#dom!steve

When Steve’s phone buzzes, he’s quick to pick up his phone, mouth agape when he sees what you’ve sent him. He wasn’t actually expecting you to send it, but he’s certainly not going to complain. And god, do you look good. Better than he could have ever imagined.

Steve: Fuck

Steve: Fuck, can I come over? I need to see it for myself. 

You: You were already going to, remember?

Now, he’s coming over for a completely different reason. He’s in the car as soon as you’ve replied, driving to your apartment way faster than he should be. If he thinks about it too much, he’ll talk himself out of it, so he can’t. This just feels so weird-where this is going. Steve has never felt this way about you. He’s always thought you were pretty, beautiful, even, but he’s never really been attracted to you. At least, not in a sexual way. 

You’re so fucking nervous as you wait for Steve to come over, sitting on your bed and staring at your phone that’s tracking his location. When you see that he’s outside your building, you tighten your robe and fix the clip that you’ve got your hair wrapped up in as you hurry to the door, touching up your lipstick in the mirror.

You jump when he knocks and open the door as your heart pounds in your chest. You’re nervous but excited when you see him on the other side. You’ve also never thought of him in that way but now you think you might be starting to.

You invite him inside and your heart hammers as he looks around your apartment like he doesn’t know it like the back of his hand. He’s nervous too, trying to figure out how he’s going to go about this. He’s normally so smooth when it comes to women but not with you, apparently. Not tonight.

He steps closer, crowding your space until you’re backed up against the wall. He tugs on the belt of your robe and the thing falls open to reveal the set he’s been dying to see. And he can’t help but let out a gasp when he sees it, how fucking good you look. 

“Fuck, you look fucking amazing. Can’t believe you wore this for me. Fuck, can I-can I touch you?”

“Please,” you beg and he really likes the sound of that. His hand moves up to your bra, fingers gliding over the lace at the top of one of the cups as his eyes flit back and forth from your own to your lips. He leans in and you meet him in the middle grabbing him by his jacket as his hand slides into your bra, cupping one of your breasts.

He gives it a squeeze as his body presses to yours, pushing you against the wall. He wedges his knee between your legs, licking into your mouth as you let out a loud moan. You push off his jacket and it falls to the floor as he picks you up. Your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you into his room. Your hands are all in his hair, pulling and tugging and he’s eating it up, whining and moaning at every touch. He lies you down on the bed, both of you hurrying to undress each other. It’s like you’re both racing against the clock because you’re afraid that the attraction will wear off, but it doesn’t. 

He’s pulling off your panties as you’re unbuttoning his pants and in the blink of an eye, you’re both undressed, taking in each other’s naked bodies. You honestly never thought you’d see Steve Harrington naked and clearly you were missing out, suddenly overcome with the need to suck him off. 

You get on your knees in front of him, spitting into your hand before taking his cock in it, moving up and down, looking up at him to see his reaction. His eyes are already shut, your name falling from his pretty lips.

And when you bring his cock to your mouth, it’s over for him. His knees start to buckle as he moves your head up and down his length, getting the strength to watch you work, your red lipstick smudging on it making him feel some time of way. 

He moves to sit down on the bed and you’re back on him in an instant, fully intending on finishing what you started. You’re both getting more aggressive, moving faster, his nails digging into your scalp as he grabs fists full of your hair. 

You’re gagging as he gets deeper and deeper but you don’t dare stop, not when he’s so close. 

“Jesus, slow down. That’s it, right there. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

You feel him cum in your mouth, swallowing as much as you can after you’ve pulled him out with a loud pop. He stares at you in awe as he comes down, thinking that you look best on your knees, like this is an altar and your worshipping him. 

He helps you to your feet and in an instant, you’re straddling him, grinding against him as he sticks his tongue into your mouth, wanting to see what he tastes like on your tongue. You can feel how hard he is underneath you. 

You moan into his mouth as your tongues tangle, kisses getting more and more needy as he pulls you down as he collapses onto the bed. Your hands are in his hair again, pulling as his hands move down to your ass, giving it a rough slap which causes you to gasp into his mouth. 

He rolls you onto your back, now hovering over you, eyes darkening as he looks over you again. You’ve never seen this side of Steve-mean and demanding-but you’re not going to lie, you actually love it. You like that he feels comfortable enough to show you how he really behaves in the bedroom.

“Here’s how this is gonna go,” he says, his voice taking on an authoritative tone. “I’m in charge here. And if you obey, I might give you a treat.”

“What kind of treat?” You’re usually the boss between the two of you in everything that you do so he’s surprised that you’re just giving in like this. You’re giving him all of the authority, no questions asked and he’s actually really into the fact that you’re so willing to be submissive. 

You watch him lower himself down onto you, only hand moving down to your dripping cunt, the other wrapping around your tit, massaging it. His lips wrap around your other nipple as both hands work. His fingers are pumping fast and hard while his other hand and mouth work on your nipples, twisting, and licking, and sucking.

You’re so dizzy from everything he’s doing to you and as much as you’re enjoying it, you really just want him to fuck you. You want to feel all of him as he fucks you over and over, filling you up so much that you can practically feel him in your stomach. 

