Pretty Girl | (Fem!Eddie/Fem!Steve)
Contains: genderbending, praise kink, slight dom/sub undertones (dom!eddie), jewelry kink? (steve likes eddie rings), aftercare -let me know what I missed!
Summary: “This is cute.” Eddie says with an impish grin up at Steve. She’s paused her advance to hover over Steves hips and toy with the little black bow at the waistband of her blue and black laced underwear. Steve shoves at her shoulder with a scoff and mutters a “Shut your mouth, Munson.”
“What,” it’s annoyingly -endearingly- drawn out, “I’m serious sweetheart, it is cute as fuck.” And as if to punctuate the statement she leans down to press a kiss to the little thing before taking it between her teeth and pulling it up to let it snap back against Steve’s hips.
Notes: Genderbending is really usually my thing but I had this very specific scenario snippet in my head and also I’m fixated on stranger things rn and I tried to write it with our loves our girlies ronance but I couldn’t and I kept thinking of Eddie and Steve cause I have brain rot and so fuck me here we are. I didn’t change their names tho cause idk feels weird so… cope ig? /JK lol
They’re at Steve’s house, tangled up with each other in her bedsheets and watching some weird horror movie that Eddie had picked up from Family Video earlier that day when Steve was on shift.
It was a slow burner kind of movie and Steve was starting to get bored from sitting so long- and if she’s being honest, the movie kinda sucks. Her leg had started rocking back and forth like 20 minutes in, but now her hands are getting antsy too and she unconsciously started playing with the rings on Eddie’s hand that’s clasped in her own, twisting them and tapping them to make them clink dully against her bitten off nails. She loves these rings, she tells Eddie all the time how pretty her hands look all decorated up, but she’ll probably never directly admit just how much she loves them.
And they make great little fidget toys, so yet another plus to add.
Preoccupied with sliding around the rings on her hand, Steve doesn’t even notice Eddie looking down to watch her with a dimpled grin. That is until she wiggles her fingers and teases, “Having fun there Harrington?”
Steve jumps a little and looks over to Eddie, her face slightly flushing, “Oh, sorry Ed’s, didn’t mean to bother you or anything.”
“You’re not bothering anyone, love, just thought it was cute.” She says, pulling Steve’s now stilled hand up to press a kiss to it. “Are you getting bored? I didn't think the movie was that bad.”
“Oh no! I mean it's not great but I’m okay. Just happy to be here.” She says, squeezing Eddie’s hand and smiling at her.
“Jesus, I could eat you Harrington, you’re disturbingly sweet sometimes.” Eddie rumbles, leaning to kiss all over and around Steve’s nose.
Steve scrunches up her nose and tilts her head back, “Ed’s,” she drags out the S, “I thought I was badass? What happened?”
“Oh you can be both darling, you are definitely both.” Eddie’s kissing at her jaw, “Sorry I picked a bad movie,” and as an afterthought, “and also for interrupting your ring obsessing.”
“It is not obsessing! I just think they’re pretty and also apparently are fun to play with.”
“Mhm,” she grips Steve’s jaw to bring her face back down, said rings digging into Steve’s skin and making her lips pucker slightly, “well you’re pretty and fun to play with too, you make a great pair.”
Steve is effectively bright red, fumbling and mumbling as she tries to form words.
Eddie kisses her, slow and sultry and open mouthed and Steve is immediately responsive and pliant, parting her lips and breathing Eddie in, taking everything she gives as it comes. She sucks on her bottom lip as she slides her hand down her jaw to rest at the base of her neck, applying only enough pressure to make Steve light headed.
Pulling away she says, “See? A pretty necklace for a pretty girl.” Her eyes are half lidded and hungry as she looks down while squeezing a little firmer, smirking as she meets Steve’s eyes again when she hears her punched out and breathless whimper. She’s very pleased at how gone looking the brunette is, her jaw hanging slightly open and staring in shocked arousal, her pupils blown wide.
Steve swallows thickly, glancing over to the still playing movie and breathily stating, “Well this is certainly much better then that.” She meets Eddie for a kiss this time, tilting her head just right to allow Eddie in, groaning when their tongues meet.
Eddie rolls to hold herself over Steve while she sucks on her tongue, hand from her throat now resting beside her head and the other already snaking under Steve’s sweater to pet down her side. Steve’s hands are in her hair and around her neck, tugging at her as if she can pull their mouths closer somehow.
