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Steve convinces Eddie to just take the tip of his huge cock and ends up fucking him even though it hurts Eddie.
Consent is up to the writer.

omfg yes please. +1

Tags/warnings: Established relationship, non consensual penetrative sex. Could be read as extremely dubious consent but I am tagging it as non-con. Includes gaslighting and coercion. Mentions of blood and rough sex.

Steve's been begging him for weeks.

Eddie likes cock. He likes small dicks, likes how the dude thinks Eddie's an actual cocksucking legend because he can easily swallow him down. He likes big dicks that hit the spot inside of him, that make him struggle a little. Steve Harrington's cock is on the wrong side of big.

Eddie knows he shouldn't complain. It's Steve, the King, and he has a gorgeous, thick, long cock that could destroy Eddie's internal organs. It's the stuff dreams are made of for sluts, bottoms and size queens. Eddie might just happen to be a little bit of all three.

The killer thing is it's Steve. Eddie's lusted after him since what feels like the dawn of time.

And Steve's been begging.

Tonight is no different.

They roll around in Steve's bed, the younger boy on top, kissing into Eddie's long, soft neck as he strokes his naked waist. Eddie's comfortable, slightly stoned from their shared joint an hour ago, ready to unlock his jaw and take as much of that monster cock as he possibly can. Steve's got nice fingers too, can open Eddie real good, make him sing as he finger-fucks him, but he knows his new good-time boy is gagging to fuck him.

"Let me fuck you," Steve grunts, thrusting his dick into Eddie's hip, "you can take it. I know you can, Eddie."

Eddie moans, enjoying the praise, even though he knows Steve only says it to flatter him. The younger boy pulls back, puppy brown eyes staring down at Eddie.

"You know how shitty it is, baby?" he asks, "no one will ever let me fuck them. But you're special. I know it."

He's such a sweet talker and Eddie wants to laugh at him but god, it works, it really does. It's a delight to be worshipped by Harrington.

"You can finger me," he says, confident, "and I'll blow you, big boy, OK?"

It's their routine, one Eddie's happy with, and Steve licks his lips before nodding his agreement. He flips the smaller, older boy onto his stomach, quick to find the lube and start a slow, precise opening of his ass. Eddie's always liked this. He likes the stretch of his asshole on some guy's fingers, the anticipation of what's to come. Steve likes to watch himself, sat back as he works his way in and out of Eddie's tightness, fascinated by Eddie's little jerks, whimpers.

"Yeah, baby, that's good," Eddie praises, beginning to feel flushed.

"Imagine what I can do with my cock," Steve pushes, curling two fingers inside, "no one will ever get as deep as me."

"Mm," Eddie agrees, because he isn't wrong, but Eddie still doesn't want to be hospitalized for the sake of a good fuck. He tries to distract Steve with looking over his shoulder, chasing him for a kiss, but he screws himself because Steve looks so sweet, so earnest and it makes Eddie's stomach flip.

"Please, Eddie?" he begs, and his fingers do feel so, so good, "please. I'll just put the tip in. I swear."

Eddie shudders as the other boy removes his fingers, keen that Eddie will agree. Steve thrusts into his own hand and Eddie licks his lips involuntarily. He's so horny it's muddled his brain and he wants to make Steve smile - he really, really wants to be good for Steve.

"Just the head," Eddie whispers, "and if I say stop - "

" - yeah, yeah, ok babe," Steve pants, excited, and Eddie waits for a second as Steve quickly lubes up, thick cock head pressing at Eddie's open and stretched rim. Eddie braces himself, tense, and of course he cries out as Steve begins to breach him. It's always a challenge when someone first pushes their way into your ass, Eddie's never found it particularly easy, but it's usually worth it. He loves bottoming, loves being fucked, and would rather be the one bent over or on his back than the one giving it. He waits for the sparks, but all he can feel is a continuous stretch, Steve easing more of his cock into him.

"Hey, Steve, Stevie," he wheezes, as if every last breath has been pulled out of his throat, "stop, now, baby, that's the tip."

"Oh, yeah, yeah," Harrington agrees, steading himself with Eddie's waist, "shit, Eddie, fuck, you're so tight."

Eddie's surprised by how painful it is with the tip of Steve's cock in him. It feels like Steve's still pushing, like he's being slowly pulled open, and sweat begins to collect on his forehead as he waits, tense.

"That's enough, yeah?" he tries to get the younger boy to agree, "get out of me now baby, let me suck you," he purrs, hoping he sounds seductive.

He doesn't expect Steve to press a little firmer, to sink in an inch deeper.

"Steve - " he starts, genuinely choked from the pain. It's an effort to breathe, to find air in his lungs, and he feels the panic begin to flood his nervous system, making him shaky, aggressive, moving one arm he's leaning on to push back at the larger, stronger boy.

"Ssh, baby, it's all good," Harrington promises, capturing Eddie's skinny arm as he circles Eddie's waist, the pair of them beginning to merge as one. It absolutely is not 'all good', Eddie thinks, but any scream or protest is trapped in his chest, too choked to come out and Steve's sinking down, Eddie's face being slowly but forcibly pressed into a pillow.

"Harrington," Eddie manages, gasping for air, losing his vision from the agony and dizziness. He turns his face sidewards slightly, "I can't," he admits, ashamed when he voice wobbles.

