Also....has anyone read The Second death of Locke by V.L. Bovalino? I'm not finished but I really think it's going to be a five star read. The yearning is top teir. He doesn't fit the character description but Keery would make such a good Keir. A bad ass knight with a gooey center. Anyway, read it.
I'm so confused by some of these conversations about fiction (fanfiction & published works). Characters are objects. Objects can't and don't need to consent. Consent is between the author and the reader. An author gives a synopsis of their work which ideally includes trigger warnings for readers that utilize them. Then a reader gives consent when they consume that work. Consent can be revoked at any stage and for any reason by closing the book. There is no further interaction between the author and reader needed.
Never in the history of the world have people been able to participate in society while still being able to demand to be completely insulated from things you don't like or don't agree with. Don't engage. Your head is on a swivel. Turn away and let others live as they see fit.
Hopefully it goes with out saying this is as long as there is no harm to others.
coach!steve x fem!reader - mechanic!eddie x fem!reader
summary: moving to forest hills trailer park in a nowhere town is supposed to be your fresh start. a clean slate from the constant bad decisions you tend to make for yourself. the last thing you’re expecting is to be stuck between a little league coach that you can’t seem to stop thinking about, and the mechanic that’s too charming for his own good, living on either side of you.
warnings: 18+, love triangle, smut, more warnings to come.
Chapter One | Steve - This must be the place
Chapter Two | Eddie - Lover, you should’ve come over
Chapter Three | Short days, long nights
Chapter Four | Eddie - The accident
Chapter Five | Steve - You’re safe like spring time
I wish we had gotten to go a little deeper with some of the interpersonal connections in season 5. In some cases it felt like we were barely scratching the surface. I was watching the scene with Dustin and Steve where he was begging him not to put himself in harm's way. Imagine being a Steve's girlfriend during this whole thing. So what if you're not part of the friend group. Maybe he liked keeping you separate. It was, of course, to protect you but he also liked having something that was just his. Something that wasn't criticized and dissected by friends nosy stares. He didn't want to hear the long list of ways they thought he was screwing it up. Of course, he eventually had to tell you. He couldn't hide something this big forever. And there is nothing you can do besides be there as he shows up with worse and worse injuries. With nightmares that have him screaming and thrashing in bed beside you. You know that others have died. The newspaper articles of unexplained deaths stacking up until they spill to the floor. But there just aren't any words that can dissuade him from this sense of duty, this desire to put his life on the line for the sake of the others. No matter how many tears you've wasted, begging, pleading with him to just stay with you. His throat working to swallow as he nods while gently prying your fingers from the grip on his sweater. It doesn't matter that you love him. It doesn’t matter that you need him. It's only enough to buy you a few extra moments with his arms around you. His lips against your temple as more tears dampen his shoulder. In the end he's gone and you're alone. Left wondering if it was last time you'd see him? If he’d ever come back to you and if he did would he be whole? Which pieces would be missing — from his body, from his soul? You're alone when the tv turns to static and the lamps flicker.
Fourth of July at Lover’s Lake & promises you shouldn’t make.
warnings: 18+ fluff so much fluff, and yearning (don’t get too comfortable though), drinking, smoking, semi public fooling around, finger sucking, dry humping, oral (steve receiving), big dick steve, unprotected p in v smut in the back of a car.
wc: 13k
authors note: I really cannot believe that after two years we are finally here. Thank you to everyone who’s ever messaged me about him, sent me asks, and just never gave up on the story. Writing this chapter made me realize how much I loved the little world I created here and I want to see it through. I wrote this for you guys 🥹💕 I hope it was worth the wait. ily endlessly.
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Cicadas buzz loudly, echoing through the trees that shroud the big lake in the middle of them. You’re hoping it’s enough to drown out the quick beating of your heart from reaching Robin’s ears as you approach the opening in the shrubs. It’s been a little over a week since your ‘date’ with Steve, and you aren’t really sure how to act around him anymore. Let alone your friends who bore witness to your biggest heartbreak and the years that followed. Shaky fingers absentmindedly reach up touching the warm gold still wrapped around your neck because you never took it off. You let it drop back against your chest, pushing down the thoughts of what that means.
“So would you say that Steve is your summer lovin’?”
Robin’s voice breaks through the jumbled mess of your thoughts that you hadn’t realized turned you mute. It takes a minute to finally comprehend what she’s implying, but when you do, the roll of your eyes couldn’t be any harder.
”Don’t start-“
”Are you guys having a blast? I mean, it happened so fast!” She smirks, sunburnt freckled cheeks pushing up with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
”You’re actually being really annoying about this whole thing.” You scold her in a hushed tone emerging from the woods, and into the chaos that is Lover’s Lake on the Fourth of July.
Smoke and sulfur fill your nose as the wrath of Indiana’s mid summer sun hits you both at full force without the shade of trees to hide from it. Kids run along the beach with fruit punch smiles and sticky fingers, while their parents spray way too much lighter fluid on the charcoal heating up their grills. Families spread out far leaving no part of the lake untouched, locked into their favorite spots for the colorful spectacle that’s expected tonight. A Hawkins tradition, one you hate to admit you missed.
”There they are!” Robin points with a chipped lime green finger, the nerves in your stomach twist into a knot.
Your eyes follow the invisible line to the corner end of the lake, immediately recognizing Eddie’s unruly hair tied up sloppily in a bun. He’s prepping the grill talking animatedly, throwing his head back in a full bellied laugh. Your eyes narrow, because only one person could be telling him a joke.
Whatever it is, it can't be that funny.
It takes you about a half a second to find Steve, unfortunately, it’s right as he’s taking off his shirt revealing tanned skin kissed by the kind of moles that make you want to play connect the dots with your fingertips. The dark thatch of hair on his chest you can’t seem to stop thinking about on full display.
“Come on.” You grumble, huffing an irritated breath through your nose, making Robin cackle loud enough to catch the boy's attention.
You avoid Steve’s gaze, defiantly.
”Quit acting like you don’t like it.” She snorts, grabbing your wrist, leading the way towards the table, “cat’s out of the bag, in fact it actually found its forever home when you came back to the apartment last week looking like a leopard.”
“I can - I can still think he’s annoying.” You argue feebly. Robin doesn’t entertain it, throwing you a deadly side eye.
”There’s the beer - I mean, my dear sweet friends, I’m so glad you can make it.”
Eddie greets you both with Ray Bans covering his big brown eyes and dimples so deep they poke holes in his cheeks, squashing whatever bickering this conversation was going to turn into. There’s still evidence of sunscreen painted on the tip of his nose, and more sloppily covering the tattoo on his chest. Little white skulls dot the black swim trunks that hang low, revealing a slight farmer's tan around his hips, the creamy skin already turning red.
”Imagine I forgot it.” Robin quips, entertained by the way Eddie’s eyes narrow over the top of his frames at a joke that isn’t very funny to him.
”Ha - ha - ha Buckley.”
The holes that Steve burns into the side of your head make it extremely hard to focus on your two friends, especially when he’s wearing nothing but fucking cherry red swim trunks. You chance a glance in his direction and immediately regret it meeting his amused stare. His white teeth shine in a smile that stretches wide across his face, catching onto you. Clearing his throat, those same teeth dig into his bottom lip to try and contain it from growing as he walks over. Eyes shamelessly trailing up and down the length of your body.
“Are you really going to play hard to get with my chain around your neck?” He tuts, close to your ear, sunscreen and amber tickling your nose.
Calloused fingertips whisper up your exposed back before curling around the strap of your beach bag, relieving you of the heavy weight you forgot you were carrying.
“You really like bringing that up don’t you?” You fight the curve of your lips with a roll of your eyes.
”Well, you keep wearing it.” He shrugs, setting the bag on the table before turning the full force of his attention onto you. You hate the way your thighs still press because of it.
“It’s just funny to me, you know? Since you haven’t called after that ‘date’ you practically begged me for.” Your hum, refusing to meet his eyes, tightening the tie on your sheer cover up skirt that suddenly feels too short under his heavy gaze.
Steve sucks his teeth.
”Just giving you space to process what happened, honey, because if I’m being completely honest, it’s been very hard to figure out if you want to kiss me or punch me. Like right now? The way you’re looking at me is a perfect example.”
Still, he takes the gamble, invading the rest of your space with a knowing smirk before continuing.
“I’m happy to hear that it was in fact a date, but I’d like to take you on a better one.”
You look up at him from under the thick hood of your lashes, wondering if he can see the quick way your chest rises and falls.
”Two things can be true at the same time. And the jury’s still out on that second date.”
Steve wets his lips, taking a deep breath through his nose, taking one last look at the gold that shimmers in the sun,
”That’s okay honey, we’ll just have to see how today goes then, won’t we?” He says quietly, like no one else is around, gaze flicking down at your mouth. “But since you did say both things are true.”
He curves two fingers under your chin, tilting your head up the rest of the way while his other hand grabs at your hip pulling you in. Steve gives you a minute to do anything like push him away, tell him to fuck off, but when you don’t, he closes the gap without any hesitation. Full pink lips that you missed more than you’d like to admit slot between yours with a sweetness you aren’t familiar with. Your cheeks warm under his hand that spreads wide across the side of your face, a gentle swipe of his tongue begging you to open up, threatening the edge of what’s appropriate.
Steve kisses you like he missed you too.
”Alright, I know you guys are like rekindling things or whatever but there’s literal children around.” Eddie scolds wasting no time cracking open a beer, bringing you back to reality.
Steve smiles against your mouth, matching the one that curves up the corners of yours despite yourself.
”This is actually some real sick shit that you two have going on.” Robin interrupts, snorting “she was literally just calling you annoying.”
”Robin!-“
”Wait, were you really calling me annoying?” Steve pulls away amused at the clear guilt painted all over your face.
“Oh yeah, she absolutely was, look at her man.” Eddie points out laughing, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his netted pocket silently offering one to your best friend, “this is a weird dynamic, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m probably liiiiike seventy five percent excited to see how this plays out tonight.”
”Crazy fun idea, let's all talk about something else.” You snap, crossing your arms ditching Steve for the spot next to Robin at the faded red picnic table. “Just keep your hands to yourself okay, Harrington? We don’t need to provide an extra show with the fireworks tonight.”
“Come on, I’ll pay extra.” Eddie pleads, batting his lashes, your obvious annoyance only egging him on.
None of it seems to phase Steve, too lost in his own world staring at you with the kind of goofy smirk that actually does make you want to punch him and then maybe kiss it better.
Baby steps.
”You couldn’t afford us Munson.” Steve winks not missing a beat, bringing himself back to the conversation like he never left, making Eddie smirk around his beer can.
“We’re not for sale! ” You interrupt, narrowing your gaze at your ex boyfriend, folding your hands on top of the table.
”But you are saying there’s a ‘we’?” Steve immediately takes the bait you’ve unknowingly laid out for him with the kind of glint in his eyes that tells you he’s going to be trouble all day.
”I’m afraid you walked right into that one.” Robin leans over whispering purposefully loud enough for everyone to hear, the corners of her eyes crinkling with a grin.
She meets Steve’s high five without even having to look at him, begging your lips to twist no matter how hard you press them into a straight line.
”Everyone at this barbecue is really annoying.” You announce contradicting the smile that finally splits your face in two.
”Here! Here!” Eddie bellows, polishing off his beer with a loud ‘ahh’ wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
For the first time all summer, you give in to the part of yourself hidden so deep you thought you’d lost forever that’s actually happy to be back. You didn’t realize the weight of it until it clawed its way into your chest, cracking at the wall you’ve built around your heart.
“It looks like those gremlin O’flanery kids finally got out of the lake, I’m gonna take advantage before I Emeril Lagasse the fuck out of these burgers.” Eddie announces his exit standing up tossing the crushed aluminum into the metal trash can near your set up.
You’re almost positive you see him give Robin a look, and then you know you did when she starts standing up too.
”I’m gonna come with, I don’t want to be in there when they start playing Marco Polo again.” She follows his lead with an excuse that would be believable if it wasn’t for the notorious crack in her voice every time she tries to lie.
She ignores the heat of your glare, fully knowing she’s going to get an earful on the way home.
”Have fun and don’t drown.” You grumble at her retreating figure, your tone making it sound like you mean the complete opposite.
