just read „Pinch Me, I Think I'm Dreaming“ & it was sooooo hot!
would you write reader x eddie x steve where she’s having a kind of fwb relationship with both of them but they don’t know about the other? like on some days she’s fucking steve on others she’s fucking eddie & they don’t know they’re not the only one.
and one day she’s going at it with eddie in his trailer & they totally forgot that steve & robin are about to come over for a movie. they get caught mid-fuck & robin leaves, while steve stays & it ends in a threesome?🤭
So...that's hot. Hope you enjoy! :)
Three's Have More Fun
Pairing: Henderson!Reader x Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington
wc. 4.0k
Summary: You honestly thought it wouldn’t get to this point, but here you were, fucking your two best friends. If only you could skip town and change your name... Warnings: 18+, smut, angst, friends-with-benefits, virginity loss, Steve and Eddie being completely in love with the reader (get in line, kings), fingering, pussy eating, unprotected sex, anal sex, threesome obv
divider by: @strangergraphics-archive
In all honesty, you weren’t sure how you ended up in this situation. You just wanted some experience, that’s it. You couldn’t fool yourself; it was true, you were a complete virgin. It wasn’t your fault; you just weren’t cool in high school. And bless your dear friend Eddie—a freak in high school —who accepted your hesitant request.
Maybe you should’ve told him with a little more warning.
“You want to lose your virginity to me?” His face was beet red; this must be a dream, but then again, you weren’t in a princess gown, nor he in knight attire (he was a dork).
“Is that a problem?”
He shook his head rather eagerly, “Of course not…I mean…are you sure?”
“I trust you…”
He nodded, nervously twisting his chunky rings, “Okay, just a one-time thing…”
He paused before, “But…you really mean it?”
You rolled your eyes as you tugged him by his wild mane. “Ow, ow, watch the hair…”
“Please Eddie…”
He looked at your sweet eyes, radiating pure lust. He gulped, watching as your coloured iris darkened to black. Oh shit, he didn’t need to be hesitant, not with you like this.
“Okay…shit, okay. Just lie back.” He mumbled, his hands brushing against your chest.
You smiled as you leaned back, your body lying against his flannel sheets. You felt safe, you felt happy; you knew you’d made the right choice.
He gently kissed down your neck, hands skimming across your torso. You pouted, letting out a disgruntled sound. Eddie just chuckled, kissing your lips. You moaned into the kiss as his hands came to stroke your cheek. He wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked, but he worried it would kill the mood.
He kissed you harder. You felt flushed as he let his tongue slip into your mouth.
He pulled back, much to your dismay. His hands began trailing down your thighs, gently letting the soft fabric of your pyjama pants ripple under his touch.
You knew you had to be patient because if not, Eddie was guaranteed to tease you.
But you couldn’t help, your eyelashes fluttered as you reached for his wrist, “Eddie…I need you.”
His eyes went wide; holy shit, he’d be remembering this moment for his midnight jerk-off.
“Course, baby…lemme take this off…” He tugged down your pyjama pants as he smiled at your pretty pink panties. “Oh, did you dress this cute for me?”
You huffed, your thighs opening wider. Eddie smiled gently, rubbing his thumb along the growing wet patch, “Pretty little pussy.”
Tugging your panties down, he gently blew over your folds. He watched you tense up, reaching for his hands, “Eddie…stop teasing.”
“Can’t help…you’re too pretty.” He licked a big stripe from your hole before suckling on your clit. You squeezed your eyes closed as your moans grew louder. “Eddie…oh.”
“Yeah, does it feel good?”
You babbled, hands reaching into his curls, “So good…so good.”
He started to push his fingers into your heat, your pussy clamping around them, “Oh, she’s so tight…I’ll help open her right up.”
He gently pushed further into you while sucking harder on your clit. A bubbling feeling was brewing inside you as your thighs began to shake.
“Eddie…I’m gonna…”
He had the widest grin on his face as he dove deeper into your pussy, thrusting his fingers deeper.
“Holy fuck…Eddie, I think…I’m gonna come.”
He watched the moment your body spasmed, milking out your aftershocks as he slurped up your juices. Your face was marred with pure ecstasy. You came down slowly, your breath heavy as you stared at him. “Eddie?”
He was distracted by licking his fingers, “Yeah?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Anything you say, princess.”
He hadn’t done anything else to tease you; he just gave you a passionate night. He told himself it was to help you learn; he didn’t want to take advantage of you. But by god, you wanted him to take advantage. You wanted him to tug your hair, kiss you sweetly, and help you sing your pretty noises. But it was evident that it wasn’t going to happen—one-time thing and all. So you’d keep all that pent-up sexual frustration that had been unleashed thanks to that one night with Eddie.
