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Title: rockin' 'round the christmas tree
Couple: Steve Harrington/Fem!Reader
Category: fluff
Content Warning: nothing really. mentions of being tipsy and drinking. but none that i can think of
Word Count: 1328
Summary: Steve and his wife slowdance in the tree light
A/N: this is my first one shot written in a while. briefly edited but yeah. hope you enjoy merry crimmings!
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It was fairly late when Steve and I returned home. The Wheeler Family was having a Christmas party and invited us. Well, Nancy had invited us. After all, she was one of Steveâs good friends. Mrs. Wheeler knew how to throw one helluva holiday party. She was an exceptional host.Â
Steven had taken the long way home, taking us through the nicer neighborhoods and streets just to see the pretty lights. Heâd known since the beginning of our relationship that Christmas was my favorite holiday. The lights, the decorations, spending time with your loved ones, and lest we not forget the cookies and baked goodies. The party itself really hit the spot for me. But just sitting in the car beside Steve while he drove around Hawkins, quietly mumbling along to Jingle Bell Rock filled my heart with immense joy.
But I soon realized that my feet were killing me. It was mostly my fault. I wanted to dress cute and dress to the nines for this party. Beauty is pain is what my mother always said. However, this wasnât worth it. Sure, Steve and I looked nice, as well as everyone else.Â
âI think Iâm ready to go home,â I said, finding my words slurring slightly. Sure, I probably had one too many of Mrs. Wheelerâs Merry Mistletoe Martinis. But my God they were delicious. I think I was sipping my third one before Steve gave me the knowing glance. It wasnât an angered or annoyed one, just the one that said Itâs probably time to go. I agreed. âMy feet are killing me,â I quickly added as I looked down at my shoes. If there wasnât almost a foot of snow on the ground and cold, Iâd taken my uncomfortable shoes off 5 minutes ago.Â
âYeah, mine are too,â Steve half said through a yawn. I looked over at him, an eyebrow quickly raising as I watched him hold the back of his hand to his mouth as he yawned. He glanced back at me, catching me staring. âMore exhausted than sore feet,â he quickly said with a laugh. I hummed and nodded.
âThat sounds more right,â I laughed. From the corner of my eye, I could see Steve looking at me. The smallest smile on his lips as he offered me his hand. I looked down at it, the small golden shine of his wedding band catching my eye. I smiled, staying still for a moment before resting my hand in his. âMrs. Wheeler sure knows how to throw a party.â
âWell, she didnât a few years back,â Steve laughed as his attention was fully back on the snowy and icy roads ahead of us. Rainbows of lights whizzed by us as he picked up speed a bit.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
âWell, back when Nancy and I wereâŠâ He paused and glanced at me, testing the waters before he continued, âDating, Mrs. Wheeler was sort of against⊠Any kind of party.â
âHouse parties are different. Especially when most of the guests are adults now,â I laughed as I turned to face him a bit more. He glanced at me and nodded.
âEither way, still a great party,â I mused as I leaned closer to him. He smiled before pulling my hand closer to his lips to kiss. The rest of our ride home was filled with random conversations and soft Christmas music.Â
Once we were home, Steve quickly went to the kitchen while I found myself wandering to the living room. The couch was soft when I sat on it, the various throw pillows falling against me. I leaned forward to unbuckle my shoes, kicking them off and as far away from me as possible. Now if only I could rip the stupid pantyhose off me without ruining them. Who am I kidding, they were ruined the moment I pulled them on.
A certain warmth grew in the room, causing me to look up. Steve was standing by the fireplace, moving a few logs before crippling up some old newspapers. I smiled when he lit a match and tossed it into the fireplace. Then he stood and approached me.
