#perv!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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— "I wasn't ogling at you," Steve scoffs as he presses open-mouthed kisses to the side of your neck, "but you were fucking torturing me with this new swimsuit. It was hardly fair, babe. Doesn't help that the JV basketball boys were trying to catch a peep, too."

— You laugh at his terrible excuses while Steve continues to tug you towards the bed, "Don't sound so jealous, Steven. And they aren't JV boys anymore, and you're not the basketball captain either."

— It's supposed to be more teasing than it comes across. Steve huffs, brow furrowing as he pins you down, "So? I'm still your boyfriend. And these," his hands move to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of your swim top, "are just for me."

— With deft fingers, Steve easily undoes your top, exposing your breasts. He's quick to latch onto one of your lips, his teeth lightly grazing over the delicate flesh. His other large hand settles to cup your other tit, thumb brushing over the nipple to keep it pert.

— Steve fucking loses himself mouthing at your tits without care. He doesn't try to keep going, contented to keep his head buried against your chest as long as you let me. Your fingers comb through his hair, occasionally tugging at the root when he nips a little too hard.

“it’s okay,” he soothes. his voice is gentle, but his grip is not. he holds you open, palm resting on your inner thigh, forcing you open. “let me see you.”

you’re whining above him. so embarrassed to be on display like this. steve’s your friend. when you went over to hang out, you didn’t realize this was on the itinerary.

but he pushed. kept asking invasive questions. kept closing the distance between you on his couch. put a hand on your thigh, letting his fingertips tickle the sensitive skin there. and then he’s on his knees in front of you, pushing your legs apart, just to play with you.

and you’re letting him, because you sort of love it. always wanted to fuck him, anyway.

“i’m too big for you,” he says regrettably. he’s spread your lips apart with his thumbs, staring wide-eyed at your opening. “look how tight — are you a virgin?”

he asked you that approximately twenty minutes ago, apparently as foreplay.

“shut up,” you breathe, trying to shut your legs again.

but steve intercepts with his elbows, keeping you spread, glaring up at you and shaking his head.

“you know how long i waited for this?” he asks lowly. “i’m not letting you go so easy.”

a thumb dips inward. it catches right on the edge of your hole, and he stretches it out ever so slightly before letting his finger slide away to the side.

“shit,” he murmurs, only to himself. his thumb moves back, and he watches your poor little pussy twitch and clench before sinking his thumb inside of you without warning.

“oh—!” you gasp, your back arching, the intrusion unexpected. but as quickly as he started, he stopped. your arousal is evident by the slick sound of his finger slipping out of you, leaving your hole winking again.

steve’s thumb gently works its way up to your clit. he only taps it at first, watching it pulse while you gasp sharply.

“so swollen,” he says. sounds sympathetic. “bet it’s sensitive, too —“

you’ve never heard yourself make the noise that he pulls out of you when his thumb begins rubbing circles into your bud.

"H-How did you know?" Eddie asked. His mouth was dry, and the words came out heavy and quiet.

"How did I --" You rolled your eyes. "I don't know, Eddie, maybe the fact that my pillow reeks of your cologne? What did you do, try to smother yourself with it? And as for you, Steve; you do realize I could see your reflection in the mirror, too?" You took the pillow you'd been using and laid it in your lap, then leaned forward to rest your elbows on it. "Oh, and you guys may want to park a little further away next time. Your van isn't exactly subtle."

"There won't be a next time." Steve put his hands up, stepping forward to finally meet your gaze. "Look, Munson talked me into it. I'm just here to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

Your lips pressed into a tight smile. "I think we're well past stupid, sweetie. If you're so innocent, empty your pockets. Both of you."

A flush crept up Steve's neck. "I... I don't see why I should --"

"Empty your pockets or I'm calling the cops."

"Okay, okay!"

Eddie and Steve dug out their wallets, keys, packs of gum. You stared at them, waiting, expectant, until they both came out with a pair of your panties each.

"You know, maybe I was wrong," you said. "Maybe we're still on stupid. Do you guys really think I don't notice my shit going missing? And then magically reappearing the day we hang out? Or my perfume, which I put down in the same place every time I use it, suddenly changing positions? You're not nearly as slick as you think you are."