“I need you,” you tell him and he stops entirely, a chuckle falling from his lips as he makes eye contact with you again. His hands pin yours to the bed as his eyes darken again, a smug smirk playing on his lips. 

“Then you’re gonna have to beg.”

“Please,” you whine and he smiles wider. 

“You must really want it if you’re giving in that easily.” He leans forward so that his lips are just a few centimeters from yours. “But I’m not giving in that easily.” He pulls away, only for you to whine. You clearly want him badly and he thinks he can get off from just your begging.

“Steve, please. I need you so bad and you know just how much.” You wriggle one of your hands out of his grasp and drag his to your cunt where it just was as a reminder. You’re still dripping.

He gets off of you and finds a condom in the pocket of his jeans. He opens it and rolls it on before pounding into you. And your moans are only encouraging him to go even faster and harder so he does.

The bed is shaking underneath you, your headboard knocking against the wall over and over. His fingers are digging into your waist with so much pressure that it’s going to leave bruises, but you’re eating it up.

Your hips are sore from how hard you’re bucking against his but you’re already so close that you can’t give up just yet. You feel it coming as Steve is fully seated inside you and let it course through you, screaming his name over and over as you finish. 

Steve pulls out and disposes of the condom before the two of you get under the covers. As soon as your bodies are pressed together and your lamp is turned off, he’s soft, sweet Steve again as he presses a kiss to your forehead, telling you how good you were before the two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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A knock comes from the door to my office. 

“Come in,” I say, closing my laptop and turning around in my chair. 

Eddie comes in more apprehensively than usual. I haven’t called him into a formal meeting in my office since we started planning to take her. He knows something is wrong. He sits on the black couch and leans back, his arms draping over the back of the sofa which makes his black shirt ride up just enough to show the handle of his glock in his waistband, 

I know he sees my eyes roam over him and I don’t care. We are far beyond the point of politeness with one another. 

“I’m in trouble,” he states, his eyes squinted as he meets my own. 

I chuckle only because it’s true. 

“And you know why?” I ask. I can practically feel the blood pumping in my veins. He just needs to admit what they’ve been doing so I can stop fucking picturing it every time they’re near each other. 

Eddie avoids my gaze. “It’s casual,” he mumbles, scratching his chin. I can’t help the words that escape my mouth, “You fucking idiot.” I stand, trying to get some of the energy away from my fists to flow through the rest of my body. 

Eddie smirks up at me like the demon he is and it takes everything not to grab his stupid face and smack it. Then kiss it. 

“I’m an opportunist,” Eddie shrugs. 

“You’re going to get both you and her killed,” I say as flatly as I can. Eddie knows I look at him like… 

Family is too strange of a word when we’ve touched each other’s cocks. 

Partners. 

But not -

“You can blame it on you thinking you want to save us, but we both know you’re just jealous, Harrington.” 

God he’s so fucking smug. I move to stand directly in front of him and he meets me, standing chest to chest, except he looks down at me slightly. Fuck him for being slightly taller. 

His hand comes to my face and I immediately smack it away and grab his face instead.  He has to remember who’s in charge here. 

“I’ll kill her if I have to,” I say, thumbs pressing into his perfect face. His eyes light up at the challenge. 

“You wouldn’t,” He challenges me. 

“We both know that I can and I fucking will. I’ll make it look like an accident - so much so that you don’t even realize I did it until it’s too late,” I threaten. 

The threats aren’t necessarily empty, but they definitely aren’t ideal. I don’t want to kill the girl. But I want Eddie dead less than I want her alive. His breathing starts getting heavier at my threat. Our eyes dance as we look at one another - too much testosterone running through both of our veins that create a palpable tension. 

Eddie’s quick and grabs my throat, pinning me against the wall. I could fight back as his fingers dig under my jaw, his breath hot on my neck. I could fight, but I feel his hard cock pressing up against my fucking leg and we both know if I pin him down… I don’t have time to fuck him right now. 

“Don’t. Threaten. Her,” Eddie says into my throat, nipping at the skin there. 

I push him off of me and fix my shirt. I walk past him, hitting my shoulder against his as I go and sit back down at my desk, signaling the end of this conversation. 

“Don’t catch feelings for her. Don’t put yourself in unnecessary situations. Don’t be an idiot - and we’ll be fine,” I say. I turn my back to him and open my laptop back up. I can feel him staring at me. I can feel those stupid fucking eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I can practically feel his hands on me. 

And he knows it. He knows he has just as much power over me as I do over him, I just don’t indulge like he does. 

I hear the floorboard creak as he comes up behind me. 

“We both know I can fuck without feelings, pretty boy,” he whispers in my ear. Before I can respond he lands a kiss on my cheek and saunters out of the room. 

My face is hot. 

I knew he’d make this harder than it has to be.

You

This has become a bad habit and you know it, but you can’t help it. The adrenaline that rushes through you after completing a mission, seeing Eddie get violent, then being in close proximity as you go back to the house -  it always ends with him inside of you. 

Other than that first time when he held you to sleep, he’s never stayed again. He’ll cuddle for a little, help you clean up if he’s hurt you badly, but then he always leaves. 