It was only a matter of time for that sexual frustration to boil over. It was madness; your filthy thoughts of Eddie bending you over, fucking you well into the dawn. It was too much; you couldn’t focus. You supposed that’s how Steve got involved.
Steve, the sweet boy whom your brother clung to, had his own history with you. In the heat of all the demodogs and mind flayers, you ended up making out with him. It wasn’t a one-night thing; it was several nights, and mornings; perhaps some afternoons. But none of it led anywhere, possibly because you couldn’t keep him interested. You chalked it up to his long-time feelings for Nancy and moved on.
Sure, Steve was a gentleman, but he had an annoying habit: preferring the window to the front door. This wouldn’t be a problem if not for the sexual exploration of getting yourself off. He knocked on your window like the smooth guy he was, shocked to find your one hand circling your clit and your other squeezing your tit underneath your tank. He could see the wetness that leaked from your hole, the way your pussy clenched. It was surreal and incredibly hot.
He gasped, head slamming against the window as you shot up, quickly grabbing a blanket.
“Steve, what the hell?”
He stared at you through the window, agape. It wasn’t until you opened it up that he spoke, “I…shit, was coming to give you that movie Dustin wanted…” His eyes were wide, his breath heavy. You and Steve stared at each other for a moment. Slowly, your embarrassment began to fade, and a raw desire bubbled through.
“Steve…” You began sultry.
“Uh-huh?”
You gently fluttered your eyelashes, reaching out for his hand, “Do you want to fuck me?”
His cheeks went bright red, his eyes darted around, “What? Of course not? That would be…so very inappropriate of me. You’re my friend, and…”
His speech trailed off as you let the blanket fall to the floor, revealing your naked body. You turned around, gently lying down on the bed, your eyes teasing him closer.
“Shit.” He mumbled.
You pouted at him, impatient. “Steve, come on….” There was a newfound confidence in you; you suppose your one night with Eddie had opened your sexual appetite.
You didn’t have to tell him twice; he leapt through your window and dove straight into your soaking folds. “Fuck…” You mumbled as his tongue circled your hole.
It was true, you lost your virginity with Eddie, then let Steve crawl through your window the next night. It’s not like you were doing anything wrong, despite the guilt weighing on your heart. You were having trouble sleeping; your head was full of filth and moans and—
“Y/N! It’s for you.” Dustin yelled from the other room.
You huffed, throwing off your blankets and heading towards the kitchen as you reached the phone, “Hello?”
“Princess, hey…”
Your eyes widened; just the boy you’d been dreaming of, “Eddie, what do I owe this pleasure?”
He nervously chuckled, hands twisting around the phone cord, “I know I said it was a one-time thing, but…god, can’t stop thinking about you.”
You bite your lip, “Really?”
“Can you come over tonight?”
One time, you should’ve known it would’ve been more; Eddie had an insatiable appetite. God help you, you’d awaken the beast.
“Oh fuck…” You cried as Eddie pounded into you again. His cock was slender, digging deep inside of you, brushing your cervix. If the first time was good, this was heaven. He shed some of his hesitancy, giving you passion inside.
He had been at it non-stop, wanting to make you feel good, and he was, fuck yeah, he was.
“Feel good, princess?” He asked, his hands caressing your hair as he slid in and out.
You could only muster out a nod. Eddie chuckled, watching as your eyes squeezed, just in time with his thick thrust.
“You take me so good, baby.”
You moaned, reaching for his hand. He smiled, grabbing your hand tightly, gently sliding one of his rings along your slender finger.
“Looks so pretty on you…”
You reached for his cheek, kissing him deeply, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He couldn’t help but whimper, “Oh shit…baby, I need to…I’m gonna.”
You stared into his eyes, squeezing your pussy tight, “I wanna see you come, Eddie.”
He gulped, his cock swelling inside you as his moans turned to desperate whines, “Oh fuck…pussy’s squeezing me so good…I’m coming, fuck.”
Eddie’s tally now came to two, and you hadn’t even thought about Steve. It had been a spur-of-the-moment; he caught you, and you were feeling horny. But with Eddie, you were friends with extreme benefits: you’d call him when your fingers weren’t enough and he’d stuff you full until you cried tears of pleasure. You figured it was just two friends helping each other, nothing Steve needed to know about.
You walked into Family Video, the bell chiming your arrival.
