as you traipsed up to his door. Dustin enthusiastically led the pack. Steve’s arm slung protectively over your shoulder. You grasped at his fingertips, not satisfied with the sliver of skin-to-skin contact.
“Hey, look who it is!” The door swung open, and a mass of floppy hair and dark clothes flew at Dustin, enveloping him in a hug - much to Dustin’s delight.
Eddie drew back, a huge smile on his face. It faltered for a moment as his gaze fell upon you and Steve, but resumed.
“I see you brought company. Harrington.” He curtly nodded at Steve but sauntered towards you, clearly taking an interest, “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.” Eddie extended his hand.
You couldn’t help but eye the silver rings that adorned several of his fingers. You hadn’t actually met Eddie, not this close anyway. He was cute under all that hair, and his smile was annoyingly infectious. Steve stepped forward, deliberately putting space between you both.
“My girlfriend and I will be joining your little game. Hope you don’t mind.” Steve’s tone was prickly.
“I don’t mind at all.” Eddie seemed unphased at the hostility and retreated back past the threshold, inviting you all inside with a flourish of his hand.
You weren’t entirely sure what to expect from Eddie’s trailer, but you weren’t surprised upon entering. It was grey and outdated but still managed to be homely despite the beer bottles and takeaway boxes littering every inch of counter space. An array of trucker hats lined one wall of the living room, making for an interesting centerpiece. Books and tapes were haphazardly stacked on rickety shelves. A single armchair faced the small TV set.
Metal music you didn’t recognize was playing from a stereo, contrasting drastically with the childish paraphernalia covering the majority of the carpet. It seemed like Eddie had gone to great lengths to set up a makeshift map and miniatures on the living room floor. It was sweet, really. You relaxed a little. Maybe the bad boy wasn’t so bad. Dustin seemed to trust him, which settled your nerves even more. Dustin’s face had lit up and he was grinning ear to ear. They settled immediately on the floor, oblivious to chaperones in the face of D&D.
You tugged at Steve’s hand, instantly bored and craving his attention. His arm slid down your back, caressing it slightly and holding you tight. Steve was touching you but you were still hungering for him. All of him. He kissed your cheek sweetly and then your lips. He reserved his display of affection and glanced over your shoulder cautiously. However, Eddie and Dustin were engrossed in their discussion, paying you no mind.
“Can I grab some…?” Steve didn’t need to finish his sentence, Eddie wasn’t listening and didn’t care. His conversation with Dustin continued enthusiastically.
“Steve. Let’s go to your car.” You murmured into his chest, begging for something, anything, to be done so that you could be alone together.
“Babe, we can’t, I’m not leaving Henderson alone with a drug dealer. Let’s just go back there or something.” Steve spoke under his breath to you but then loudly proclaimed, “We’re just gonna…” To no acknowledgment from the others.
He shrugged his shoulders and took your hand, leading you through the depths of the trailer. You nosily explored, opening one door to a cramped bathroom and another to what was clearly Eddie’s bedroom. Metal band posters covered almost every inch of wall space. A gorgeous black guitar hung against a mirror, clearly a pride and joy. You wouldn’t admit it, but you savored poking through Eddie’s possessions. It was like peeling back a facade to reveal the person behind the armor. And this Eddie wasn’t that scary. This Eddie loved music and weird board games and chunky jewelry. You toyed with some rings on his chest of drawers, admiring the intricate designs.
Something small hit your head and you flinched. You turned to see Steve grinning at you. The offender, a wrapped condom, lay at your feet.
“Gross, Steve!” You scolded him in hushed tones but giggled anyway.
“What? The dude is freaky.”
You wandered closer, uncovering something else rather interesting hanging off one of Eddie’s bedposts. Handcuffs. This man had handcuffs in his bedroom.
“Maybe his uncle was a cop?” Steve suggested with a childlike naivety.
“No, Steve…”
You slung the handcuffs around your finger, hula-ing them next to your head and wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. The penny dropped. Steve was scandalized, wide-eyed at the contraption.
“Have you ever used them?” He inquired as he drew closer to you.
“No,” You paused, almost wanting to continue with a ‘but…’
“Me either.” He clarified quickly. However, intrigue was evident on his face.
One of his eyebrows was raised higher than the other and his full pink lips were slightly parted. That smug look was enough to have you whimpering and he wasn’t even touching you. It was as if he was dreaming up scenarios the handcuffs could unlock. Sinful, perverted scenarios. You were sure your own imagination was giving his a run for its money.