And you hate to admit it, but it hurts. You know he’s just a few doors down, asleep in his own room. Why can’t he just stay? If for no other reason than mutual comfort. But you’ll never ask him to stay. You can’t. 

Maybe he likes to keep you uncomfortable and needy - always left wanting more from him. There are times he’s been so crass, not even bothering to make you cum once he has, then leaving you to touch yourself in his absence to get your high to wither down. 

But for the most part, it’s good. So fucking good. It’s intense and rough and you say words you probably don’t mean to one another but God it’s the only reprieve you have from this new fucked up reality you’re in. 

You’ve lost track of time at this point  - having been locked in this place for far too long and gotten moderately comfortable in the routine. You wake for breakfast and eat alone, train with Eddie until lunch, then go to some form of a meeting with Steve and other random men in suits, and if you have a place to go that night then you go. If you don’t, you’re left to your room or a reading room or a television on a couch in one of the few comfortable living areas that the boys don't invade your space in. 

It’s lonely. So fucking lonely. 

Except for when Eddie gives you attention or the small glances and touches you get from Steve. Other than that you feel like their pet, their burden to put up with until they feel the rest of the crime world has forgotten about you enough that you can go live outside of their watch. As time passes, it starts to feel like that may never happen. 

You’re laying in your bed as your core throbs. Eddie just left, leaving you wiped down but swollen and tired. This one was quick and he made you cum once, but as you were building to a second high he finished. You’re debating trying to finish yourself off when the handle of your door moves. 

You don’t have a lock  - you don’t get one. 

You immediately cover yourself up with the duvet, your tank top and tiny shorts doing nothing to keep you modest from whomever is trying to come in. 

Maybe it’s Eddie? Realizing he left you hanging? Or maybe he wants some comfort cuddles too? 

“Steve?” You ask as he enters your room, his face dimly lit by the moonlight of your barred window. 

His button down shirt is open, a bandage on the side of his abs. His hair is a mess and his pants are hanging dangerously low without a belt on. 

You’ve never seen him so disheveled. 

Tonight’s mission was routine  - another gambling ring distraction. You led a guy off and Eddie knocked him off his feet. The only difference was that by the time you two got to the car, Steve wasn’t there yet. 

You waited a few minutes longer than your anxiety could handle when he stumbled into the front seat, guided by two guards.  Apparently a fight broke out at the table a few minutes after you left and Steve got a knife to the side before someone stepped in and took the other guy out. 

It was messy. 

You drove off fast enough to get away from anyone following you, but Steve had been groaning the entire time as Eddie tried to talk him through the pain. You felt helpless in the back seat as they rushed to the back side of the house and two people came to carry Steve inside. 

Eddie assured you he’d be okay, but you could tell he was distracted tonight too. 

So why is Steve here with you? 

He closed the door and stood with his back against it, watching you with a darkness you haven’t seen from him before. You both stay like that for a moment, just staring at one another in the darkness. When was the last time you two were alone? 

Suddenly you feel like you are back in the cage downstairs. Your chest feels tight and your hands grip the duvet tighter. 

Steve is dangerous. 

“Do you know what happened tonight?” He asks, his voice gruff. 

You swallow hard. “Yes. Y - you got swiped,” you say, your voice not having the strength you so desperately have been working to gain around him. 

He nods slowly, his head hanging as he comes to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t sit, he stays standing and looking at you, his abs flexing when he breathes. Your cheeks heat at his presence, at seeing him so differently than you usually do. This is not the put-together and in-charge Steve Harrington that you’re used to and you’re beginning to think this version is even scarier. 

“Do you know why I got swiped?” He asks. 

Your mind races. Why is he asking you about this? “A fight broke out,” you answer.

His eyes meet yours. “And why do you think a fight broke out?” 

Your eyebrows knit together. You hadn’t questioned why the fight broke out after you left. These things just sort of…happen at events like this. One person says one wrong thing and all of the sudden knives and guns appear and blood starts spraying. 

You shake your head no. 

“You distracted me,” he says. 

“What?” you ask confused. You did exactly what you were instructed to do - you hadn’t strayed from the path at all. 

“You. Distracted. Me,” he repeats, his jaw clenching as he stares you down. 

“I just did what you told me to do-”

“You and Eddie and your bruises and the way you fucking cling to him,” he interrupts you. You feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest. This is about you and Eddie? 

He slams a hand onto the bed, making you flinch. “That’s right,” he smiles sadistically. “You don’t flinch around him anymore, do you?” 

“I - i don’t know,” you admit. 

“I know you probably think Eddie is going to save you from all of this - but he’s not,” Steve says. You can’t control the way your hands start to shake as he speaks. “Eddie belongs to me, just like you belong to me. Even when he’s deep inside of you, you both belong to me,” he continues. 

The door opens behind Steve and you jump, but he doesn’t move. His level of control even when he’s an absolute mess is terrifying. 

“Steve,” you hear Eddie’s voice behind him from the doorway. 

“C’mere Eds,” Steve demands, still keeping his eyes locked on you. 

Eddie stands next to Steve, putting a hand on his shoulder. Steve immediately knocks it off and grabs his wrist. You’ve never seen them fight and you don’t know if you should be scared or turned on - but you’re both. 

