Cherries & Lace / Chapter I
summary: I Felt inspired to make a story based on the 1994 film Threesome, it actually had a well-written storyline. It will be my spin on the film, so..Enjoy! This is also going to be a series, which means- It will take some time to get to the steamy shit-...
warnings: Bi! 18+, threesome (Of course), phone sex, fucked awake (half-asleep), sneaky link, concupiscence, sapiophillia, being attracted to someone you can't seem to have, cunnilingus, public teasing, paraphilia, risky sex.
Word Count 5,034
It took you a long, stressful month and a half to finally get a spot in the dormitories of H.U. You missed home already but college to you is about finally expressing yourself the way you couldn't in high, and to do that, you needed your own space. Hell, you loved living with Nan and her army of strays, but even you got sick of the cat hair and gran's nagging.
Once you enter the dormitory, you are greeted by a woman around your age who introduces herself as "Carol. You must be new here.." She scoffed as she nodded her head down to the luggage you struggled to keep in your hands and arms. "Congrats, you can see. Can I have my room key now?"
With a roll of her eyes, she looked off to the side to click through the computer as her friend, who was lying back in the computer chair, feet kicked up on the table, eyeing you. That Hubba Bubba bubble she worked so hard to make, popped in seconds. And god, does she chew like a llama... But, at least she was easy on the eyes with that short, curly bob of hers.
It took Carol having to clack her freshly painted nails in your face to draw your attention back to her. "Fuck, made me smudge them- You're in room 246...Good luck.." Sliding the room key over to you, your eyes narrowed with aggravation.
Obviously...You couldn't grab the key because of your full hands, but she only smiled at you like the bitch that she is. Before you could complain, her friend quickly stood to lean over the counter. Her hand was quick to snatch up the key and hold it up.
You could tell she wasn't thinking, rolling your eyes, you took the key between your teeth and then turned on your heels. Your heavy, black boots squeak against the tile floor. Once you disappear into the elevator across from the desk, you and the other student's eyes meet for a small moment but you quickly turn your head away just as the doors shut.
Carol broke through the awkward silence with a disgusted look on her face as she sat back in her own seat, "Absolutely not, Stacy." "What? I'm just lookin'-" "Whatever... You and I both know you don't 'just look'."
You can only thank god that the door to the dorm was already slightly ajar once you got there, you could hear some commotion going on from one of the...Two bedrooms you spotted on the right side of the dormitory, that skank... She didn't warn you that it would be a triple-bedroom dorm.
Just as you hear the obnoxious laughter of a guy and the turn of a knob, you rush into your new room and slam the door behind you. Dropping your bags on the ground with a sigh and locking the door.
You weren't fast enough though, because you could hear the same voice muffled outside the door. "Guess we finally got us a new roommate, Munson." "Really? Damn it, I wanted to turn that into-" "A DnD Dungeon room... Yeah, you said that already, nerd.."
You spent the next few days being careful, sneaking out, or waking up earlier than your roommates to avoid having any awkward convos. But from what you could hear at night when they are up and about, they are pretty funny to listen to.
But you were starting to feel grimy and running across the campus to the gym was not exactly on your bucket list. With a sigh, you placed your ear to the door to listen out for the other two. Thankfully, they sounded pretty busy with a heated argument over which fictional monster chick in the Munson guy's comic book has the biggest rack.
Rolling your eyes, a smirk couldn't be helped as it snuck up upon your lips. Pushing off the door, you move back to dig through your suitcase you were too lazy to unpack, to fish out your Specimen tee and black, lace panties with a tiny, golden charm, shaped like a pair of cherries dangling from the little white bow on the waistband, and your towel, stained from many hair dye experiences.
Once you figured the coast was clear, you pushed your bedroom door open, though it wasn't necessary, you tip-toed towards the bathroom. The thought of having a warm shower after so long clouded your mind as you wasted no time to get undressed. Tossing your black button up to the ground, kicking your jeans off along with them. gently shutting the door behind you.
