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“Hey…” Steve announces as he walks in the door to the trailer you now share with Eddie after Wayne decided to move in with his longtime girlfriend and leave it to the both of you. Steve never bothers with knocking anymore as he’s over so much he practically lives there now too, even having his own key (for “emergencies” you had told him when you and Eddie had given it to him, but really you both wanted Steve to be able to have a safe space to go to at any time even if you or Eddie weren’t home).
“Hey!” You call back from the kitchenette where you’re making dinner for their movie night. “Eddie’s band practice ran a little over, but he should be back any minute now.” Steve responds back with a noncommittal hum, making you pause and turn around to face him. He’s working on kicking off his shoes, shoulders hunched. You instantly know something’s wrong. Setting down the jar of sauce you were holding, you walk closer to where Steve is. “Hey,” you start gently, “everything okay, Stevie?” When all you get back is yet another hum, you close the distance and slowly reach for his arm, grasping gently and giving a reassuring squeeze. “What’s wrong?”
Steve sighs and shrugs his shoulders, “Nothing just…” he pauses, and you smile back, waiting patiently for him to find his words. You and Eddie have been trying to help him move past his family trauma and to get him to open up more, reassuring him it’s okay to have feelings and thoughts and to express them. You squeeze his bicep again and rub your thumb back and forth, comforting. Steve sighs again before, “…My dad was home this morning from the office and…” you purse your lips trying not to let the anger you feel towards Steve’s parents cloud your ability to help Steve. “It wasn’t really even anything, he just… said some off handed shit about me being…” a deep inhale, “a worthless excuse for a son. His usual shit, nothing new. I don’t- “ he stopped abruptly and you quickly pulled him into a hug. You heard a small whimper before, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why it’s bothering me so much, Y/N. I’m… It’s not like it’s nothing I’m not used to hearing daily, I don’t…”
“Shhhh…” You hush him. “It’s okay, Steve, and you have nothing to be sorry for. No one should have to hear those things, Stevie. You know it’s not true, right?” You ask, although you knows he does, but you need him to say it, to replace any bad words with good ones instead. Steve nods into your shoulder. “Good. Because you are worth so much, Steve. You’re not worthless.” You pull back enough for Steve to look at you as you say, “You are priceless, Steve Harrington. Priceless.” You lean up to kiss his forehead before hugging him again. Just then the door opens yet again, this time revealing the face of your boyfriend. You smile smally as his eyes meet yours, concern immediately covering his face.
“Hey….” Eddie whispers quietly, almost as one would to a crying child. He moves closer setting his guitar case down, hand reaching forward to brush Steve’s back, resting there comfortingly.
You hear a small sniffle from Steve, face tucked into the nape of your neck. “…hey, Eds…” he whispers.
Eddie gives you a what happened? look as he grasps your shoulder with his other hand, not sure yet who to comfort. “Steve just had a little bit of a rough day.”
Eddie’s eyes drift immediately to the back of Steve’s head, “Is everything okay, Stevie?” he asks. Not needing to ask what happened. You’re sure he can assume it was ‘parent related’ and you’ll tell him later if he wants to know, not wanting Steve to have to go through it again.
“…yeah,” Steve answers quietly, “…now.”
Eddie then wraps his arms around you both and squeezes as tight as he can until you and Steve feel crushed and are squealing to get out. When he finally releases his grip, Steve and you pull apart as well. You smile at him as he quickly wipes a small tear away.
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You finish dinner quickly, nothing fancy as you are far from any kind of chef, but spaghetti is one of the maybe five things you can make well. Steve decided he just wanted to move on from the events of this morning and just have a good night, so you Eddie agreed. The three of you sitting on the small couch in the living room, now empty plates of food stacked on the coffee table as a movie Steve had brought from Family Video plays in the background.
You each had a couple beers with your meal, and you were feeling pleasantly warm as you cuddled into Eddie’s side, your feet tucked under you and Eddie’s arm around you. Feeling almost sleepy as you blankly stare at the tv screen. Eddie lets out a small chuckle at the movie, bringing you back to reality a little. Enough to feel Steve shift next to you. Glancing to your side you notice he seems a bit… off again. Uncomfortable? As the tv screen lights up brighter your able to make out his face better, noticing his look of melancholy. Worried he’s thinking about his father’s shitty words again you stick out your foot below you on the couch, nudging his thigh a little. Steve looks over to you and you smile. He smiles back briefly before looking back to the tv. You sigh quietly to yourself, unsure of what to do. Eddie seems to take notice of your mood shift as you feel him begin rubbing circles into your shoulder. You look up at him and nod subtly back to Steve. He glances above your head over to Steve for a moment before seeing what you saw. An unsure look on his own face now.
Looking back at Steve, you think to yourself. You don’t know what exactly is upsetting Steve so you can’t say words to help him. So instead, you use actions. Shifting around in Eddie’s hold you adjust so your back is leaning into Eddie’s side and your legs are bent in front of you, toes nudging Steve. He looks over at you again at the movement and you use the opportunity, making grabby hands towards him and beckoning him to move into your hold. He makes a confused face, and you lean up to grab his arm to pull him to lay down. Eventually you find a comfortable position, with Steve laying down in front of you with his head resting in Eddie’s lap, your arm around him holding him close.
A few minutes pass by, nothing is said. Eddie’s hand eventually finds its way to tangle his fingers into Steve’s hair, massaging softly. With your body pressed against Steve you can feel the moment he finally relaxes. You lean down and place a gentle kiss on Steve’s temple. You see Eddie smile fondly, knowingly, at you and you smile back. You’ve both talked about it before. Your feelings towards Steve. You both cared for him, deeply. More than just familial attachment. You’ve not acted on anything yet, waiting for either the right moment or waiting for Steve to be in the right place before bringing it up.
“Thank you.” You’re snapped out of your thoughts at a small whisper. Both you and Eddie immediately look down at Steve. You feel your heart swell and you squeeze him tighter to you. “I…I was feeling…” deep breath, “lonely.”