“What’re you doing Harrington?” Eddie asks in a dark whisper, his eyes locked on Steve as the pretty boy’s mouth curls into a smile. 

“I’m reminding you both who you belong to, because it seems like you’ve forgotten,” Steve says. Steve’s hand lets go of Eddie’s wrist only to grab a hold of the front of his shirt. To your shock, Eddie doesn’t resist, he leans into the touch as his head starts to fall. 

Steve guides his hand down Eddie’s shirt and to the hem of his sweats, slipping past it and dropping beneath the surface. Steve grips Eddie’s cock and Eddie’s head immediately falls onto Steve’s shoulder with a small groan. 

Then Steve looks at you, smiling. 

You stare back at him, your mouth agape as you watch him rub Eddie under his sweats. 

“Crazy, huh? Seeing your big mean protector Eddie come undone like this?” Steve taunts you. 

You don’t know what to say, you don’t know what to do as you watch Eddie’s chest rise and fall the more Steve touches him. Eddie’s groan is all the confirmation that you need that he enjoys this just as much as Steve does, and you can feel your pussy starting to throb. 

Steve’s eyes are hard on you as Eddie leans on his shoulder. “Crawl to me,” Steve demands. Immediately you crawl on your hands and knees from the top of the bed to the edge of it and sit in front of the two boys, eyes wide as they look at you. 

Eddie’s brown eyes are hazy as they scan over your face. The shock must have registered on your features because he smiles lazily and brings a hand to your cheek, giving it a little tap tap to assure you that he’s still himself. 

Steve uses his free hand to grab your hair, tilting your head back to look at him. “Pull my cock out,” he commands. 

You breath hitches at his words, but you lean forward and unbutton his pants, slowly lowering them down with his boxers. 

“Fuck,” Steve groans as his cock springs free. It bounces up against his happy trail on his stomach and your eyes widen. You can hear Eddie kissing Steve’s neck as he pushes his own sweats all the way down, both of their cocks out now on full display. 

“Touch me,” Steve tells you. You slide your knees back so you rest on your elbows, reaching a hand around Steve’s thick, hard, cock. The weight of him in your hand has you unconsciously wiggling your hips. His neck veins protrude as Eddie’s lips attach to the delicate skin just below Steve’s ear. 

Steve puts a hand in your hair and pulls your head back, placing his hand in front of your face. “Spit,” he commands. You spit into his hand and he immediately places it back on Eddie’s cock, causing a loud groan from the boy. 

“Good boy,” Steve hums. 

You bring your own face closer to Steve’s cock, running your lips up against the plushy pink tip. Immediately you’re pulled backwards by your hair and slapped in the face - hard. You let out a loud squeak and pout at the hit. 

“Did I tell you that you could fucking taste me?” Steve asks, still holding you by the hair. 

You don’t answer, just stare at him in shock. 

He slaps you in the face again. “Answer baby,” Eddie says next to him. 

“No,” you whine, earning another slap from Steve. His eyebrows raise at your tone. 

“Use his title,” Eddie encourages you, his cock in his own hand as he watches you and Steve. 

“No Sir,” you correct yourself. 

Steve looks back at Eddie with hard eyes. “See, you haven’t properly trained her,” Steve says. “Gone too fuckin’ soft on her, made her forget her place.” 

“Ask to suck my cock,” Steve commands you. 

“Can I suck your cock Sir?” You ask, practically drooling. 

Steve scoffs. “And no manners? Fucking hell Munson,” He reprimands the other boy. Now Steve grabs Eddie’s throat, his lips mere inches from his. 

“Did I teach you nothing?’ Steve asks Eddie. Their interaction is nothing short of surprising, but it makes sense to you that Steve has shown Eddie how to control his dominance around the right people - how to get people to obey him.  

“I’m sorry Sir,” Eddie chokes through Steve’s hold. 

Steve lets go of Eddie’s throat and shoves him onto the bed next to you. “Spank her,” Steve instructs. You look behind you, seeing Eddie align next to your hips, his cock just inches from where you want him, with his hands starting to rub your ass through your tiny shorts. 

Without much warning Eddie lands a hard slap to your ass and lurches you forward. 

Steve smiles as your eyes water and puts his cock on the side of your face. He smacks it against your cheek as you look up at him. “Eyes on me while Eddie spanks you,” Steve instructs. 

Eddie spanks you again, the sting so painfully delicious. You whine, trying so hard to resist sticking the tip of Steve’s cock in your mouth as it rests by your face. 

“Aw, you want this dick, huh honey?” Steve taunts you. 

Eddie spanks you again, hard. 

“Y-yes please Sir,” You whine. Eddie spanks you again. “God fuck,” you groan at the pain. Eddie spanks you again and again in succession. 

“Watch your filthy fuckin’ mouth,” Eddie says through gritted teeth. 

Steve chuckles as he looks at Eddie. The curly haired boy’s jaw is tight, the veins in his forearms protruding just like the ones in his cock as he grips your hips tightly, eyes blazing with fire as he watches you drool over another man’s cock. 

Steve loves this game. “There he is,” Steve chuckles. 

Eddie’s eyes shoot toward Steve’s and the two of them smile at one another, making your cunt throb with need. They look primal, and you are their prey. 