They should have felt sick. The realization that their entire scheme had come crashing down -- not just that night, but their entire obsession with you -- should have made them sweat, get to their knees, beg for your forgiveness. But your sitting there scolding them had a much different effect.

And you couldn't help but notice.

"Ugh!" You looked away from them. "You fucking like this, don't you? Do you guys even realize how much trouble you could be in if I tell the right people? Eddie, you think they bully you for being a freak now?"

"If you tell the right people," Eddie repeated. "Does that mean...?"

"It means I'm still thinking about it." You finally turned your gaze back to them. "Because as much as I think you two deserve to be shunned for what you've done, you look so fucking adorable standing there, all flushed and scared. Steve looks like his body can't decide whether to have an aneurysm or bust a nut."

"Please don't tell anyone," Steve begged. "Or just don't tell them about me. Okay? I'll do anything."

"Oh, I know you will. But first, I have to decide whether or not I even want anything from you." You crossed one leg over the other, tossing the pillow back onto the bed and leaning back onto your elbows. "Let's be real: I could land a lot better than you. I mean, you haven't set the bar very high. I just need to find someone equally as pretty without the tendency to steal my shit, sniff my panties, and take upskirts of me when he thinks I'm not looking. Still think you're above Eddie, Harrington?"

Eddie hadn't realized it was possible for Steve to flush an even deeper shade of red than he already was. Your accusation proved him wrong.

"But I've heard rumours about both of you. And, despite the fact that I just caught you red handed, it is kind of convenient to have you here, seeing as I'm in a bit of trouble myself." You pouted a little. "I'm so stressed out, and I wanna cum a couple times to work out some of that tension. But it's no fun doing it on my own -- I'm sure you can relate. My toys are boring, my pillow isn't even firm enough anymore, and my fingers are too small. Think you can help me a little?"

"Yes," they both answered in unison, a little too quickly, a little too desperate.

Your grin was pure feline. "Strip. I wanna see what I'm working with."

"Thank you," Eddie said as he pulled his vest and jacket off. "Thank you, thank you."

"Not so fast, Freak. I still might change my mind if I don't like the look of you."

"Oh, you won't change your mind with me," Steve said, already shirtless and unbuckling his belt. He shoved his pants and boxers down to his ankles in one go.

You tilted your head to the side, examining him. Eddie hesitated, waiting for your response before he continued undressing. You pushed yourself up from your elbows and leaned forward, taking Steve's cock in your hand and lifting it a little. His eyes fluttered shut and he sighed, satisfied only with your fingers featherlight on his length.

"You're okay," you said at length. "But you're a fucking douchebag, you know that? Go stand in the corner."

"Wh-What?" Pure panic washed over Steve's face, and he looked to Eddie as if for help.

Eddie just shrugged. "You heard her."

"If you love yourself so much, why don't you just touch yourself, hm?" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Actually, scratch that. I want you to stand in the corner with your hands behind your back. And you're gonna watch us until I decide you've learned your lesson. Go."

"But --"

You shot him a glare. Steve stepped out of his pants and boxers and went to stand in the corner as you'd ordered. Eddie couldn't enjoy it for long; you leaned back onto your elbows and nodded at him.

"I don't remember asking you to stop."

Eddie whipped the rest of his clothes off. If you were impressed, you kept it from your face, a cool mask settling over your features as you studied him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Eddie gasped when you reached out and tugged at his balls.

"Yeah," you said, mostly to yourself. "You'll do. On your knees, chin on the bed."

Eddie scrambled to do as you said, and you laughed.

"So fucking desperate. If I asked you to gargle Steve's balls, you'd do it, wouldn't you?"

"He can throatfuck me, if that's what you want," Eddie told you, sounding a little out of breath.

You giggled and patted his soft curls. "What a good boy. Hear that, Steve? You could be in Eddie's position right now, if you weren't such a massive fucking dick."

You moved so that Eddie's face was between your legs. The smell of you swept over him, and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from groaning. Your cunt dripped just inches away from him.

"Are you gonna eat me out like a good boy? Make me cum with your fingers and tongue?"

Eddie nodded, the action a little awkward with the mattress beneath his chin.