“I will, thank you! I know you’d come save me if I diiid!” She sings in response, white teeth gleaming against the sun as she runs into the water, tossing her shorts on the sand cackling loudly with Eddie who splashes water at her.
You’ll drown both of them yourself.
The humidity feels thicker in the air once you’re alone with Steve for the first time without the buffer of your two friends. Heat steams, bubbling in the space between you with the kind tension that could combust without a release. Your own mind actively working against you when his words from the garage come sneaking out of the place you’ve tried to shove them down into.
”I could be so nice to you baby, don’t you want that?”
“I know you said to keep our hands to ourselves, paid or not.” he interrupts your wildly inappropriate thoughts pulling out a dark green backpack from under the picnic table.
The smirk on his pink lips makes you feel like he can read your mind, your hips shuffle subtly to try and hide the way you want to squirm. It doesn’t work.
“But I really don’t want to look like those two, especially since I’m gonna be on my back trying to fix the car you almost killed this week.”
“I did not almost kill my car.” You scoff arching an eyebrow at him, looking at the baby pink Banana Boat sunscreen bottle he set on the table. “And really? This is the trick you’re going to use on me?”
”A trick? I’m just asking an old friend for some help. I can return the favor if you’d like?” The intention that darkens behind his eyes is anything but the innocent way he tries to sell it.
”You have to come over here if you want my help, I’m not coming to you.” You snap, agreeing in a way that isn't the word ‘yes’ giving yourself the illusion of control. You know it, he knows it, but still he doesn’t press his luck, playing along for your sake.
For now.
He runs a big hand through his permanent bedhead, white teeth shining victoriously as he rounds the picnic table to your side. Straddling the bench, the sheer material of your swim cover slides up your thighs as you move back, giving him room to sit in front of you. Steve’s eyes track the movement, taking in the newly exposed skin with a lick of his lips, slinging his leg over the bench. He scoots back enough for the sides of your thighs to box him in at the hips, the heat of his body so close to that part of you that wants him more than you’re ready to accept.
Your eyes follow the movements of his shoulder blades that still have the slightest remnants of what your nails left behind. They mix with the freckles and moles exploding across his tanned skin, the sun bringing out even more of them from their hiding places. Agreeing to this starts to feel like a mistake when he reaches back, wrapping his fingers around your knees, bringing them up to hook your ankles across his lap. The new position pulls you close enough to feel the muscles in his lower back through the thin material of your suit. Your teeth dig into the fat of your bottom lip holding back the gasp that threatens to spill out at the new pressure against where you’re most sensitive.
”Mmm,” he hums, palms squeezing at your thighs before making their way down to do the same to your calves. “Missed you.”
It comes out in quiet sincerity despite his teasing and you fight the urge to say it back.
”I know what you miss.” You snort, trying to brush him and the buzzing in your veins away. Grabbing the pink bottle, you squeeze a generous amount of lotion on your hand.
His body shakes with laughter, the vibrations making your lashes flutter against the top of your warm cheeks.
“I can enjoy your company and also want to rip that swim suit off of you the moment I get you alone. Two things can be true at the same time, right?” He says with an obvious smile in his voice, hands wrapping around your ankles with thumbs that rub small circles on goosebump pebbled skin.
You’re thankful he can’t see your face when his words set in, because you didn’t even think about what happens after this. The realization that he has no plans on letting you go when fireworks end twists in your gut as your palms spread the cold lotion across the top of his back. The jump you get from him at the temperature difference interrupts your internal panic with a pleased smirk pulling at the corners of your lips.
“Jesus, that's cold.” He grumbles sucking air between his teeth, the blunt ends of his nails digging softly into your skin.
“You asked for this.” You remind him doing your best to sound casual, letting your gaze turn heavy watching the way the muscles constrict and twitch against your palms.
Working your way down the softness of his back, you press the pads of your thumbs on either side of the dip at the bottom of his spine, before pushing them up a path to the base of his neck. The pointed pressure earns you the kind of groan that has your thighs searching for each other. Steve catches it, the blunt ends of his nails digging into dough, squeezing at the soft fat of them.
You can be trouble too.
“And you told me to behave.” He tsks, regaining control grabbing at your thighs in an empty warning.
”I have no idea what you’re talking about, Steve.” You sigh with a mischievous grin, fingertips brushing tenderly against a crescent moon shaped freckle, before gliding the white cream over his shoulders that twitch under your touch.
”Oh yeah?” There’s a playful edge in his voice as he reaches back to squeeze at the bottom apple of your ass, laughing when you squeal.
”Okay, you’re done!” You snort shoving his shoulder, untangling yourself from him. The grin you had turns into a smile that spreads wide across your face at his feeble attempt to keep you there.
“We can’t go in the water yet, I haven’t done yours.” He tries with a pout, swinging his legs back over the bench with a devilish glint in his eyes. Big greedy hands grab for you but you back up just out of reach.
”I applied my own before we left the apartment, but thank you for such a kind offer Steven.” You feign disinterest, and his gaze narrows, silently accepting today’s challenge. “I’ll see you in the water.”
Tossing your swim cover at him, he catches it with ease, the whites of his teeth peeking out from behind plush pink lips at the wiggle of your fingers disappearing into the lake.
—-
The sun burns relentlessly in a clear blue sky, but the water underneath you is cold enough to battle its heat that’s threatened to take you out since you got here. You lay out on a pink inflatable tube with your eyes closed behind the Ray Bans you stole from the top of Eddie’s head. Basking in the weightless feeling, the tips of your fingers and toes glide along the water’s surface that slowly laps against the plastic.
The three of them have kept themselves entertained by loudly playing some kind of variation of monkey in the middle for the past twenty minutes. A seemingly permanent smirk curves up the edges of your mouth listening to Eddie get increasingly angry as the games go on.
“I forgot that gym wasn’t a strong subject for you, Munson” You tease, lazily turning your head in his direction pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of your nose and onto your forehead, snorting at the glare you get in return.
Steve’s laugh booms behind him, running a wet hand through his already damp hair. The blonde tips look like honey dripping from a comb, the ends curling around the bottom of his ear. His eyes that you know haven’t left you all afternoon are covered in a pair of aviators, the sun making the freckles on his shoulders more prominent. He looks made for summer because it's always belonged to him.
“And I forgot how annoying you are, princess.” Eddie splashes enough water at you that nearly knocks the borrowed sunglasses from your head.
You giggle like a gremlin despite his outburst, the sound poking dimples in his cheeks as he submerges himself back into the water, squatting down till it stops at the bottom of his chin. The four of you had lost track of time, the afternoon slipping away as you drifted further from your camp, successfully avoiding the O’ Flanery kids that made their dreaded return over an hour ago.
”We should go eat, then scope out a good place for tonight.” Eddie suggests sneaking up on Steve, stealing the ball from him easily from being too distracted staring at you.
His competitive streak snaps him out of his daze, turning to the metal head jumping at him with no hesitation, dunking his head under water by his shoulders. Snatching the ball back, he tosses it to Robin who fumbles but saves it with a manic laugh. Eddie emerges, spitting the lake water that had gotten into his mouth at Steve who splashes more at him with a ‘gross man!’
“I’m going to start dinner, I need another beer if I’m going to be dealing with the three of you all night.” Eddie huffs starting to swim away, lips twitching to fight the smile that threatens to spread across his face, smacking water in Steve’s direction one last time.
”You’re a dick!” Steve calls, running a hand through his now completely soaked hair.
”Eat me, Harrington.” Is all he gets in response, earning uncontrollable laughter from you and Robin.
”Ha, ha, ha, very funny.” Your ex boyfriend sneers, splashing Robin in retaliation who screams ‘Hey!’.
”You’re a child!” You grin, flicking more at him in her defense.
He does his best to bite back his own laugh, wiping a hand over his face, pushing his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose revealing his eyes for the first time in what feels like hours.
”I have to pee.” Robin announces, making you both groan. “Usually I would just do it in the lake, but I like you both too much for that.”
”Wow, what a friend.” Steve’s lips twist sarcastically, shaking his head with the borderline annoyance that's always lingering just under the surface.
“Yeah, thanks for not peeing on me, I guess?” You grimace tempted to splash her for good measure but you don’t want to start that cycle all over again.
”You guys are so welcome.” She winks sarcastically, starting the swim back to shore throwing the ball at Steve who catches it like you knew he would.
“Sometimes I can’t believe the things that come out of her mouth.” He mutters turning to face you, letting it float.
”It’s part of her charm.” You hum, closing your eyes as you lay back, doing your best not to think too hard about the fact that you’re alone with him again.
The butterflies stretching their wings do the opposite, though.
“Yeah,” he agrees, a little too quiet for your liking as the sound of water moving softly catches in your ears sending goosebumps pebbling across heated skin. The musk of his cologne hits your nose before the thick honey of his voice comes out low by the shell of your ear, “I know.”
”Steve,” you warn, feeling the pruny tips of his fingers start to play with yours under the water, but the smile on your face when he nudges your temple with his nose doesn’t make it a convincing one.
”What honey?” He nips at your earlobe, groaning at the quiet whine that slips from the back of your throat. “Missed that sound, been dreaming about it.”
His hushed confession has your wet thighs meet and suddenly the sun feels too hot.
“Will you stop? T-there’s people around.” You try to argue, the shake in your voice feeling like betrayal.
Steve sucks his teeth, and you feel him start to move around to the other end of the tube where your feet dangle facing out towards the lake. You’re determined to keep your eyes closed and ignore him but the feeling of both his hands wrapping around your ankles make it impossible.
”What are you doing?” You hiss, pushing yourself up slightly by your elbows to glare down at him. You’re not sure he can even see it.
”Me? I’m not doing anything. What are you doing?” He grins, keeping his gaze trained on your face, bending down to press a soft kiss right above the bone.
”Steve.”
”Hmm?” His mumbled response comes out hot against your skin with eyes closed pressing one more to your other ankle, leaving no one out.
Words feel foreign on the tip of your tongue, like you were never taught how to use them properly when his stare finds yours under hooded lids. Running his nose along the bottom of your calf, he inhales you.
“Let me take you somewhere.” It comes out a little desperate, cracks in his bravado showing themselves.
“St-“
”Please.” He begs for something you know you’re going to give him, because deep down being alone with him is all you’ve thought about this week.
Tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, you roll off the tube, skin sticking to the plastic before slipping into the lake. It's a temporary reprieve from the heat of the sun and the man next to you, but a short lived one as Steve wastes no time pushing the floatie out of his way. Big needy hands grab shamelessly at your hips, pulling you to him in woosh of water, like it’s been torture not to have you this close the past few hours. Your palms slide up his chest, relishing in the thick softness of his hair that tickles between your fingers before hooking your arms around his neck. Ringlets of water drip from the wild swoop of hair that never stays back kissing your cheeks as he stares down the slope of his nose at you.
“And where exactly do you think you’re taking me?” You question, meeting him from under your lashes, twisting the damp hair at the nape of his neck.
The sun shines like a halo behind him, the green hidden in his eyes shimmering against the reflection of the lake. White teeth gleam behind pink lips stretched wide at the shy one that twists the edges of yours. His fingers glide down to the backs of your thighs, using the buoyancy of the water that comes up to your chest to curve around them and lift you up. They wrap around his waist without much coaxing, pressing the effects of your teasing against your thigh, making you gasp.
“Somewhere I can have you all to myself.” He smirks, starting to move even further away from your friends on shore. Abandoning the hot pink tube in the process.
“What about the tube?” You giggle a little breathless, secretly enjoying the feel of your wet skin sliding against each other with every step he takes.
“We’ll get it on our way back.” He answers like he’s already thought this through, the grip on your thighs tightening, keeping you close refusing to let you go.
He carries you towards the edge where a jagged cliff curves out cutting through the side of the lake creating the imaginary boundary of the public area. The water laps at your waists with a little more force this far out, the breeze skirting across the top of the small rippling waves. It doesn’t take him very long to find a secluded spot just around the bend, the sounds of 4th of July still close enough to tickle in your ears, but far enough from prying eyes.
“I can’t be spending that much time away from you, anymore.” He murmurs, finally getting you alone, pressing your back into the rough grey rock after dropping you to your feet. His hungry mouth starts where his gold chain sits on your collar bone, before working a wet path up your neck. “I should’ve called.”
“Yeah,” you agree breathlessly, tilting your chin up to give him more to kiss, hips rolling all on their own, “You should’ve.”