After about a few minutes, the room grew foggy with the steam of the warm water, and once it hit your skin, you were in heaven. You stood there, letting it run down your body, not once reaching for the shampoo. The feeling of a warm shower you've deprived yourself of for what felt like days washed away down the drain as you let out a relieved sigh and tilt your head back. Eyes tightly shut, cupping your hand over your chest.
Eventually, you mentally instructed yourself to get washed up. If only you had been thirty minutes earlier because once you bent over to check the few bottles of masculine wash leaning up against the wall on the shower rack, the door to the bathroom swung open. Fuck, you'd forgotten that the guys had been complaining about the bathroom lock being broken the day you showed up.
And now, here you are, completely in the nude, standing straight up like a deer caught in headlights as you cup your chest yet again, but this time to shield yourself. Stumbling in with that obnoxious laugh of his was Steve. Dodging a crushed-up beer can, he shook his head, looking down at his own crotch to fidget with his jeans.
Remaining completely still, you didn't utter a word as he fought with his zipper to get himself free, your shock turning into intrigue as you watched on. Wow. His sheer size was enough to bring a small smirk to your lips, you couldn't draw your eyes away.
"You'd think when you become someone's roommate, you'd introduce yourself, man. Me and Eds' almost thought you had died in that room of y-.."
Just as he had finally raised his head to finally see the guy who'd kept sneaking out to avoid him and "Eds" for the last week, his eyes widened. Shocked yet captivated by the way the water trickled down your ebony skin, he tried to gather his words. "..You..you-"
Once is eyes moved to meet yours, he was hesitant but quickly turned himself away from intrigued gaze. You couldn't help but hum out a giggle, gently chewing on your lower lip.
"You're... A chick-?" "Well, I'd prefer lady. I'd also prefer it if you'd let me finish my shower...Alone..? Unless staring is your way of askin' to join me? In which, I don't mi-.."
Before you could get your words out, he backed up against the bathroom door and swung it open. With a hard swallow, he looked away, his body full of nervous jitters as he shoved himself back into his boxers. Scurrying out like a scared puppy, its tail tucked between its legs. Tripping over the jeans he forgot to zip up.
With a shrug, you quietly laugh to yourself. Finishing up your shower, drying your hair, getting dressed...Then, retreating right back to your room. Not without meeting eyes with a nervous Harrington, who was filling Eds in with all the details of what just happened.
His voice dropped drastically in octaves as your eyes met to an almost whisper. Peeking out towards where Steve was looking, the metalhead looked you up and down, smirked, then wiggled his fingers your way. With a roll of your eyes, you scoffed as your smile fell. But the little interaction was cut short by Steve's nervous laughter as he slowly pushed Eddie's bedroom door shut.
"Whatever..." Heading into your room, you push your door before spreading out your arms for a dramatic effect, falling back onto your bed with a loud sigh. "This isn't gonna end well... Not at fucking- all..." Patting around, you tug up the remote, flipping through channels until you stop on one, playing reruns of Tales from the Crypt. "Do your worst, Creep...This is the most action I'm gonna get all fucking night..."
About a week had gone by, it was pretty fun for you though. The one and only Steve Harrington taking his own time to leave his room as per usual to avoid you. It made you chuckle with all the work he put in to avoid having to see you, but today was different.
You'd usually hear him bustling around the room or mumbling to Eddie about how he would go about his escape plan, but he was quiet. Too quiet. His escape plans always failed, with you waiting outside his door, and him stuttering his ass off before running out to do whatever it is he does. All you could hear was the lazy strum of guitar strings, a low hum following along. You'd never really spoken to Eddie one-on-one, but man, did the suspense kill you. Giving the door an almost lazy knock, you call out, "I know you're in there, Harrington! Stop actin' all shy, I don't bite-..That hard." Before you could even chuckle at your own, pathetic, little joke... The door was finally pulled open. And there sat that wild-haired metal head, Munson, who you learned is popular amongst the peers for all the wrong reasons.