âCâmere,â Steve whispered as he stood in front of me. The lights of our tree illuminated his face, making his skin turn different hues of purples, pinks, and blues. I stared at him, watching him extend his hand out to me. A soft smile grew across his lips as he nodded to his extended hand. I looked back at him through my eyelashes before resting the tips of my fingers on the palm of his hand.Â
A second later, Steve pulled me off the couch and into his chest. His free hand rested on my hip while he held me close. I looked up at him as I rested my hand on his chest.Â
âWhatcha doinâ, Steve?â I asked as he slowly started swaying to the beat of Bing Crosbyâs White Christmas. The hem of my skirt flowed smoothly with each movement we had made, almost as if it was waterlike.Â
âSlow-dancing with the love of my life,â he whispered as he pulled me even closer. Each of his words hit the shell of my ear and quickly made their way to my heart. I took a shaky breath and moved back slightly to look at his face.Â
Though his face was still illuminated by the various colored lights, I could see the faintest blush grow across his face. The corner of his lip twitched upwards into a cheeky smirk. Even though his smile was a little sly, the expression in his eyes told me everything he was to embarrassed to say.Â
âI appreciate you waiting till I took those ridiculously uncomfortable shoes off. Pretty sure my feet havenât been this swollen since high school band,â I exasperated. Steve laughed before pressing his lips to my forehead.
âNothing like slow dancing barefooted in the living room lit by the Christmas tree,â he mused. I hummed happily as I rested my head on his shoulder. With each light beat of his heart, I could feel myself growing more and more drowsy. The warmth of the house only added to the sleepiness.Â
âIt was smart starting a fire,â I softly whispered as more warmth (in both feeling and sight) appeared in the living room. Steve chuckled softly and nodded before turning to show me the fireplace with a lit fire.
âFigured youâd be cold,â he spoke with such gentleness. I looked up at him and smiled. My chin resting on the middle of his chest. A strand of hair fell in front of his eyes as he looked down at me.Â
âI guess you figured correctly,â I giggled. âI love you.â
âI love you too,â he whispered before pressing his lips to mine. But the sweet moment was ruined the moment Rockinâ Around The Christmas Tree started playing over the radio. With a gasp, I moved away from him. My eyes, like the christmas tree, lit up with excitement.Â
âI LOVE THIS SONG!â I shouted as I quickly changed our slow dancing to a fast-paced jitterbug. Steve laughed as he stood stalk where he stood. Once the song was in full swing did he finally humor me and start the crazier dancing with me.Â
âIt was a tender moment for, well, a moment,â Steve laughed as he spun me out. I laughed again as he pulled me back into his body. With both of his arms wrapped, he held me close to him. My head craned a bit to look at him. Ignoring the music that played over us, I went up to kiss him again.Â
âYouâre my favorite present, you know that,â I whispered. He smiled before shrugging slightly.
âI figured as much,â he retorted before kissing me again. âGood thing youâre my favorite present. Lookâit you, all wrapped up,â he said as he snuggled closer to me. I couldnât help but roll my eyes.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x (female) Reader x Eddie Munson
Summary: hooking up with your boyfriend Steve at a party when Eddie accidentally walks in and, well, one thing leads to anotherâŠ
Warnings: alcohol consumption but everyoneâs still aware enough to consent, smut, mean dom Steve, soft dom Eddie, semi-public sex I guess?, fingering, threesome (m+m+f), penetrative sex (m+f), anal sex (m+f), degradation kink / name-calling, one mildly sexist dirty talk comment??, praise kink, manhandling, hair pulling, choking, orgasm denial / delay, minors DNI
A/N: title is from Rock the Night by Europe bc I was listening to it whilst I wrote this lmao! anyways yeah I hope you guys have fun with this one, I certainly did writing it <33
p.s. just to forewarn you this is kinda long, but I promise itâs worth it!!
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking âkeep readingâ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
You moan into Steveâs mouth as his hands run up your thighs, edging towards the hem of your skirt. Your hands tangle into the soft curls of hair at the back of his neck, pulling lightly. Steve chuckles softly against your lips.
âSo needyâ he teases as he moves his lips to kiss across your jaw. âSo desperate you wanna get off right here, on the floor of this random bedroom, where anyone from this lame party could walk in and see at any moment?â He teases you as his hands slide further up your thighs, moving to cup your ass and pull you closer to him.
You were both currently sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, lounging on a pile of cushions that had been left there. It hadnât taken two seconds for you and your boyfriend to take your seats and begin making out heavily once youâd found the empty room, not even bothering to lock the door behind you.
