#byers

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

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

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The tension in your stomach built as you felt Steve’s finger circle your needy hole. Ever the tease, Steve was. You could feel his cock almost bulging from his jeans under your ass. Jonathan’s pants also did little to conceal the arousal he was feeling, as well.

“Touch me, Jonathan,” you moaned. You’d never done this before, and it was unlike you to be so desperate while so vulnerable, but the softness and warmth Jonathan had shown you these past few months made you let go of all shame, “please?”  

Jonathan's pupils dilated, looking between your pretty pussy and Steve, smirking arrogantly behind you. 

“You heard the girl,” Steve chuckled, still tracing your entrance and clit with his fingers, “you wanna just watch or do you want to stop being a little bitch and get in on this, too?”

“Fuck you, Harrington,” Jonathan muttered before he shed his cardigan askew on the floor. Before you knew it, Jonathan was quickly on his knees, pulling your legs around his head and pushing his face desperately into your soaking cunt. 

Your moans echoed through the recording booth as your slim fingers immediately began lacing through Jonathan's soft locks. He was devouring you in a way you haven’t felt before. Like your juices were the only thing that could quench his thirst. But even in his lust, he was thoughtful. Gentle, almost. Unlike Steve, who dominated every inch of you to achieve maximal orgasm, Johnathan was worshipping your pussy. He moaned into it, palming his length still confined in his jeans as his tongue traced through your folds to find your clit. His voice was muffled by his now swollen lips, which have gently encompassed your bundle of nerves, sucking and licking slowly.

It felt new. It felt taboo, but dear god, you’d be lying if you hadn’t ever dreamt of being fucked by the two of them. Hopefully, you wouldn’t have to dream too much longer.

Steve let out a low growl at the scene, thoroughly impressed with Jonathan's gall. Steve pushed down the straps of your dress, his large hands grabbing both of your breasts as he palmed them. His thumbs twisted and pinched your nipples, watching them perk up with excitement, “Good job, Byers. That was a real pretty moan you got out of Princess, there. I’m impressed. Your mouth is useful for something other than whining, for once.”

Jonathan’s eyes looked up at you, hazy with arousal, before his eyes moved to Steve’s, filled with the same want. He reluctantly pulled back, catching his breath. Jonathan didn’t bother removing his silver rings as busy fingers began to spread open your glistening folds, mesmerized by your clit before murmuring, “No woman has ever let me do this before. Not even-... God, I-…” he chuckled, shaking his head as his thumb rubbed circles on your clit, causing your legs to shake on his shoulders.

He gently placed his fingers inside your enterance, eye fluttering as the warm walls of your pussy wrapped around him. He moved his middle and ring fingers in more until his rings forced him to stop.

He leaned back down, pumping in and out of you as your cunt became soaked again, leaking down his fingers. His lips gently kissed the soft inside of your thighs, legs still dangling over his shoulders. His movements were reverent as he kept his eyes on the wet mess he’d proudly made, “holy shit,” Jonathan mumbled, eliciting a soft whimper when he pulled his fingers out in an effort to not pass out from adrenaline.

Jonathan’s one and only ex was rather conservative in the bedroom, making the scene before him feel like it was straight out of his darkest fantasies he was way too embarrassed to ever speak of. Most usually involving you, and sometimes Steve. But here, there wasn’t any shame. Just want.

Steve chuckled deeply into your neck, glancing at Jonathan as he continued to work on a particularly big hickie, his grip never leaving your tits. Always the boob man, Harrington was, “Yeah, it’s pretty great. You’ve been missin’ out, bud. Especially Sweet Girl, here. She’s very reactive. Gets my ego goin’ pretty high.” 

Jonathan let out a soft laugh in affirmation before leaning back into you and taking one long lick from your entrance back up to your clit once more. His tongue was flat, placing pressure almost painstakingly against all the right nerves as he all but consumed you.