Leaned back in a computer chair, with one boot planted firmly to the ground, the other dangling over the armrest of the chair, his slender hands occupied with a wild cherry guitar. "The damsel headed out early today, seems like you scared the guy that bad, Temptress." Ignoring the cheesy replica of Slash's hat tilted over the metalhead's eyes, you caught yourself staring at those slender hands of his, heavily ringed with D&D memorabilia. Oh, and that voice... His voice was oh so velvety, a hint of rasp to it. The type of voice that'll almost make a woman such as yourself, weak, at the knees. Almost. "Where'd he go? There aren't any classes today...-" Before you could get out another one of your questions, Munson flicked the hat up. Every small move he made only caused the chains and metal that were implemented into his look shake and clank about. "Whoa now, Miss. What's in it for me if I tell ya'?" "You don't get your piercings ripped o-...?" The pillow thoughts that clouded your mind cut short as you shook them away, your eyes squinting before drifting off to the hand-made wanted poster on the bedroom wall.
"...ut. Okay....- Anyway, just tell me, Munson." The hint of annoyance in your tone just made him scoff before a smile of acceptance sunk in. "Alright, alright. He went down to the media department, it's in the library. Shall I draw you a map, M'lady?" Spinning the hat with a flick of his wrist, he tilted it in your direction.
"Ugh.." You're not shy to show your disapproval with another roll of the eyes before you storm over to your bedroom. Once your door closed behind you, you shook the feeling of Munson's gaze off before digging through your suitcases for something presentable.
Settling on a short asymmetrical, black satin dress, a lace crop top, and black cat heels, you twist your box braids up into an intentionally messy side bun. A plaid black and white coat, satin gloves that move up to your forearms, and translucent tights tie it all together. A little fit you threw together in your head after many reruns of Heathers. Studying yourself in the mirror, you give your reflection a nod of approval before quickly slipping on your small heels and shuffling your way to the front door. Eddie hadn't yet shut his bedroom door as if he were waiting for your big reveal, a short whistle broke through the silence between you two. "Cat-calling? Very mature." "Would you rather I stop you from going to make a fool out of yourself in such a nice outfit...?" "Bite me." "Is that...a dare?" "Ugh-.." With that, you stepped out into the hallway, the door slamming behind you as the eruption of the metalhead's laughter muffled behind the door.
You shuffle your way out of the residence hall, a gloved hand swatting down to straighten the hem of the dress that was nearly cutting off the circulation of your legs as you ran. Well, shimmied. It was still a bit early on the campus, a few students heading towards the cafeteria, some lying under the trees and talking.
Once you reached the library, your hand raised to pull the door open, and were greeted by none other than, "Robin?" Your ex, Robin Buckley. "Fuck..." You mumble under your breath as your hand drops to your side. "Huh, never knew I'd ever run into you again. And two years later? Wow, you almost hit a streak." Robin scoffed with that smile she always wore around you, the one that tells you, "You've fucked up".
"And wow, you're all dressed up. Who's the lucky girl?" The acid in her voice was enough to melt half of your face to the bone, but you of course doubled down. With your arms folded, you look her up and down. "Can't a girl just dress nicely for herself once in a while, Buckley?" "To come to a Library...? Let alone, Hawkin's University's Library-? You've gotta be kidding me..." She was quick to clap back, rolling her eyes before turning her head slightly to get a glimpse of Steve in one of the media recording booths, narrowing her eyes, she slowly turned back to you. Your heel was clacking, and your face was agitated as if timing how long she had kept you captive outside. "You've gotta be kidding me, no fucking way..." "What?" "Pfft, hell no.." "Spit it out already-..." Lifting a hand, Robin pointed a thumb backward to motion to Steve who was deep into writing something in a notebook. Guitar in hand, hair brush to the side, the first button of his fitted tee loose... God.. "There's no way, it can't be true- You dressed up all nice for Harrington? Pfft-! Good luck." Robin wiped away a forming tear from holding in her laughter before giving you a rough pat on your lower back, sending you slightly stumbling towards the door.