“Eager are we, babydoll?” Eddie whispers breathily against her lips, her eyes squinting from the coy smile plastered on her face.
Dragging her nails over Eddie’s scalp in warning, Steve grumbles under her, “I could always change my mind.”
“Oh no-no-no princess, trust me” Eddie’s quick to backtrack, licking over Steve’s lips and sinking her teeth into her bottom one, gripping her hips to roll them up harshly against her own, “I’m eager too.”
Steve shivers, immediately letting go of any pretend defiance as she wraps her legs around Eddies waist and merely whispers “You’re such a dork Ed’s” against the elders lips before letting her mouth fall open and inviting to Eddie's insistent tongue.
It’s filthy, Eddie’s tongue darting between her lips and licking over Steve's teeth and soothing over her lips every time she nips at them, and Steve is so happy to let her have her way and do as she pleases, letting out frequent little gasps and pleased hums.
Eddie’s hands have returned to fumbling under Steves sweater, scratching her nails down her back every time she drags Steve’s hips to press against her own and eventually shoving the soft fabric up when her hands travel up, up, up to toy with the soft flesh of Steve’s tits, barrierless from her lack of a bra in her pajama attire.
Eddie’s eyes are dark and focused when she pulls back and teases with slow featherlight touches on Steve’s chest, barely dragging her fingertips over sensitive skin, teasing around and over her quickly pebbling nipples. Steve’s back is arched into her hands and she’s looking up at Eddie with want in her eyes, begging for a firmer touch. And a firmer touch does finally come- in the form of Eddie leaning down to sink her teeth into the beginning fat of the top of Steve’s left breast as her other hand cups around the other to roll her nipple harshly between her thumb and pointer.
Steve moans wantonly, her legs tighting their hold around Eddies hips and her fingers digging into her shoulders, pulling closer as Eddie begins to lap soothingly at the indents in her chest before she decides to drag her mouth down to nibble and lick over a nipple while her fingers work at twisting and tugging roughly on her other unoccupied one.
She stays like that for a while, pawing at Steve’s boobs, switching between mouth and hand on each and enjoying her squirming, before eventually starting to tug at the shorts resting at Steve’s hips.
“This starting to feel a little unfair,” Steve says when Eddie’s leaned up to finish pulling her shorts of, flushing and motioning to their varying states of undress, she points to her dark colored sweatpants, “you too.”
“Okay, but only if you finish losing the sweater sweetheart.”
“But you still have on-“ Eddie lifts a brow at her before she can finish flubbing out the words sports bra, sitting up to take of her shirt, “fine.”
Eddie makes well on her word and kicks off her pants before kneeling back between Steve’s legs, giving her lips a chaste kiss before returning to her task of marking up Steve’s abdomen, kissing her way down surely but slowly.
“This is cute.” Eddie says with an impish grin up at Steve. She’s paused her advance to hover over Steves hips and toy with the little black bow at the waistband of her blue and black laced underwear. Steve shoves at her shoulder with a scoff and mutters a “Shut your mouth, Munson.”
“What,” it’s annoyingly -endearingly- drawn out, “I’m serious sweetheart, it <i>is</i> cute as fuck.” And as if to punctuate the statement she leans down to press a kiss to the little thing before taking it between her teeth and pulling it up to let it snap back against Steve’s hips. Then shes coming back up, not before delving her tongue into Steve’s belly button, which makes her stomach flutter, before trailing butterfly kisses and the occasional nip of her teeth all the way back up until she reaches her mouth to devour her yet again.
It’s messier, Eddie now focused on playing with the laced edges of Steve’s panties, and Steve herself thoroughly distracted by the soft touches of Eddie’s fingers pulling and pushing at thin lace.
Steve pulls away to shudder out, “Eddie.” An attempt to voice her want, her need, but it gets no response, Eddie just moves to mouth at her jaw and grip a handful of her ass under the fabric. “Eddie I swear to god if you don’t-“ she’s cut off by Eddie gripping her thigh and hip hard and manhandling her up to grind their hips together again.
“Patients Stevie. Be patient.” She says it in a light tone, but its most definitely a demand so Steve shuts her mouth and lets Eddie do her thing.
Her thing is apparently shuffling back down the bed again to hold herself up with one hand near Steve’s ass and lean down and use the other hand to pull a thigh up to start sinking her teeth into the skin there, licking over the pink blotches that bleed to the surface of her skin. Eventually she’s so close to where Steve really really needs her that she can feel her tongue at the edges of her lace and her breath ghosting over her where her panties are soaked and plastered over her core.