You rested your legs over his shoulders and inched yourself closer, ass perched on the edge of the bed. He didn't even wait for your permission before he shoved his face into your pussy, tonguing it like a man starved. You gasped at the sudden contact. You couldn't find it in you to chastise him; he'd been so sweet up until then, he could use a little slack.

Steve whimpered from his spot in the corner, cock kicking up at the sight of Eddie face-first between your legs. The wet sounds of his tongue and lips against your pussy filled the room, causing all three of you to moan. You had both hands stretched out above you as you laid back with a satisfied sigh.

"I can't believe it's come to this," you said. "Me, letting Eddie the Freak Munson eat me out."

Eddie didn't care what had led you or him to this moment. Steve may as well have been furniture, for all the attention Eddie paid him. In that moment, as his fingers pulled apart your sticky folds and he shoved his tongue deep into your opening, he was consumed by you. The smell and taste of you. The sounds you made. Your warmth, the perfect shape of you against his tongue, the way your hips jerked when his nose nudged your clit. He could have stayed there for hours. He wanted to. But the whisper of your bed skirt against his cock practically ached, and he wanted you to cum fast, hard, to see how good he could treat you.

So when he slid a finger into your hot sex, he curled it, searching for that spongey spot inside of you that would make you --

"Ah!" You lifted your ass off of the bed, at once pulling away from and dragging yourself closer to his touch. "Fuck, Eddie, right there!"

He snuck a second finger into your pussy and focused his mouth on your clit. His free hand was on your ass, holding you steady as you rocked your hips against his face.

"Don't stop," you gasped, grasping the back of his head to hold him still as you ground down on him. "Don't stop, don't..."

Eddie moaned into you as your cum coated his tongue. His wrist and lips ached, but he didn't dare stop while you rode out your high, whining and gasping above him. When you were finally done, you pressed a foot to his shoulder and shoved him off of you. He fell onto his backside.

"Not fair," Steve muttered.

"What was that?" You glanced over at him, your eyes a little glassy from your orgasm.

"It isn't fair; you were already so close, he didn't even have to work for it."

Eddie scowled at him. Leave it to Steve fucking Harrington to ruin something as amazing as this for him. But you just let your head loll so you could face Eddie.

"He's right, you know. You really should start from scratch." You rolled onto your knees and beckoned Eddie onto the bed. "You're gonna make me cum again."

Steve whined, and you took one of your stuffies from your bed and hurled it at him, striking him in the chest.

"Shut up. You did this to yourself. Isn't that right?"

"Yes," he said under his breath.

"What did you do? Tell me."

"I did this to myself."

"That's the first smart thing you've said all night. C'mere, Eddie."

He knelt in front of you, awaiting your instruction. You tossed your arms around his neck, cheek-to-cheek, your lips at his ear.

"You're gonna make me cum, Freak. But you're not gonna leave any marks on me. You're not gonna choke me. You're not gonna call me anything other than Miss. And you're not going to cum until I say you can. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Miss," he practically whimpered.

"Good boy. Now how do you want me?"

Eddie's mind went blank. All those nights fantasizing about fucking you, and he didn't know what position he wanted you in.

"O-On your hands and knees. And... can I use your vibrator, Miss?"

You withdrew a little to look into his eyes with a smirk.

"Are you still gonna give me that cock of yours?" He nodded, unable to form words. "Then go ahead."

You let him go and got on your hands and knees, your ass on perfect display for him. Eddie reached for the vibrator and tested its settings.

"Condom?" he asked.

"I'm on the pill, haven't had unprotected sex in five months. And I doubt you two are getting much game lately." You snickered. "In the top drawer, if you really want it."

Eddie didn't need much convincing. He turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting and, placing one hand on the small of your back, brought it to slide through your cunt. You were still slick with your cum and his spit, making the vibrator slip easily through your folds. You shuddered a little under his touch. Let out a sigh and arched your back, leaning into the toy.

He pushed the toy into you, angling it so the tip dug deliciously into your g-spot, and turning it up a setting. You cried out, the first time you sounded vulnerable since the boys had came out.

"Fuck," you panted. "Someone's watched a lot of porn. You trying to make me squirt? God, you'd probably love it if I pissed all over you, Freak."