This time you felt your heartstrings pulled at his small tone. “Oh, Stevie…I’m sorry. I could tell something was upsetting you, I didn’t know.” You rubbed circles into his hip with your thumb.
“You should have said something, darlin’.” Eddie reminded him softly.
A brief silence. You both waited for him, continuing your comforting gestures. “I didn’t know. I mean I… I knew I was… off. But I didn’t really know what was bothering me until…” He trailed off and you could tell he was debating on whether to say something or not. “Somehow you always know what to do… I didn’t know I was feeling lonely or why before but… you just seem to always know.”
“It’s because I care about you Steve. I want you to be happy and to be comfortable.” You tell him, putting as much feeling into your words as you can. Trying to tell him how you feel without saying it.
“I, uh….” Steve hesitated, again seemingly debating whether to say admit? something, “I care about you too… Both of you. Like, um… a lot.”
You and Eddie look at each other in slight shock and also silently asking each other if this is the time.
“Sorry, uh, I…” Steve started after your brief silence, and you felt him tense back up. Decision made.
“Steve, woah woah, baby….” Eddie started. You smiled at his quick change to calling Steve pet names already. You both moved quickly but calmly. Not wanting to scare Steve but also adhering to the urgency to assure Steve. You leaned up at the same time as Eddie sat Steve up and moved him around so he could face you both, hand holding his cheek. “You do not need to apologize. Jesus, Steve we… fuck we’ve cared about…” Eddie stopped abruptly thinking for a brief moment before, “Fuck it, I’m saying it… love. We’ve loved you for a while, Stevie.”
Steve made the smallest of noises, almost surprised. “It’s true, Steve. God, it’s true. You mean the world to us. Love you so much, baby.” You tell him earnestly.
“I…I love both of you too. I just… I didn’t… I mean…” Steve seemed at a loss for words, so you act quickly. Leaning forward and placing your lips to his. It took a moment for Steve to react before he was kissing back with fervor. You reached up to cup his face with your hands, melting into the kiss, pouring out your emotions to this boy that you and Eddie have been trying so desperately to help fix, when a thought came to you. Maybe this is how. With love. You move without realizing it and soon you’re basically sitting in Steve’s lap, his hands squeezing tightly to your hips. Your tongue slips into his mouth and you hear him let out a small moan. Shifting your hips down slightly, you can tell why as you feel his hardness begin to form under you. You grind down harder and another moan slips from Steve’s mouth. “Fuck me.” He whines between kisses, causing you to pull back and look at him. “Please.” He whispers, timid, eyes flicking back and forth from you to Eddie. “Want it.”
“Fuck, Stevie…” Eddie all but moaned himself, clearly turned on as well from the interaction.
“Yeah?” You asked, rhetorically. “You want that, baby?” Steve nods. “You want me and Eddie to take you apart?” Another nod. “Yeah? Need us to take you apart so we can put you back together?”
“Please.” Steve pleaded once more.
You grinned. “I think we can manage that. Don’t you think, Eds?”
Eddie didn’t answer with words at first, lifting his hand to pull Steve into a kiss of his own. You watched fondly as the two shared this intimate moment. Before Eddie pulled back, “Yeah, we can do that, baby.” He brushed his thumb back and forth across Steve’s cheek, so gentle in comparison to his words. “We’re gonna take good care of you, baby. Gonna fuck you just how you need it. Make you feel it. Is that what you want?” Steve nodded, which you knew under normal circumstances would not suffice, Eddie needing a verbal response, but for now it was. “Stand up, sweetie.” And you followed his orders as well as Steve. The three of you standing, movie long forgotten, dishes could wait till later.
Without words needing to be spoken, you made your way to the bedroom holding hands like a human train, making you all chuckle as you walked into the room. Once you calmed down you moved to sit on the bed. Steve suddenly looked a little antsy and not in a good way. You patted the area next to you and Steve moved to follow, sitting down beside you. “What is it, honey? Is it too much? Too fast? We don’t have to do anything- “
“No.” Steve cut you off quietly. “I… I want to. I really want to. I’m just…” He sniffled quickly for something to fill the space while he thought, “I guess I’m just a little… nervous.” He finally said hesitantly, “and I really don’t know why! I’ve never been more comfortable with anyone before like I am with you both, except like Robin but that’s like in a different way, but like I don’t know I just feel…”
“Hey, it’s okay, Steve.” You assured him. Eddie sat down next to Steve and put a reassuring hand on his knee. “We love that you feel comfortable with us and that you are being honest with us.” You leaned over to kiss him quickly. “How about… to help you relax,” you look over to Eddie, “how about you roll us a joint and we take a couple hits just to relax?” Eddie nodded and moved to get his rolling tray, weed, and papers, and got to work. “That sound good to you, sweetheart?” Steve nodded and it also reminded you that this was a good time to talk about rules and boundaries.
“Also, Stevie, before we start anything, lets discuss some stuff.” You look to Eddie who nods at you to continue. And Steve who also nodded. “Okay, just a couple quick rules, I’ll just go through the basics for now, “you pause as Eddie chuckles quietly, and you realize it’s because you are pretty much using the same speech Eddie gave you the first time you slept together. You move on quickly, “Okay first off, when we ask a question, we need verbal responses. Not just a nod. Need a yes or no, okay?” Steve nodded before seemingly understanding and responded with a quick, ’yes’. You smiled at him. “Good. Next, have you heard of the traffic light system?”
Steve thought for a quick moment before, “Yeah, I think so… It’s uh, like the colors, right? Like red means stop and green means go?”
“In a nutshell yeah…” You smile at his cute thinking face, “So if we ask your color you respond with, green for good, okay, keep going, and so on. Yellow, for slow down or pause if you need to talk or anything like that. And red, for full stop. And you can use them at any time even if we don’t ask, okay?”
“Okay.” Steve nods along.
“And if we do anything you don’t like or aren’t into, just tell us.” Eddie added in as he set down the tray and stood up from where he was sitting cross legged on the floor, newly rolled joint in hand.
“Got it.” Steve answered. Already doing so well. You reach out and touch his knee, squeezing comfortingly as Eddie moves back to sit on the other side of Steve, sticking the joint between his lips and bringing the lighter to the end. Taking a few puffs to get it lit before holding it out for Steve.