Robin smiled as she saw you, rushing over with her frantic words, “Y/N, perfect timing. We need you to settle an argument.
Steve groaned, his fists squeezed around the tapes, “Nuh uh, you’re not involving Y/N.”
You approached the counter, smiling sweetly, “Come on…I wanna help.”
Robin smiled at Steve, “See, dingus. Which movie is better, the superior Ghostbusters or the lame Footloose?”
Steve shook his head, “Don’t call it lame…”
You frowned softly, “I’m sorry, I haven’t seen either.”
Robin tapped her chin before chuckling, “My poor sheltered friend. I suggest movie night, Saturday…Eddie can bring the weed.”
Steve sighed, “I mean…if there’s weed.”
Robin wheeled the rental cart to the first aisle with a victorious walk. She went back to her work, beginning to restock the selection. Steve stayed at the front, his eyes fixed on you.
“Hey sweetheart…”
You smiled, shifting on your heels, “Hi Steve.”
You suddenly felt self-conscious about your outfit: wearing a big jean jacket you’d found in Eddie’s closet. But friends lent friends clothes all the time; your guilt was inclined to disagree.
He gently leaned in, tucking back your hair, “I had fun with you last week…”
Your eyes widened as you smiled; you forgot how handsome he was. You just wanted to pepper his pretty face with kisses.
“I did too.”
“My shift ends at 8, could I pick you up after?”
It seems in this moment you should’ve remembered your situation with Eddie; you know, the fact you were getting fucked every night. But that conveniently skipped your mind: it was just friends helping friends. You found yourself caving into his words. “I’d like that.”
He gently kissed your cheek, “See you then, beautiful.”
Steve picked you up at fifteen past eight, knocking on your front door, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You couldn’t help but stammer out a thanks, completely awe-struck by his kindness.
“I just wanted something as beautiful as you…”
He drove you to the drive-in, his hand holding yours the entire time. You were thankful for the privacy of his car, and the soft blanket he’d brought for you (he remembered how cold you got). You’d never been on a date before, and here Steve was being your first. You tried to remember all the old movie cliches, pressing yourself closer during the movie, hands brushed against each other as you reached for the popcorn.
All that movie magic seemed to help when your eyes locked; Steve looked at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.
The movie was nearly done when Steve trailed his hand down to your thigh.
Your breath hitched. Steve stopped, “Is this okay?”
You looked up at his caring eyes and nodded, “Please…keep going.”
He smirked, trailing his hand underneath your dress. He moved until he hit the lacy fabric of your panties, gasping when he felt your wet spot, “Shit, sweetheart…you’re soaked.”
You bite your lip as you open your thighs wider, suddenly feeling bold.
“What are you gonna do about it?”
Slipping the fabric to the side, his fingers darted through your folds. If Eddie’s fingers were skilled, Steve’s were big. You winced at the sloppy sounds of your wet pussy.
Steve shook his head, “You’re beautiful…you and your pussy.”
You had never felt this open before, with how easy it was for Steve to shove his fingers into your weeping hole. You craved it, you ached for it.
He groaned, bending his fingers and hitching them right up to your g-spot. You moaned, covering your mouth with your fist. “Don’t worry, baby…let it happen.”
The waves built up, teetering to crash, “Please…please.”
He kissed your lips as your orgasm weened, pleasure erupting through your stomach, “Steve, fuck…”
He fucked his fingers into you during your aftershocks, and kissed you gently when he was done. You looked up at him, fucked-out and flushed, “I need you to fuck me.”
His eyes widened as he looked up at the film, watching the credits roll. “I know a place.”
Your date turned into night, as you bounced on Steve’s cock in front of Lover’s Lake. You felt scandalous, with the fogged windows and Steve’s dirty words.
“You look so good bouncing on my cock…prettiest pussy ever.”
When Steve dropped you off, you kissed him goodnight. It wasn’t until you stared at Eddie’s ring on your bedside table that you began to feel wrong. It was all too much; it was only a matter of time before you lost both friendships. And for what, sex?
You had to remind yourself: both arrangements were casual, but Steve took you on a date while you spent every night at Eddie’s. You felt a tear drip from your eyes as you curled yourself to sleep; what had you done? It was only a matter of time before you slipped up.
You hadn’t been getting much sleep recently, and it wasn’t because of your dirty dreams. You felt the guilt weighing more, and imagined just how easily it would be for you to run away, start a new life. Yet, in the midst of changing your identity—you had been contemplating a haircut—Eddie called.