You just moan and pull his hair again to answer his question. You arch your back, pushing your tits closer to his face as his lips trail down your neck. You gasp lightly when you feel one of Steve fingers run across your panties, pushing lightly into your slit, not enough for you to really feel anything, but enough to tease you and get your head spinning from more than just the alcohol youâd consumed. You buck your hips forward, pushing against Steveâs hand.
Itâs then that you hear the sound of the door opening.
âOh shit, sorry! My badâ someone slurs as they stumble through the door, beer spilling onto the floor.
You look up only to be met with the dark round eyes of your best friend. Eddie.
Eddie stares wide eyed, taking in the scene in front of him. You and Steve on the floor, your skirt hitched up, with Steveâs hand beneath it, between your legs.
You and Eddie both open your mouths to say something. But your speech is cut short when another loud moan escapes you, caused by Steve brazenly pushing his fingers against your clit. You gasp and mewl as your hips involuntarily rut against Steveâs hand as he rubs your clit through your panties, your wetness soaking through the thin fabric.
Steve just continues his movements, watching as you pathetically hump his hand, unable to help yourself. All the while you and Eddie keep your eyes locked on each other. Eddie stares at you with his mouth hanging open, completely mesmerised by the scene in front of him. The view of you rutting and humping, so desperate for friction you didnât even care that your friend was there watching as this all went down.
âYou like what you see?â Steve taunts Eddie darkly.
Eddie stammers awkwardly. Of course he liked what he saw. It was only his dream every single night, to see you like this. Granted in his dreams it was usually his hand between your legs, but he guessed this was the next best thing.
âDude, if you think she looks good you should see how fucking good she feelsâ Steve carries on, seemingly unfazed by the fact that there was another man watching as he touched you. âSo wet and warm, always so tight no matter how many times Iâve fucked herâ Steve smirks.
Both you and Eddie moan softly at Steveâs words.
âYou wanna come see for yourself, Munson? Feel for yourself?â Steve removes his hand from you, leaning back casually against the foot of the bed.
You whine and look at Eddie desperately, saddened by the loss of touch, your aching pussy grinding against nothing.
Eddie looks rapidly back and forth between you and Steve, unsure of the proposition. You knew Eddie liked you; youâd been friends forever and you could just sense it. And honestly, if it wasnât for Steve, you probably would be with Eddie. You couldnât deny that youâd thought about similar scenarios with him on quite a few occasions, despite dating Steve.
âI- are you sure man?â Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve.
Steve looks over to you; âif sheâs okay with it.â
You look back at Eddie, at how his eyes were drinking in the sight of you. You were fairly certain you could see the beginning of a tent in his ripped jeans. You keep your eyes on Eddie as you sit up on your knees. You then slowly drag your hands down your body, over your breasts, pulling your tight shirt down until there was very little left to the imagination. You trail your fingers down your thighs until you reach the hem of your skirt. You grab the hem and slowly pull it up your body, flashing your panties at Eddie, whoâs eyes remain completely transfixed by your every move.
âPleaseâ you whisper.
And that was all the motivation Eddie needed. He slams the door behind him, locking it quickly. He puts his beer bottle down on the desk and practically knee slides over to you on the floor.
One of his hands cups the back of your neck, the warmth of your flushed skin contrasting against the cold metal of Eddieâs rings. Eddieâs other hand goes to cup your throbbing pussy, rubbing over your mound teasingly. You moan pathetically again.
âEddie pleaseâ you whimper. âTouch me.â
âNeedy little thing, isnât she?â Steve taunts.
âMmmâ Eddie hums his agreement as he palms your pussy a little harder, causing you to whine and pout your lips.
Eddie smirks as he takes his hand and finally tucks it under your panties, two of his fingers finding their way between your folds. You shiver and gasp softly as his fingers run along your slit.
âOh fuck, sheâs so wetâ Eddie groans.
Steve lets out cocky scoff.