He nips at your shoulder in response, meeting the second one with a deep groan, relishing in the way his name slips off your tongue in a whimper.
“Forgive me, baby.” He begs against your skin, lips ghosting to the hinge of your jaw, hands squeezing at every inch of you he can grab onto. “Let me make it up to you.”
His hand curves around the bend of your knee, pulling it up high on his waist keeping you open for him, while his fingers catch your chin forcing you to meet the moody storm in his gaze. The next snap of his hips feels pointed. A smug smile tugging up one side of his mouth at the quiet whimper he gets from it.
“You like that, huh?” He asks too cocky for his own good doing it again — harder.
Your whimper turns into a moan that he swallows with a greedy tongue, tasting like beer, summer, and mistakes. It’s a clumsy kind of kiss, teeth nipping and scraping, lips moving with the kind of intensity that makes your brain fuzzy. The hold around his neck tightens, your fingers curling into his wet hair pulling at the roots every time the tip of him catches against your clit.
“Think I can make you cum like this?” He pulls away to catch his breath with a wicked grin.
It takes all of your will power to give him a weak roll of your eyes, just for them to stay back when he hits that spot again. The grip on your knee loosens letting his fingers skirt up your thigh. The tips of them push under the bottom of your swimsuit, curving harshly around the fat of your ass encouraging another snap of your hips. It’s hard to regain your focus, lost in the way he touches you like he knows all the secrets of your body still, even after all these years.
“I’d like to see you try.” You manage to get out, fully prepared to lose but refusing to give him the satisfaction.
You wrap your other leg round his waist completely opening yourself up in a silent challenge. Using both hands to cup your ass, he holds you against every inch of him like this, something darkening in the chocolate edges of his eyes. The first grind of his hips is agonizingly slow, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your lashes flutter tickling against the top of your cheeks feeling every ridge and dip of him through the thin material of your swimsuit.
“Fuck,” He huffs, bravado breaking for a split second at the way your thighs tighten around him, pushing your hips off the rock daring him to move the fabric aside and bury himself inside.
Pressing his forehead against yours, his brows furrow in concentration, eyes squeezing shut as a shudder rakes through his body.
“Think I can make you cum like this?” You tease breathlessly, relishing in the twitch at the corners of his lips, the blunt ends of his nails digging into your soft skin trying to regain his strength.
“Right now, it's about you, honey.” He finally comes around, drowning you in the heat of his gaze, the whites of his teeth slowly shining against the water’s reflection.
The hard pointed grind of his hips has your head lulling back, gasping when he does it again, fingers grabbing at the slick skin of his back.
“Oh my god.” You whine, his hands encouraging you to meet every harsh thrust.
“Let me see you fall apart, I don’t think I can make it through the rest of the day without it.” He grunts, begging you for something you’re so close to giving, sending a shiver up your spine. “Can’t keep my fucking hands off you. Don’t want to.”
You can feel the band deep in your gut start to pull tight, legs shaking in his palms at the slow determined circle of his pelvis. He grips your ass with rough fingers, digging into the soft skin with the blunt ends of his nails, pulling you over his length again and again.
“Steve, p-please.” It’s your turn to beg, jaw going slack when he bends down to suck another bruise against the sensitive spot behind your ear.
”Please what, baby?” He whispers against the shell of your ear, the muscles in his arms twitching.
You’re not sure what you’re even begging for. You don’t want his mercy.
“Come on,” Steve coaxes with a sweetness that doesn’t match the harsh way he snaps his hips, pressing a kiss to one of the many fading bruises on your neck. “Tell me how good it feels, I know you want to.”
“S- so fucking good.” You manage to get out before he catches on your clit with just the right amount of pressure that rips a moan so loud from your chest he has to cover your mouth.
He keeps the pace, watching you transfixed with furrowed brows and a slack jaw. You manage the strength to keep your eyes open, holding his gaze, you roll your hips in time with his, slowly opening your mouth sucking three of his fingers into the heat of it.
“Jesus Christ." He hisses, eyes squeezing shut, hips stuttering fighting off his own release when your tongue glides between his index and middle.
You keen around the pads of them when they open again completely black, the length of him pressing into you with just the right amount of pressure that the tip of his cock pushes the thin material of your swimsuit to the side exposing you like a live wire, giving him what he wants without warning. He drowns you in his stare, watching you come undone like a man possessed, locking his hips in place, fingers pushing down on your tongue that goes limp around them in your silent scream. Your nails dig fresh marks into his back, body shaking underneath him.
“Fuck, look at you. Always so good for me even when you don’t wanna be.”
You’d be more annoyed at the smug way he says it, but everything feels too good to get there. He waits till your eyes slowly blink open, finally coming back down before pulling his fingers out. His hairy chest rises and falls in quick succession watching the tips of them catch on your kiss bitten bottom lip, eyes glazing over at the string of spit that clings to the pads of them.
“I can’t stand you,” You finally breathe, making him bark out a loud laugh in response, eyes shimmering with the kind of adoration that buzzes in your veins. A panic you’re not sure will ever go away tightening around your heart that swells because of it.
“There she is.” He winks, readjusting you in his arms relishing in the aftershocks that shake your thighs in his grasp, and the smile that tugs at the edges of your lips.
“Don’t let this get to your head, Harrington.” The roll of your eyes is feeble, fingers twisting the ends of his hair.
”Too late.” The grin that’s starting to feel like it’s reserved just for you pushes up his flushed cheeks as he bends down to press a light kiss to the base of your neck, peppering them up your jaw before claiming your own.
Your lips melt with ease, like they were always meant to be there, fingers burying themselves deeper in the thickness of his hair. They move slowly against each other this time, the need for dominance disappearing in the tender way his tongue brushes against yours. You get lost in it probably longer than you should, only stopping yourselves when the familiar heat starts to build between your thighs again.
”We should probably head back, huh?” You whisper against his mouth, the tips of your noses touching.
His grip on you tightens, a low annoyed groan coming from the back of his throat before nodding his head begrudgingly, pulling away.
“Yeah, Eddie’s gonna be pissed if we don’t start looking for a spot soon.” Steve huffs out a laugh, slowly letting go of your thighs just to grab onto your hips so you can find balance on shaky legs.
”He’s always taken fireworks very seriously,” You smirk up at him, enjoying the way the water cools your skin, lapping at your chest.
“He’s a pyro is what he is.” Steve corrects in a tone that tells you that it’s more than just fireworks, remembering the argument at their trailer about the fire pit.
You can’t stop the giggle that slips past your lips, earning a narrowed stare from your ex boyfriend that's not feeling so much like an ex anymore.
“Well, let's go then.” You sigh, walking away from him suddenly finding it very hard to look him in the eyes.
”Hey, not so fast. ” His hand wraps easily around your wrist, pulling you back to him, your palms landing on his chest.
“What?” You ask too shy for your liking, finally meeting his gaze.
He stares down at you, bright eyes shining in the sun tracing the edges of your face trying to read your mind. A wet hand cups the side of it, the pad of his thumb running delicately along your heated skin.
“Stay at my place tonight.” There’s nothing smug about the small smile that twists at the edges of his mouth. It’s nervous — vulnerable. “Eddie’s gonna be gone, it’ll just be me and you.”
”Ste-“
”Don’t — don’t answer right now. Just think about it okay?” He says softly, holding you like he’s fighting with will power to let you go. You don’t think you want him to.
”O-okay.” You whisper, grappling with the fact that you’re probably going to say yes, and what that means for your heart in a month and a half.
“Let’s get out of here.” He grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead before lacing his fingers with yours keeping you close as you walk back to your friends that you know are never going to let you hear the end of this. But when he lifts your hand to his lips once you round the bend, you can’t find it in yourself to care.
——
“Well, well, well, look who it is.” Eddie calls out from the picnic table with a mouth full of burger watching you and Steve walk up with the hot pink tube in tow, just like he promised.
”Didn’t know me having to pee wouldn’t make you two so horny.” Robin smirks around her beer can, taking a large gulp with a wink.
”Can you stop talking about pissing in the lake?” Steve sighs, irritation evident in the disgusted twist of his lips dropping the floatie onto the ground. He takes your hand, fingers lacing with yours like this is normal now, squeezing tighter when he feels your instinct to pull away.
“He was just showing me this cool spot.” You try weakly, hoping for that one percent chance they’ll believe it. An effort you know doesn’t work almost immediately, when your best friend snorts so loud she almost spits out her beer, making your face feel like the surface of the sun.
“Do they give out hickies at this ‘cool’ spot too? If so, please let me know where you went.” Eddie antagonizes with air quotes, taking another bite of his burger, ketchup dripping onto his paper plate.
“No, she got those from me.” Steve grins unphased, admiring his work with a hunger in his eyes that somehow heats up your cheeks more. “I’ll tell you what though, I’m starving.”
It might not be too late to fake an illness, or maybe you can just hide in the woods for the rest of the evening.
“I can’t wait to see if she punches you tonight.” Eddie responds, catching the mortified look on your face and you can’t stop the giggle that bubbles out because you actually want to right now.
Fuck, you want to kiss him too.
”Oh, it’s definitely going to happen.” Robin laughs, setting a plate full of food in the spot next to her and the other across the table where Steve sat before.
Excitement buzzes from your fingertips seeing your escape from his PDA in the sanctuary of a spot next to your best friend. A perfect place to bury the feelings you desperately tried to run away from five years ago. Maybe it was post orgasm clarity or maybe it was panic because you want to succumb to them so badly after realizing they were never really gone, just laying dormant.
He finally frees his hold on your hand to walk over to the cherry red cooler grabbing two beers. Robin pats the spot on the bench next to her with a wiggle of her eyebrows and a smirk that tells you that she’s not going to let you avoid this. Rolling your eyes at her, you try fighting the smile that plays on your lips that curve up anyway. Eddie hums knowingly, huffing out a laugh with a shake of his head that turns into a full bellied one when you flip him off.
”What’s so funny over here - and where do you think you’re going?” Steve chuckles, wrapping a toned bicep around your waist before you can make it to Robin, both of your hands reaching out for each other dramatically.
He tugs you onto his lap, palm splayed across your belly like it belongs there. Leaning over your shoulder the heat of his breath fans down the side of your neck as he drags your plate over, an involuntary shiver running up your spine. You can almost feel his knowing smirk against your skin. It feels natural to melt into him, muscles relaxing as he hooks his chin over your shoulder, squirting ketchup on your hot dog first. He noses the edge of your jaw before squeezing you, grabbing his burger with one big hand. Robin doesn’t miss the sparkle in your eye or the small smile that never goes away.
”I think she’ll give Harrington a black eye before fireworks. Want to take bets?” Eddie points to Robin who hasn’t stopped watching both of you, like she’s finally solved the puzzle.
”I don’t know anymore Munson, it looks an awful lot like she’s right where she wants to be.” She responds, a slow smile spreading across her face that turns blinding when you don’t argue.
The pad of Steve’s thumb starts tracing lazy patterns against your tummy, and it feels too good in his arms to want to keep true to your original plan.
You can bury it after the Fourth of July.
——
It’s dark by the time you reach the spot Eddie picked out on top of the same cliff you and Steve hid behind. Out of breath, and covered in sweat, the hike up the side of it almost doesn’t feel worth it until you step onto the plateau and see the entire lake, even the shimmering lights from the main strip in town. Sparklers glitter beneath you leaving white streaks in the air as the kids run up and down the shore line. The stars shine bright in the clear night sky painted navy blue, despite the edges in the distance being swallowed up by billowing lavender storm clouds. Faint flashes of lightning dance inside of them, just far enough out that you know it won’t interrupt the show, but you’ll definitely need to run back to your cars when it’s done.
The thin zip up hoodie you changed into sticks to your skin just like the cotton shorts that replaced your swim trunks, goosebumps pebbling under the cool breeze that whips around you from this height. Steve trails close behind, just like he has the entire walk up, the heat of his stare only adding the muggy warmth that’s wrapped around you all day. That big hand of his always hovering against your lower back every time you’d lose your balance.
“I also didn’t excel in gym class and I resent the way you under exaggerated the walk up here, Eddie.” Robin huffs stopping in front of you, bending over with her hands on her knees to catch her breath.
This is why you’re best friends.
”Yeah, I second that.” You gasp, the back of your hand smacking across your sticky forehead, the other supporting your lower back stretching your spine trying to even out your breathing.