She makes the mistake of trying to shift her hips to grind against Eddie’s face.
With a click of her tongue and a swift movement to kneel up and away Eddie grips her hips and holds her down hard against the mattress, fingers digging hard enough to bruise.
“Ah ah ah Stevie-love, I told you to wait.” Her eyes are bright with fake disappointment, but she can’t hide how smug she is, especially not when her dimples pop as her lips curve into a smirk. Steve wants to bute her teeth into her bottom lip and wipe that look of her dumb face. In a sing-song croon, “Now we start allll over.”
Then she’s pulling up Steve’s other thigh and leaning back down to make it match the other.
Steve fights so hard this time to keep her hips still when Eddie’s finally made it back down to the edges of her underwear, lip clutched in her teeth and her eyes scrunched closed to focus solely on not moving for Eddie- she might even be forgetting how to breathe right she’s focused so hard. All she knows is that she needs to do what Eddie says, she needs to stay still. She needs to be good.
Eddie chuckles, the puff of air shocking Steve and making her jump. “You’re doing so good, baby, thank you.” She mixes the praise with a feather-light run of her ringed knuckles over the seam of her lips, such an easy target with Steve’s underwear completely plastered to every crevice. Steve full on gasps and her legs involuntarily twitch to close, to try and hold and deepen the pressure, but Eddie’s hands are quicker to keep them forced open. Eddie’s chuckling again, it’s mocking. It makes Steve blush and squirm.
Switching to dragging her thumb- still also ringed holy fuck- gently across where Steves clit would be through fabric and the flesh of her lips. Eddies back to mouthing at the top laced edge of Steve’s panties, teeth pulling at the lace.
These underwear were going to be ruined for Steve forever, she’ll only be able to think of Eddie tonguing at the bow.
Eddie leans up when Steve starts whimpering in frustration, her eyes watery with it and her hips shifting to their own accord- well not completely their own but so what if Steve’s playing it up a little. “P-please Eds,” shes got a grip on Eddies wrist from the hand at her crotch, “N-Need something… need more. Hurts Eds.”
“Aw baby, you need it that bad? Poor thing.” It’s said in a completely mocking tone with a faux frown to match, but Steve knows that its all for show, she’s already got the flat of her hand on Steve’s lower stomach, slowly but surely slinking lower to slip under her underwear. “I’ll give you what you need Stevie-love, don’t worry.” She whispers when the tips of her fingers begin to just barley graze dark course hair.
Eddie flips her hand and slips her fingers over to hook into the side of her panties at her hip, slowly unsticking them from her and beginning to drag them down her thighs. They’re nearly off but get stuck on one foot and Steve giggles as she kicks them away somewhere in the room.
“Gotta take these off too,” Eddie says wiggling her ringed fingers in the air, “I know how much you like them, but it's not very sanitary, sorry love.” And then she makes a show of it, pulling the first ring of her thumb with her teeth before tugging the rest off by hand for efficiency’s sake.
When the rings are off and have found a place on the nearby nightstand, Eddie returns to rest her head on Steve’s thigh as her fingers return to her cunt.
She groans at the sight of glistening strands of thick hair, running her thumb over Stves folds again without the barrier of cloth, “Fuck you’re soaked princess.” Eddie growls into her thigh as she hooks her thumb in and prys Steve’s lips open. Her gaze is so heavy on Steve’s skin, and so full of hunger when she looks up to meet her eyes again, Steve feels like prey trembling under her, waiting for her to strike.
And strike she does. Eddie secures the thigh already in hand on her shoulder and pushes the other up to spread Steve open, commanding her to hold it there, then leans down to run a flattened tongue through her drenched folds. She’s overwhelmed with the deep and musky scent and flavor, her brain short circuiting a moment and all she can think is Steve Steve Steve… It’s only made worse when she processes Steve’s cute little gasp, but she clicks back in when Steve’s back begins to arch up and she reaches up to hold her down.
With her free hand Eddie holds Steve’s folds the rest of the way open while she gets to work like a woman starved, dragging her tongue from core to mound, her lips and chin getting absolutely drenched in the process. She knows it’s no where near enough to work Steve up to anything more then further frustration, but if anything Eddie would love that- a crying a begging Steve is always a gorgeous sight. But she really has been so good for Eddie so she’ll treat her tonight.