A thread snapped in Steve. Blame it on raging hormones or how you were gazing up at him through your eyelashes, but he was not willing to wait another second. In one swift movement, he grabbed your hand and twirled you around so your back was flush against his torso. Steve had trained you to tilt your head back, exposing your neck to him. The hickies he’d scatter across your skin had gotten you in trouble far too many times, but you were addicted to seeing the evidence that he'd touched you. Steve got his kicks from seeing you covered in marks, asserting who you belonged to. It had been so long since you’d fucked that the lovebites he’d dutifully left had faded, and Steve wouldn’t stand for that.
His lips were warm and welcome against your skin. Your eyes fluttered closed and you became pliant underneath his touch. You were safe with Steve. You silently thanked Eddie for blasting music every hour of the day otherwise your moans would've blown your cover in an instant. Steve loved hearing you and would normally encourage it, but with a drug dealer and his pre-pubescent friend in the other room, he had to sacrifice your pretty sounds. He caressed your cheek and slipped two fingers into your mouth in an attempt to muffle you.
It didn’t really work. You were so turned on that your brain had almost ceased to function. Steve chuckled lowly at your soft whines. He could feel the effect he had on you and he relished in it. But Steve needed this, he needed you. So he had to keep you quiet in the only reliable way he knew how. He spun you once more and caught your lips in a passionate kiss. You threw your arms around his neck and pinned him close. You couldn’t help but grind your hips against his, closing the gap between your bodies, desperately chasing pleasure. Steve broke away from your lips, somewhat reluctantly, and pressed his forehead against yours, panting.
He growled, “Babe…”
“Hmm?”
“You’re killing me.”
Steve’s erection strained through his jeans. You were beyond caring about politeness or even common decency. There was a bed, and you wanted Steve on it.
“Steve?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck me. Now.”
Steve licked his lips, you could see his brain whirring as he weighed his options. You were nodding in encouragement and running your fingers through his soft hair. He started nodding with you, slowly at first and then more urgently, deciding once and for all. You tore off your long-sleeve against all better judgment, practically frothing at the mouth as you watched Steve peel off his layers. A tiny part of your subconscious was turned on at thought of getting caught, but you decided to ignore it.
In seconds you were both half-naked and rolling around on Eddie’s sheets. You were straddling Steve in your panties, caressing every inch of his tan skin you could find. He was painfully hard underneath you, barely contained by his boxers. Your hand trailed down Steve’s torso, pining to feel him after so long. But just before you could feel the relief of your fingers around him, a sharp voice rang out.
“What are you sick fucks doing in my bedroom?”
You squealed in sheer terror and fumbled with your hands to cover your bare skin. Steve leaped out of the bed, scrambling to find his clothes. Eddie let you both stumble over your words for a moment before cracking a smile and laughing at your mortified faces.
“Just kidding. Don’t stop on my account.”
Eddie studied your cowering frame. Something told you that he was entirely serious when he invited you both to continue. You clasped at sheets clumsily to hide your body, but your breathing shallowed as you couldn’t resist returning Eddie’s lingering gaze.
“Stop staring at my girlfriend, asshole,” Steve grunted.
It wasn’t clear if he was more annoyed that Eddie was getting an eyeful or that you’d been interrupted. Either way, Steve wasn’t intimidating, tripping over his feet whilst trying to pull up his Levi’s.
“You don’t have to leave.” Eddie hadn't looked away from you.
“Oh, we’re going. Don’t you worry, Munson.”
Eddie switched his scrutiny to Steve, emphasizing his sincerity, “I’m serious, I don’t mind watching.”
“Dude, get real.”
“You’re the ones getting frisky in my bedroom,” Eddie retorted, holding his hands up in mock innocence, but making no effort to conceal his amusement, “You’re pretty,” He winked at you.
Your cheeks grew hot at his bold comment, and you bit your lip to stop a smile from emerging. You imagined your boyfriend wouldn’t be best pleased that you were entertaining another man’s flirting. Especially when your modesty was this compromised.
“I’m not going to let you watch us fuck. Got that, Munson?” Steve’s voice was full of disbelief at the proposal.
“Then why hasn’t she put her shirt on?”
