Steddie Smut

Brace Yourself

Threesome (Steve/Eddie/Jonathan); riding; double penetration; smoking while fucking

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Steve dragged himself up, his head heavy as a pair of hands swept up along his stomach up to his chest. He dropped his head back, resting against a warm shoulder. A pair of gentle hands smoothed up his thighs and around his hips, pulling him into a gentle rock.

"Here, baby," a low voice rumbled in his ear as something was pressed to his lips. He blinked with heavy lids, parting his lips blindly and taking the joint offered to him. He took one long drag before it was pulled away. Letting the smoke fill him up, he ground his hips back and forth, smoke swirling past his lips.

"Brace yourself," that voice whispered in his ear. Steve braced his hands on Jonathan's chest as Eddie pressed the tip of his cock against his hole where Jonathan's cock was already fully seated. Steve's nails bit into Jonathan's pecs, his eyes clenching as Eddie pressed in inch by inch.

"Fuck, fuck, holy sh-" Steve's mouth fell open on a whimper, his thighs shaking under Jonathan's hands.

"Good boy," Eddie drew out the vowels, his hands gripping Steve's hips hard. Jonathan brought the joint up to Steve's lip, his other hand brushing Steve's hair away from his forehead. Steve took a long drag, letting his muscles relax as Eddie rocked inside of him. Jonathan passed it back to Eddie, his hands falling to Steve's chest, tweaking and pinching his nipples to hear him whine.

"Fuck." Steve braced his hands on the mattress at either side of Jonathan's head. "I'm so fucking full," he whispered, his nose against Jonathan's cheek.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Eddie asked, his cock dragging against Jonathan's with every stroke.

"Yeah, fuck, it feels so fucking good," Steve pressed his hips back, leaning up against Eddie's chest. Eddie laid a hand on Steve's throat, joint hanging between his lips as he started a rough pace. Jonathan's hips pressed up to match Eddie's fast pace, one hand still abusing Steve's nipple, the other pressed steadily against his stomach.

"You're taking it so well," Jonathan praised.

"So fucking well," Eddie agreed, his mouth latching onto Steve's neck, biting until he hissed. Steve's entire body radiated with heat and pleasure, his hands coming back to grip Eddie's thighs, feeling the muscles flex as he fucked him. He tipped his head back, nudging against Eddie's chin until he ducked to the side and caught Steve's lips in a biting kiss. He tongued his way inside, licking at the back of his teeth and teasingly nipping at his tongue. It was messy and painful and pure fucking Heaven.

When Eddie released him, Steve leaned his elbows down on the mattress and nudged his nose against Jonathan's. His hands came up to Steve's hair, gripping it firmly as he tipped his mouth up to catch Steve's lips in a kiss. His lips were soft , more gentle but no less passionate. The room was heavy with weed and pleasured pants, Eddie's hands creating bruises on his skin, Jonathan's fingers merciless as they pulled his pleasure from him. He leaned up, rocking into the pleasure as it bordered on too much.

"I'm gonna cum," Steve whimpered, hands scrambling for purchase. He wrapped them around Jonathan's wrists, his head falling back against Eddie's shoulder.

"Me too, princess, cum for us" Eddie whispered, teeth rough against his earlobe.

"Cum with us, Stevie," Jonathan grunted, his thrusts getting sloppy, losing Eddie's rhythm. There was constant pressure inside of Steve as they thrusted, their hands pushing and pulling.

"Cum in me, Jon, Eddie," Steve whined, his stomach quivering, his eyes shut. "Fuck, now, please, cum in me. Fill me up, please, fuck." Steve seized up, his hands tightening around Jonathan's wrists as he came, spurting streaks of white along Jonathan's chest.

"Fuck, holy shit," Jonathan's hands clenched down around Steve's hips. Eddie grunted against Steve's neck, his hips stilling as he came. Steve's mouth fell open on a silent moan, his eyes rolling back as they filled him with cum.