She switches to licking her tongue over Steve’s clit languidly, occasionally dipping back down to tease at her entrance before focusing again. When Eddie suddenly presses a kiss to her clit before sucking it into her mouth she is so glad and yet so disappointed for the hand holding Steve down, preventing a hard buck into her face and providing the feeling of Steve’s stomach jumping under her palm. “Fuck,” Steve whimpers out, “do- do that again please.” So Eddie does, switching between sucking and lapping at the swollen nerves.
Eddie waits till Steve is a shuddering and twitching mess before bringing her fingers back into the mix. She nudges against Steve’s entrance, teasing around a moment before sliding two long fingers inside and smirking a little when Steve moans at the slight stretch.
She looks up to make eye contact with Steve on the first slow and firm drag of her fingers against her upper walls, disappointed when she can’t find her eyes with her head tossed to the side like it is and her free hands knuckle’s between her teeth, muffling her noises.
“So that’s why you’ve been so quiet,” Eddie says, barely pulling her mouth away to talk, “hand.” She demands, flipping the hand on Steve’s stomach to reach out. When she’s got a grasp on it she brings it to her hair, making Steve’s fingers lace through it. She’s firm when she commands, “Leave it there, you know I like hearing you. And look at me too, I wanna see your face.”
“Okay,” Steve’s hand finds actual purchase in her hair, “‘m sorry.”
“That’s okay babydoll, nothing to be sorry for.” She presses a sweet kiss to Steve’s clit, then pauses again to wink up at her and poke her tongue out goofily, “and pull as much as you’d like, you know I like it.”
Then she’s back to it, abusing puffy nerves with her tongue and working her fingers at a steady, unyielding pace against Steve’s walls.
There’s a flood of curses and whimpers from Steve now, and a mantra of Eddie’s name or branching nicknames pouring from her lips, and Eddie’s stilling hold on her hips is so deliciously frustrating as her hips twitch to move, to try to grind into her face, grind into the sensations , but she can’t and is forced to just take what she’s given.
When Steve’s walls start tightening and her thighs start to quake Eddie doubles down on her focus on her clit and circling her fingertips against the spongy nerves inside her, keeping up the same motions as her walls begin to clench and still keeps up when Steve grasps hard on her hair and cry’s out “Fuck Ed’s!” as her cunt spills fluid over Eddie’s chin and hand.
Eddie drags her through a lengthy orgasm, not letting up until Steve’s tugging at her hair and whining at her. She’s an obscenely gorgeous sight when she sits up, her face shining and a victorious toothy grin on her face- it makes Steve’s heart clench with unconditional love and her cunt in half-hearted arousal, still too soon for her to actually be ready to go again. She tiredly smiles back at her lover, reaching out to cup her face when she starts leaning back up to her, pulling her in for a slow kiss, humming as she tastes herself on Eddie’s lips.
“Good?” Eddie breaks away to ask in a breath, leaning their foreheads together.
“Mmmm very.” Steve smiles up at her, brushing their noses together. “Your turn?” Steve always asks before reciprocating when they have moments like this, knowing that sometimes Eddie just wants to pull her apart and take care of her and leave it at that.
“Only if you want to princess, I’m fine either way.” She’s smiling and pressing kisses to the corner of Steve’s lips.
“Of course I do.” Steve grins at her excitedly, quickly making a move to start flipping them and shimmy down when Eddie stops her.
“We could sit up, but I want you to stay up here with you like this.”
“Okay.” Steve says, gently smooching Eddie’s nose before starting to wiggle to move up against the headboard and pull Eddie into her lap, resting their foreheads together again.
Their kisses this time are a lot less messy, more languid and slow but still full of fire that continues to go straight to Eddie’s cunt, which before now she had been ignoring how damp her black boxers had gotten. Steve’s hands stroke over Eddie’s sides and stomach, tracing the tattoos littered around with fluttery fingers.
She tugs at the bottom of Eddie’s sports bra, looking up at her and waiting for approval which comes in Eddie just lifting her arms up and smiling challengingly at Steve, clearly giving the go ahead.
After slipping the fabric off Steve bends to press a kiss to Eddie’s sternum, hands slipping up her sides to cup both tits in her hands. Steve loves everything about Eddie, but when it comes to tits, especially Eddie’s cute little perky tits, Steve is no better than a pubescent teenage boy with a dirty magazine.