“Fuuuuuuccckkkkk,” you cried out, gripping onto Steve’s tanned biceps that were now wrapped protectively around you as you rode through your first of many orgasms. Both men let out stifled moans in approval of your pleasure.

With a quick movement, Steve moved your body off of him and back onto the sofa. You completely lost yourself for a moment, the scene in front of you mingling with the intoxication of endorphins, leaving you in a warm bliss. The sound of The Police record spinning on the Squak turntable was the only thing keeping you semi-grounded in the moment.

His large fingers carded through his sweaty hair as Steve let out a snort, “She cums once and is decommissioned for a minute, my poor baby,” he flashed you a teasing smile, shaking his head as he turned back to Jonathan, who was looking just as glassy-eyed as he had been a minute ago.

“Aye. Eyes on me, Byers.” Steve chuckled, gently tapping Jonathan's cheeks.

Jonathan snapped out of his pussy-drunk state, “I-… sorry.”

“Huh. Good boy,” Steve nodded in approval, unbuckling his jeans. “You said you’ve never eaten a girl out before?”

The question earned a flush of warmth to Jonathan’s cheeks, “Uhm, no. Not until now,” he said, throwing a shy glance your way as your naked body was sprawled out so beautifully on the worn sofa.

Steve pushed down his jeans and belt, taking his black Hanes briefs along with them. Jonathan had heard the rumor that Steve was packing. Hell, all of Hawkins had to have known about Steve “Big Dick” Harrington at this point, but the cock that was in front of his eyes right now was nothing short of porn-esque. 

Steve pumped himself slowly, his large hand barely wrapping around the thickness of his cock. If it weren’t for the sight of pearled precum gathering at the tip, it would be Steve’s natural heady musk that drew Jonathan under the Harrington spell. Steve’s voice growled lowly, looking down at Jonathan, still kneeling below him, “Looks like tonight is gonna be a lot of firsts for you, huh, Byers?” his words taunted, Steve's thumb wiping the remaining sweet juices of you off Jonathan's lips.

“Sweetheart? C’mere, babygirl,” Steve exhaled, pulling your legs closer to him, “I want to fuck you with my fingers while you watch Jonathan and me try something new,” Steve smiled, sucking your cum from his thumb, “Can you do that for us? I promise Jonathan and I will play with you again if you’re good… maybe at the same time…if your pretty holes can take it, of course,” he winked.

You immediately blushed once again, pink cheeks glowing as you adjusted your position close enough for Steve to caress your skin once more.

Steve laughed, turning to Jonathan. “hear that, Byers? If you make me come, I’ll let you fuck my girl.”

“Is that a challenge, Harrington? Cause you seem to be enjoying this more than I expected.”

Steve let out a loud scoff before turning to wink at you. He began taking off his shirt to reveal his heavy torso, tuffs of brunette chest hair curling about. Steve’s fingers gently touched Jonathan’s cheek, tracing down to his lips.

“Pretty,” Steve began, dipping the fingers inside Jonathan’s mouth, eliciting another moan from the man as they gently pushed towards the back of his throat.

“Shh. I’m just getting you warmed up, don’t get too excited,” Steve chided, “although you do look rather pathetic right now, Byers. Looks good on you.”

Steve’s large fingers, now slick with Jonathan’s saliva, were finally removed from Jonathan’s mouth before he gently placing them into your warm, aching cunt once more. You tried your best to focus on your own upcoming orgasm, but it was quite distracting watching Jonathan stick out his swollen tongue, a look of concentration in his eyes as he assessed Steve’s massive length for the best starting point before applying the same technique he’d done to you. One long, pressured lick from Steve’s balls to his tip, using a rather visible vein as his guide.

Steve tried to hold back a moan of ecstasy, but the pleasure of the moment seemed too much, even for him. Your boyfriend smiled, turning towards you with that spark of cockiness that always twinkled in his eyes during sex. “Mmm... see, babygirl? I told you the dress looks good on you!”