"What is that supposed to mean, huh?" Robin's steps were in a happy, half-skip as she marched down the two steps of the porch, giving you a salute before turning on her heels to go whatever it is she does 'round here. To no use whatsoever, you still called out to her, Robin! What's that supposed to mean?" No answer. You scoffed then turned back towards the library doors, taking a deep breath as you peered in through the glass to see him, still lost in his writing before finally pulling a door open to let yourself in. With almost a glide, you flip out a pocket mirror to check your appearance before approaching the booth. Steve's concentration was cut short as he felt your presence, his voice muffled as he smiled. Raising his head to look through the glass. "Hey Rob's, you're back alre-..Fuck-" As if in a race, you both rush towards the recording booth's door. You reached it first, but he beats you in strength. Yanking it shut and locking it shortly after as he stares down at you from behind it. "Oh come on, Stevie- You can't stay locked in there forever-.." "Can, and I will."
You let out an agitated sigh as you jiggle the knob a few more times before tilting your head in mock disbelief. "Harrington." "Temptress." He calls you that same nickname Eddie rewarded you with, earning a scoff. "You're making a scene, you know that?" Steve shouted out to you, folding his arms as he backed up to lean against the table behind him. "Scene?" The words linger behind the glass as you walk up to it, mouthing a warning.
"You want a scene? Fine, I'll give you one." Clearing your throat, you turn to press your back against the glass. Clutching the sheer, lace crop, reaching a free hand to pull your braids loose from the messy bun you tied them into. Shutting your eyes before letting out a fake gasp, sliding down the door as Steve watches on in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing-.." He nearly shouted out but quieted himself into a whisper. "Oh, Harrington!" Not many of the peers share that name 'round here, and that's got Steve starting to sweat up a storm as he froze up, you took it as him waiting to see how far you'd go..So you continued, a hand sliding up to run up and trace the spaces between where your braids fell from your head as the other hand cupped at your chest. And now, you're here, making a fool of yourself as if you had no clue how to act in a damn library. That's how crazy he drove you. Sliding off your plaid coat is what came next, only giving him a peek of your shoulders before suddenly the sound of a lock was heard clicking loose. And in the next second, you fell backward with a thud onto the carpet of the recording booth after he'd yanked the door open. He's glaring, and you just stare. "What the fuck is your problem?" You're unsure of what else to say.
It took about a minute of silence before you spoke up, your voice growing a tad shaky. "Do, you hate me that much? Like- Am I unattractive or something?" "It's not that-.." "Then what the fuck is it, Steve?" "I just-...I'm not the same guy I was back in high-..Alri-?" "Whatever." You forced yourself to your feet after he offered a hand, which you swiped away before fixing the wrinkles in your clothing before storming out of the booth. It was starting to feel cramped on you as the tears that threatened to fall finally did. And there's Robin, leaning against a tree. She's been waiting to see how long it'd take for you to come running out, checking the invisible watch around her wrist. "Wow, ten whole minutes. New rec-!" "Can it! Just- Fuck off!" That was enough to shut her up, she almost looked hurt but just stepped back to let you continue your escape.
Your liner is running and your heels off in your hands, and just your luck, it's raining. The walk back to the dorm was a long one, your braids had slipped free from the loose ponytail you had kept in from all the running, drenched from the rain.
Once you finally made it to the dorm, he fought with the knob Eddie keeps forgetting to fix, before shoving yourself into the door out of impatience to get it open. Nearly losing your footing but quickly catching yourself, slamming the door shut behind you.
"Someone's finally home." A voice you couldn't stand to hear spoke up from behind the open door to the fridge, the sound of rummaging was heard for a moment before he continued. "Ah, there it is. Should still have a few days to go, yeah?" It was the deli lunch pack you thought you were smart enough to hide. "You better not fucking start, Muns-" When the fridge shuts, there he is. The insufferable asshole that you didn't want to run into twice in a day...