Steve snorts coming up beside you, stopping in that signature stance of his you haven’t seen since high school. He winks at you with hands on his cocked hips, like you can’t see the quick rise and fall of his chest from here. The fresh tan on his skin practically glows against the clean white of his sleeveless shirt, the wind blowing open the sides so you can see the thick patch of hair that your fingers itch to feel again. A cocky grin quirks up one side of his mouth when he catches you staring and you hate him for it — for always looking like that.
”Well, well, well, look who’s the monkey in the middle now.” Eddie grins from his place in front with his arms crossed over the Metallica logo on chest, stopping right at the edge of the cliff.
“Is this revenge because you can’t catch a fucking ball?” Steve breathes, irritation evident looking wearily at the storm in the distance that seems to only grow in size.
“Fuck off, no. Maybe a little, but not really. I mean look at the view!” He smiles wide, spreading his arms out in hopes of a distraction.
”You’re annoying.” Robin groans, smacking one of them out her way before sitting down on the smooth grey stone. “You’re lucky it’s so pretty up here.”
”It’s going to be worth it guys, trust me.” Eddie coos like a parent trying to settle rowdy children plopping down next to your best friend.
“If we get struck by lightning up here, you’re fixing my car for free.” You finally find your voice, oxygen leaving in and out of your lungs like a normal person now.
”Ehh, maybe.” He shrugs, pulling out a joint from behind his ear, turning around to wink at you, barking out a loud laugh at the second middle finger he’s earned from you today.
”So feisty, honey.” Steve tsks from right next to your ear, a shiver running up your spine not realizing he’d gotten so close.
His fingers trail down the dip of your back, before finding your hand wasting no time tugging you onto his lap instead of the rock beneath you in one quick motion. A shocked gasp escapes past your lips, as he loops his arm around your middle, and a hand around your thigh keeping you in the dip between his legs with yours draped over the side of his hairy thigh. It feels like he’s surrounding you,sinking guilt roiling in your gut because you hate that it’s still not enough. Despite the way you’ve been teasing him all night, you duck your head down resting your cheek against his collar bone, inhaling the cedar, beer and sunscreen that sticks to him.
“Oh brother, am I going to have to hear giggles and lip smacking noises with my explosions?” Eddie grumbles looking back at the two of you lighting the joint.
”Shut up!” Robin smacks his arm with a scowl, “It’s cute, don’t ruin it.”
This is why she’s Steve’s best friend too.
”He’s clearly just mad that his little prediction didn’t come true.” Steve antagonizes, his deep voice vibrating against you from his chest, your eyes fixate on the way his Adam’s apple bobs with every word.
”There’s still time.” You manage, swallowing hard using all of your will power to tear your eyes away and meet Eddie’s toothy grin.
Steve huffs out a laugh over the top of your head, fingers squeezing your thigh playfully before the pad of his thumb smooths out the goosebumps that pebble under his touch.
The first firework soars into the sky, surprising everyone with its loud boom. Kids squeal and laugh below you, drunk parents whistling as the next three follow in quick succession lighting up the darkness. Eddie passes Robin the joint he’s clearly saved for this, taking a few puffs she twists herself to pass it back to you, smiling warmly at the view. You give her a weak ‘don’t think about it’ kind of look that she sees right through, waving you off with a roll of her eyes but a grin still intact as you take it from her.
You take a few hits, holding them in your lungs long enough to feel the burn before blowing it over Steve’s shoulder towards the woods. He’s too distracted to notice the way you stare at him, your gaze trailing up his neck that's stretched as he looks up at the sky. It gives you the perfect view of all the freckles and moles that dot this side more than the other. Colors burst in the reflection of his eyes with a slight part of his full pink lips, it’s obvious the only thing that’s been through his hair today is his fingers and yours. Still damp from sweat, the long swoop that’s constantly in his way tickles the narrow bridge of his nose, but he doesn’t seem to care, too enamored with show.
God damnit he was cute.
The long day makes it easy for your body to relax, eyelids growing lazy folding into him from the slow strokes of his thumb and the weed.
“Hey,” you whisper just loud enough for his ears, heart thumping wildly in your chest when he brings his full attention back to you.
The whites of his teeth shine, pulling you closer on instinct like he just remembered you were here. That he could touch you. Feel you. His wandering hands wake up at the notion.
“Hey pretty.” He murmurs so sweetly, that you almost ache with the need to hear it again.
“D-do you want any?” You stutter, shy like you used to be in the 12th grade.
Steve dips his head down, the tip of his nose brushing against yours.
“No,” he breathes against your lips, “gotta be sober enough to take us home after this.”
“I never said I was going home with you.” You try to play coy with him and yourself but deep down you’ve always known you were going to say yes.
“Sober enough to take you back to Robin’s then.” He plays along but the way the edges of his mouth curve tells you he knows he’s won.
Nudging your nose with his, there’s something mischievous in the way you narrow your eyes at him before leaning forward to pass the joint back to Eddie. He grabs it absentmindedly, barely tearing his gaze from the sky as you do your best to ignore the heat emanating off Steve’s. You go back to your spot against his shoulder, pressing your cheek back into his collar bone listening to the quick thumping of his heart that falls in step with the fireworks that have started to explode three to four at a time now. You wonder if he can feel yours beating faster with his long fingers curled around your ribs.
”Hey,” He whispers against the shell of your ear, making your teeth dig hard into your bottom lip.
”Yeah?” It comes out quiet as you bring your eyes back to his, all the blood in your body rushing to your cheeks at the lovesick look on his face. The kind you’d only seen on those late nights in his room. One that you’d thought was reserved for just you.
It still feels that way now, despite him proving you otherwise all those years ago. The reminder is a subtle pang in your chest, a pain you push down when the warmth of his palm cups the side of your face. The rough callouses on his thumb tickle tracing the line of your cheek bone before the curves of your bottom lip tilting your chin up a little more. He doesn’t say anything, the booms of the fireworks growing louder, their frequency letting you know it's reaching the end of the show. The soft roll of thunder catches your ears in the distance reminding you of the impending rain fall you’re sure to get trapped in but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he looks at you like this.
The bright colors dance in his eyes, the glittering lights casting shadows on his sharp features. His full pink lips curve softly at the edges, all traces of whatever game the two of you have been playing absent from his stare. Instead, it feels an awful lot like he’s in love with you, like he’s been waiting to look at you for years and it steals the air right from your lungs. The need to breathe becomes something you could care less about as you reach up curling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him closer in a silent plea. One he answers eagerly, closing the space with the kind of urgency that tells you permission is all he was waiting for.
They slot together like you’ve missed each other despite his hands refusing to leave you all day. The sound of the finale hides the way they start moving together with the kind of desperation that feels like unspoken words trying to come out, confessions slipping off tongues.Your friends are too enthralled by the shimmering lights above not knowing you're breaking all your promises from a few feet away. Tugging at his roots the last brick of your wall starts to come loose from the cracked cement that holds it there. The last soldier standing, searching for his white flag.
His teeth nip at your bottom lip before finally pulling away, the last explosion hiding the whimper he gets from everyone but him. The pad of his thumb traces where he just bit, before pulling away with perfect timing as Robin and Eddie turn around with red eyes and thrilled smiles.
“Better than last yea — oh fuck.” Eddie starts only to get interrupted by the first rain drop landing on his cheek.
The loud roll of thunder following has the four of you meet each other with wide eyes, fight or flight kicking in as a wall of falling water starts gliding across the lake drenching everything it touches, reaching you when you all finally get to your feet.
”Run!” Robin screams with a laugh, flip flops clacking loudly taking off into the woods.
”Mother fucker!” Eddie follows, a wide smile splitting his face in two following her with the kind of pace that you know will have him passing her up in a matter of seconds.
Steve grins down at you, stealing one more kiss like he’s in no rush before grabbing your hand, setting a pace you can keep up with, lacing his fingers with yours when you encourage him to go faster, catching your stride through the dancing trees.
——
You’re completely soaked by the time you reach the break in the woods, feet hitting the pavement of the parking lot that’s in utter chaos as families try to hurry and pack everything up.
”What’s the plan?” Eddie yells to Steve over the downpour that mixes with the sounds of kids screaming and laughing. Hair so wet his curls tighten. “Who’s driving who? I can take Robin on my way to Carol’s if you guys are gonna hang out.”
They all three look at you. Steve squeezes your hand, and you don’t meet his gaze when you answer.
”I- I’m gonna go with Steve.”
Robin’s smile can’t physically get any bigger.
”Have fun, love birds!” Eddie teases one last time walking backwards towards his van getting his third and final middle finger he pretends to catch and stick in his pocket.
”Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Robin calls over her shoulder with a giggle, the two of them disappearing into the crowd.
The curve of Steve’s lips is sweet when you finally find the courage to meet his gaze, the smugness from before nonexistent on his relaxed features as he lifts your hand brushing a kiss to your knuckles.
”There’s somewhere I want to show you before we head to my place.”
——
Steve’s car is still warm enough from baking in the sun all day that he doesn’t even need to turn on the heat as you drive around to the other side of the lake, a big hand on your thigh the whole way. Your clothes go from wet to damp by the time you reach this ‘secret’ spot hidden under a tent of leaning trees. It’s a small patch of gravel road wide enough to fit a car hidden on the side of an even bigger cliff. It stops right at the edge of the water, small waves lapping onto the smooth grey rocks. He squeezes your thigh before the heat of his hand disappears to put the car in park.
The engine cuts off just leaving the soft clicks of it cooling down, and the hard patter of the rain on the metal roof. Steve’s eyes meet yours from across the console leaning back against his window to face you. His white shirt is practically translucent, showing the dark patch of hair on his chest attached to the happy trail that disappears underneath his swim trucks that cling to his sunkissed skin. The sight has you biting your bottom lip mimicking his position, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.
”Hi honey.” He grins, cocking an eyebrow, his gaze shameless as it takes in the tight way your wet hoodie sticks to the bottom swell of your breasts. You can feel your nipples pebble underneath the intensity of it, and he shifts in his seat.
”Hey,” you whisper, trying not to think about how the endearment doesn’t make your chest tighten with anger anymore, tongue wetting your lips, Steve tracks the movements.
”I know we’ve had this sarcastic back and forth since you’ve been here.” He clears his throat like the Steve you used to know, a nervous hand pushing his hair back, cracking open the cocoons hanging from your ribcage. ”But I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about what I’d do if I ever had you in front of me again. What I would say.”
His eyes look weary watching your face for any sign to shut up, and part of you wishes he would because you know the free fall that happens after this, but a bigger part of you doesn’t care anymore. You don’t even have a parachute.
”And now here you are in front of me,” he continues, squaring his shoulders when he realizes that you don’t want him to stop. “Letting me kiss you, touch you, fuck — hold you. I need you to understand how much I missed holding you, baby.”
Baby.
“Stev -“
”Just let me finish please, I don’t want to be with you tonight and not have said any of this.” He pleads with another card of his hair, it’s the most serious he’s been all summer. Your pulse quickens, nerves buzzing in your veins. “You’re giving me your time when god knows I don’t deserve it — I just need you to know that I’m not taking you for granted this time. And I’ll never regret this no matter what happens this summer.”
His words take a wrecking ball to that last brick, cracking your chest wide open, unlocking that part of your heart that you tried to pretend didn’t exist anymore. The rain falls harder, the air growing thicker.
“I need a redo of that kiss in the rain, Harrington.” You smile, leaning forward wrapping your hand around his wrist tugging him so close that your noses touch.
The darkness of his pupils expands, stealing the emerald around them in a love sick way, understanding you without saying anything.
”I’m always going to give you whatever you want.” He reminds you, the corner of his mouth ticking up at the small sigh that slips from your lips.
Tilting your chin up, you steal a small kiss he can barely return before you’re pulling away with a giggle, yanking the door open slipping out into the storm. Steve wastes no time joining you, his head poking over the top of his car with playful narrowed eyes.
“You think that’s funny?” He raises his eyebrows, slamming his door shut, the rain making his shirt more see through as he rounds the front of his car. Your wet thighs meet at the way he stalks towards you like he’s ready to get exactly what he wants.
You were going to let him.
”Mmhm.” You hum with a nod, biting back your grin with teeth that dig into your bottom lip, backing away from him.
”Why don’t you let me show you just how funny I can be then?” He smirks, closing in until your back hits the wide trunk of a tree.