Eddie ripped the vibrator from you, and with it came a ragged moan. You collapsed onto your forearms, forehead resting on the mattress. He returned the vibrator to your clit and, with his free hand, lined his cock up with your entrance. Slowly, he eased into your tight, wet heat. You squeezed around him, sucking him in, and Eddie had to stop for a moment when he bottomed out to catch his breath.

His thrusts started out gentle, but still they punched small moans from you. Eddie kept the vibrator firmly on your clit while he wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The feeling of your ass against his abdomen, your pussy fluttering around him, it made him dizzy. Delirious. There was no way this was happening. You'd probably opened the closet, panicked, and knocked Eddie out. He'd wake up in the hospital cuffed to the bed with wet sheets and a bunch of police officers standing over him.

But no. This was real. You pushed back, meeting his every thrust, twisting the sheets in your hands. Eddie pulled you upright, your back flush with his chest, and tweaked your nipples as he turned the vibrator up to its highest setting and rubbed it around your clit.

"Eddie," you rasped. Your upper body gave out, and you fell face-first into the mattress. You grabbed your pillows and pulled them to you, your ass still in the air as he pounded into you. "Harder, fuck, harder!"

Eddie grabbed your hips, using his fingers to keep the vibrator firmly pressed to your clit as he thrust as hard as he could, your wet heat swallowing him up.

"Such a sweet, tight pussy," he panted. "Fuck, Miss, you're amazing. So fucking beautiful, so sexy, fuck I'm so lucky."

"Yeah, you are. Fuuuck, more!"

Eddie could feel the vibrations from the toy. Could feel Steve's eyes on him, jealous. Could hear the mattress squeaking as he fucked you into it. It was too much. His orgasm snuck up on him, balls tightening, and he came with a guttural moan. His spend only made your pussy warmer, wetter, and he couldn't stop spilling into you. He bent at the waist, forehead against your back. He could feel you slow to a stop.

Fuck. Fuck, I'm done for.

"Get your fucking dick out of me," you snapped.

He obeyed, hissing with sensitivity as he slid out of your pussy. You snatched the vibrator from his hand and turned it off. Eddie hazarded a glance up, only to find you glaring at him, now kneeling in front of him.

"Get on your back. Now."

He did as you told him, staring up at your white ceiling, wondering what would happen next. He was surprised when you straddled him and took his still-hard cock into your hands. When you slid down onto him, Eddie winced and squeezed his eyes shut.

"I'm not done yet," you told him. "So you're gonna lay there and take it until I'm done."

You rocked your hips, quickly picking up the pace Eddie had set earlier. Eddie's hands curled into fists. Too much. His cock was oversensitive. Tears gathered in his eyes.

"Pl-Please slow down," he whimpered. "Hurts..."

"Do you want me to stop?" you asked. He shook his head. "Then shut up. I don't care if it hurts." You ran a hand across his cheek, wiping his hair away where it stuck with sweat. "Don't worry, baby. It's gonna feel good in a minute."

You were right. Soon, the remnants of his orgasm faded away and he was hard again. You bounced on his cock with reckless abandon, your tits jiggling with every movement. You didn't even look at him. You just shut your eyes and rode him like he was nothing more than a toy. A warm body for him to use. Wanting -- no, needing your approval, Eddie brought one hand up to toy with a nipple while the other dipped to play with your clit.

"Mmn, good boy," you moaned.

You braced your hands against his chest, your pussy fluttering around him. Your moans pitched higher as you approached your orgasm, and when it hit you squeezed around him so hard Eddie swore he saw stars. Your dull nails dug into his skin, leaving red marks. As you slowed, your eyes opened, and you looked over at Steve.

"Do you think you've learned your lesson?"

Steve nodded his head like a puppet on a string. You got up, your legs a little wobbly. You turned back to Eddie for just a moment.

"Stay there and watch him clean up your mess."

Eddie supposed he hadn't earned your approval just yet. Still, it was worth it to see his cum slipping down your thighs as you walked away from the bed.

"On your knees," you said as you approached Steve.

He obeyed, and you spread your legs, standing on either side of his knees. You laid one hand on the back of his head, playing with his hair.