âI know, sheâs been fucking needy all nightâ Steve leans towards you as he speaks, uttering the last line right against your earlobe; âitâs pathetic.â
Eddie just groans again as he gathers your slick. Your body arched forwards, your hands landing on Eddieâs shoulders to steady yourself. Your eyes almost roll into the back of your head when you feel Eddieâs finger breach your entrance, pushing inside you gently. You moan again and focus your lust-blown eyes on Eddieâs.
âYeah, you feeling a lil needy sweetheart?â Eddie coos softly as he continues to watch your face. âThis what youâve been wanting?â He tilts his head at you as his finger pushes deeper inside you, his knuckle brushing against your entrance.
You pout your lips and nod. You certainly had been needy all night, pestering Steve until heâd finally snapped and slammed you into the nearest empty room. Youâd thought youâd be spending the night with Steveâs fingers inside you. Youâd never imagined your secret wet dream of having Eddie fuck you would ever actually come true. And yet here you were, with Eddieâs finger so deep in your pussy you could feel the kiss of his rings against your hole.
You let out another moan as you revel in the moment, your literal wet dream coming true. Your thighs tremble as they hold you up, your hips bucking as you grind against Eddieâs hand. Eddie clocks your desperation and decides to take mercy on you.
âDonât worry sweetheart, Iâve got youâ he hums, pushing another finger inside you.
You lurch forward at the sensation, your legs almost buckling, but Eddie holds you steady by the back of your neck.
âThis feel good baby?â Eddie asks just as he brings his thumb to brush against your clit.
You gasp at the extra sensation, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning loud enough for the rest of the party to hear you. Your hips start to hump Eddieâs hand even faster, racing your way towards a climax which youâd been so desperately chasing all evening.
You chance a look over to Steve to see him watching you intently. You moan and almost cum right then when you notice Steve palming himself through his jeans as he watches Eddie finger-fuck you.
âYouâre close, huh, princess?â Steve questions as he keeps palming himself. âEddie making you feel good with his fingers hmm?â
Thereâs a wicked edge in Steveâs voice that almost unnerves you. You just stare at Steve, nodding lightly as you carry on fucking yourself onto Eddieâs expert fingers, your body so close to release.
âGoodâ Steve smirks evilly. âStopâ he says flatly.
Both your hips and Eddieâs fingers falter in their motions as you both whip your heads to look at Steve.
âI said, stopâ Steve commands slowly, emphasising each word.
Eddie obeys swiftly, his fingers stopping their motions and pulling out of you. Your climax retreats, your body feeling empty and aching with need. You whine, something akin to a cry, tears almost welling your eyes as youâre left feeling even more needy and desperate than you were to begin with.
Steve sits up to lean his face close to yours.
âYouâre not getting off that easy baby, not after youâve been bugging me all eveningâ he taunts. âYou wanna whine and beg like a slut all evening? Well now youâre gonna get exactly what you want princess; youâre gonna get fucked like the little slut you areâ he seethes through his teeth.
Your pussy clenches over nothing at the promise.
âWeâre gonna show Eddie here just what a filthy whore you areâ Steve adds savagely as he begins to undo his jeans, opening the zip but not freeing himself just yet.
âYou sure about this man?â Eddie questions.
âYouâve been wanting to fuck her for ages, right?â Steve shrugs. âWell, nowâs your chance.â
Steve grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it off him in one fluid motion, in the way he knows drives you wild.
Eddie looks to you quickly; âare you sure about this baby?â
Instead of answering him you just close the gap between the two of you and push your lips against his. You both moan into the kiss, your mouths opening up to each other almost immediately. Your hands paw at the hem of his shirt, signalling to him you wanted it off. He obliges quickly and tosses it to the side. You moan again as you feel his soft skin underneath your hands as they wondered all over his torso. Eddieâs hands cup your neck, his fingers caressing the back of your head, leaving you no room to move. Eddie almost didnât care about anything or anyone else, in this moment he simply wished to keep your lips on his forever.
You then feel another pair of hands snake around your waist. Steveâs hands tug on your shirt, pulling it up and untucking it from your skirt. A small whine escapes you as you have to part ways with Eddieâs lips when Steve lifts your shirt over your head.
âHoly shitâ Eddie groans quietly.
Itâs then that you remember you hadnât worn a bra tonight and it was your bare chest that was now staring Eddie in the face.