“First hit, Stevie?” Eddie asks, and Steve smiles quickly before taking it. This is by far the first time that you all had smoked together and after he had a long drag, he passed it to you.
It wasn’t long before you started to feel the effects, the three of you making quick work of the joint, and more importantly you started to notice the effects on Steve.
“Feeling better, babe?” You ask as you brush some hair behind Steve’s ear.
Steve nods, happily, “Yeah…”
“Good.” Eddie says as he leans over to the ashtray on the nightstand to stub out the roach. “We want you to feel relaxed, sweetheart. Not nervous or stressed.” He turns back and directs Steve to look at him. “In the end, it’s just us, baby. Okay? Nothing scary.”
“Okay.” Steve answers before lunging forward to smash his lips into Eddie’s. Said man being knocked back a little at the sudden force but laughing fondly into the kiss all the same. You also can’t help but giggle at Steve’s sudden eagerness, nerves seemingly disappeared. “Sorry…” Steve whispered as he pulled back.
“For what?” Eddie asked.
“I…” Steve started. “I don’t… I mean you…”
“You have nothing you need to apologize for, Stevie.” Eddie assured him. “It’s cute you’re being such an eager boy.”
You heard Steve let out the smallest noise, barely audible, “I…I’ve thought about it.”
You look up to Eddie, the two of you making eye contact. “Yeah?” You asked, sweetly.
“Mhmm…I-I want…” Steve started.
“What, baby?” You prompted. Steve still hesitated. “It’s okay, baby. Tell us what you want. We want to make you feel good.” Both you and Eddie reached at the same time, like in sync, to touch Steve, to reassure. Eddie rubbing small circles into his lower back while you took a hold of his hand, interlocking your fingers, squeezing tightly.
Steve took a few small breaths before whispering, “I want to be good.” Again, you and Eddie make eye contact. Steve keeping you both on your toes, neither expecting what he says next, “Want to be good for both of you. Want to… want to let go and…let you take care of me. But I also want to make you feel good. Want to make you both feel so good. Please let me, God please I’ll be good, I want to.”
Steve was pleading, and God did it do something to you and clearly Eddie too, as you know from experience. You knew how much you cared for Steve and how badly you wanted to take care of him, but you didn’t necessarily expect to get this reaction yourself but fuck if you didn’t want to give everything to this boy in front of you.
“You are good, Stevie. Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie starts as you are unbale to make words come out, currently figuring own some of your own feelings, “gonna be so good for us. Our good boy.”
Steve whimpers and you smirk, before deciding you need to move this the fuck along. You stand up quickly to climb onto Steve’s lap, drawing his attention back to you, “You’re gonna be so fucking good for us. Such a perfect boy, sweetie.” You lean down to kiss him, immediately pushing your tongue into his mouth and licking behind his teeth before gliding your tongue around his mouth obscenely. Grinding down, you’re met with Steve’s already very hard length straining against the zipper of his jeans, uncomfortably, you’re sure. Steve moans into your mouth as you press your ass down harder. Pulling back, you lift his shirt off over his head before moving to mouth at his neck, sucking and licking, deciding to take pity and bring your hand down to massage Steve’s dick though the denim.
“Ah- “Steve moans, sending shivers down your spine at the sound, as you reach with your other hand to pinch at his nipple, “Fuck…. Please…” He was back to begging when suddenly you heard, “Mommy, please?!”
You paused, lifting your head up to look at Steve, then Eddie, then back to Steve, just to confirm you heard that right. Judging by Eddie’s look of utter horniness and Steve’s look of slight horror, you’re assuming you did. But fuck, you were with Eddie on this one, that was fucking hot! “Fuck, Steve….” You couldn’t help but moan, feeling yourself get wet at the thought. Steve looked down, in shame? and fuck no that wouldn’t do, “Hey, baby…. It’s okay.” You lifted his head to look back at you again, “That’s so fucking okay… god that’s more than okay… right, Eddie?” Steve looks over to Eddie shyly.
Eddie moves in to kiss Steve quickly, hand caressing his cheek, “So okay… So fucking hot, doll…”
“You want to be our good baby?” You ask Steve seriously, “Be a good baby boy for mommy and daddy?”
Steve nodded quickly, “Yes…” he whined, “want to be your good boy, please…”
You smirked, starting to understand the euphoria that Eddie got from this as you asked, “Please what, baby boy?”
“Please, mommy…” Steve responded immediately and without missing a beat, turned to Eddie, “Please, daddy?”
Eddie groaned and you looked at him, noticing his hand pressing down on his own large bulge to relieve some pressure. You smirk at him, “How could we say no to that?” You get up, only for Steve to whine at the loss, “Relax, honey,“ you assure as you tug on the hem of your shirt, quickly pulling it up and off. You’re still wearing your bra, but Steve takes in the new bare skin, nonetheless. You then kneel down in front of Steve and reach for his belt, deciding, despite being the least clothed of you all currently, that he was wearing too many clothes still. Soon you have his jeans undone and instruct Steve to lift his hips so you can take them off completely, leaving him in just his boxers, dick straining to be freed in front of you. Before you can reach for it though, Steve pulls you up to kiss him again, standing between his legs, his hands roaming your body, seemingly just needing to touch. You happily let him, enjoying the feeling of his heated touch on your bare skin. When his hands move down to cup your ass, still covered by your black denim shorts, his thumbs slip into your back pockets as he yanks you forward, breaking the kiss and almost causing you to fall down face first into him. He catches you though, and instead moves to mouth at your stomach, hips, everywhere he can reach from his position. Your fingers thread though his hair, brushing it back as you let him take whatever comfort he needs.
“Fuck, can I- “he starts, breath ghosting against your skin, “please…can I…”
“Can you, what?” You ask softly, looking down at him. “Use your words, baby boy?”
“Please, mommy?” He starts again, placing kisses down your tummy, to your navel, and lower till he’s stopped by the denim “…can I eat you out? Want to taste you, mommy, please?”