"You gonna help me clean up, pretty boy? Hm? I'll let you fuck me, but only if you lick the Freak's cum out of me."

"Whatever you want, I'll do it. Just tell me and --"

"I did. Are you gonna make me wait?"

Steve shook his head, grabbed your ass, and yanked you in. His mouth was hot and desperate against your pussy. You tugged at his hair, angling him so that he hit just the right spots. Despite your order to lick your pussy clean, Steve took a few detours to your clit, sucking it softly. You kept one hand on the wall behind him, balancing yourself.

"So good, doing so well for me..." You tapped his chin and stepped away. Steve stared up at you, his eyes hazy with ardour as you laid down on your fuzzy rug, which was situated in front of your mirror.

"Go on, pretty boy. Let's see if you can make me cum." You crooked your finger, luring him towards your open legs.

He scrambled to you, cock bouncing as he settled between your legs and grasped it to line it up with your entrance. He started out slow, gentle. Holding your hips down so he could seek out those spots inside of you that made you squirm. Once he found them, Steve pounded into you.

"Mmn, you like watching yourself fuck me, pretty boy?" you giggled, catching him admiring your joined bodies in the mirror behind you. "I think someone else likes watching us, too."

Eddie still sat on the bed, his mouth agape as he watched Steve fuck you.

"C-Can I help, Miss?" he asked.

"How?" you asked.

Eddie took your pillow and handed it to Steve. "Put it under her lower back."

He paused to do as Eddie had instructed. When he resumed, you let out a breathy cry. Steve could now hit a new spot in you without even trying.

"Good boys, working together," you praised, breathless. "C'mere, Eddie. Suck on my tits while he fucks me."

Eddie all but jumped to the ground and latched onto one of your breasts, sucking, flicking his tongue, pinching the other with his free hand. You arched up into his mouth, his actions shooting right to your core. Steve groaned as you clenched around him.

You surprised Eddie when you suddenly shoved him off of you and grabbed his cock, pumping it hard with one hand.

"Let me taste it."

He wasted no time inching closer, letting you take the tip of his cock into your mouth. You could taste yours and his cum on him. As you took him further down your throat, your eyes fluttered shut and you sucked. Eddie let his head tip back, rocking his hips gently.

It was hard to tell who came first. You wrapped your legs around Steve's waist just as his balls tightened up and the coil broke in his belly. You moaned around Eddie's cock as he filled your mouth and throat with his spend. By the time all three of you were done and the boys pulled out of you, all of you were breathless.

"Fuck," you croaked, the first to speak.

"Y-Yeah," Steve agreed just as Eddie nodded and hummed in agreement.

You sat up and stretched your arms over yourself.

"Okay, get out."

"What?" Steve gasped. "You're just kicking us out?"

"Uh, yeah. Didn't you hear what I said on the phone? I'm gonna order a pizza, take a shower, and go to bed early. Self-care."

Eddie let his head fall back against the edge of your mattress. "I take it our punishment isn't over yet, Harrington."

"Very good," you said with a couple of sarcastic claps. You got up and took your fuzzy housecoat from its hook on the back of your door. "Don't be so sad, pretty boy. You two were pretty good for a couple of perverted stalkers. Maybe we can do this again sometime."

You leaned down and cupped Steve's cheek, bringing him in for a slow kiss. "Maybe without Munson next time," you whispered.

Then you went over to Eddie and kissed him as well, sliding your fingers through his hair. "And maybe without Harrington, too."

As the boys gathered themselves, you watched them dress. Their limbs shook a little. They breathed heavy. They'd worked so hard. Were probably tired, hungry. Definitely dehydrated. Just as they both went for their pants, you cleared your throat.

"Maybe you should stay for a little bit," you relented. "Aftercare is kind of important. Do you guys like pizza?"

They both nodded. Steve said, "I'll pay. Y'know, to make up for the whole... sneaking into your room thing."

You smirked. "Oh, you're gonna be making up for that for awhile, sweetie. But food is a very good start."

You got on the phone and ordered. By the time dinner had arrived, all three of you had taken a shower and were ready to curl up in bed with your food. The rest of the evening was spent holding each other, petting hair, stroking skin, kissing soft spots.