“And why should I do that?” You try, but the tone in your voice doesn't match the way your fingers curl around the waist band of his trunks pulling him closer. Begging him to crowd your space till there’s no more room left.
One big hand finds a home next to your head, while the other gently tugs down the zipper of your hoodie, letting it fall open sucking a breath through his teeth at the way your nipples stand at attention for him. The pad of his thumb brushes against one relishing in the small gasp he gets in return.
”Why?” He murmurs ducking down so the tip of his nose nudges against yours, black eyes swallowing you whole. “Because it’ll feel so good.”
The back of his fingers glide down your sternum, tickling against your navel before pushing past the elastic of your waist band. A low growl rumbles deep from his chest finding you so wet they slip through your folds with so much ease that he can feel the way your walls already try to suck him in.
“Jesus Christ baby.” He huffs, pressing his forehead to yours, doing it again only this time he pushes the tip of his middle finger in, becoming obsessed with the high pitch way you say his name.
You find the strength to fist the soaked hair at the nape of his neck, tugging at the roots, crushing your mouth into his, hungry and needy. He moans into it, his hand slipping out of your shorts to grab your face between slick covered fingers determined to steal the breath from your lungs with a brush of his tongue. Your back curves, pressing every inch of your body to his, shuddering when you feel the hard weight of him against the inside of your thigh. The trees do little to protect you from the rain, the cool drops tickling the tops of your cheeks, and dripping off your chin.
“C-car.” you manage to say in between kisses, gasping when he licks a path up your neck taking your earlobe into the heat of his mouth, sucking hard enough for your eyes to hit the back of your head.
”You sure?” He breaths against your skin, hands dropping down to squeeze at your hips.
All you can manage is a nod, pushing him towards the BMW determined to make a new memory in it and erase the one that broke your heart. He keeps his lips on yours the few feet to the car, his back hitting the wet metal. Nipping at your bottom lip, his hand reaches behind him to try and find the handle. It’s a fruitless effort though, he’s too distracted by the way you pull away and start trailing messy kisses down his neck. Tugging at the collar of his shirt, you nip at his clavicle before traveling down, mouthing at the wet cotton covering his chest following the happy trail all the way to what you want. He blinks slowly, staring at you, jaw going slack as you drop to your knees in front of him.
“What - what are you doing?” He sounds wrecked, nothing like the confident man he’s been all day.
“What does it look like, Steve?” Looking up at him from under your lashes, you pull the front of his trunks down, releasing him from the net confines.
He throws his head back whispering a string of cuss words pushing his dripping hair out of his face. Eyes completely black when he finally looks at you again.
Revenge is sweet, just like the precum that leaks from his tip that you lap up with the kind of greed you should be embarrassed of. Steve sucks a harsh breath through his nose, fingers twitching at his sides to grab onto you for dear life. Your hands wrap around the base of him, licking up the length relishing in the twitch you get in response before taking as much as you can in the heat of your mouth. The moan that rips from his chest is so loud that the roll of thunder shaking the sky barely hits your ears.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He breathes, the sweetest whimper leaving the back of his throat when you make a point to flick your tongue against his sensitive tip.
You suck so hard, your cheeks hollow out, the lewd sounds of your wet mouth has drool dripping down your chin. The rain only aiding you in completely ruining him.
“I- I don’t want to cum like this - shit.” He grunts, throwing his head back searching for reprieve in cold droplets that hit his rosy cheeks. “Need to feel you, I’ve wanted it all day.”
Ignoring his pleas, you open your throat and take him as far as he can fit, the tip of your nose brushing against the rough hair at the base of him. His hand smacks the side of the door with the kind of weight behind it that echoes through the trees.
“Don’t make me beg, I fucking will if that’s what you want.” He babbles, when you do it again with a curve to your lips tasting just how close he really is. “Please, let me have it, please.”
You hear him search for the handle of the back door again, making you quicken your pace.
“Jesus Christ.” He groans, finally finding what he’s looking for, wasting no time pulling you off him with a loud pop before yanking the door open.
He tugs you up by your elbows, not letting you catch your breath before crashing his mouth into yours. One hand finds your hip, bringing your body flush against him, the hard length of his cock pressing into your tummy, the other wrapping around the back of your neck, tilting your head up. Licking into you, he moans at the eager way you match his energy, fingers curling into their favorite home in his hair.
Steve wraps his arm around the small of your back tugging you into his back seat in one smooth swoop. Your knees land on the leather seat either side of hips, teeth sinking into his full bottom lip as he slams the door shut. It’s a mess of tongues fighting for dominance, the desperate need to devour each other turning touches animalistic.
“Take this off.” He grunts, roughly shoving the rest of your hoodie off your shoulders, the fabric hitting the floor in a wet smack.
His lips waste no time taking your nipple into the heat of his mouth, the blunt ends of your nails digging into his biceps. A whine escapes the back of your throat when he sucks harshly, head lulling back against the head rest of the passenger seat.
“Steve — god, I need you.” Panting, the slow flicks of his tongue have you start to paw at his soaked shirt.
He helps you remove the offending fabric, dropping it next to yours with another wet smack of water. Your hands waste no time, burying themselves in the hair on his chest sliding them up finding a new home on the cluster of moles that dot his shoulders. Lifting your hips, you hold his heavy gaze, grinding against him, shuddering when the tip of him brushes against your clit through the fabric of your shorts.
“God damn it. Take. These. Off. Too.” he growls with flared nostrils, his fingers curling around the waist band shoving them down.
You help him fight the cotton that tries to cling to your thighs, giggling at the irritated huff he gives, smiling against him when he finally gets what he wants, kicking off his trunks in the process. You moan in unison at the feeling of your skin against each other, lighting a fire making your brain fuzzy. His tongue licks at your bottom lip, begging for entry that you grant with no resistance. The length of his cock slides through the slick between your thighs with ease, so wet that you coat him instantly. Steve looks down, guiding your hips over him watching the way he glides between your folds, brows knitting together at the sheen you leave behind.
“Gonna give me what I want, baby?” He teases your entrance, voice so low it sends another wave of arousal to your core.
“Mmhmm.” You nod with a whimper, lashes fluttering kissing the top of your cheeks at the tip of him pushing into you.
“So good to me, you know that?” Pressing his forehead to yours, his words come out hot against your lips, keeping his eyes on you, burying himself half way in.
“Oh my god.” You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut at the stretch you’ll never get used to, thighs shaking, body threatening to fold against him.
“I know, fuck, you feel — you’re so god damn wet.” His words come out through clenched teeth, using all of his will power to take his time and let you adjust.
“M-more.” You manage after a moment, eyes finding him at the same time you rock your hips, letting him slip further inside.
His name comes out in a gasp, jaw going slack as he buries himself to the hilt of you, the tip of him dangerously close to hitting your cervix. His head lulls back, bottoming out with a moan, the blunt ends of his nails digging into the soft dough of your hips.
“Baby, baby, baby.” He practically whines, sucking in a sharp breath through his nose, before meeting your eyes again.
A lazy smile spreads across your face at the dazed way he looks up at you like he’s seeing for the first time and butterflies that used to exist for him stretch new wings.
”I like when you call me that, now.” You admit shyly, fingers coming up to play with the gold chain still hanging from your neck.
“Yeah?” He grins, rolling his hips up just enough to earn a whimper. “You don’t want to punch me anymore?”
“I didn’t say that.” The edges of your lips dare to grin as you lean back, your palms finding his hairy thighs, grinding against him from the kind of angle that has him groaning so loud it drowns out the storm outside.
“One day you’ll quit lying to yourself, honey.” He manages with a soft laugh, gathering your ass in his big hands pulling you back against him, smiling with all his teeth at the moan he’s been waiting for. ”You would’ve done it already.”
It’s hard to concentrate on a witty comeback when his harsh grip keeps moving you at the kind of pace that has your hands land on his shoulders, the blunt ends of your nails digging into them.
“Wearing my chain, acting like you don’t wanna be mine.” He growls, picking you up to slam you back down on his cock, burying himself somehow even deeper and you think you might break skin. “You’re not fooling me.”
”No?” You quip, finally finding the strength to meet his thrusts, slick knees sticking to the leather seats with every quick snap of your hips. “You think I’m lying?”
The corner of his mouth ticks up, sweat beading at his damp hairline as both of his palms come down on your ass in a loud smack, immediately massaging where he hit, relishing in the way you gasp his name with fluttering walls.
“I don’t think,” He whispers, gripping you with one hand while his other curls around the gold metal chain. “I know.”
He pulls you to him by it, tongue tracing the curve of your bottom lip before swallowing your moan when he starts bucking up into you like he’s trying to prove his point. The kiss is sloppy, open mouthed and wet, your fingers digging back into his hair using it as your anchor to bounce yourself to the pace he’s trying to set. A growl rips low from the back of his throat, but you don’t miss the hint of a grin that pulls up the corners of his lips at your stubbornness.
“Proving my point baby,” His words come out hot against your cheek, trailing his lips along your jaw catching his breath, “Just do it.”
”Do what?” You gasp at the hickey he starts to leave behind your ear.
His tongue laps the indentations of his teeth on your skin, nosing his way back up with contrasting soft kisses to your pouty lips as you take the lead, grinding slow against him.
”Be mine.” He breathes like it’s as simple as two words. Like you hadn’t promised yourself to never be here again. Two words that mean more to you that you swore never would.
He presses his lips to the corner of your mouth, whispering ‘please’, then both your cheeks, chanting it like a mantra. The hand on your ass slides forward to dip between your thighs, the pad of his thumb finding your clit, rubbing slow circles. He adds just enough pressure for your body to shake, finally folding into him, sticky forehead pressing against his.
“You don’t understand what you’re asking me.” You whisper, meeting his dark gaze through heavy lids, the roll of your hips chasing more, working your muscle to bring him with you to the end.
“Give me the summer then,” Steve lets go of his chain, using his free hand to cup your cheek, bringing a softness to everything, the fogged up windows smoothing all the edges.
Your hips circle in time with his thumb, lost in the gold flecks that come out like stars in his eyes. He makes it seem so simple.
“Give me the summer to prove myself to you. Show you how good we can be.” He nudges the tip of his nose with yours, the pace of your hips starting to pick back up. The coil in your gut tightening.
“What happens when summer ends?” Your response comes out inside a half moan when he slides further down in the seat, taking up all the space inside you.
“We’ll worry about that later.” He grunts, eyebrows marrying in the middle of his forehead at the way you squeeze around him. “Don’t wanna play whatever game this is anymore, want you all the time.”
“Steve,” You whine his name without the intent to argue with him behind it.
“Like when you say my name like that.” He smirks, hips stuttering telling you he’s just as close.
His thumb swipes over your bundle of nerves with the kind of fervor that feels like he’s determined to watch you far apart.
“Come on baby, let me take you on dates, cook you dinner. Wanna wake up to you.” He practically begs, as you grind down hard against him, realizing you’re tired of saying no.
You nod and Steve pushes his hips up, burying himself so deep it feels like he’s splitting you in two.
“Need to hear you say it.” He growls keeping his thrusts slow and pointed, drawing the kind of whimpers from you he’s become obsessed with.
“Y-yes.” You gasp, legs starting to shake as he adds more pressure to clit.
“Yes - fuck - yes what?” He antagonizes, a shudder rolling off his shoulders, holding himself back.
“I’ll be yours.” You grit out, pushing your forehead harder into to his.
He moans so loud at your words like he’s been waiting to hear them all his life. The snap of his hips picks up the kind of pace that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head, the wire inside you ready to snap, your walls tightening with a vice grip around him.
“Need you to come with me, can you do that, pretty?” He whispers against your lips, swallowing you in the kind of stare that makes you always want to say yes to him.
Nodding, it feels impossible to form words, his name coming out in a whimper as you meet his thrusts with desperate energy to give him what he’s asking for. The lewd sound of sweat slick skin smacking against each other fills the quiet space of the car mixing in contrast with the calming rain.
“Come on, I can feel it. Give it to me.” His demand comes out in a low growl, cock twitching inside of you.
His hands find the curve of your ass again, pulling you closer, pushing deeper, hitting that spot that has your jaw go slack in a silent scream. Your own fireworks explode behind closed lids, the blunt ends of your nails digging harder into the freckles on his shoulders.
