🌹💋 your two boyfriends show you just how much they adore you on Valentine's Day - by teasing the hell out of you. (1.7k words of filth. special thanks to my lovely Steddie anons who really motivated me to write this <3)
Steve, Eddie and you didn’t do normal.
When the three of you had finally become official after dancing around each other for weeks full of sexual tension and longing looks, Eddie had asked Steve and you to bite him so hard in the neck he could get the imprints of your teeth tatted the next day.
The first night Eddie and you had stayed over at Steve’s and went skinny dipping in his pool, Steve had declared that he was literally going to marry the both of you on the spot.
So it was safe to say, your two men were a little crazy when it came to you and each other.
Other, normal boyfriends took their girls on dates for Valentine’s Day.
Maybe they’d go to the fancy restaurant the next town over so they could feel more established and grounded than they actually were for one night of the year. There’d be cheap flowers and ugly jewelry that turned blue on the skin in a couple of months.
But Eddie, Steve and you, you didn’t do this whole relationship thing the boring way.
Well…your boyfriends tied you up and edged you on the most romantic night of the year just for the thrill of it. And you were loving every damn second of it.
The amount of times they had taken you to the edge, working your quivering body towards sweet release with their skilled hands and mouths, only to withdraw at the very last second, blurred together in your head. Had it been three times already, four times? Did it matter?
You were spread out in front of them, your new lacy set of baby pink lingerie discarded by the edge of Steve’s bed. The sheets were silky soft against your skin, but you were restless, constantly shifting as you watched your two boyfriends messily make out right in front of you.
By now, you would’ve joined them, one way or the other.
You knew they liked it when you jerked them off like this, both of them able to moan into each other’s mouths as you sat between them with delight and growing hunger. Like your muscle memory kicked it, your arms tugged forward, but to no use.
Eddie had tied your hands to Steve’s headboard, using some expensive ties Steve never used anyway. He had made sure you were comfy a millionth time while Steve had slowly undressed and kissed every new exposed patch of skin of yours he could find.
After kissing you nearly senseless, your head a swirling mess of feeling good and they’re so safe and gosh, I want to devour them, the spoiling had stopped.
And the real torture began.
It was the sounds that drove you out of your mind.
Eddie wasn’t holding himself back when it came to sex, but Steve? Him being vocal in bed was always borderline pornographic.
Your breath came out in uneven puffs; eyes glazed over with lust as the two men in your life made out in front of you. Eddie was kneeling over Steve’s hips, bending down to grab Steve’s hair and tug it back so he could litter kisses onto his sensitive neck, giving special attention to all the freckles on his sun-kissed skin.
One of Steve’s hands gripped the sheets while he other held on to your calf, his sweet moans filling the bedroom and being echoed by Eddie’s hungry growls and your quiet whines.
Fuck, they were so pretty.
You wanted to be in their middle.
Wetness was pooling between your thighs and probably dripping onto the bedding, yet your boyfriends paid no attention to you shifting and rubbing your thighs together as if you were in heat, desperately chasing any kind of friction you could get.
“Look at her, Stevie, our perfect dirty princess, hm?” Eddie mouthed against Steve’s cheek, tugging his chin to the side so they both stared at you with lust-blown eyes.
The angel and the devil.
Laying at your feet.
You gulped as goosebumps rose on your arms as Eddie wettened two of his fingers on Steve’s tongue and let them travel down your belly, lower and lower until-
You groaned as he stopped, the bastard having drawn an arrow of spit leading down to your aching pussy.
“She’s got that hazy look in her eyes…” Steve sighed dreamily, thumb brushing soothingly over your ankle despite making no move to help you get some relief at all.
Eddie nodded in appreciation, nuzzling his nose against Steve’s before his ringed fingers made quick work of Steve’s pants. “Usually, she looks like that when she’s sucking cock.”
There was nothing you wanted to do more right now.
Actually, there were. You wanted to do a million things to them.
“Get over here and fuck me, right now!” You whined, weakly struggling against your restraints as your eyes were glued in fury to the sight of Steve’s massive dick springing free against his stomach. Eddie licked his lips and winked at you in mischief, a short chaos erupting as he quickly tugged his own checkered boxershorts down, too.
“Aww, did you hear that?” Eddie chuckled and let his spit dribble down on Steve’s dick, your boyfriend moaning, jaw going slack as Eddie wrapped his fist around him firmly. “She really thinks she’s in control here. Can’t even move a muscle but making demands…so cute, isn’t she, Stevie?”