You were a deer in the headlights. Both men were inspecting you with entirely different intentions. Eddie was smirking, one eyebrow raised inquisitively, cockily. His arms were folded like he was taunting you for an answer, or like he’d already decided for you. Steve, upon first glance, was confused. But there was something else you couldn’t decipher behind his warm brown eyes.
“Babe?” Steve prompted you for a response, but the tone of his voice wasn’t hurt. It was… Mischievous.
“I–I uh…”
For the first time in your life, you were speechless. Emotions were clouding your rationality, you couldn't think straight. Your pussy was dripping. You’d been denied sex twice in the span of less than 2 hours and you flatly refused to be denied a third. Your heart pounded in your chest. Your palms were clammy. Your gaze flitting between the two leering men. Then your traitorous body betrayed you, and your fingers released the bedsheets.
Eddie sucked in his breath as he drank you in. The look on Steve’s face had hardened into pure lust. He too was being controlled by his body, and it was commanding him to hold you close. He crawled onto the bed, having already discarded his denim and seemingly taken the older man up on his offer. His lips were on yours and his weight was between your legs. You wrapped around his hips, holding him tight. Your skin was on fire. You couldn’t even see Eddie through Steve’s mess of hair, but you could feel him. His voyeuristic eyes lapping up the R-rated scene. Steve peeled himself off you for a moment, kneeling above you to hurriedly rid himself of his boxers. You followed enthusiastically in his path, rolling your underwear down your thighs and kicking them off your legs.
“Please… Please.”
It was your mouth that was making noise, begging Steve. You heard a moan in response. You were unsure if it was your boyfriend or the observer but you didn’t care. The tingling between your thighs was insatiable without Steve’s help.
Steve’s hand was between your bodies, stroking his tip against your soaked pussy. His eyes were dark and filled with desire in a way you could only describe as primal. No more time was being wasted. He pushed into you slowly. It was a little sore, your body needed to readjust to his size. Steve had other ideas, bottoming out in one movement. He’d waited too long to hold back now. The intrusion knocked a gasp from your lips and you clenched around him. He groaned and started thrusting leisurely but powerfully and deeply. Relief washed over your body as pain transformed into undulating pleasure. Sparks shot through your veins with each movement. You threw your head back and wrapped your limbs around him as tightly as you could. Steve dipped his head into the crook of your shoulder. The high you’d both chased for weeks was all-encompassing and you were both drowning in it.
“Look at me.” A voice cut through the bliss. It was low and heavy and new and for some reason, you felt inclined to obey.
Steve prompted you to readjust as he stood and left you miserably empty. You crawled onto all fours, glancing over your shoulder at your boyfriend, wordlessly pleading to be filled again. Steve positioned himself on his knees behind you, hastily entering you again. He could listen but he couldn’t wait. The new position sent shockwaves through your belly with every thrust. Then the voice cut through the heat of the room again, repeating itself, firmer this time.
“Look at me.”
Steve’s fingers wound in your hair and tugged upwards, raising your elbows off the mattress and joining him on knees. He was being more dominant than normal but surprisingly you welcomed it. You were forced to stare straight ahead and confront your voyeur. Eddie’s eyes were dark and hooded. His tongue dragged across his lower lip hungrily as he surveyed you both like prey. His intent stare didn't frighten you, instead having quite the opposite effect. Your jaw was slack, hanging open, but the hint of a smile danced across your lips, enticing Eddie with just enough insubordination. You could see his chest heaving underneath his signature denim jacket. He rose from his chair and took slow deliberate strides to the edge of the bed, locking eyes with you.
You hadn’t had the opportunity to see him this close before. You hadn’t noticed the caramel color of his eyes or the fullness of his lips. He was studying you with similar intensity. He was towering above you, and you struggled to keep your eyes open but you needed to watch him. He raised his calloused fingers to your cheek, ever so gently sweeping them across your skin. You didn’t withdraw from his touch, you embraced it. He drew lines on your skin with the tips of his fingers, down your cheeks, and across your collarbone. He wasn’t asking for your permission - but he was confirming it. One of his thumbs found the edge of your bottom lip and he hesitated, his eyes flicking between your mouth and eyes before leaning in, seemingly unable to contain himself anymore. You moaned into his mouth, lost in the feeling of his tongue massaging yours. It was odd, kissing someone else. The new sensation drove you wild.