It was Saturday, the day of your Ghostbusters movie night, but you were too wound up to remember. When Eddie called, you pulled on a cute skirt, which you should’ve known would be your undoing.
“Hey, princess.” He smiled as you sat beside him on the couch.
“Hi Eds…” You said, your eyes darting elsewhere.
His eyes softened, reaching for your hand, “Is everything alright?”
You looked up, seeing the sincerity in his eyes before you began to cry, “No…it’s not.”
He held you tight, wiping your tears, “It’s okay, baby…talk to me.”
You shake your head, pressing your head into his chest.
“It can’t be that bad…”
You looked up at him, with your red-rimmed eyes, “I’m a horrible person…I’ve been sleeping with Steve, too.”
You expected him to get mad, to storm out, but instead he smirked, “Oh?”
You couldn’t look at him, your hands pressing against your face, “I’m so sorry…I feel awful—”
“Princess…I’m not upset.”
You looked up from your hands, “You’re not?”
Eddie shook his head, “We’re just having fun, right?”
You nodded, “I guess…”
He smirked as his hand curled against your skirt, “Can’t blame a pretty girl for having fun.”
You underestimated how horny a man Eddie was.
He had you pressed against the couch, skirt on, revealing your pretty pussy as he slid into you.
“Oh, princess…your pussy’s so tight.”
You moaned, eyes squeezed as you wrapped your legs around his waist, “Faster.”
He chuckled, darting down to steal a kiss before he rocked faster, “Anything for you.”
Your whines grew louder, and you were captured in the pleasure.
That’s how neither of you noticed when Robin and Steve walked into the living room.
“Who’s ready for some ghost busting?” Robin began to say before she yelped, covering her eyes. Eddie stopped, his head lifting to see your friends there.
You whined, “Why’d you stop…” before your eyes dragged to Steve, oh no.
Robin turned her back to you guys, “Um…let’s just reschedule, I need to go wash my eyes with bleach.” She quickly left the trailer, but Steve stood still.
You couldn’t look at Steve, your heart was racing.
Eddie could see your distress, as well as an opportunity forming, “Can’t look away, can you, Harrington?”
Your eyes widened, and so did Steve’s.
“What?” Steve mumbled, trying to hide his boner.
Eddie smirked, gently pulling out of your pussy, cock standing tall. “I think…you’re intrigued.”
He walked towards Steve, as he slid his hand down to Steve’s jeans. “Oh…so that’s why they call you big boy.”
Steve didn’t know where to look: Eddie’s tatted chest, his messy curls, his throbbing cock.
“I don’t…” Steve began to say before Eddie squeezed his cock, “Holy god.”
You were in shock, but mostly arousal. You squeezed your thighs as you sat up on the couch, watching the foreplay—this was better than anything your mind could dream.
Eddie chuckled, his hand grabbing Steve’s hand, placing it on his heavy cock, “You wanna touch my cock?”
Steve gulped, his eyes fixed on it. He’d seen…those sorts of videos; the sultry music as the men felt each other up. It was a few nights, when his desire was more submissive. He’d reach under his bed, pulling out the tapes as he’d jerk off to two men.
Steve whimpered softly, and his hand began to pump Eddie’s cock. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, so right. Had he been too obvious with his glances at Eddie? It’s not like he knew what he was doing; he was a natural with women, sure, but men? It made him nervous. With Eddie, it was different. Stroking Eddie’s cock, made him feel incredible.
Eddie moaned as he eyed you from the couch, “I think we found a fun solution…”
It was straight out of cheesy X-rated porn, the way your eyes linger on the two men.
You lay back on Eddie’s bed, trying to ignore the wetness that dripped onto his sheets. Of course, Eddie wouldn’t mind; he loved smelling you on his sheets.
Eddie sat on the bed, his cock still strong as Steve kneeled in front of him. His eyes were full of fear.
“Just go slow, Steve.” You said.
Eddie ran his hands through Steve’s messy hair, “You want to make a mess on my cock?”
Steve whined as his hips bucked up, still pressing incredibly tight against his jeans, “Please.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, “Take your clothes off…and don’t touch yourself.”
Steve obeyed as Eddie looked to you, “Sit on my face.”
You gasped as a bead of wetness dripped down your thigh. Eddie licked it up as he smiled.
You gently hovered over Eddie’s face, just as Steve gently sucked Eddie’s cock.
Steve was a natural, hollowing out his cheeks as his mouth sucked up and down on Eddie’s cock. He wondered how the girls did it to him; his cock was always so thick. Eddie’s was still a challenge, the long cock brushing against the roof of Steve’s mouth.