“So fucking good for me.” He grunts, before his body goes rigid, spilling everything he has inside of you. It’s almost enough for you to cum again, your walls miking him for all of it.
The two of you sit there sweaty, working hard to catch your breath while needy hands still wander, touching the skin you can reach. You wait for that familiar creeping itch of regret to make you want to run from all of this, but it doesn’t come when his eyes open meeting yours glazed over with love instead of lust. It still doesn’t show up even as he starts peppering soft kisses on your face whispering thank you’s and sweet words about how pretty you are. Still, nothing comes when he cleans you off using his own shirt, ringing out your clothes before trying his best to cover you up, in a mess of giggles.
And when holds your face between his hands saying, “Let’s go home baby.” You don’t think it ever will.
this request comes in from @sweetsweetjellybean:
"i would like to request watching a scary movie with steve and eddie that ends with 2 dicks one hole."
summary: mildly inspired by 'the strangers' movie. steddie x reader. you and your two boyfriends watch a scary movie even though you hate them. a scary dream wakes you up to more than you bargained for, but they're happy to make up for it. (aka, carol tries some subtle horror/suspense writing for the first time ever!)
cw: 18+, established throuple, dvp (double vaginal penetration), oral (f and m receiving), mmf threesome, pet names: angel, babydoll, sweetheart, etc., reader refers to eddie and steve as daddy/sir once or twice but its not like -- their dynamic -- not a dom/sub scenario (justice for steve being sir for once!), swearing, mild horror elements
“Ooh, shiii-hi-hit. Fuck that.”
“What’s happening?” you ask, your voice muffled by Steve’s shoulder where your face had been planted for the last four minutes.
“No matter how many scary movies I see, nothing creeps me out like this scene, man,” Eddie shakes his head, another handful of popcorn crunching into his mouth.
“What. Is. Happening?” you ask again, frustrated at your own inability to just look – but you didn’t wanna miss out on the scare-factor.
“Nothing, baby,” Steve chuckles, warm and sweet. His big hand gives your bicep a comforting squeeze, running his palm slowly over the skin before he pulls you closer, “One of the weirdos is just standing there, nothing’s happening.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t say nothing’s happening – it’s one of the most quietly suspenseful and unsettling scenes in modern horror,” Eddie argues while your head pops up. As soon as your eyes meet his, shining from the light of the TV in the living room, he grins – the one he always does when he’s about to be an asshole.
“Let me rewind it for you,” his smirk lingers when he reaches for the remote, “You can’t miss it – it’s like, niche horror iconography.”
“C’mon Ed, you know she doesn’t like it,” Steve’s defense almost feels patronizing, sinking in your chest even while his arm tightens around you, “She never wants to do movie night when it’s scary.”
“C’mon Ed, you know she doesn’t like it,” Steve’s defense almost feels patronizing, sinking in your chest even while his arm tightens around you, “She never wants to do movie night when it’s scary.”
“No, it’s fine – I’ll just, I’ll watch it,” you sigh, eyes reaching the ceiling with a faux annoyed huff, “For the iconography.”
“Atta girl,” Eddie rewinds while you climb over Steve to get between them. If the room hadn’t been so dark, you’d see Ed’s flush while you make yourself comfortable. Always a sucker for affection, he leans in close, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Bein’ so brave.”
He starts the scene over again, a few minutes before, both of them scooching in next to you. You’re used to the heat now, the warmth of them near you, tied up between them. At first it was hard to balance it – who touches where, who holds what – but having them both became a waltz you danced well. The both of them easily knowing the rhythms of you and each other in healthy and decadent symbiosis.
“Will you just – stay on the phone with me?” Liv Tyler’s voice booms through Steve’s surround sound, the dial tone humming loudly afterwards, “James? … James?”
You let a breath out through your nose, watching her walk through the house on the screen, settling on lighting a cigarette before walking into the kitchen. She stands there for a moment before the screen cuts to a wide, you already feel sick. There’s no music, no sound, just Liv in the kitchen with darkness back behind her. With no warning, he appears, the man in the mask, in complete silence.
Your stomach drops, throat feeling tight when you watch him stand there watching her. You hardly feel soothed when he disappears, knowing it can only get worse from here. The killers are in the house.
Steve and Eddie see your face, the way your brows pull in, the way you shrink in on yourself.
“Poor baby,” Steve soothes rubbing his hand on your back, “C’mere, I’ll protect you.”
“You couldn’t outsmart these guys,” Eddie’s matter-of-fact tone makes Steve tense up, “Sorry. They’re in it for the thrill, man. They don’t care about your macho shit.”
“That’s not reassuring,” you laugh, snuggling into Steve while Eddie lets his hand smooth over your thigh, “I need you both to protect me.”
“Of course,” Eddie smiles, “We’d both keep you safe, for sure.”
“For sure,” Steve nods, kissing the top of your head. Your hand creeps forward to lace your fingers with Eddie’s, still resting on your leg while the movie continues.
“James?” Liv says again on screen, heading to the drawer for a kitchen knife when a bang is heard somewhere off screen. You can’t help it, your face buries itself in Steve’s shoulder when the action picks up, doing your best to be brave and failing miserably. It’s not for nothing, your failure – they both have a great time laughing at you.
You’re pouty when the movie is over, the kisses aren’t helping for the first time in a while. There’s a general unease in your stomach – some horror was fine, but horror that could happen just didn’t compartmentalize as well. Your stomach sinks more when you see Eddie put his jacket on.
“You’re not staying over with us?” you ask.
Eddie’s shoulders sink while he shrugs on the leather, “Sorry baby, I have an early shift tomorrow. Gotta sleep at mine to be close to the garage. Why, you scared?”
You nod, “Is that stupid?”
“No,” he grins, “But you have Steve, he can protect you, too.”
“You literally said he couldn’t outsmart them,” you try to laugh but it sounds more like a desperate plea, heart rate rising.
“It’s a movie, honey,” Steve’s balmy voice soothing you while he comes back in the living room from cleaning up, “Just relax.”
“You want the number one tension goblin to relax?” Eddie scoffs, “Good luck with that.”
A kiss to both of your cheeks is Eddie’s last parting gift to you and Steve before he goes, the rev of his motorcycle being the only signal that he’s gone for the night. Steve’ burly tan arm wraps around your shoulder to lead you both back to the couch.
“How about this,” he starts, pulling your legs over his lap, “We can watch something funny and then go to bed, s’that sound good for you?”
You nod eagerly, shoulders loosening up while he flicks through the channel listings.
“They have Austin Powers on TBS, you wanna watch that? It looks like they’re playing all of ‘em,” his amber eyes fall on you with a smile, rubbing your shin up to your knee. He changes the channel when you give him the okay, watching you snuggle in on the couch with tired eyes. It’s not long into the first movie that Steve’s nudging you to wake up so you can both go upstairs to bed.
You wake from a dream that makes your heart race in the bad way, losing the plot completely when your eyes open. The room is dark, only some light from Steve’s security cameras outside leaving shadows against the wall from the curtains.You turn and reach your arm out to shake Steve awake but you’re met with nothing but empty sheets, cooled down from the lack of a body there to warm them.
You pout while your heart pounds, taking a few deep breaths to try to steady yourself to go back to sleep. He’s probably in the bathroom – but that thought makes you have to pee. With a sigh you get up, gingerly getting out of bed and scanning the room. Even though you fell asleep laughing to Mike Meyers the uneasy feeling in your chest never quite shook away.
You pad down the hall to the bathroom, confused when you see that it’s empty. Maybe he went to get a drink or something in the kitchen. You do your business, leaving the bathroom and listening for Steve downstairs from the top of the staircase, peering down into the dark living room. It’s quiet.
“Steve?” you call out.
Nothing.
The blue black of the dark house stares back at you, you swallow thickly. The pin pricks of fear that you woke up with creep down your neck and the top of your back, they sting up from the balls of your feet. You try to muster up the courage to call out again.
“St-steve? You there?” you call out, your voice weak.
Nothing.
You take another breath, shakier than before. Maybe he’s using the half bath down stairs. You shake your head, rolling your shoulders and taking a step away from the staircase to go back to bed.
Two steps in and your body is jolted by the blast of the stereo in the living room, the lights from the machine whirring on while music blares through the speakers.
‘My first lover,
My first lover,
He was tall and breezy with his long hair down.
But it gets a little hazy when I think of it now…’
You run down the stairs to shut it off, certain the neighbors heard it, Your heart hammers in your chest, blood pounding in your ears while you slam the buttons and hold your hands to the cool machinery. You feel sick, bile creeping up your throat while you breathe in and out again.
“STEVE?!” you shout out, tears welling in your eyes, “Steve! This – this isn’t funny…”
But again.
With the music off.
Nothing.
You grab a heavy trophy from one of the shelves, a nationals first place from when Steve won the freestyle stroke in college – no one’s ever beat his PR. You inch through the living room, clicking on a lamp so the room illuminates in a hazy yellow glow. You grip the trophy, base upwards with the points of it at your eye level, arm at the ready.
You creep slowly through the kitchen, clicking on the light over the oven, peering into the living room again and over your shoulder. No one. Nothing.
You walk forward into the dining room, turning on the light, peering out from the sliding doors to the back yard.
Nothing.
You take a final breath. It’s fine. You’re fine.
It’s just a movie.
Right?
CLANG!
You jump, attention toward the door to the garage in the back of the dining room. You raise the trophy again, mustering up the courage to go to the door. Through the small crack in the bottom you see the lights are on, you swallow again. With a final breath through the nose you clutch the door handle, wrenching it open – ready to swing.
“Woah there, champ,” Steve laughs, looking up from the side of his truck. He pulls off his over ear headphones and cocks his head, “Is that my swim trophy?”
“Uh, yeah…” you respond sheepishly, lowering it down to your thigh. Your heart starts to steady, cheeks burning with embarrassed heat while he comes around from behind his truck.
“Did I wake you up, honey? I’m sorry,” he says softly, wiping his hands off on a rag. He’s in his sleep shirt but back in his jeans, sneakers unlaced on his feet.
“No I –” you falter, feeling stupid and silly, “I had a bad dream and you weren’t there so like – I don’t know. Then the stereo turned on downstairs and I heard a bang so – why’re you in the garage?”
“I forgot about my break pads – they’re swamped at the shop so I told Ed not to worry and I’d just do it myself,” he shrugs with a laugh, “Little harder than it looks but – can’t put her back on the road until she’s all set. Woke up in a cold sweat about it.”
“You um, didn’t hear me calling you?” you ask warily.
“Had my headphones on, baby, my bad.”
“And the stereo?” you urge, “It was like…really fucking loud.”
“That was probably me by accident,” he assures, taking a tiny remote out of his back pocket, “I got the remote for the speakers in here too, so, must’ve sat on it. Did I scare you? I didn’t mean to.”
“Just a lil’,” your shoulders droop, heat pricking your cheeks and chest.
“Aw, I’m sorry,” he coos, coming toward you to put a sloppy kiss on your cheek, “I’m almost done, I’ll be back upstairs in a minute. Would you get me some water?”
“Okay,” you chirp, taking a big breath before heading back into the house. You pad through the dining room and back into the kitchen, reaching over the sink to grab a glass from the cabinet. You let the cool water run over your fingers for a moment, chuckling at yourself for being so stupid while you place the trophy on the counter with a thud.
You fill the glass for yourself first, letting the chill of the water bring you back to center. You take a few sips, leaning against the counter and looking through the archways to the other rooms – sleepy looking with their warm low lights on. You always forget how cozy Steve’s house looks, especially in the fall. You snort, hearing Steve’s soft ‘Shit! Come on!’ from the garage after something else clangs to the ground.
You down the rest of the water and turn again to refill it for Steve, humming the song from the stereo. You shut off the water when you feel like someone is watching you, unease brewing in your chest again. You turn around quickly, but no one is there, just the sound of Steve working in the background.
Back to the sink you finish filling up the glass, looking up at the window above the counter. Your reflection looks back.
You drop the glass, hitting the stainless steel with a shattering fall.
Behind you, in the dark of the dining room, is exactly what you’d feared you’d see.
Standing there. Idle. Watching you.
A man in a mask.
You freeze, sharp breaths puffing out of your nose, heart rattling in your chest. You shut your eyes tight and count to three, opening them again only to let out a blood curdling shriek at the reflection – he’s still there, just closer.