Steve’s lips appeared on your shoulder, sucking and nibbling that spot on your neck that drove you crazy. You were shaking and humming, overwhelmed by all the attention. Steve could read you like a book at this point in your relationship. He knew you were close and he knew exactly what to do to push you over the edge. An arm wrapped around your waist, and two of his fingers rubbed small circles over your clit. You couldn’t hold back anymore, the feeling inside you that had been inflating like a balloon burst. You cried out, relying on Steve and Eddie to hold you up as you writhed and clenched on Steve’s pulsing cock. Eddie’s large hands held your shoulders in place as you lost your core strength. You heard Steve grunt and stutter before pulling out and cumming over your back.
It took you a moment to recollect yourself. You didn’t quite have it in you to assess all the damage you’d done yet, just survey the scene as it was. Eddie was still holding you upright but was calmly stroking your hair. Steve was somewhere behind him, fretting about how to clean up the mess he made on your back. You could only giggle at the situation's absurdity, prompting a wide grin from Eddie.
“Well, you’re full of surprises, aren’t ya?” Eddie looked at you like he could see right through your glassy eyes and into your brain.
He was searching for something. Willingness, or even better, defiance.
“Could say the same about you, Mr. Munson.” You were slightly giddy.
Your eyes fluttered closed, and Steve took you in his arms to tenderly clean you.
“You okay, babe?” He whispered into your ear.
“Mmhmm.”
Truth be told, you had never been more satisfied. Steve could handle you, he knew what you needed, but this was different. Eddie offered something new to both of you. Something dangerous and dark and so deliciously alluring.
“Good. Because I’m not entirely sure what just happened.”
“It was hot.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah.” You breathed.
“Yeah.” Steve reiterated, surprising even himself.
Eddie was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets and one leg crossed over the other. Then a glint of silver on the floor caught his eye. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for clutter to be on the floor, but this piqued his curiosity for a different reason.
“I see you found my cuffs.” He said matter-of-factly.
Your eyes blew wide, and you felt Steve’s grip tighten on your arm. Even though you were both already naked in front of the long-haired man, that particular statement forced you to feel vulnerable. Eddie smirked, feeling the tension from across the room.
“I’m assuming this is all new territory for you guys?”
You both nodded, a little shy in the face of Eddie’s daunting experience.
“You guys should come back here. When Dustin isn’t around.”
You shot bolt upright, having totally forgotten about your babysitting duties, “Oh shit, Dustin!”
“Don’t worry, I sent him to buy a flavor of Doritos that doesn’t exist. He’ll be gone for a while longer. But, as much as it pains me to say it, you should probably get dressed.”
you know how in catws steve moves like hes maybe taken some fighting lessons from nat maybe? well, to bucky's initial surprise that's not all she taught him. as a thank you for the highly beneficial lessons, they make an evening of it - the remote control for natasha, and then her own private bondage show featuring happy-crying bucky and blushing all the way down to his chest gentle dom steve edging bucky to within an inch of his life while he begs for more.
HEY GUESS WHAT THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING I’VE EVER READ
honestly love the idea of switch!steve & switch!reader fighting over dominance hehe
18+ switch!steveeee ugh. he’s so use to girls just giving in to whatever he wants. he loves that shit. but even more he loves the way you make him fight for it. tbh this is more sub!steve
he starts the way he always does.
leans back on your bed, spreads his thighs wide, unzips his jeans like he’s doing you a favor. cocky grin, lazy voice, one hand behind his head like he’s the fuckin’ king of the world.
“go on, babe,” he says, nodding down at the bulge in his jeans. “been thinking about your mouth all day.”
you smile sweetly—crawl between his legs, slow, let your hands drag up his thighs just to feel him twitch. you do love sucking his dick. but not like he thinks. not the way he’s used to.
he lifts his hips to help you tug his jeans down, lets out a soft hiss when his cock springs free—already hard, flushed, leaking.
“that for me?” you murmur, licking a slow stripe up the underside of the veiny rod.
he groans, deep in his chest. “fuck yeah, all for you. now c’mon, don’t tease.. just—”
his hand goes to the back of your head, trying to guide you down like he always does.
but you stop.
you pull back just enough to stare at him, cock resting against your cheek, hand wrapped tight around the base.
“uh-uh,” you hum, voice light. “you don’t get to fuck my mouth, stevie. not tonight.”
he blinks, confused. “what? baby, come on, you know i like it deep—just let me—”
you tighten your grip, make him whimper.