She thumbs over pierced nipples, kissing her way to one side and flicking her tongue over one, but she knows she can’t spend too long here, Eddie’s already been waiting for so long and made it clear she wants Steve to be in kissing reach, so Steve tugs at a piercing with her teeth before leaving it up to her hands as she returns to her lovers mouth.
Continuing to grope her chest with one hand Steve’s other hand begins the decent down Eddie’s abdomen, pausing to let Eddie readjust her knees to be able to kneel higher before, in a mimic of Eddie earlier, Steve snaps the waistband of her black boxers and says against her lips, “These are cute.” Eddie bites her nose in retaliation, making Steve giggle sweetly.
She rests their foreheads together and makes sure to make eye contact with Eddie when she scoops her hand under the fabric and starts tracing over her, finding her hole and teasing over it before dragging her finger up though her folds. Eddie’s intakes a sharp breath, hips immediately jerking.
Now, Steve knows Eddie is too sensitive to take direct and focused stimulation to her clit so Steve works around it, rubbing at the edges or using her fingers to cover and stimulate the whole area. It’s in one of these whole coverage moves that Steve slips her middle finger inside, and then quickly slipping a second in with the first when Eddie gasps against her cheek.
Steve works slowly, not dragging her fingers out of Eddie almost at all and instead firmly rocking her hand back and forth, using her palm to continue to gently stimulate her clit and making firm come-hither motions against her g-spot, her boxers holding taut around her hand.
Eddie’s gasps breaths and little groans against her neck, hands on her shoulders, and grinds her hips down into Steve’s hand to make the motions deeper and more firm. She grips Steve’s jaw and drags her into another kiss, her moans getting tangled in teeth and tongue.
Steve works her hand faster, Eddie speeding up her grind to match pace and they have to pull apart so Eddie can breathe, both looking down to watch the obscene image of Steve’s hand at work through tight boxer briefs and her hand still cupping one of Eddie’s breasts, tugging at pebbled flesh and silver metal.
“Yes, just like that babydoll.” Eddie hisses out, sounding completely breathless, “Good girl.” Steve moans at the praise.
When Eddie’s orgasm begins to approach she drags Steve closer to her by her shoulders, arching so their chests are pressed together while still leaving Steve’s hand enough room to move at her cunt. Steve’s dedicated-tit-hand till this point moves around to rest on her arched spine. Their foreheads are constantly knocking together as Eddie rotates her hips even faster against Steve’s hand and the air between them grows humid with their shared breaths.
Eddie’s eyes clench shut and her legs threaten to give out on her when she comes, her boxers and Steve’s fingers dampening further as she grinds herself through it. She twitches to a stop when it becomes to much and grabs Steve’s wrist to hold her in place a moment while she breaths.
Steve’s smiling a sweet smile at her and petting down her back with her other hand, waiting for Eddie to come back down. When she’s ready Eddie lets go of her wrist and lets her pull her fingers out and she brings them up to her mouth to lick clean.
“Fuck baby, you keep that up and we’re never going to bed.” Steve grins at her and makes more of a show of sliding her tongue over every crevice before sucking her fingers into her mouth for extra measure. “God, I should wreck you. Just you wait Harrington.” Eddie says with a pinch to Steve’s hip before slipping out of her lap and off the bed to stretch. “C’mon, lets go shower, unlike you I forgot to clean off my hand so you have your own cum all over your shoulder.”
Now that Steve’s focus’s on it she can definitely feel it dried there. She’s immediately up and following Eddie like a lost puppy to the bathroom.
The shower is warm, and they take turns washing each others hair and bodies, completely trusting in each other to take good care of each. And after Steve does both of their hair care, combing Eddie’s hair now before it dries and scrunching mouses and other hair products in. And then Eddie does skin, moisturizing both their faces before rubbing lotion down both their bodies, making sure to massage at Steve’s shoulders and neck and getting cheeky for a bit when she rubs lotion on her ass. It ends with sharing a few soft kisses while they help pull each others clothes on as well. No
They kick the comforter off at the end of the bed to wash tomorrow and crawl in with Steve’s favorite fuzzy blanket wrapped around their tangled forms. They whisper and giggle to each other for a while after, Eddie pressing kisses all over Steve’s face while she’s talking at least twice, before settling down to fall asleep, foreheads pressed together.
Nearly unconscious, Steve hears Eddie whisper “I love you my pretty girl.” She can only manage something that sounds like a mumbled ‘Mmmt’ before she falls asleep.