“Open up,” Steve says. That’s all the warning you get before he’s shoving his cock in your throat. 

He is anything but gentle. He holds the back of your head, forcing his cock down your throat and holding you there, blocking your airways. You tap against his thighs but he shushes you. 

“You’re fine, you’re fine,” he says, holding you still as you resist against him. 

When you finally pull off for a quick breath of air Steve slaps you again. 

“You breathe when I let you,” he spits at you, then quickly forces your mouth back on his cock. It goes to the back of your throat quickly and you gag around it, but Steve holds still. 

“Touch her Eddie,” Steve tells Eddie from above you. You feel Eddie’s fingers move the flimsy material of your shorts to the side and begin to play with your soaked cunt. 

“So fucking wet baby,” Eddie says, swirling his fingers in and out of you.

You gurgle a moan around Steve’s cock and your eyes start to flutter backwards. Steve moans at the feeling and thrusts in and out slightly, barely pulling away from you enough to let you breathe. He does this back and forth a few times before shoving it down your throat again and pushing your head down forcefully while Eddie sticks two fingers fully into your cunt. 

Your body shakes, trying to resist the feeling of choking and being unable to breathe. You press your hands on Steve’s strong thighs, trying to push away but he’s stronger and holds you there. Eddie’s fingers inside of you have you arching deep, and they both groan loudly above you. 

The more you struggle against him, the harder Steve gets. 

“No - no no, can’t run away,” Steve tells you as you try to back up. 

You start to get light headed from the lack of oxygen. Your entire body starts to feel weaker, losing sensation except for where Eddie’s fingers hit you inside of your cunt and Steve hits you in your throat. 

Steve looks down at you, seeing your ability to fight weaken as you lose oxygen and he smiles. Your face gets more red as your eyelids begin to flutter. Just as your hands start to drop from his thighs, your ability to fight waning, he pulls you up by your throat and Eddie pulls away from your pussy. 

Steve holds your face, slapping your cheeks lightly as you start to breathe again. “Stay with me honey, you’re okay,” he chuckles as you struggle to regain consciousness. 

You can’t even respond as you start to regain feeling. Your mouth hangs open, spit gathered around your lips. You feel weightless and don’t even realize that the two boys flip you over so your head hangs off the bed. 

“Say ‘ahhh’,” Steve instructs you condescendingly. You’re too far gone to resist. You do as he says and he slides his cock back in your mouth, deep down your throat. Your body doesn’t fight it this time, too weak from being dragged to the edge of consciousness. 

“There we go. That’s a good little doll,” Steve praises you. He has you exactly how he wants you, weak and mindless under him. 

“Just the tip Dice,” Steve tells Eddie. You barely register his words as you feel Eddie stick part of his cock inside of you, making you groan around Steve’s dick. 

Eddie groans too, his hips stilling inside of you. 

“Yeah that feels good doesn’t it sweethearts?” Steve asks both of you. You both groan in unison. 

Steve pulls out of your throat just enough to let you breathe before going back in. 

“Slow and deep Eddie,” Steve instructs the other boy. He does exactly what he’s told, slowly pushing the rest of his cock inside of you. You moan at the feeling and Steve pulls his cock out of your mouth to slap it against your cheeks. Steve’s big hands come to rub the spit from his cock around your face, making you a fucking mess as you groan Eddie’s name while he fucks you slowly. 

“Fucking shit,” Eddie groans, struggling to move slowly as your pussy envelops him for the second time this evening. 

Steve moves from the edge of the bed to get next to Eddie, planting a kiss on the other boys mouth, who then starts to fuck you harder.

Immediately Steve grabs his face and sticks two fingers in his mouth. “Nuh uh, I said slow, remember?” Eddie nods dumbly, slowing his pace down as you fall apart underneath him. 

After Eddie obeys, Steve kisses him deeply as he fists his own cock. Eddie’s thrusts are torturous as you slowly gyrate your hips to his rhythm, just enough to teeter you on the edge of building a proper orgasm. Your head is absolutely swimming in the clouds as you let the boys use you. They stop kissing only when Steve pulls away to whisper something in Eddie’s ear. 

“Tell me you understand,” Steve says loudly enough for you to hear. Eddie slows his thrusts to a stop and you whine at the feeling. 

“I understand Sir,” Eddie drawls, slowly removing himself from your pussy. 

You whine at the loss, your hands reaching between your legs. Eddie grabs your hands and kisses them. “I know baby, don’t worry,” he assures you, and you pout. 

Steve chuckles at the interaction as he slots himself between your legs. Eddie moves so he’s kneeling next to you. 

“You gotta be good and take Steve, okay?” Eddie tells you sweetly. 

You nod with watery eyes, feeling so overwhelmed with feeling you don’t even know what to do with yourself. Eddie grabs your cheeks with his hand and urges you to answer him correctly. 

“Okay Daddy,” you whisper out, your voice hoarse from your throat being used. 

Steve lands a slap to your pussy, making you flinch. “Good little whore,” he says before sheathing himself fully inside of you. 