Eddie was convinced that this was the best blowjob of his life, although he hadn’t had much to compare it to. He moaned straight into your pussy, your hands squeezing the bedpost.
“Oh fuck…” You cried.
It was all so erotic, the wet sounds and moans: you were feeling so hot.
You heard the soft gag from Steve, which didn’t deter his movements, but Eddie tugged him off, caressing his cheek.
“You okay, Steve?”
Steve stared up at him blissfully, “Uh-huh.”
You giggled as you sat on Eddie’s face. “Maybe we should start simple?”
Eddie nodded, kissing your lips before standing behind Steve, “My thoughts exactly, princess…Steve?”
Steve blinked up, his cock spurting pre-cum like a fountain, “Yeah?”
“I’m gonna fuck you…while you fuck her.”
Steve gulped, arching his back, “Okay…”
Eddie reached into Steve’s hair, baring his neck as Eddie sucked a hickey into it. Steve moaned through the whole interaction. Eddie pulled off, pressing a kiss to Steve’s lips, “Get ready, big boy…”
You lie back, spreading your thighs. Your fingers tweaked your nipples as you sighed, “Steve…I’m waiting…”
Steve nodded, pumping his cock before sliding into you. You both moaned at the way his head just breached your hole; the way your pussy sucked him in. Steve moaned, the pleasure unforgettable and then–
“Holy fuck…” He yelped, his cock sunk deeper into you.
Eddie had begun to finger Steve’s asshole, lube slathered all over his digits, “Just getting you ready.”
It seemed Steve could open up easily, although you figured that was just his deep desire to be fucked. Eddie’s cock now followed after, thrusting deep into Steve’s ass.
“Oh my god, princess…he’s tighter than you.”
You moaned, eyes finding Steve’s as you kissed his cheek, “You okay, Steve?”
He whined, “Feels so good…”
Eddie chuckled, running his hands down Steve’s back, “Oh, he’s fucked-out already…”
It wasn’t long before Eddie thrusted deeper into Steve, while Steve thrusted deeper into you. It was erotic; if you thought fucking one of them felt good, you couldn’t wait until they both fucked you.
Steve was in ecstasy, his face flushed, hair astray. He looked like a picture of debauchery, the way he opened himself up. He wondered why he’d never fucked Eddie before, but alas, it was happening now.
It was all too much for the three of you; everyone began teetering on the edge, thrusts got sloppier. Steve whimpered, squeezing the bedsheets with one hand and circling your clit with the other. You shook your head, the pleasure reaching an incredible level, “Oh fuck…it’s too much.”
Eddie fucked harder into Steve, “Princess…let us see you cum…please?”
You stared at Eddie’s lustful face and nodded. You tried to relax, let your pussy open wider. By doing so, Steve’s thrusts grew deeper, a small bulge settling on your stomach. That was it.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming…I’m oh…”
The waves crash into you, thighs shaking as wetness crawls out of you. Steve cried, wrapping his arms around you as his cock began to swell, “Shit, I’m gonna…”
Steve’s thick cum spurted inside you, overflowing onto the mattress as your pussy pushed it out. Following soon after was Eddie, shooting his cum deep into Steve’s asshole, pulling out as he watched the cream drip from the pretty hole.
You were all left breathless, lying on the bed. No one said a word; nothing needed to be said.
Your eyes were fluttering closed as you felt a warm hand at your waist, “Too much…”
Eddie shook his head, “I’m just carrying you to the bathroom…come on.”
You let Eddie carry your spent body to the bathroom as you sat on the toilet. Eddie’s eyes went to Steve’s fucked-out face. He smiled lazily, “I’ve never come that hard.”
Eddie chuckled, “You’ve never been fucked in the ass before…you’ll get used to it.”
Eddie carried you back to the bed, pulling you into his pyjamas and settling you onto the bed. Steve sat there unmoving, unsure of where to go. Eddie shook his head, pressing a kiss on Steve’s lips, “Here…” Eddie handed him some clean boxers.
“You want me to stay?”
Eddie and you smiled before looking back at Steve, “Princess here loves to cuddle after sex…figured you knew that.”
Steve nodded, “I knew that…but it’s okay if I?”
You pouted, tugging Steve into the sheets, “Please don’t leave.”
Eddie chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and Steve, “Princess decreed it…you have to stay now.”
Steve smiled, head buried into Eddie’s chest, “Thank you.”
Eddie watched as the two of you dozed off, gently stroking your hair, “My pleasure.”