Nearly chocking on air, yourself, you hear Eddie whisper a quiet ’fuck’ from where he’s been quietly watching you and Steve. You yank back on Steve’s hair, not too rough but enough to get him to pull back and look up at you through hooded eyes, “God… Of course, baby. Such a good boy for asking so well.” You praise him, understanding that he needs plenty of praise and approval, needs to know he’s doing good being good. You push on his shoulders till he gets the message and lays back. You reach behind you to unhook your bra when you feel fingers doing it for you as you realize Eddie is now standing behind you. He kisses at your neck while sliding the straps off your shoulders and down your arms till it falls to the floor, hands coming up to caress your breasts briefly. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder as his hands move down to unbutton your shorts, one hand finding its way into your panties and a finger slipping between your folds rubbing over your clit and down to feel how soaking wet you are. You shiver at the feeling.
“Fuck, baby girl, your dripping…” He whispers in your ear, and you can feel him smirking. All too quickly though he’s pulling his hand away and pushing your shorts and panties down in one go. You step out of them with Eddie’s help and he turns you quickly to kiss you, hands grabbing your ass and squeezing, “Now get over there and sit on his face, princess.” Shivering at his words you turn back around to see Steve propped up on his elbows watching. “Our boy has been waiting so patiently for you, Y/N.”
You couldn’t agree more as you climb on the bed, straddling Steve as you crawl up, up, up, stopping at his shoulders to look down at him first, “You ready, sweet boy?”
“Yes, mommy!” Steve agrees eagerly.
You crawl up the last couple of inches until you’re straddling Steve’s face, knees on either side of his head. Instantly he tried to lift up to reach his mouth to you, but you keep him in place by his hair with his head on the bed, pussy hovering over his face. You stay there a few moments until Steve lets out a desperate whine. Chuckling, you slowly lower yourself down at the same time as your grip loosens on his hair. Steve shoots up to meet your cunt, tongue flicking out to lick a stripe up from your hole to your clit. He does it again, and again, tongue dipping inside almost like a spoon scooping, and it dawns on you, he’s really tasting you. Just tasting. “Fucking hell…” you can’t help but moan.
“Mommy tastes good, doesn’t she, baby boy?” Eddie says from behind you. You hear him moving around but can’t be bothered to look behind you right now, not when Steve is making the prettiest face you’ve ever seen while eating your pussy like it’s his last meal.
“Mhmm…” Steve hums in answer, vibrations sending chills through your body. He pulls back enough to say quickly, “So good, daddy.” Another lick, “Mommy tastes so good.” And then he’s right back to sucking and licking, before changing it up to sucking your clit more, focusing more on bringing you pleasure. Your grip tightens in his hair, your own head falling back and moans dripping from your mouth in steady streams. Suddenly you feel Steve jolt under you and his ministrations waver slightly. Opening your eyes, you look down to figure out what happened. Feeling movement behind you again your glance back to see Eddie kneeling between Steve’s legs on the floor and licking a stripe up Steve’s rock hard, and rather impressive length.
You can’t help but moan “fuck” at the sight, as Eddie looks up, eyes meeting yours. He smirks before circling the tip with his tongue, dipping into the slit. Steve’s head falls back to the bed as he groans, his grip on your things tightening, most likely leaving marks that will form later. You glance back down to watch Steve’s face of pleasure, enjoying the sight for a moment, “Seems daddy is distracting you, baby…” You say as you run your fingers through his hair soothingly, condescending smile on your face. Steve manages to open his eyes and give you an apologetic look. “It’s okay… I can help you,” is all the warning you give him before letting your legs fall further apart and sinking down so you’re pinning Steve between you and the bed. You brace yourself with your hands so not to completely crush him, as you settle around to position your pussy over Steve’s mouth.
Steve, being the good boy he is, catches on immediately and sticks his tongue out to get back to work, letting you use his face, mouth and tongue for your own pleasure. You’re spurred on by the vibrations nearly continuous now as moans slip from Steve’s mouth. Looking behind you again, this time you are met with the sight of Eddie now bobbing up and down. You knew Eddie had given blowjobs before, but you’ve never seen him action and you have to admit, you’re actually a little impressed. He was damn good at it, if judging by how Steve is reacting and how far down you notice he’s able to take Steve’s length down his throat. You wish now that you were facing the other way so you could watch more but nothing is making you get up now. You’re grinding down hard, and in the back of your mind you think you may be a little too rough, but Steve’s eyes are rolled back and he’s still sucking and licking as best he can and you’re so close you can’t even think about stopping. When suddenly Steve jerks underneath you and groans roughly right over your clit, tipping you over that edge “ah fuuuuuck” you cry out as you’re barely able to keep yourself, spasming through the waves of pleasure until finally it’s too much and you lift yourself up and carefully crawl off Steve’s face plopping down unceremoniously next to him.
You catch your breath for a moment before remembering and shooting your head up to watch Eddie going down on Steve. But instead, you see Eddie kneeling back, smirking at you. You squint in confusion until you notice Steve’s cock is significantly less hard and finally notice a few dribbles of cum running down Eddie’s neck a little. And you realize Steve’s own orgasm is what set off yours. “Holy shit…” you whisper as you lay your head back down.
Eddie chuckles, “You both with me?”
“Uh huh…” You manage before looking over to Steve, also needing to check on him. He looked blissed out and utterly debauched. Usually perfectly styled hair thrown all which ways, a dark flush still spreading down his body and face shiny and slick covered in your own come. But still he had the smallest hint of a smile on his face. “Stevie?” you prompt him again, knowing it’s taking a minute for his brain to come back online. “Are you okay?”
Finally, he looks at you and whispers, “Yeah…” He full on smiles now, “I’m good.” You can’t help but smile back.
“Here, angel.” Eddie says as he stands up and pulls his faded t shirt off (and how was he still fully clothed?). He leans down to use the material to gently wipe your cum off Steve’s face.
“Thanks, daddy.” Steve says after Eddie’s finished.