You grab the trophy and turn around with abandon while Steve bursts in through the side door.
“What’s happening, what’s going on?!” he asks, running in.
“There’s – there’s there’s, there’s someone in the – in the house – in the house!” You gasp out in stuttering breaths, tears pouring down your face.
“Who?! Whose in the house?!” he asks, brows raised, frazzled.
“A man!” you screech, “The man! The man in the mask!”
“Fuck, fuck,” Steve huffs, rifling into the drawer for a kitchen knife, “Stay here – stay right here and call the police.”
You watch him walk toward the living room, “Steve don’t! Don’t! We have to g-get out!”
“Baby – just call. The. Pol–”
“My first lover,
My first lover,
He was always talking tryin to bring me down,
But I was not waiting for a white wedding gown...”
The music blares again, so loud it’s disorienting. You scream, eyes blurry with tears while you walk backward to the corner of the kitchen by the fridge where a house phone sits on the wall. Shaking you reach for it, watching as it clatters clumsily to the floor.
“Are you calling?!” Steve asks, fear lacing his own voice while he slams the stereo off, “What the fuck is happening?!”
“I’m c-calling!” you yell back, seeing him come back into the kitchen with his chest heaving. You reach down for the phone only to realize, to your horror, that the cord is cut, “I – baby I…”
“Shit,” Steve huffs, “M-my phone, where’s my cell?”
“Upstairs I – oh my fucking god,” you freeze, eyes big and glassy when you see him, the man in the mask.
“Wh-what?” Steve asks, slowly turning around, “Oh fuck, fuck. L-look man, hey – I – I don’t want any trouble.”
The man stands there, masked head tilting when he takes a step forward.
“D-do you want money? Something? My car? Anything man – I swear.”
The slow step becomes a full steam ahead, another screech pouring out of you while you see his gloved hand reach for Steve. You cover your head in your hands, shaking, wondering how you can make it from here to the garage unscathed – you brace for Steve’s broken scream.
But instead.
A laugh.
Two.
Two laughs.
Two very familiar laughs.
“Why would I want your car when you can’t even fix the fuckin’ break pads?” Eddie’s muffled voice echos from behind the mask. He pulls it off, taking a breath, “Fuck, that things hot.”
“I fixed them just fine,” Steve hisses in faux annoyance.
“H-huh?” you look up with tear streaked cheeks, “Wh-what is this?”
“Oh honey, we didn’t mean to scare you that bad,” Steve coos.
“It’s just me, babydoll,” Eddie smiles, voice gentle, “It’s me.”
“What the fuck?” you ask, still against the wall by the fridge with your heart hammering.
“S’just a prank honey, we were just fucking with you,” Eddie says softly, taking a step toward you that makes you flinch, “Hey…you okay?”
“No Ed, I’m not fucking okay,” you bark, “What is wrong with you? With both of you?”
“We didn’t think you were gonna get so freaked out, angel,” Steve sighs, “I’m sorry. We’re sorry.”
“Are you mad?” Eddie pouts, putting the mask on the counter.
“Yeah,” you nod, standing up, “I’m fucking mad. And I’m sure the neighbors are gonna call the fucking cops from all the screaming and yelling.”
“Babe, hey, c’mon it was a joke,” Steve’s shoulder slump when you brush past him, “Let’s just get cozy upstairs, okay? We can all go to bed.”
“Fuck you,” you huff, stomping up the stairs, “Both of you.”
They follow you like puppies up the stairs, closing in on you when you make it back into the bedroom. Soft apologies and kisses to your cheeks, surrounded by them – their hands, their hair, their scent. Slipping around you like snakes, but sweet – anything to hypnotize you out of how mad you are.
“Don’t be so pouty,” Steve coos, peeling off his shirt, “You’re okay, we won’t do it again.”
“We’ll never do it again, I promise,” Eddie mumbles into a kiss by your ear, already down to his boxers, “We’re awful, we’re so awful.”
Your knitted brows and sour pout stick while they do their best to get you to break, but it’s not until Eddie’s lips catch on that spot just below the hinge of your jaw that you let out a soft gasp.
“There she is,” Eddie smirks into the next flick of his tongue and graze of his teeth, teasing the spot until your face relaxes.
“C’mon,” Steve whispers, tugging your t-shirt over your head, “Let us make it all better, hm?”
“Lay down, sweetheart,” Eddie encourages while you get to the edge of the mattress. The comforter was still in the mess you left it in when you woke up from your dream. Despite your anger you do as he asks, not protesting while he slips your shorts and panties off without a second of hesitation.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he smirks, “Just how you like it.”
Your thighs part for him on their own accord, barely waiting a second before his mouth makes contact with your already slick center. You whimper and Eddie smiles into your cunt, slurping around your clit to get you stimulated quickly. Can’t be mad if you can’t think straight.
“Mmm, Ed like that,” you whine out, hips rolling up against his mouth.
“Already so wet for us, sweet thing,” he brags in a low voice, “Maybe you like bein’ scared.”
“No I – uhn…mmm…”
Eddie’s first two fingers slip in with little resistance, coaxing soft needy moans out of you with each pump, each soft tease of his tongue. He lets out a dreamy sigh while your legs pull up to your chest, revealing more of yourself to him. He busies his mouth while looking over the expanse of your body, watching Steve lean in to kiss you.
Your hand entwines in Eddie’s hair, scratching at his scalp softly while he wraps his arms around your thighs. He could eat you all night.
“I know you’re not kneeling closer to me so I’ll suck you off,” you stare up at Steve in disbelief.
“I uh…well,” Steve bites his lip, redness building on his cheeks. He looks down at you, kneeling by your face on the mattress with his cock in his hand, stroking slowly. His chain glints in the low light from the sconces above the bed, catching in his chestnut hair – too handsome, it was unfair.
“You want me to suck your dick after all that? You think you deserve it?” you ask, eyes rolling when Eddie’s fingers curl up against you – letting out a sinful moan.
“Well when your mouth hangs open like that,” Steve chuckles coolly. He leans down again to capture you in a kiss, stroking himself while he does. He nuzzles your nose when he breaks away, “You wanna sit on my face?”
Your breath catches, nodding eagerly.
“M’kinda in the middle of something,” Eddie says from between your thighs.
“Well you can be in the middle of somethin’ else, Munson,” Steve grins while you change positions to him lying on his back. Your legs straddle over him, ass in his face while you look down the rest of his body.
Steve pulls you down firmly, tongue gliding between your folds in a slow back and forth at first, pushing his face in it. You yelp when he flicks his tongue over your swollen, sensitive clit; thighs twitching while he finds his rhythm.
“Hmm, you’re close, aren’t you?” Steve teases while pulling away for air.
“Y-yes sir,” you sigh back, hips bouncing gently against his mouth for more friction.
Eddie pulls his boxers off, tossing them on the floor and reaching for a forgotten scrunchy on Steve’s dresser to pull his hair back. He crawls back onto the bed, giving you a soft kiss, “You look so pretty right now.”
“Thank you,” you whisper against his full pink lips, kissing him back. You lean down with him, watching as he kisses Steve’s stomach, right by his happy trail, taking his cock in his ringed hand. A glob of spit falls from his mouth, working Steve’s shaft with a precision only another person with one could have.
Steve groans into your pussy, louder when Eddie takes the tip in his mouth. Your mouth waters against your better judgment, body betraying you when you lean forward onto your hands to meet Eddie at Steve’s cock. You kiss again, both tongues flicking together over Steve’s swollen head making him whimper between your legs. You both let your lips graze his length, leaving wet kisses in their wake before Eddie takes over again. You gather his curls so you can watch him, the visual sending you right over the edge when he starts to touch himself in time.
“Good girl,” Steve coos softly, evidence of your orgasm on his chin while you shimmy off his face.
Eddie comes back up with a breathy smile, hazily letting them direct you while Steve pushes up to sit against the pillows propped up on the head board.
“Think you should get filled up, pretty girl,” Steve says softly, “You wanna?”
You nod, straddling Steve, letting his hands skate over the tops of your thighs while you let yourself sink down onto him. His head thuds back against the headboard, eyes closing when your walls snuggly fit around him – warm and wet.
“Think you can do both?” he asks, pulling you in so you’re chest to chest.
Your brow quirks, “We do that all the time.”
“No, no, baby,” Eddie smirks, coming up behind you, “Both of us in the same place.”
Your head turns around, looking down at Eddie’s length in his hand, thinking about how thick Steve is inside you already while he thrusts up lazily.
“S’not gonna fit,” you hesitate.
Eddie kisses your shoulder, “I think we can fit, just keep bouncin’ on Steve for me.”
“You like to watch?” you wink while looking back at him, finding a cadence that makes the fat of your ass shake.
“You know I do,” he replies, voice low and gravely – it hits the pit of your stomach. Steve signals Eddie to come forward, crawling up over one of his thighs.
“You can do it, babe,” Steve encourages, holding you in place, “You’re already soaked.”
You feel him push in, one hand on your lower back while the other guides his length to aid in pressing over Steve. You let out a low groan, sweat beading at your hairline while your eyes nearly cross from the stretch. Your brows pinch together, mouth hanging open in that desperate way that makes Steve primal with need.
“Ooh, does that feel good, baby? Does it feel good?” he asks, voices light and sing-songy.
“Y-yeah, oh – oh fuck -” you huff when Eddie does a slow practice thrust, to see where you’re both at. Eddie moans once he finds the pace, unforgiving fingers clutching you for balance.
Steve chuckles at your face, forefinger and thumb reaching under your chin to press into your cheeks.
“F-fuck I’m so…I’m so, sssooo…”
“Sssoooo full. That’s right, so full, aren’t you honey?” he grins, mocking you now with a little shake to your face, “Look at you. You like that? You like gettin’ filled up like this?”
“Yeah,” you whine while Eddie starts a steady pace, both men grunting at the pleasure of you tightening around them. The slide of themselves against each other makes Steve’s breath hitch when his hips cant upward in time.
“Shit, Ed,” Steve grunts, fingertips sinking into your hips. He huffs a laugh, shaking his head while he presses a wet kiss to your neck, “Fuck.”
“Yeah? S’my dick nice, pretty boy?” Ed winks down, hand entwining in your hair at the root while the other cruelly grips you at the waist. You’ll feel that grip tomorrow, both of them – party favors for the pleasure you’re feeling now.
Steve nips at your neck, listening to your panting, your whines – at this rate you look like you don’t even know your own name. You start to falter, leaning down into him while your arms give out, face finding home in the crook of his neck and the dying scent of his cologne.
“Hey, you still mad at me?” Eddie asks breathily. Your scalp screams in a delicious sting when he pulls you up by your hair, back arching deep to make you face him. You struggle against it at first, tilting your head down to look at Steve whose tongue has flicked out to tease one of your nipples.
“Look at daddy, honey,” he chastises in a low heated tone, teeth grazing the hardened bud, “Look up at daddy.”
Eddie’s laugh is low, bubbling from his tummy when you finally relent, leaning your neck back to look at him. Even upside down he’s pretty – hair falling mostly out of the scrunchy he stole, leaving messy curls wild around his face.
“You still mad at me, babydoll?” he grunts out, “You still mad?”
His free hand reaches around to cup your jaw, leaning in to give you a hungry kiss. He growls into it, pumping deeper in short thrusts. A choked moan pours out of you when they move in tandem, Steve sliding out while Eddie slides in.
“Aw, you don’t look mad,” he taunts. Another kiss before his face hovers over yours, grinning, pleased with himself, “You look so gone, holy shit.”
“M’n-not m-mad anymore, daddy,” you nearly cry, voice tight, “Fuck – harder.”
“Harder?” his brow quirks, “You hear that Steve? She wants it harder.”
“Yeah, I heard her,” he grunts, “Give her back to me.”
Eddie lets go of your hair without a thought, dropping you into Steve’s chest like a rag doll. He props you up above him, his big hand around your jaw this time while Eddie keeps both his tight on your waist for leverage. With as much strength as you can muster you hold yourself up on your forearms, limply bouncing forward with each thrust.
“You want it harder, pretty girl?” Steve asks, looking up at you – his own eyes are blown, completely flushed from double the pleasure.
“Pl-please,” you huff, “Please, sir.”
“Hmm, you know I like when you say that,” he grins, “Ask again.”
“Please fuck me harder, sir,” your eyes roll when you feel Eddie’s chest against your back, both of them closing in on you.