Your back arches off the bed at the stretch, not used to anyone other than Eddie, the feeling so different but so good. Steve leans his head back, his hair falling and the view of him absolutely beautiful as sweat sheens his hairy chest. 

He fills you completely, leaving you gasping as your eyes flit from Steve to Eddie. 

Before you realize what he’s doing, Eddie is leaning away from your face and toward where you and Steve are connected. Your eyes widen in realization. 

Eddie places himself so his long tongue can reach your clit as Steve’s cock brushes in and out of you. Eddie begins moving his face in time with Steve’s thrusts, coating your clit and Steve’s cock in spit. 

You are absolutely overwhelmed and immediately feel an orgasm beginning to build inside of you. 

Steve grabs Eddies hair as he starts fucking you harder. Eddie lets his tongue hang out and work you both, drawing out groans and moans from all three of you as ride out the insane feeling of having each other all at once. 

“Oh fuck,” Steve grunts. “You’re squeezin’ me honey - you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” He asks. 

You whine, feeling the pressure build as Eddie stimulates your clit and Steve hits every spot inside of you. 

“Tell me - tell me who you belong to and I’ll let you cum,” Steve grunts. 

“You you you,” you groan. 

“You belong to me and Eddie - say it,” he affirms. Your eyes start to fill with tears as your head buzzes, your orgasm about to tip you over the edge. 

“You and Eddie Steve and Eddie S st st-evie,” you moan, throwing your head back. 

“That’s fuckin’ right cum on my cock and Eddie’s pretty face,” Steve demands, snapping his hips into you hard as your orgasm takes over you. You feel a buzz up your spine as your vision blurs. You don’t know where you end and Eddie begins or Steve begins and you end - it’s all a blur of sensation and bliss and electricity as you try to catch your breath. 

Steve’s own breath hitches as you squeeze tightly around him. 

Steve pulls Eddie off of your cunt, bringing his mouth to his own. 

“Kiss me,” Steve demands, wrapping a hand around Eddie’s cock as he comes to his own end. Steve groans, filling you up with hot streams of his own cum as the two boys mash teeth and tongue and lips above you. 

You watch as Steve falls apart, Eddie’s hands on his face holding him together as he cums inside of you. 

You can’t hear it, but Eddie whispers into Steve’s ear as Steve keeps his hand wrapped around Eddie's dick. “Keep fucking tugging my cock Steve, please - fuck,” Eddie whines, thrusting into Steve’s hand as he holds on tightly to the pretty boy’s face. 

Eddie’s forehead lays on Steve’s as Eddie’s thrusts get sloppy. “Please Stevie please,” Eddie whines. 

Steve moves his hand faster and faster around Eddie as he catches his own breath, his eyes watching Eddie’s dick begin to ooze cum onto his hand and fall onto your hips. 

“That’s it yeah - cum for me Munson,” Steve says to Eddie. You hum sweetly at the sight and it sets Eddie over the edge completely, his groans the last to fill the room as he paints your thighs and Steve’s hand with cum. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Eddie groans, his chest rising and falling quickly as he comes down from his own high. 

The three of you stay like that for a moment - Steve’s dick inside of you, Eddie’s in Steve’s hand, their foreheads against each other as you look at them with soft, tired eyes. 

Slowly, Steve releases Eddie and pulls out of you. 

“Go get a towel Eds,” Steve says softly, landing a kiss on Eddie’s head. 

Eddie nods before moving off the bed. As he passes the edge by your head, Eddie rubs your cheek sweetly and then heads into the bathroom. 

Steve leans down and looks at you with a shy smile. You blush under his gaze and try to turn your face away from him, somehow shy after everything that just happened. 

“Hey, hey hey,” he says, his hand coming to your cheek. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gravelly. 

Your eyes search his as you try to find the true answer within yourself. Are you okay? 

“I think so,” you whisper. 

He gives you a small smile in response and kisses your forehead. “Here,” he says, and guides you to lay with him at the top of the bed. 

Eddie comes back with two warm towels and hands one to Steve while he uses the other to wipe down your stomach, thighs, and center, kissing each area along the way. 

You take Steve’s towel from his hand and wipe his thighs for him, looking up at him sweetly. “Thank you baby,” he whispers to you, and instead of responding you kiss his bandage over his cut instead. 

Eddie throws the two towels in the corner as he comes and lays on the other side of you, wrapping his arms around your center as you lay on Steve’s chest. 

Silence overtakes the three of you as you all catch your breath and revel in the warmth of each other’s arms. Steve reaches for the duvet and pulls it over all of your bottom halves, making you instantly feel even sleepier than before. 

Eddie’s hand rubs circles into your hips as Steve rubs his hair. You relax to the sound of Steve’s heartbeat and the warmth of their bodies around you. You don’t want to ask questions, don’t want to disturb this beautiful moment of peace. You want to savor this feeling - capture it and put it in a bottle for future use when things inevitably change. 

Just the thought of it makes tears come before you can stop them. 

You wish you could lay right here forever and ever. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, breaking the silence. Neither you nor Eddie respond, just look at him as he gathers his own thoughts. 

“I - fuck,” he chuckles, running his hands over his face. “I can’t lose either of you,” Steve whispers, biting his lip. 