Beer in hand, towel wrapped tightly around his waist, his other hand was occupied with the art of sandwich crafting. His once messy locks, drenched and trailing down his chest and back, sinking to his semi-dry, surprisingly fit, body. Fuck, fuck no-.. I mean, like, god! When does a geek like him ever find the time to even remotely work out anyway-...
"You look like shit." Eddie chirped, hinting at your disheveled look, but when his eyes met yours, he could see the longing in your eyes. The desire, the confusion, the anger. "Fuck off..I'm gonna go shower..." Clearing your throat, you sniffle before quickly turning to head for the bathroom, what do you look like? Being attracted to a guy like that is off the table. Off the fucking table... Off-..You need him. You need- Those hands on you-... That piercing that he thinks he hides well, dragging up your sk-...
You didn't realize you were standing in place, hand on the bathroom door's knob, tightly gripping until your knuckles grew light. Lost in thought... Until Eddie cleared his throat to get you back to Earth. Once you turn back to face him, he motions to the brick phone lying on its side on the kitchen counter before him. "Steve called, something about you trying to seduce him again, then running away?" "None of your business." "Oh, but it is. You know, if you wanted to get off, you could always just tell me. Why chase Harrington around like some bitch in heat, pffft." Your eyes slightly widened at his bold words, you knew he was that bold to say such a thing to you. "Don't. Fucking. Call. Me. That." Stepping away from the door, you turn on your heels to stomp your way up to him, slightly shoving your hand against his chest, it wasn't enough strength to make him budge though.
"And I don't fucking want you, not now, not ever." You were lying, and he could tell by the way, your lower lips quivered, that you needed someone more than ever. That you needed a knight to swoop you up and save you, but he wasn't going to be that knight. No. The beast in you needed to be tamed, and he was going to fight fire with fire.
"Oh, I'm sorry for assuming, princess. Excuse my vulgarity." The liner still staining your tear-streaked cheeks only made you seem like even more of a goddess to him as you finally snapped. "You have no idea what I am capable of, Munson, no fucking idea! You think you're so high and mighty, but in reality-...You're just a sad, miserable ner-!" Your voice instantly swallowed but Munson crashed his lips into yours, dragging you into a searing kiss, and every time you tugged your head back to scream at him again, he only shushed you before crashing his lips back into yours. You couldn't do much but melt into it, your gaze losing its intensity as those calloused hands drew you closer to him. Your eyes fluttered shut as your hands found themselves sliding up to grip onto the other male's forearms, his touch alone was all your body was screaming for... Pulling himself back, Eddie gazed down at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. The feeling of his lips still lingering on yours, he hummed back a chuckle to not upset you after he's finally extinguished the fire.
"Now that you're calm, why not try askin' me for help?" "Why sho-" "Shh, you wan't the help, right?" He was right, and you hate that he was. But, fuck, he was so hot... "....Hnn, fucking- Fine, will you please-...help me, Munson-...?" You finally chirped up between the thinly pressed pout on your lips, but he doesn't buy it. "Help you with what, Temptr-..?" "Just fuck me already, you fucking idiot!" There it is, and before you could think, you're stumbling backwards into the now open bathroom. Lips trapped within a bruising kiss as his hands wasted no time to tug at the zipper on your dress. And in no time, at least that is what it felt like, you're pressed back against the wall of the shower with your hands running through his messy locks as he trailed peppered kisses down your skin.
The shower rushing with warm water only egging the two of you on, and finally, the sting of the metal from his tongue piercing is flicking over your clit. He loves those little noises you make when you're trying to fight the reality that he's the one making you feel so good.
But he's fighting his own battle, trying to keep himself from completely devouring your pretty little pussy whole, his mouth drooling with hunger as he slowly worked his tongue in and out of your aching slit then back over your clit when it seemed to be being for attention.