“So good,” Steve breathes, “That’s a good girl.”
You feel the tickle of Eddie’s curls on your shoulder while he leans over you to get to Steve, wrapping a hand in his auburn hair to pull him up for a deep kiss. You listen to them, watching while their eyes flutter closed, pace picking up inside you while their tongues fight each other for dominance – ending in heated smiles, always a draw. Nose to nose they watch each other, your face to the side on Steve’s chest.
“Spread her open for me, Harrington,” Eddie mumbles against his lips, leaning in for another greedy kiss before making the move to push up off your back.
Steve pulls him back down eagerly, bicep flexing while he holds Eddie by the back of the head for another searing kiss, “Spread her open, huh? Like you do for me?”
“Shut up,” Ed flushes, biting his lower lip while he looks down at him before pressing his lips to your cheek and pushing up. He holds you in place with one hand on the dip between your neck and shoulder, the other grazing down to your upper back.
Steve hands slide down to your ass, gripping hard to spread you open from the bottom. With a little more space, Eddie’s pace quickens, your breaths punching in scattered rhythm when Steve plants his feet on the mattress to fuck up into you.
“Ohmygod, oh my god fuck,” you cry out, “I c-can’t I’m gonna…oh fuck, I’m so – I’m so close don’...don’stop please.”
“That’s it angel,” Steve encourages, “You’re doin’ so good.”
“So good, baby,” Eddie adds on gruffly, “Really t-takin’ it.”
Steve let’s go of one ass cheek to cup your face, thumb tracing over the supple skin in welcome gentleness. You lean down in a tired slump, lips marrying his – the mint of his mouthwash still on his tongue when it slides into your mouth. He groans through it, hips stuttering – adding more rigid stimulation against his cock while they both thrust deep inside you.
You nearly go dumb when they both hit the same spot, clamping down over both of them while you see white. Tears well in your eyes while they fuck you through it, babbling like you’re possessed when the pleasure teeters on becoming too much past your orgasm.
“Sh-shit oh, angel that’s it – fuck that pussy’s so..mmm -fuck,” he grunts, pressing his hips up against you while you feel him spill inside.
“Oh god,” Eddie whimpers out, the warmth from Steve’s release coating over his cock, making it slicker. Steve eases out, kissing you passionately while you suddenly feel empty without them both stretching you to the brim.
“Get on your back for me, sweetheart,” Eddie instructs, soft and needy, “Wanna see you.”
They gently get you on your back, back to soft kisses and touches like before. Eddie can tell you’re already two deep, not wanting to get you past the point of feeling good – and you’re close.
“Can you take some more?” he asks, running his knuckles over your cheek, “It’s okay if you can’t.”
“I can do it,” you rasp out, chuckling a little, “I’m very brave.”
Eddie laughs, caging you in under him with Steve pressed to your side, “So brave, babydoll.”
“I’ll go slow,” he nuzzles into your neck, bangs brushing against your ear, “M’still sorry.”
The three of you lay there under the sheets, collecting your breaths on the come down. Steve’s fingers are laced with yours while he lays on his stomach, Eddie’s hand rests on your waist while he lays on his side.
“I have to pee,” you frown into the quiet.
“Go pee,” Steve murmurs, half asleep into the pillow.
“I can’t.”
“Why?” Steve’s eyes open.
“I’m too scared,” you whine, “I don’t wanna go by myself in the dark.”
Steve lets out a famous Harrington sigh, “Do you need me to come with you?”
“And do what? Yell at me to call the police if something bad happens?”
Eddie giggles, stretching out on the bed, “She’s got a point Harrington.”
“Eddie’s right, they’d outsmart you so fast,” you shrug, “Will you both come with me?”
“Yeah,” they huff in unison, shuffling out of the covers and lazily finding their bottoms on the floor. They lead you down the hallway, feeling much better with both of them flanking your sides.
And it helps of course, that they turned all the lights on.
Something something you meet Robin at Smith College in an art program, and decide to come to Hawkins with her over spring break. You finally get to meet her best friend she hasn’t stopped talking about, and much to your surprise he’s a middle school little league coach. You don’t have anything in common with him, and he’s the opposite of your type, but the chemistry between you is so palpable, you’re tempted to make a big mistake and act on it. :)
Here I am back on tumblr the night of the finale. I wish it was because I had some new writing to share or even just to yap, but instead I'm in here because the lowest scum of the fandom, a plagiarist decided to stick their head out of their hole and steal my friends fic.
Let me just tell you I know @loveshotzz irl and she gets served up more than her share of shit from this world but she keeps going with grace and ntegrity. Then in her spare time she writes. She writes for us. She agonizes over every word in every scene because she wants to bring you something special. Something that might take your mind off your own struggles in this hellscape.
The crazy thing is that's so fucking blatant. Can you imagine what kind of shit a person like this must try to pull in real life?
Please turn off your outside lights and pull in your welcome mats. Circle the wagons. Turn your back and don't interact. Shut people that steal content out of the fandom. Don't let them find community or a home here.
A quiet evening in, having drinks with your boyfriend and his roommate leads to a tempting proposal.
Part 1 of 2? WC: 1367 TW: kissing, voyeurism, alcohol
Sugar and smoke cling to your tongue as a frozen fire burns in the back of your throat. Warmth spreads inside you, sending a shiver to your skin. Lip gloss coats the rim of the tall shot glass when you place it on the scarred coffee table next to the bell-shaped bottle. Your tongue collects the remnants from your lips as you lean back, melting into the lean chest of your boyfriend behind you.
“I don’t know how you two drink that stuff,” Steve grimaces, rotating the crystal tumbler full of whiskey in his hand. His other arm is wrapped around your waist, his big hand splayed high on your thigh, toying with the edge of your skirt where you sit with one leg tucked beneath the other.
The dim light from the lamp casts a golden hue through the living room, accentuating the haze of the evening. Eddie, sprawled out on your other side, smirks as he watches you. His dark eyes glint with amusement and something else—something that has your stomach clenching.
“‘Cuz it tastes like candy,” you explain, leaning forward to run your thumb over the plump bottom lip of the chocolate-eyed boy, brushing off a gold flake only to have the wet tip of his tongue peek out and chase your finger.
Steve’s skeptical snort vibrates against your back.
“It’s not so bad,” Eddie murmurs, voice low and steady, as his unwavering gaze holds yours. Your inhale is sharper than usual, and his eyes flicker away, dropping to the floor before searching the room.
"Don't listen to him." Steve's lips are warm on your ear. "He never drank that shit before I started bringing you home." He places a kiss on your temple before trailing his lips lower, tilting your head to find the spot that has your toes curling into the carpet.
A moan so soft it’s barely above a whisper finds its way past your lips. Eddie's gaze snaps back to you. His eyes flare as he smooths his palm down his jean-covered thigh.
Heat rises from your neck to your cheeks, not entirely due to Steve or the liquor. You clear your throat with a shallow breath. “Well, I like having someone to take shots with me.” Leaning forward, you reach for the bottle, dislodging Steve’s lips as you fill the two glasses to the brim.
You nudge the other glass toward Eddie, looking up at him from under your lashes. The way his stare follows your movements has a shy smile tugging at your lips.
A huff comes from behind you. “Not that we mind you third-wheeling it, Munson, but it might be nice if you had a date every once in a while,” Steve says, downing the rest of his glass.
When you first met the roommates at a bar on campus, it was Eddie who was the shameless flirt. But after a few weeks, it hadn't amounted to anything. So when Steve asked you out, it was an easy yes. A few months later, and Eddie still hasn't brought anyone home. Steve has mentioned a time or two that he still isn't over the last girl who broke his heart.
Eddie scoffs, rolling his eyes as he reaches for the glass. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll work on that,” he mutters, his fingers brushing yours briefly as he takes the shot.
“I’m serious man…”
A sour taste fills your mouth and you down your shot hoping the cinnamon will overpower its bitterness.
“We were just talking about it the other day. It would be nice to see you with someone new. Instead of sitting around here shooting brooding looks at the plant.” Steve gestures at the potted fern you brought over a few weeks ago.
“I don’t brood.” Eddie places his glass back on the table with a little more force than necessary.
“Dude, you're like the poster child for 80’s rock ballads. Look, we just want to see you happy. Isn’t that right, angel?”
“Yeah,” you breathe, meeting his gaze, “I want you to be happy, Eddie.”
The look he gives you in return is heavier than you can hold. Your eyes lower to your hands twisting in your lap. “Isn’t there anyone you like?”
The air is trapped in your lungs while you wait for him to answer.
“No.” His reply is quiet but firm, making you swallow hard.
“Well, maybe it’s time to–” Steve makes a clicking sound with his tongue, “–Get back on the horse. Stop waiting on Miss Right and find Miss Right Now.”
“Yeah.” Eddie’s shoulders slump as his gaze drifts, “Maybe you’re right.”
“I know I am. We’ve all been there before. All you need is a little confidence boost,” Steve’s hand squeezes your thigh, “Maybe you can help him out, angel?”
Eddie’s mouth drops open as he sucks in a breath. Your head whips around, eyes impossibly wide as you stare at Steve.
“What?” Steve asks his face the picture of innocence. “Oh,” he says after a moment, the light in his eyes turning on. “I meant maybe you could introduce him to one of your friends.”
Your shoulders relax, but tension still simmers in your stomach. Eddie clears his head with a shake, a quiet chuckle escaping his throat as he reaches for the bottle.
“I mean unless you two were up for it,” Steve throws out, leaning closer.
Eddie freezes his knuckles turning white as he grips the bottle.
“Steve!!” You react the way a nice girl should but shock doesn't explain the heat pooling low in your belly or the dampness in your underwear.
“You told me you think he's‐”
You muffle Steve's next words by slapping your hand over his mouth, but he pries your fingers off and turns to Eddie, “She thinks you're hot.”
“I said cute,” you correct, but the clarification doesn’t stop Eddie’s lashes from lowering bashfully or the rose blooming on his cheeks.
“Same thing,” Steve grips your chin, turning your face towards him. “And anyone with eyes can see how beautiful you are. I’ll never forget how damn lucky I am to have you.”
His mouth is an irreverent caress of lips and tongue that has your heart swelling. Your thumb traces the twin freckles on his cheek, his hazel eyes lit up with warmth for you that he's never attempted to hide.
“So let me get this straight,” Eddie's gravelly voice cuts through the moment. “You, Steve Harrington, are offering for me to make out with your girlfriend?”
“You're my best friend, dude. I trust you. Besides,” His index and middle finger run along the bare skin of your arm, raising goosebumps in their wake. “I've always liked to watch.”
“You've never told me that,” you can't hide the surprise in your voice.
“You never asked,” he replies with a wink. He searches your face as his fingers continue their journey, lightly tracing your collarbone, down the swell of your breast, and over the hard outline of your nipple. “There are so many things I want to do with you. We haven't even scratched the surface.”
In the span of a breath, you’re clutching at the front of his shirt, your lips crashing together in a way that’s only happened behind closed doors. One hand tangles in your hair, heavy breaths and the wet sounds of your mouths fill your ears. His other hand seems to be everywhere, leaving little fires under your skin.
Eyelids heavy, you follow his hands as he turns your jaw toward Eddie. “Look at him, angel. He wants you. Don’t you, Eddie?”
Eddie’s dark eyes are almost black, his pupils blown wide, a flush heating his skin. “Yes,” he admits, loosening his grip on the couch to run a hand through his hair. “Fuck.” He looks away, then his gaze locks with yours. “I do. I want you.”
The flames in you rise, chasing the butterflies into taking flight. Your breath catches, lips parting.
“It’s your decision,” Steve’s lips are at your ear. “You say no and it all stops. It’s over. Forgotten. Just say the word and we’ll give you anything you want.”
Eddie sits with tension pulling his shoulders tight, the muscles in his neck cording. His lip is caught between his teeth, his expression unguarded, eyes a silent plea, hoping not to regret his confession.
The solitary word crystallizes on your tongue, the sweetness of your drink turning it sticky, making it impossible to pass your lips.
The static charge freezes the air. Steve's fingers tease under the edge of your shirt, drawing circles on your hip. His question is soft but insistent. “So, angel, what’s it going to be?”
Thanks for reading! Let me know if you want a second part. Torn's chapters are just so big, I wanted a break with something short and sweet.