Eddie reaches his hand around you to hold Steve’s. “We’re right here,” Eddie reassures him. You don’t know what to say. You’ve done this so many times now with Eddie - both of you are acutely aware of the situation you’re in and yet the feelings still exist. It’s never easy. You got into this situation due to force, but as time continues you start to wonder if you’re only using that as an excuse to hide your true feelings. 

“I hate putting you both in danger,” Steve admits. 

“I almost jumped out of the car to go fucking kill the guy who stabbed you,” Eddie chuckles. 

You giggle at him. Always the savior. 

“Paul shot him in the head the second it happened,” Steve replies. “I just realized I did to myself exactly what I was afraid of happening to you two - I got distracted caring about if you guys were being safe and it got me hurt,” Steve says. 

Your heart beats hard in your chest. 

Steve was always so distant, trying to be so removed from you and Eddie that you thought he truly didn’t care, that he was just using you because he had to. But really he was doing it because he was scared of losing you. 

“Stevie,” you mutter, your hand rubbing his chest. “It’s okay to care,” you whisper. 

“We’ll all protect each other,” Eddie assures him. And you. And maybe even himself. 

“We’re family,” Eddie continues. 

The word holds heavy in the air. Family. 

“But family leaves,” you say quietly, hiding your face in Steve’s chest. Anyone you’ve ever thought of as family has died or abandoned you.

“Hey, hey,” Steve says, putting his thumb under your chin to force your eyes on him. “This is different,” he says seriously. 

“We need each other,” Eddie adds. 

And you suppose they may be right. You do need them. And in some fucked up way now, they need you too. 

The two boys have had this conversation with each other before when this whole mess started. They realized that, whether they like it or not, they’re stuck with one another now. Emotions or not, their safety depends on each other. And now yours does too. 

“Okay,” you nod, kissing Steve’s hand.

“Okay,” Steve replies, kissing the top of Eddie’s head. 

“Okay,” Eddie smiles, kissing your cheek. 

And that’s how you all fall asleep, a mess of limbs and breath underneath the duvet, in each other’s arms, all in one bed. No more questions asked, and no one leaves. 

So anyways the dream started with my head in Steve’s lap, both of us laying on my bed

I remember feeling extremely out of it in the best way possible, like when you take a really strong edible and it’s finally catching up to you and hitting you out of nowhere, and then before you can comprehend what’s happening you’re already so deep under, you can’t move anymore without seriously focusing on it

I had my mouth on Steve‘s cock and he was very lazily fucking my face, I was drooling so much because I was so fucking stoned

Not a care in the world, except for being used and making him feel good, which in turn made me feel good

He continued to do this for a little while until he literally snapped and let out a frustrated groan

And then he just put both of his big hands on either sides of my face, firmly held me in place and just fucked my face so hard and fast, it made my head all spinny

I woke up before he could come down my throat but god this was the hottest dream I‘ve ever had I think

you’ve been grinding into Steve’s face for over an hour at this point. Sweat is slicked across your arms, dripping down your chest and pooling into the creases of your thighs and hips. The same hips that are now bruised by his long fingers from forcing you put where you’re sitting as “pretty as a kitty” on his face. It’s fitting actually, and matches the swollen hot skin on your ass from the sudden smacks of his leather braided horse whip when you tell him you can’t keep going. Exhausted and hips aching with each gyrating motion against his broad Roman nose. But he only encourages you further.

“come on honey baby, I know you got another one in ya,”

You whimper out as tears flood your eyes when his teasing assault of his tongue laps at your oversensitive clit again and again. Another torturously pleasuring orgasm shoots from you and has you head thrown back in ecstasy.

“So pretty,” Steve moans into your folds, “such a good girl for daddy,”

When Steve asked you to go for a ride with him you figured it was just another trail ride so you packed a picnic basket full of sandwiches made of the softest bread delectable meats and cheeses, grapes and Ol’ man Hopper’s homemade blackberry wine.

But when you drove up to the large farmhouse sitting back on Hare Road, and entered the barn where Steve was saddling up Blue and Lady, the sight of you in a white flowing sundress had Steve’s cock kicking up in his Wranglers (which whenever this happened, they felt more like stranglers) he needed you now.

So here you were, tangled up in the tack room of the Harrington’s barn, walls decorated with bridles, blinders, ropes, leads anything the Harrington’s Rodeo King desired. Your pussy spent and sore, Steve’s mustache ticklish at first but now bore a slight burn at your entrance. Coaxing you through your violent shakes as you came un done for him, he helps you sit on the blanket, his face slick with your sex all over it, sticking to his mustache like he just drank from the trough.

“And here I thought we were gonna go riding today,” you snicker as you push a hand through his pearl snap shirt, unbottoned a few as always, curls on his chest damp with sweat.

“Oh baby,” Steve says, fingering through the picnic basket for the jar of violet colored wine, taking a swig he swipes his tongue over his lips, your sweet arousal mixed with the potent wine creating a heavenly dose of drunk on his breath. “You really gonna pout after the free mustache ride? I usually charge for those special services.”

He thumbs over the smooth leather whip still in his hands, your eyes going wide when he takes another drink.