“So fucking beautiful.” Steve whined, torn between watching you struggle and seeing exactly what Eddie had planned for the three of you.
„How much more do you think she can take until she snaps?” The sheets rustled as Eddie leaned down over Steve once more, phantom pleasure shooting through you as he suddenly wrapped one hand both around his own and Steve’s dick. “Will it happen when she sees us having all the fun without her?”
The growl that left your lips was almost inhuman.
“Or when she sees all our cum wasted on each other’s bodies and not stuffing her weeping pussy full?” Eddie continued, dark glinting eyes not leaving yours as Steve cursed through his teeth at the hot feeling of his dick rubbing against Eddie’s. “See how that little muscle in her thigh just twitched?”
They were grinning at each other.
Menaces. Idiots. Stupid fucking idiots who had not even made you come once, yet you felt close to tumbling over the edge at the filthy picture they made. Fuck, you loved them so much.
“I want to come on her.” Steve rushed out, fingertips digging into Eddie’s shoulders as he rolled his hips up. “Or in her, I don’t fucking care, I just need-“
He gasped as Eddie released them both, sitting back on his haunches and pushing a hand through his messy hair.
“Remind me again how many times we didn’t let her cum?” Eddie pecked Steve’s flushed cheek, grinning at your shared boyfriend with a wild look in his eyes. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, although Steve now sitting between them forbid any search for friction. That look meant trouble.
Steve hummed, deep in thought as his fingertip drew circles on the inside of your sticky thighs, closer and closer to your puffy folds. Your breath hitched as the ghost of his pointy briefly brushed over the hood of your clit, only to draw back instantly.
You gasped, a sob stuck in your throat as you tried to buck your hips into his hand, but got held down by the bruising grip of Eddie’s hands. “Please- oh, please, please, please, I just need something-“
“Four times.” Steve concluded matter-of-fact, one kiss-bruised corner of his mouth lifting in sympathy.
You still felt each of them deep in your bones; Steve hoisting you up against the wall, offering his thigh for you to grind on while Eddie kissed your neck from behind. You, sprawled out over Eddie’s lap while Steve played with your pussy, slow and even circles with Eddie’s mouth on your tits. Eddie fingering you and the cold of his rings sending small sensory shocks through you as Steve whispered filth into your ear. Steve eating you out and groaning into your soaked pussy like he had been starving and Eddie telling him when to slow down or pick up the pace…
“You owe me.” You gasped, surprised when they actually didn’t argue with you. “It’s Valentine’s Day, assholes.”
Eddie laughed as Steve only apologetically kissed your wrists, the former skillfully undoing the restraints chaining you to the bed. “Yeah, I think you earned it big time, sweetheart.”
You hummed happily as Steve sank down between your legs to kiss your neck and chest, meanwhile Eddie pressing himself against your side and stroking Steve’s naked back as he drew you into an all-consuming kiss.
“What do you think, Stevie?” Eddie cooed, playfully biting down on your bottom lip before tilting his head at your boyfriend. “Four orgasms for her to make up for our teasing?”
“Four?” Steve and you said in unison. You shared a look, both of you looking fucked out already under Eddie’s masterful orchestrating of the night. In the past, three had been your limit and by then, the two men had already tucked you in and done aftercare before you fell asleep with a sated smile on your lips.
But four?
Could you do four?
Eddie took Steve’s hand in his and led it down to your pussy, the three of you moaning at each of you realized just how fucking wet you still were. Hot tender flesh throbbing against their welcomed attention for you.
Hell, you could do five.
“Let’s go for it.” You nodded at your two boyfriends, sinking down into the pillows against your back, not planning to even lift a single finger for what was yet to come. You trusted them with your whole heart and you knew you were in safe hands, no matter what. “Make it worth the wait.”
Steve and Eddie’s heated eyes met over your body, a silent conversation going on between them as Steve spread your legs and Eddie slowly leaned down to blow on your awaiting center.
“Oh baby…” Steve kissed your knee.
Eddie flashed a grin at you from between your thighs. “…you have no idea what’s coming for you.”
Of all the lives I ever pictured for myself, I never imagined I would be carried so willingly by others. Ensured I never need beg, and shown through action every day.
I am comforted. Checked in on. My cheek palmed while I look up into eyes of people who would never dream of harming me. Good, honest, love shining through them. Unmistakable.
The world is scary and dark, but these sweet soft flames are keeping me from getting lost, guiding me so gently to a future I'm lucky enough that they believe that I belong in. A future more than worth fighting for.