"You can, you can," Steve mumbles, still moving inside, still not finished, "if anyone can it's you, baby, my perfect Eddie. So good, so good."

Eddie fights the tears. He can't cry. If he cries, the he has to feel the pain and anger that's bubbling inside him. He has to meet his subconscious which is committing this horrific, painful act to memory, gleefully adding it to the "Men I Trusted but Who Let Me Down" pile, an embarrassing large collection.

Steve Harrington is a good guy.
Steve Harrington is a good guy.
Steve Harrington is a good guy.

Yeah, fuck you, subconscious. I can bury shit deep, Eddie thinks, you have no idea how hard I can delude myself.

"Steve," he begs, and the tears are unavoidable from the sheer pain of being ripped open, of having something impossibly huge force its way inside him, "please, Steve. Stop. It hurts," he cries, unable to hold it back now. He begs himself to calm down, hating how tense he feels, how heavy Steve is as he bears down on him. He knows Steve knows it's wrong as his arms are circled around Eddie tightly, keeping him trapped as he selfishly chases his goal of getting his giant cock in Eddie's unwilling ass.

"I know it hurts," Steve says, sounding genuinely sorry, and Eddie thinks he might pass out as he feels Steve's balls meet his own. He's fully in, and Eddie isn't sure how he's alive, but he can feel the bile rising in his throat. Eddie wishes he could scream, not that it would matter. Steve holds him tight, kissing his neck, still hideously sweet before he begins to fuck Eddie, gentle, yet every thrust feels like being speared.

"Ssh, ssh," Steve soothes and it's only then Eddie realizes he's sobbing into the pillow, occasionally turning his face to breathe, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby. You're doing so good. God, you're so tight. You feel so good. Thank you, baby," Steve rambles, speeding up.

Eddie passes out. He must do. He feels wet down there and it can only be blood. He can't bear to think about it. His brain must switch off to help him get through his moment, before the lights are back on and he's brought back to reality by the harsh and disgusting slaps of skin, the burning feeling inside him, and Steve's pants in his ear.

"So good," Steve gasps, "yeah, Eddie, yeah. The only one who can do this for me, baby. The best. The best slut in town. God, yeah. I love you, baby. My good boy."

Eddie's silent, and it's worse than the tears, waiting for the inevitable which happens quickly as Steve's filthy words pour out and then he's tensing and cumming, all broken soft cries as he finishes inside Eddie's ass. It's as he feels Steve cum in him Eddie thinks they didn't use protection, making him feel even worse, desperate to get his arms back as Steve lies on top of him, heavy and spent.

He wishes he had some strength, once the other boy pulls out, making Eddie sob in pain, wishes he could say he threw his arms and beat the shit out of Harrington.

Instead he's numb, exhausted and too embarrassed to even look at him.

As he goes to move, to lock himself in the bathroom, Steve hushes him, a strong hand on his back.

"Wait, baby, I gotta clean you up," he says, "don't move."

Well fuck you, Eddie thinks, ignoring him entirely. He's going to get up, throw some clothes on, and get the hell out of here but as he swings his legs over the bed and stands, he immediately falls down which gets Steve's attention as the other boy comes running back in, arms full of towels.

"Eddie," he admonishes, "what are you like, baby? I told you to wait," he says, sickeningly sweet, and Eddie briefly sees the blood splattered across his thighs. He dreads to see what he looks like elsewhere, shutting his eyes tight, not fighting as Steve lifts him and manhandles him back into the same position on the bed so he's belly down, ass up.

"You won't be able to walk for a day or two," Steve admits, "it's OK, don't freak out, don't freak out," he mutters, as if Eddie has the energy to do anything, "I'll look after you."

"Get fucked," Eddie slurs, batting a hand at Steve and hitting only air.

"I know you're pissed," Steve says, wiping at the injured boy with a warm, wet towel, "but I just had to have you. You'll get used to it. You will."

Eddie wants to tell him he's going to fucking kill him. He'll tell Wayne what happened and Wayne will kill him. You're a dead man walking, Harrington, is what he wants to say. And yet, as Steve wipes at him tenderly, presses kisses into his neck, and finally inches Eddie round so they can look at each other, he hates the anger. He doesn't want to feel that way about Steve.

So many of them see Steve as kind, brave and strong, and Eddie wants to believe in it so much.

"Forgive me," Steve says. Eddie doesn't know if he's demanding it or asking it. He looks into those beautiful eyes and he wants to, with all his heart. He wants it to work. He needs it to work.

That's why he lets Steve kiss him and why he kisses him back.

"Thank you, thank you," Steve smiles, kissing over Eddie's mouth, his cheek, "I love you. I love you, Eddie."

Eddie says it back.

Oh God, this makes my heart ache!! <3

There's something so hot and heartbreaking about the way its not that Steve doesn't care that Eddie's in pain, it's that he's weighed Eddie's pain against his own pleasure, and decided his pleasure is worth more, and it's such a shame that it hurts you baby and yeah I could still get off with your mouth and avoid hurting you but like I can get off even better this way so that's just more important right now

Poor Eddie

Thank you for sharing!

this!

Ow. Ow ow ow. This is so... man. EDDIE. Steve's oblivious selfishness and Eddie choosing self-delusion at the end bring some painful realism. Really great dark fill, anon.

Agreed!

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