“But since you’re gonna be an ungrateful brat,” he tsks through his teeth, putting his tan hat back on his head, adjusting the brim with a little flick,“ looks like you can repay me for the good time by being obedient and very thankful.”

Your heart drops to your stomach, your ass was already welted. “Bu-,” you whimper but Steve simply shakes his head, putting his back straight against the wooden wall and tapping his denim clad thighs, spurs tinking as he adjusts his boots.

Hanging your head in a sulk, Steve praises you for being a good girl when you answer him and lay across his lap. Rubbing your ass slowly he thumbs the welt marks on your bare skin.

“How about a lickin’ for every time I let you come hmm?” His voice low and smooth, daunting as he continues, “remind me what that number was again sweetheart will ya?”

Sighing heavily you answer him with the number five, teeth biting into your lip on the first syllable.

Steve purrs as he rubs your ass, heavily calloused hands from working on the farm his whole life riding bronc on the weekends, “you’re gonna thank me after each one pretty baby okay? Can you do that for daddy?”

“Yes,” you pout, tears falling silently from your eyes, exaggerated with a blink as you roll your eyes.

The crack of his whip against your hot flesh makes you yelp loudly. “Excuse me?” Steve asks, voice venomous and rich with anger.

“Yes, daddy! I’m sorry!” You whine, fisting the blankets in tightly.

“That’s better, alright baby, here we go,” one hard smack and your holding in a moan, thanking him sweetly with his title on your lips.

“If you’re good we will see if Eddie wants to come play, I think he’s still with Goldie and they just got back from Wyoming bringing a load of cattle home for Wayne, you liked the last time they came over.” Another hard whipping on your right cheek has you screaming, again you thank him, humming low into the blankets.

Steve’s cock is still hard beneath you, tight and denim led cock spilling a sweet spot of pre cum forming darkly. “Would you like that pretty girl? Hmm?”

“Yes d—“ you manage before he cracks you again, thanking him once more you turn your head and Andre his question.

Finishing your punishment you are laid in Steve’s flannel bed, a fan blowing gently on you and the swollen skin of your ass smeared with creams and other ointments. Steve lays in front of you, legs spread wide to accompany your mouth on his cock as you bob up and down on his length, his hat sitting on your head, throat stuffed full of his snake like length, his pretty moans filling the walls, his warm release painting you thick and creamy.

Pussy still sore from Steve’s mustache ride, free for his one and only baby girl. The promise of a play date with the curly haired, wild best friend of his on the horizon. Smiling while you lick your lips, knowing that the stinging welts were worth it.

—🤎

The fabric of the pillows muffles the sound of your voice as Steve pushes deeper into you, making you howl as he stretches you out. He's pumping firmly in and out of you with barely even half the length of his cock, and already it feels as though you couldn't possibly fit anymore of him inside you.

"Jesus, you're tight." Steve pants, gripping your hips as he fucks into you.

You earn a pleasing grunt from Steve as you tense around him.

"I think you can take a little bit more, don't you?"

You groan in response as Steve pushes ever so slightly deeper into you, your body stretching to fit around the girth of his cock. The discomfort only heightens the head spinning pleasure that's already making your knees weak.

"You like that, baby? Like it when I ruin your tight little hole?"

"Yes..."

"What's that? I don't think I heard you. I'm asking if you letting getting ruined by my fat cock."

Steve's hips buck again, pushing into you even more and winding you.

"I can't take anymore Steve!" You whine. "You're too big!"

"If you want me to stop you know what to say."

You know exactly what to stay, but you don't want him to stop. You want him to ruin you.

"I don't think it'll fit."

Steve's fingers tangle in your hair, taking a tight grip against your scalp and tugging your head back.

"Oh don't you worry about that, baby." He sneers. "I'll make it fit."

Steve thrusts sharply into you, his hips coming right up to press against yours as his whole length slides inside you. The pain makes your head rush and that alone nearly makes you cum then and there. It's hard to focus with the force he's fucking you, his hips hammering rapidly against yours. It's challenging to keep yourself up on all fours. Both his hands are back on your hips, gripping you tightly and slamming your body back into his. Steve's energy is astounding, you can't keep up but it doesn't matter.

Drunk on pleasure and pain you let your body go limp, resting your weight against his body as he fucks you relentlessly. Steve is in total control, his hands moving your hips for you in perfect rhythm with his own. Letting him use you like this drives you crazy, you can feel yourself practically dripping with lust as heat burns through your veins.

"I'm gonna cum Steve!" Your voice comes out shaky and desperate.

Shock waves ripple through you muscles as you cum. A feral scream rips your throat. Steve's hands stay clamped to your hips, continuing to guide the movement of your body and your tremble under his touch.

"That's it, baby, just give me a couple more.... fuck!"

Your knuckles strain as you cling desperately to the mattress. Steve's cock swells inside of you, making tears prick the corners of your eyes. You can feel his stomach twitching against you as he pumps you full of hot cum. He pulls out of you gently and lowers your body so that you're folded over on your knees. Leaning back he takes a moment to admire his work, watching triumphantly as your gaping hole drips in front of him.

Your head is still spinning, the aftershocks of your high making you feel dizzy. Steve appears by your side, his hand resting gently on the back of your head.