âSheâs got nice tits huh?â Steve says almost proudly.
âHell yeah manâ Eddie practically grins.
âGo on, feel them. Theyâre fucking perfectâ Steve smirks.
Eddie dives towards you again, his lips recapturing yours. But now his hands palm your tits, kneading and pinching them, learning their shape. You whine into Eddieâs mouth when he pinches your nipples between his fingers. You can feel the smirk on his lips.
âYouâre so fucking beautifulâ Eddie moans into your mouth.
You grip Eddieâs hair, your body arching up against his chest. Behind you you feel the rough fabric of Steveâs jeans rubbing against your ass. His hands on your hips pull you back against the tent at his crotch. Steveâs hands then hike up your skirt, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. You have to pull away from Eddie momentarily as Steve pulls your panties down your legs. Eddie helps to support your torso as you shift your weight on each leg, letting Steve pull the underwear completely off you and tossing them aside to where their two shirts were.
Your hands rake down Eddieâs stomach, leaving red marks in their wake. You undo his belt and the zip to his jeans, palming him through his boxers, feeling how hard he already was for you. Eddie smirks softly at you as you look up at him doe-eyed. He pushes his jeans and boxers down his thighs, freeing his already leaking cock. You instinctively moan at the sight of it. You subconsciously noted that he was similar in size to Steve, if not a bit thicker. You were about to reach for him when Eddieâs hands grab your hips and pull you forwards, your body ending up flush against his. You gasp at the sudden move, but your gasp is quick to turn into a moan when you feel Eddie's cock between your thighs, resting just below where you were so desperately craving him.
Behind you Steve continues to let his hands roam over your body, just letting Eddie have his moment with you first. Eddie slides a hand around your back, keeping you steady. His other hand grabs his cock, guiding it through your folds to gather the wetness that and gathered there. Eddie moans softly as he feels your warmth and your wetness. You buck your hips again, grinding along his cock, overwhelmed with the absolute dizzying need for your pussy to be touched, to be filled.
Finally, Eddieâs tip lines up with your entrance. A high pitched whimper escapes your throat as he slowly sinks inside you. Thereâs a small burn that mixes with the deep ache inside your cunt as his girth stretches you out.
âOh fuck. Shitâ Eddie whimpers as he pushes in further. âShit, sheâs so tightâ he pants, heâs eyes screwing shut, his head tossed back as he revels in the feeling of you.
âTold yaâ Steve scoffs as he moves his hand to palm your ass cheek roughly. "No matter how many times I fuck her like the whore she is she still feels tight as a virgin. Like fucking heaven huh?â Steve looks over your shoulder at Eddie.
âYes, fuckâ Eddie groans again as he slowly starts to move his hips, building up a thrusting motion.
Your nails dig into his bare shoulders as you fight to keep yourself upright. Just as youâd managed to steady yourself you feel the head of Steveâs cock brush against your ass, his tip just pushing in between your cheeks. You whimper, feeling Steveâs pre-cum spread over your tight hole as he rubs against it. You hear Steve spit before you feel the warmth of it between your cheeks as he lubricates himself and your ass. The next thing you feel is Steveâs hand pulling open your cheeks, the head of his cock pushing slightly harder against your hole as he prepares to enter you. You crash forwards with the force of Steve pushing you from behind, falling into Eddieâs chest.
âShhh itâs okay. You can take him sweetheartâ Eddie hums softly against your head, his hands rubbing over your back soothingly.
You cry out, your fingers digging painfully into Eddieâs flesh as Steve finally breaches your hole. Your body shakes, both pain and pleasure flaring through you, as Steve slowly pushes himself as deep as he could inside you. He grunts as he sinks himself into you to the hilt.
âYouâre doing so good babyâ Eddie murmurs against your head. âJust relax, weâve got youâ he continues to stroke your back, rubbing small circles into your skin.
Eddie keeps still for a moment, letting you adjust as Steve slowly starts to thrust into you. He grunts with each thrust, his hands palming your ass cheeks roughly. After a few thrusts the pain starts to subside and you feel your body become alight with pleasure again, feeling so deliciously full having both men inside you.