“Of course.” Eddie answers before grabbing his face by the chin and kissing him, tongue immediately shoved past Steve’s lips and you know why, he’s seeking out your taste. Frankly, you didn’t fully get the hype not thinking you tasted much like anything, but Eddie always liked it nonetheless and Steve too evidently. But that didn’t stop it from being hot as hell to you that they did enjoy it and you weren’t questioning that fact, more than okay with now two boys being apparently cum drunk on your taste. “Fuck,” Eddie groans as he pulls back.
Wanting to join in you sit up on your knees and reach for Eddie, leaning in like your about to kiss him but instead dipping down and licking a line up his throat where Steve’s cum had dribbled down. The bitter taste hitting your tongue, again never a big fan of the flavor either but you knew how much Eddie liked this shit and assumingly Steve would too. Both boys confirm your suspicion when they make small sounds at the action, making you giggle. Suddenly Eddie grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer and locks your lips together. You feel his hand drift down towards your center and to your pussy. You jolt at the initial touch pulling back from the kiss as he quickly slips two fingers into your still dripping hole. “Ah ha...” You gasp as he immediately starts fucking his fingers in and out at a rapid pace. You grasp onto Eddie’s biceps, head falling to his shoulder as you have no choice but to surrender yourself to Eddie’s attention. “Mhmmmm…” You hum into Eddie’s neck, small moans and gasps slipping out as the pleasure builds in you yet again.
You are startled briefly when you feel Steve’s hands on you, having not noticed he’d even moved. One hand gripping your waist on the side Eddie’s wasn’t, while the other runs lightly down your abdomen and squeezing in the space between Eddie’s hand and your pelvis. You feel him kiss at your neck as his fingers brush against your clit. You moan as his fingers move faster and faster until they’re matching Eddie’s brutal pace. You squeeze Eddie’s arms tighter as you can feel an orgasm quickly approaching.
“Oh fuck, please, fuck,” You manage to groan, Eddie hitting your sweet spot on almost every thrust of his fingers. You can feel Steve sucking a bruise into your neck and you peel a hand off Eddie’s arm to reach behind you and tangle in Steve’s hair, spurring him on. It’s not long before your cumming hard and screaming, “Stevie, daddy, FUCK!” You can feel your cunt squeeze and spasm around Eddie’s digits while both he and Steve continue to fuck you through your orgasm. “Mmmmm….” You hum as you come down and both boys slowly stop their movements. Steve pulls his hand back, but Eddie doesn’t remove his yet, fingers gently rubbing in small circles inside you, causing you to jolt and make little whimpering noises. Steve’s still mouthing at your skin, your own hand still grasped into his hair unable to release with the continued sensations. “Fuck, Eddie, please…” You plead, “I want…” You start as Eddie finally stops his movements inside you but still doesn’t pull out.
“What, princess?” Eddie asks, and even though you can’t see it, you can hear the smugness in his voice and know he’s smirking. Well, you’re about to wipe that shit off, you hope, as you lift your head up and put on your best innocent face.
“Want you to fuck Stevie,” you begin again, you hear Steve choke on his air, and you pull him to you as you kiss his cheek softly, “Want you to fuck our boy, daddy.” You look back to see Eddie’s reaction, and though he’s usually good at steeling his reactions, this time, you see exactly what you hoped, the slightest crack in his reserve. “You want that, baby boy?” You ask Steve.
You watch him swallow thickly before nodding and answering almost shyly, “…yeah.”
But that wasn’t enough for you. No matter how much the idea turned you on, and apparently Eddie, you genuinely needed to know that it was something Steve actually wanted. “Yeah?” You prompt him as your meet his eyes.
Steve bites his lip before answering, “Yeah. Yes, please want daddy to fuck me…” then looks to Eddie, “Please daddy, please fuck me?”
You and Eddie groan at the same time, “God, sweetheart,” Eddie says as he finally pulls his fingers from your cunt, and you let out a small noise of your own at the loss. He reaches his other hand up to cup Steve’s face, “You’re so good, baby, asking so nicely for what you want. How are we ever supposed to say no?” He then pulls him in over your shoulder for a quick but utterly filthy kiss. “Lay back, baby.”
Now un-sandwiched from between both boys you force your legs to work and crawl off the bed to reach the nightstand and grab the lube bottle while Eddie helps Steve adjust to a good position. “Have you ever had anything in your ass before, baby love?” You ask Steve as you settle next to Eddie between Steve’s bent legs.
Steve is quiet for a moment as you glance up at him watching you and Eddie with a shy expression. Slowly he shakes his head, “no, I- “he chews his lip, takes a deep breath and both you and Eddie caress his ankles comfortingly, “I’ve…thought about it. Fuck wanted to but never…never tried.”
You smile, “So good, baby. We’ll still go slow at first, and if it hurts or you don’t like it, tell us, okay?”
“Okay.” Steve answers, then Eddie and you move in tandem, both pushing one of Steve’s legs back to his chest. Eddie quickly grabs a pillow and stuffs it under Steve’s hips to prop him up better, now leaving him on full display.
“Fuck, angel…” Eddie almost growls next to you, causing you to chuckle. “You’re so fucking pretty, Stevie, holy fuck. Look so good spread out for us.” Steve blushes a deep shade of red and you’re surprised but delighted at how far it spreads down his entire chest making him look deliciously flushed.
You release your hold on Steve’s legs briefly to quickly open the lube and squirt a decent amount on your fingers. You rub it around, trying to warm it before bringing your hand down to circle a finger slowly around the rim of his hole. Steve gasps quietly at the feeling and squirms a little. “Easy, baby, just breath okay. Try to stay relaxed.” Steve nods and you see him visibly trying to force himself to relax, causing you and Eddie to chuckle. You rub slow circles around only pressing lightly, trying to get him used to the feeling. When you think he’s finally actually relaxed you push harder until the tip of your finger slips inside. When Steve makes no noise of discomfort you continue forward to the first knuckle, wiggling around trying to stretch as you go. You move it in and out slowly going a little deeper on every inward motion.
“How’s it feel, babydoll?” Eddie questions and you tear your attention away from the sight in front of you to look up. Steve is breathing quickly and has a tight grip on the sheets with both hands beside him.