“you don’t decide what you get,” you say sweetly, tapping his tip against your tongue. “you don’t get to push my head down like i’m some eager little slut who’s lucky to suck you off. you want my mouth? you’re gonna earn it.”
his jaw tightens. “jesus christ,” he mutters, hips twitching, like he doesn’t know if he wants to fight you or fucking beg.
so you make it harder.
you lick the tip, slow and messy, swirl your tongue around the leaky head like you’re savoring it. you keep your eyes on his the whole time, watch the smugness fade into something helpless.
you kiss down the side of his cock. suck one of his balls into your mouth, soft and wet. and when he moans—loud, unguarded, hips jerking—you pull away entirely.
“you’re so impatient,” you pout, stroking him slow, twisting your wrist just right. “what happened to the king of hawkins, huh? used to girls choking on your cock, begging for a taste—and now look at you. leaking all over yourself and whining just because i won’t deepthroat you.”
“i’m not whining,” he lies, breath hitching. “fuck, baby, please—please just put it in your mouth.”
you raise an eyebrow, thumb grazing the soft spot of his cock right under the head. “put what in my mouth?”
his throat bobs. “my—my cock. fuck, your mouth feels so good, i just—please. please, baby, want it so bad.”
you hum, pleased, and finally take him in—just the tip, nice and slow. he gasps, hips jerking, but you flatten your palm on his stomach and hold him down.
“don’t move,” you murmur. “i’ll stop.”
he freezes.
you take more—slow and messy, spit dripping down your chin, one hand still stroking what you don’t fit. you hum around him just to feel him twitch. his thighs are shaking now, whole body straining like it’s taking everything in him not to buck up and fuck your throat.
“feels so good,” he chokes, eyes fluttering shut. “oh my god, baby—please don’t stop, i’m so fucking close—”
you pull off again.
he cries out.
“no, no no no no no—please, i didn’t mean to, i wasn’t gonna come, just—please,” he babbles, face flushed, cock throbbing, chest heaving. “don’t stop, i’ll be good, just need your mouth, please, you’re driving me crazy—”
you smile up at him, cruel and sweet. press a kiss to the flushed tip and whisper, “say it. say you’re mine.”
“i’m yours,” he gasps, instantly. “i’m fucking yours.”
“good boy.”
then you take him back in—fast and deep this time—and don’t stop until he’s mess of pitiful sounds, hot spurts spilling down your throat with his hands fisted in the sheets, sobbing your name like it’s the only word he knows.
first of all can i just say ur mind is POWERFUL wow! I love ur writing so much <3
i loveee how u write innocent reader and steve but I’d love to get ur take on how have would be with a reader who’s a lil bit of a man eater and can match his freak in the bedroom
would he be all subby all of a sudden or would it turn into a competition of who can top who…idk but I would love for u to tell me
ily <3
nonnie i love u <3 andddd i love this question. honestly, i think it would flip a switch in steve that he didn’t even know was there.
like, at first? he’s cocky. cocky in the way you’ve made him cocky, right? you’re the one whispering filth in his ear, crawling into his lap in public, sending him videos where you moan his name with your fingers between your thighs. you bite when you kiss him, grin when he whimpers, and you know exactly how to get him begging. and he does beg—because he wants to please you, wants to perform, wants to be the guy that makes the girl who eats men for breakfast stay.
but then. then. you start topping him for real. not just teasing, not just putting him on his back and riding him until he cries (though god, he loves that). no—you’re edging him with your mouth just to watch him squirm, making him keep his hands to himself while you sit on his face, telling him “no cumming ‘til i say so, stevie.” and suddenly, the little game he thought he was playing turns serious, and it shatters something in him.
because steve harrington is competitive. and a little mean when you let him be. so when he finally snaps? when he flips you over and pins your wrists and growls, “my turn, baby,” with his voice all wrecked and needy?
it turns into a war.
a sweaty, filthy, desperate back and forth where neither of you wins because you’re both too busy trying to ruin each other. one second he’s whining for your mouth, the next he’s got you sobbing on his cock and calling him sir like it’s the only word you know. one night he’s the dumb, lovesick sub who’ll do anything for a taste of your pussy, the next you’re the one begging him not to stop while he fucks you through the mattress.
steve with a reader who can match his freak? it’s chaos. it’s messy sheets and ruined throats and sex that ends with both of you laughing breathlessly, trembling all over, clinging like you might never let go.
he doesn’t know what to do with you. and he never wants to stop figuring it out.