You let out a choked gasp when you feel Steveâs hand wrap around your throat, pulling you off Eddieâs chest and into his. Your back arches awkwardly as Steve holds you against him. Eddie finally takes the opportunity to pick up his thrusts again, pushing in and out of you in time with Steve. Steveâs hand cups your throat, his index finger pushing against your chin, tilting it up towards the ceiling.
âHowâd you feel now princess? Stuffed full of cock like the slut you are. Is this what you so desperately wanted, hmm?â Steve seethes against your earlobe.
You just whimper in response, your lower lip trembling. Steve barks a harsh laugh.
âLook at you, so cock drunk you canât even answer me.â
You cry out as Steve slams hard into you, both him and Eddie starting to pick up the pace. Your body practically goes slack between them, their arms and their bodies being the only things holding you up as they both fuck into you. Steve grunts and groans loudly as he pounds you. It was sounds youâd heard a thousand times before but still never tired of.
But Eddie... Eddie on the other hand... He was whimpering and moaning; soft noises youâd never have imagined would leave the mouth of your metalhead best friend. Let alone the fact that those soft sweet noises were because he was balls deep inside your aching pussy.
Eddie leans forward, his head dipping so he could latch his lips to your neck. You sigh contently at the gentle feeling of his lips kissing all over your neck and your shoulders, your collarbones, anywhere he could get around where Steveâs hand still held your throat.
âMmmm youâre being so good for us sweetheart, taking both our cocks like a good girlâ Eddie murmurs against your skin as he kisses along your shoulder and across your left collarbone.
âMore like a good little slutâ Steve hisses sharply, moving his hand up to grab your jaw between his fingers.
Steve twists your head to the side, forcing you to look back at him. His fingers dug painfully into your cheeks, your lips pursed awkwardly as he looked down at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
âHmm?â Steve taunts you dangerously. âOne cock just wasnât gonna to be enough for you huh? You needed both of us to fill you up, greedy little thing arenât you?â His fingers squeeze your cheeks on his last sentence.
You whimper pitifully as you look up at him with pleading eyes.
âI didnât quite catch thatâ Steve mocks. âI said,â he seethes through gritted teeth, âyouâre a greedy little thing, arenât you?â
For emphasis he slams his hips against your ass with extra force, causing your legs to almost buckle as you whimper again. Thank gods you were so securely wedged between the boysâ bodies that there was no way you could fall. You were fairly certain your legs werenât holding your own weight up at this point anyway.
You manage to nod your head lightly, despite Steveâs hand still cupping your jaw like a vice.
âY-y-yesâ is all you manage to whisper with a shaky breath.
Steve just huffs a satisfied grunt at your answer, roughly letting go of your jaw. With Steveâs hand no longer there to support your head you let yourself fall forwards against Eddie, your face resting on his chest, your fingers clinging desperately to his shoulders again as you tried to keep yourself upright. You knew Eddie would have scratch marks lasting a week down his back after this as you clawed at him.
Eddieâs arm thatâs wrapped around your torso holds you tighter, pulling you closer against his chest, leaving you no room to slip. Eddieâs other hand gripped your hip, his thumb stroking small, reassuring circles against your skin. Eddieâs hands were soft and comforting against your body, they were steadying and grounding whilst your mind and body was spinning from all the sensations. Alternatively, Steveâs hands were as rough and as brutal as his thrusts as he gripped your body.
Steve then grabs the back of your neck again. He lifts your head up off Eddieâs shoulders, getting your attention back on him, your head twisted awkwardly as you try to look back at Steve. His eyes are aflame with wickedness as you feel his other hand slowly snake itâs way up your body, trailing from your hips, to your belly button, then up the centre of your stomach, up to just below your breasts. Steveâs hand then travels even higher, up your chest, until eventually he finds his mark at your neck.
Steveâs fingers wrap around your throat. You wheeze a small moan before you feel him start to apply pressure, his fingers squeezing your neck.
âLook at meâ Steve commands, pulling harshly on your hair, tilting your face up to look at him. âI want you to look at Eddie as you cum. I want him to see your face as you cum over both our cocks like the dirty whore you areâ he smiles wickedly.