“Good… it’s good, daddy.” Steve breathes out.
Smirking, you finally push all the way inside. Crooking your finger, searching around for his sweet spot, making Steve squirm some more before jolting and squeezing around your knuckle. “There we go.” You state as you focus briefly on rubbing on the nub you feel inside Steve as he moans a loud and long drawn out “fuckkkkkk”. You fuck your finger in and out a few times before deciding he can take another. You pull your finger out enough to tuck a second finger in beside it. It’s a tighter squeeze than you expected. “Okay?” You ask just in case.
“Yeah. It’s… fuck it’s good.” Steve groans, head thrown back. “Like it.” He says, as if answering the question in the back of your head.
“You like being stretched open?” Eddie asks, but you can tell it’s really rhetorical. “Like mommy getting you ready for me?”
“Yes!” Steve screams as you push hard on his prostate.
“God, your so fucking hot. So goddamn perfect, I swear…” Eddie rambles whiles he reaches up to stroke at Steve’s dick, already hard again. “Gonna feel so good around me, baby. Gonna stretch you open so good, fucking gonna make you scream my name, make you feel it.” You smirk knowing damn well what Eddie’s working with. The first time he fucked your ass you really wondered whether you were being spilt in two. Which is why you want to make sure you stretch Steve open on your fingers as much as possible.
Steve whines at Eddie’s words and wiggles at the feeling on his sensitive cock, before Eddie removes his hand and drifts down to brush where your fingers are buried inside Steve’s hole. He circles a finger around, collecting lube that had dribbled down, before pushing a digit in right alongside your own two. “Ahmhmmm…” Steve moans out while biting his lip again, and you make a mental note, as cute and hot as it is, to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself seriously with the action.
Eddie wastes no time in sinking his finger in all the way to the last knuckle, wiggling it around yours deep inside the other boy. You then quickly work in tandem again, pulling your fingers in and out together, pulling apart and just working your digits around to get him nice and ready for Eddie’s cock. “You open up so nicely, Stevie. Can’t wait to get inside you, Jesus fuck…”
“Ahh, please…” Steve pleads, “Please, I need…”
“What do you need, baby?” You spur him on, “Use your words, I know you can.”
“I need… I nee- “he starts, cut short by the fingers inside him hitting his spot again, “Fuck… I want it. I want daddy to fuck me. Need it. Need to feel him inside me, please. Fuck, please, please daddy. Mommy.” He whines the last word and fuck it’s so adorable it almost makes you want to laugh. Like you have any control over Eddie when he’s just as much in control over you as he is of Steve. But the thought that Steve wants needs this so badly that he’ll plead to you for help… God it makes you feel things.
You’d help him out as best you could, “Ask him, baby boy. Ask daddy nicely for what you want. Be a good boy.”
Steve lays there panting before finally taking a deep breath and in one long ramble, “Please daddy, fuck me? Please fuck me, now? Want to be full of you. Want you to make me yours.”
You see Eddie shift around next to you, most likely very uncomfortably hard in his jeans, groaning as he eventually decides to pull his finger out and sit up. “Fuck, baby angel… you might be the death of me…” You chuckle, you can’t help but agree, as you slowly slip your fingers out as well and move out of the way, Steve making a small whimper when his hole is left empty. But not for long as Eddie is quickly undoing his belt and, with a little bit of awkward fumbling around on the bed, manages to get his jeans and boxers off together, tossing them away like he couldn’t stand the offending clothing anymore.
You grab the lube bottle quickly, ready to slick Eddie’s cock up for him when you stop and remember, “Shit… do we have any condoms?” you ask, as you and Eddie don’t use them with you being on birth control.
“Uh... yeah somewhere…” Eddie states, only you able to hear the disappointment in his voice knowing how much Eddie hates condoms, the main reason why you started birth control to begin with.
Stopping to think briefly, you and Eddie have only been with each other since you started dating months ago and knew you were both clean. “Stevie?” You start hesitant, not sure how to phrase this exactly. He hums in response to go on. “Are you… I mean have you been like... tested? recently?”
Steve makes a confused face at first, eyebrows scrunching together before, “Oh… uh no not… recently but uh… I was in high school you know, for sports and I was clean and that was after Nancy and I haven’t uh… been with ya know, anyone since, so…” he looks away shyly and you can’t help but find it so cute when he gets shy talking about something like this but was begging for Eddie’s cock only moments before.
“We’re both clean too… are you okay with not using condoms?” You ask, before reminding, “You can say no, we’re not trying to force you into anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
“No!” Steve says immediately and you make sure not to let disappointment show on your face, not wanting him to feel pressured, as Eddie would if you said no to anything, “Wait no, I mean yes.” He corrects quickly but you’re a little confused now and looking at Eddie you can see he is as well, “Fuck… yes! I am okay with not using condoms.” He clarifies and you bite your tongue to keep from giggling at how adorable he is. Instead, you focus back on your original plan of lubing Eddie’s cock. You think about teasing him a little, but feeling how rock hard he is you decide not to for his sake, and probably yours as well. Making quick work of it you kiss him quickly before removing your hand and scooting back enough for Eddie to take his place between Steve’s legs.
“You ready, baby boy?” Eddie asks.
“Yeah, daddy. So ready. Need to feel you.” Steve whines.
Eddie leans down to kiss Steve quickly as he lines up, brushing the head around Steve’s rim. You see Steve’s breath hitch, “Shhhh…. easy, baby,” Eddie soothes, “Breath, Stevie.” He commands softly. Steve takes a deep shaky breath and, on his exhale, Eddie pushes in. Steve makes a cut off sound as the head breaches his hole. You know he would have benefitted with a fourth finger, especially with how thick Eddie was, but Steve also said he wanted to feel it, and he certainly was now.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Steve whimpers. “Oh fuck, so, ah, so big…” His hands are gripping Eddie’s shoulders now, so hard his knuckles are white, and you know Eddie is only getting spurred on by it, all of it. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t also. You’d imagined Eddie and Steve together many times, but nothing compares to the real deal. Jesus, you couldn’t say why but the sight of your boys together turns you on even more than you imagined, and you find you can’t stop your hand from reaching between your legs to circle your fingers around your clit.