And between all of this, all you could managed to get out is a whispered.. "...Fuck, Eddie.." ,instead of you practically spitting out his last name as if it were a curse. That's what caused him to lose it, abruptly standing in silence. "D-Did I... say something-? Why'd you stop-..?" He didn't reply, just dropped his hands to grip at your sides and tug your lower half up against him. No need to guide himself, he was hard enough to shove right into your aching cunt. With a weak whine, you leaned your head back against the tile wall of the shower. His hips moving at a slow grind as he worked each inch into you, your legs already shaking from the size stretching you to fit him. "Say it again..." His eyes remained glued on yours as that smirk of his faded, leaving him a needy gaze. Rolling himself into you, slowly just to tease. Between a shaky pant, you choke out his name again before a gaspy moan is slammed out of you. He dragged his hips back only a short distance away from yours, slamming right back into your aching hole again and again.
He kept eye-contact, your eyes averted, but he trailed one of his hands up to turn your face back towards his. The heat of it all made his whispered nothings sound like gibberish as he slowly leaned in closer before taking over your lips in a feverish kiss. The next hour or so seemed to go on forever as Eddie gave you just what you needed, exactly what you both silently agreed that each other deserved to have, pleasure. Standing missionary was more intense than what you've seen in the tapes back at your old job, your legs were gonna give out at any moment and Eddie took notice of your knees buckling from the weight of your slowly weakening body.
Taking the time to slow down his thrust and the thumb that was now working overtime to flick and rub against your clit as the hand gently rubbed lovingly at your inner thigh, to take a seat on the floor of the shower, bringing you a long with him as his hands moved to quickly guide you down via hips. Just as quickly as his thrusts had stopped, they started to pick up again as he slammed himself up into you. Pulling back from the kiss to trail kisses and love bights along your collar and neck as he listened to the lovely sounds your sang out for him. The song specifically about him and him only with each, "E-Eddie! Oh, fuck!", you called out.
The knot of pleasure and a nearing release building up in both of your stomachs as you both practically clung to each other grew tighter as Eddie kept slamming up into you to his heart's content, a few thrusts later left you both a shuddering mess as he came ropes upon ropes into you.
For a moment, you both just sat there in each other's embrace as the wall of after glow slowly died down. He helped you wash up in silence. Your words, shaky between pants. "Y-You fucking idiot..Lucky..I'm on the pill-..." "Yeah, I knew that already...Pfft.." "Oh, fuck off-.." "You're really picking a fight now, after all of what I did for you?" Eddie murmured, false pout on his face before he chuckled at your scoff. Scrubbing shampoo into your hair to get the rain out of it. "Come on, Princess...Don't be like that..." His words were like smooth butter as he ghosted his lips over yours, but before he could kiss you, the phone rang. Quickly, you nearly stumbled to your feet as you got up off of his lap to rinse off and grab a nearby towel. "Don't even think about bringing this up, alright- This..was a one ti-" It rung again, you huffed then wrapped one of the towel around your waist, and another around your waist before rushing to answer the dorm phone. "What took so long , Ed-" "He's in the shower." "Oh- Uh..Hey then-" You could almost hear the awkwardness in his voice as he shuffled in place, absent strums of his guitar could be heard as well as a nervous hum. "How are you-..Uhm...Feeling- " "Good." "Okay- That's good- Uh.. Was just calling to ask what you guys wanted for din-" A sudden whimper as heard on your end of the line, Steve perked up from his seat on the table where you last left him. "Hey-? Are you still crying-?" "N-No..I'm- I'm not- I'm fi-"
Another whimper was worked out of you, you attempted to shoot a glare back at the culprit eliciting the noises from you but you let out a squeaky whine instead as you fought back another rising sound. His fingers reaching around you and under the towel to gently flick though your folds, still wet from washing up. Soon dipping into you to work you towards yet another orgasm. Your free hand slapping over your hand to muffle your noises as the other gripped tightly at the phone. And poor, oblivious Steve, is worried that he's let you run home and cry for the past two hours tells you that he is on his way back to the dorm to see about you. You. The one too occupied with his best friend to realize that he had hung up and was in the midst of running back with guitar and composition in hand. To be continued . . .
Been writing this damn thing for FOUR MONTHS and I am finally free of my own and off writer's block... Hope you all enjoyed reading a piece by me again!