Your mouth opens in a silent cry as his other hand tightens even further around your throat. At the same time Eddieâs hand moves from your hip, sliding down your body until his fingers found your clit. A shuddering whimper bubbles in your throat as your body reels with pleasure, the sensations almost becoming overwhelming. Your whimper almost sounds like more like a sob, tears stinging your eyes as you look up to ceiling, as if youâd find help there.
âCome on baby, cum for usâ Eddie leans forward to nose your cheek, his breath fanning over your face.
âI canât- itâs too- too muchâ you cry, your entire body on fire.
Steve yanks your hair again, forcing your eyes back to him.
âToo badâ he whispers wickedly. âYou will cum for usâ he grunts even as his own thrusts start to falter.
âYes you can, you can do it sweetheartâ Eddie whispers against your cheek. âCum for us, baby.â
Eddieâs fingers moved faster against your clit as he spoke, bringing you right to the precipice of pleasure. Steve looks at your face and knows youâre right there, right about to tip over into your climax.
âThatâs it baby, show Eddie here how fucking hot you look when you cum. Let him hear how good you soundâ Steve growls.
At the last second Steve releases the grip on your neck, oxygen finally flowing back through you. He carries on holding the back of your head with his other hand, holding your head up, like you were a doll on display; keeping your head in place so Eddie would have the perfect view of your face as you fell apart.
âOh fuckâ your barely manage to choke out as the waves of pleasure finally crash through your body.
Your entire body shakes and convulses, your pussy and your thighs clenching with each roll of pleasure. Your eyes look pleadingly at Eddie as you completely unravel, your mouth open, jaw slack, pathetic gurgled moaning being the only sound leaving your lips.
âDoesnât she look fucking perfect?â Steve grunts as he keeps rutting into you. âFeels so fucking good when her pussy squeezes you doesnât it?â He taunts Eddie.
âShit, manâ Eddieâs eyes screw shut as his hips stutter. âOh fuck, she feels fucking incredibleâ Eddie moans, his eyes heavily lidded as he tries desperately to keep looking at you.
The feeling of your pussy tightening around him paired with Steveâs filthy words were finally enough to tip Eddie over the edge too. Your pussy continues to clench around Eddie as you feel his cock twitch. You moan again as you feel Eddieâs warmth flood inside you, a loud grunt falling from his lips. Eddieâs hips push hard against you, pushing as deep as he could inside you. The position has you rutting your hips back further against Steve, whose hips slowly start to stutter as he approaches his own climax.
Steve gives a final loud grunt as he too finally climaxes. His fingers dig roughly into your skin and you knew youâd have bruises to show for it the next day. You lift one arm up and wrap it around Steveâs head, twisting your fingers in his hair as he ruts through his orgasm.
Their paces may have slowed but both boys continue to slowly thrust into you, even as they both came inside you. You could feel your cunt get sticky as Eddie essentially fucks his cum back out of you with long and deep thrusts. You can feel a mixture of both yours and Eddieâs fluids leak down your thighs.
Once everyone had ridden out their highs the boys finally stop their movements, just staying still for a moment as you all caught your breath. Eddieâs hands go back to stroking your back as you slump against him again.
âGood girlâ he whispers. âYou did so well for us.â
Steve scoffs harshly and places a slap to your ass, causing your body to jolt.
âYou satisfied now hmm?â He teases. âFeeling all good and fucked out?â
You just nod your head pathetically in response.
âGoodâ he smirks.
Itâs then that you feel Steve placing soft kisses up your back. You should be taken aback by the sudden tenderness but you knew that this is just what Steve was like. He could be mean and cruel whilst fucking you, but afterwards he was always soft and sweet with you. It was one of the many things you loved about him.
âCome on baby, let Eddie and I clean you up hmm?â Steve kisses the back of your right shoulder.
You again just nod, not having the energy or strength to do much else.
âDonât worry sweetheart, weâll take care of you. Weâve got youâ Eddie reassures you gently.
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A/N: hehe sorry for how long it is but also not sorry bc I hope you enjoyed it!! <33