Eddie stops halfway, asking “Okay?” voice sounding strained, most likely from how hard he’s holding himself back.
Steve’s panting, grip not wavering, eyes screwed tightly closed. “Fuck…” he squeaks out, his voice shot, shaky. “Y-yeah.”
“Are you sure?” Eddie asks again, hearing or seeing something you can’t. Using his, I’m concerned and taking a breath to really make sure you’re okay, tone.
Steve is quiet for a few seconds, settling his breathing, “Yeah.” He says more confident now. “Yeah, daddy, I’m good. Just you,” he chuckles, “you could have warned me you’re so fucking big, Jesus, I feel like I’m being torn in half up my asshole, holy fucking shit.”
You can’t help but snort, “Right?”
Eddie scoffs dramatically, “Well, my apologies for being too well endowed.”
“Yeah, good you should be.” You laugh.
“I guess if it’s a problem I can just… stop fucking you.” Eddie says casually as he actually starts pulling out.
“No!” Steve almost screams, causing Eddie to chuckle now.
“No?” Eddie uses a condescending tone, “Then tell me how much you like it. How much you like being split open on my cock.”
Steve moans, “Fuck, I like it. I-I love it. Please, daddy, love your huge dick.” Eddie smiles faintly and starts slowly pushing forward again but stopping when Steve stops speaking, and you understand at the same time Steve seems to get it as well. Eddie is only going to move when Steve is spewing obscenities. “I
love-“ he starts again, and Eddie does as well, “love how good you stretch me open, ah fuck, you’re so big, making me feel every inch, daddy. Shit, shit… Oh, God, it’s so good. Daddy, please, I want it. I need it all. Need you all inside me. Please…” You see a small tear fall down his cheek out of desperation. Eddie isn’t quite bottomed out yet, but he seems to take pity on the poor boy and keeps going even though Steve has stopped rambling. Said boy back to panting, but more so from need than discomfort now. Eddie moves forward the last bit and finally, he’s sheathed fully inside Steve. “Oh f-f-uuuuck.” He moans and more tears fall before Eddie reaches up to brush them away.
“Good?” Eddie asks sweetly, licking Steve’s tears off his thumb.
“Mhmmm…so good…” Steve nods enthusiastically.
“Yeah? You a slut for daddy’s cock, baby boy?” Eddie grasps Steve’s chin, holding him in place as he forces eye contact.
“Yes, daddy.” Steve says in a small voice.
Eddie chuckles again, releasing his grip and leaning up. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Mommy is too.” And then he pulls back till only the tip in inside, before plunging back in at full force.
“FUCK!” Steve screams, arms shooting out beside him and squeezing the sheets again. Eddie doesn’t give him time to rest either, immediately pulling back and pushing in again just as hard. He keeps up the lazy but harsh pace, sending Steve further up the bed on each thrust until the boy has no choice but to reach above him to keep himself from slamming into the headboard. He’s making small little ah ah ahs on every thrust and your hand moves to your pussy again, you’re so wet you dribble a little onto the sheets as you rub your clit at a brutal desperate pace.
“You’re so tight, Stevie.” Eddie groans. “Feel so good. So perfect for me, just how I knew you would.”
“Oh f-Uck.” Steve moans back, words being punched out of him on each thrust. “Da-Addy…n-Eed m-Ore.”
“Seems someone…” Eddie drawls out, “forgot their manners.” He emphasizes with a particularly hard in stroke.
Steve screams out a moan, “SO-rry, DA-ddy…” he pleads, “P-lease.”
“Please, what, angel?”
Steve whines, reminding you of a toddler not getting their way, and you wonder if that’s what you sound like. “Pl-Ease, d-Addy. NE-ed m-Ore.”
“Good boy.” Eddie praises before changing to a faster steadier rhythm, pulling out only halfway before pushing back in, still in bruising thrusts.
You’re so focused on the scene before you and your own hand driving you to pleasure, that you hadn’t even noticed Eddie looking over at you. When you look up and meet his eyes, he’s smirking at you. You smile back before you notice he has a glint in his eye and, “Look at mommy, baby boy.” Steve obeys and you meet his gaze, biting your own lip now. “She likes watching you get fucked. Don’t you, Y/N?”
Oh fuck… You’d spent most of this time being partially in control yourself and now this shift Eddie is causing… reminding you he’s still your daddy too, however weird or fucked up the dynamic may be, you don’t really care, it works for you. “Yes, daddy.” You answer, hand never leaving your sopping cunt. “So fucking hot-mhmm-look so fucking good.”
“I think…” Eddie begins, “you’ve been such a good girl…” You suppress a whine of your own at the praise (what can you say you’re a slut for receiving praise just as much as giving), “and such a good mommy for our boy, you deserve a reward.” You shiver at the thought of what Eddie may have in mind, hand finally stopping at the promise of something better. “Baby boy? Wanna help give mommy a reward?”
“Yes!” Steve agrees quickly. “Want to help mommy too. Want to help you both. Please, need to be a good boy. Need to make you feel good.”
“You are such a good boy, Stevie. Gonna be so helpful.” Eddie promised, making Steve hum in delight, before bringing his movements to a halt. Turning back to you and tilting your head up by your chin, “How about you get up and ride him?” You can’t stop the shuddery moan that falls at the prospect. “You want that, princess?”
“Yes, daddy.” You answer.
“Then get on it, baby.” Eddie instructs and you’d groan at his pun if you weren’t too turned on to focus right now. Instead, you glance up to Steve, who’s watching you intently.
Crawling up the bed, you make your way to Steve’s side wasting no time in slinging your leg over, straddling him. Steve’s poor cock is so red and sensitive and looks honestly painful, dribbling steady streams of precome onto his stomach despite the fact he’s come once already. You reach below you to take hold of it at the base which causes Steve to make a small noise, as you line him up with your wet and dripping entrance. Keeping eye contact, you drop, taking him down in one go, bracing yourself with your hands splayed on his chest. “Ah haa-aahh-hhh,” the movement forcing a long, broken whimper from Steve’s throat as he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, hands coming up to grasp tightly at your hips. You stay still for a few moments adjusting to his size (he may be smaller than Eddie but not by much) and letting Steve settle knowing he’s probably very overstimulated. You feel Eddie kiss your shoulder and you turn your head to meet his lips with yours quickly before you begin grinding slowly forward on Steve’s lap. “Ah, ah, fuck fuuuuckk…” Steve whimpers again and you see he’s crying again, streams of tears running from his still closed eyes.
“Color?” You ask Steve quickly, now being the first time that you felt like you needed to go that far. When you don’t get a response you caress his cheek, fingers wiping away some of the salty tracks, and ask again, “Stevie baby, what’s your color?”
He whimpers again in answer and you’re about to get up, but you feel his grip tighten even more, stopping you. “Nnhnnn…” He shakes his head, opening his eyes “Green. Want… want you to feel good mommy.”
“Want you to feel good too, baby boy. Don’t want it to be too much, so are you sure?” You check in one last time not wanting to push Steve too far.
“’m sure. ‘m okay… it’s a lot but…” Steve groans, “I’m alright, mommy.”
“Okay, love… color if you need to, otherwise…we’re not stopping.”
Steve swallows thickly, “Yes, mommy.”
And then you are moving again, lifting up before dropping down quickly, moaning at the feeling while Steve lets out another whimper. You bounce a few times before getting a good rhythm and position where you can feel the tip of Steve’s cock brush over your g-spot on every other stroke. Once you have your pace set, Eddie begins to move behind you, thrusting as hard as he can causing you to jostle, adding to the pressure of your own bouncing and making you cry out as Steve is now being slammed hard directly into your pleasure spot. The constant assault pushing you so close to the edge already.
Steve is a crying, whimpering mess below you, also crying out at Eddie’s sudden movements, words and various sounds spewing out around the now constant whimpers, “Ah, oh, fuck fuck fuck, please, fuck, oh god, ah, fuck, shit, please, shit, please please, mm ah, ah, ah-“ the room filled with Steve’s sounds and wet skin slapping and it spurs you on, bouncing as best as you can to match with Eddie.
“Shit- “ you moan, “I’m so…so close…” You cry out as Eddie reaches around, wrapping his fingers around your throat, squeezing only lightly before your spasming as your orgasm hits.
You feel your pussy squeezing tightly around Steve and in the back of your mind you hear Steve’s whimper’s get louder, “Mommy, mommy, please, fuck fuck, pleeease, mommy ah ahhhhh,” before you feel spurts of warm liquid shooting inside you.
Behind you, Eddie groans, hand dropping from your throat and without the support you fall forward onto Steve’s chest. Eddie thrusts once, twice and then he’s coming, falling down to lay above you, bracing on a hand, groaning loud in your ear, “Fuck FUCK…”
The only sounds heard after that is your three sets of loud, harsh panting, as you try to come down from the high of such intense orgasms. Finally, you wiggle your shoulder to get Eddie’s attention, so he’ll move off of you. When he lifts up carefully you follow him just as slowly, both now checking on Steve, whose eyes are closed almost like he’s asleep, which you know he needs. But first, Eddie pulls out, as delicately as he can but it still makes Steve’s eyes shoot open and let out a low whine. “Sorry, sweetheart.” He apologizes as his dick finally slips free allowing his come to dribble out of Steve’s poor abused hole. Eddie then helps you rise up slowly on shaky legs, causing more whimpers from Steve and you send him an sympathetic smile, as his spent and over sensitive cock slips from your pussy.
You lay down next to Steve, while your get feeling back into your legs. Eddie climbs off the bed and heads to the bathroom and you hear him rummaging and the water running. You turn onto your side facing Steve and reach your arm up to drape across his chest, fingers dancing softly on his skin. “You okay, Stevie?” You whisper.
It takes Steve a second to realize you spoke and then he’s nodding slowly, “Yeah… sleepy.” You smile at how cute he sounds.
Eddie returns with a warm damp towel, crawling back up the bed between Steve’s legs, “Here, babydoll.” He says sweetly as he swipes gently at the mess between his legs and then his cock as carefully as possible, Steve still hissing a little. Once he’s done, he kisses the inside of his thigh before getting up to toss the towel in the hamper. “Now you.” He says and walks to your side of the bed, helping you up, legs now sturdy enough you could walk fine on your own but you like the comfort of Eddie helping. You make your way to the bathroom where you pee and clean up briefly before going back to bed, you’ll worry about showers tomorrow. Eddie brings a glass of water for Steve, getting him to drink about half before he refuses anymore, claiming to be too tired. Eddie lets you finish the other half before laying down.
Sheets a mess but no one cares enough or has the strength to do anything about it right now, you all cuddle up under the sheets, Steve in the middle as that’s where was already laying and would not be moved now.
As you lay there, arm resting on Steve’s stomach, exhaustion hitting you and sleep slowly taking you, you can’t help but smile dopily whispering quietly, “Goodnight, Stevie…” you place a soft kiss to his temple, no response, breath evened out as you can tell he’s already asleep. You look behind him where you can just barely make out Eddie’s form curled up next to Steve’s side, arm slung over his chest, much like your position. You can see his eyes still open, and you move your hand to rest atop Eddie’s on Steve’s chest and you immediately feel his thumb beginning slow circles on your skin. “Can’t believe this finally happened…” You say, voice barely audible for fear of waking Steve. Eddie hums just as quietly in response. A few silent beats before you ask, “Does this mean he’s really ours? Like…our boyfriend?”
Eddie takes a slow breath before turning his hand around to properly hold yours, “I don’t know for sure…we’ll have to talk about it more.” He squeezes your hand, “But I hope so.”
You smile again, “Me too.” You yawn deeply and can barely keep your eyes open anymore.
“Get some sleep, Y/N…” Eddie brushes away some hair that had fallen into your face.
You nod and close your eyes, “Night, Eds.”
“Goodnight, princess.”