𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x reader x eddie munson
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mdni, poly!steddie, established relationship, dom!steve, soft!servicedom!eddie, sub!reader, piv sex, degradation, edging, orgasm control, hair-pulling, praise kink, also a little brat-taming i guess, check-ins (traffic light system), mean!steve but he loves u both, fluff, they’re all just sickeningly in love, eddie's pov
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Six months.
That’s how long it’s been since Eddie Munson’s learned what it means to be loved.
Relentless in the way rain smooths stone, this love is patient and deep and thorough.
Six months since that night, when you and Steve kissed him, one on either side, lips gentle as you whispered: We can be more, if you want.
That night you said, Come home with us, and meant it.
He hadn’t known what home was until then. Now, he knows it in his bones.
He knows it in the lines of your face in the morning, soft with sleep. In the heat of Steve’s palm against the small of his back. In the smell of lavender soap and coconut sunscreen and bitter coffee grounds.
He knows it in the way Steve collects all your scribbled notes on the fridge like scripture:
don’t forget milk!
back by 9
love you ◡̈
In the way you collect pieces of time, too.
Movie stubs. A wrinkled matchbook from the Hideout where Eddie first whispered I love you. The guitar pick he gave you as an anniversary present, his initials etched on the back in a shaky scrawl.
You tuck love into the corners of your lives. You make a home out of the moments.
Eddie’s learned all the soft, tender things.
But he knows about all the filthy things, too. He’s no saint.
He knows the exact way your head tips when you’re close. That the tender patch behind your ear, where your perfume fades, is a straight line to the prettiest sound he’s ever heard.
He knows you cry a little when edged too long. That you beg so sweet when you’re made to wait. That your favorite toy is still that very first lavender vibrator; you come harder with it than anything else.
He knows Steve’s thighs twitch when he’s seconds from the edge. That he likes getting head with someone holding his hands. That there’s a small mole right at the base of his cock that makes him squirm every time Eddie kisses it.
He knows Steve gets possessive when he watches you and Eddie together, jaw tightening, eyes going dark.
She’s fucking ours, Munson.
Eddie lives for it. Needs it.
And he knows you love it, too. Being the center of their orbit, shared and indulged.
He’s addicted to all of it.
But more than all that, he’s learned himself.
He’s learned he can sit still. That he can sit on the floor between your legs, your fingers carding through his hair while Steve flips lazily through some worn issue of Cosmo, reading the dumb quizzes aloud just to make you both laugh. He can sit there for hours and not feel the itch to move or talk or fill the silence.
Because it’s not empty anymore. It’s full.
He’s learned that crying doesn’t make him weak. That he can have a nightmare and wake up with someone already there, rubbing his back, telling him he’s safe.
He knows how it feels to have both of you around him at once—your thighs around his head, Steve’s hand around his cock. Knows the heady rush of being stretched open while one of you holds him down and the other tells him he’s beautiful.
He’s learned he likes the marks. Likes the scratches down his back from your nails. The bruises on his hips where Steve grips tight. Likes waking up sore and smiling, knowing exactly where the ache came from.
He’s learned that being loved isn’t just about sex.
But god, the sex—it’s reverent and filthy and everything he never let himself want before now.
And above all else, he loves getting to feel you fall apart in his arms.
Loves even more that you let him piece you back together.
So tonight, when you pull him down onto the couch with a hushed little come here, whispering dirty promises with that half-lidded, love-drunk grin, he follows without a word.
You're laughing as you climb into his lap, fingers diving into his hair, greedy in the way he secretly adores. The TV glows soft in the corner, a rerun that’s been on since Steve left a couple hours ago for his evening shift.
He should be home by now.
The thought passes through him distantly until your thighs tighten around his hips, until your hips start to roll against his own, dragging heat through the front of his sweats. He shudders, hands slipping under your shirt on instinct.
“Baby, you—fuck—you’re gonna get yourself in trouble doing that.”
Your lips hover over his, eyes gleaming with something wicked and sweet. “What if I want to get in trouble?”
He huffs a helpless laugh, head thudding back against the couch. “Damn menace…”
“You know it.” You hum before dragging him into a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue.
Impatient fingers start to tug at his curls, gentle and then not. The rhythm of your hips becomes insistent, the couch squeaking softly beneath you, each movement punctuated by shared breaths and the quiet, hungry smacks of mouths finding each other again and again.
And then:
“I’m home!”
The soft jangle of keys hits the dish by the door, followed by the muted thud of shoes kicked off onto linoleum.
“In here, baby!” You chirp, still smiling, still perched on his lap.
Eddie, breathless, doesn’t know whether to laugh or brace himself.
“Coming!” Steve’s voice calls back, happy and sing-song.
The faint clink of the fridge door. Running water. The familiar shuffle of socked feet across hardwood.
Then Steve appears in the doorway.
Shoulder propped against the frame, arms crossed and bulging in a tight blue and white polo. Glass of water held loose in one hand, he lets his gaze drift lazily across the room, drinking in every detail.
You in Eddie’s lap. Eddie’s red mouth. His rumpled shirt. The slow, not-so-innocent grind of your hips where you haven’t quite stopped moving.
Steve grins.
You lift your chin and smile back, shameless. One arm loops around Eddie’s neck, staking claim, before you lean down to press a soft kiss to his jaw—punctuation.
Steve quirks a brow, strolls in. Sets the glass on the side table and lets his eyes linger on both of you.
“Well,” he drawls, lips curling. “This looks cozy.”
He leans down to kiss you first, quick and familiar. Then he turns, giving one to Eddie too, lips brushing his temple, fingers grazing his nape.
And Eddie—god, he still flinches a little. Not because it’s unwelcome, but because it never stops surprising him. That Steve can touch like that, can give away affection so freely. Like it costs him nothing. Like it means everything.
That it can be this easy.
It burns, sometimes. In the terrifying way. In the good way.
Steve drops onto the couch beside him in a slow sprawl, legs open, hand already resting on your thigh.
There, sitting hip to hip with Eddie, he turns his head and just... looks at you. Holds your gaze for a long, quiet beat. Like your face is a blackboard and he’s solving some wild, unspeakable equation. His eyes glow dark amber under the lamplight, edged with a curious thought.
Not math, Eddie thinks. Chemistry. Combustion.
Eventually, Steve seems to decide on a tone.
“Hi, gorgeous,” he croons, all brassy and honey-warm.
The sound of it swims through the room, thick as syrup. Steve’s fingers trail slowly up your neck, the backs of his knuckles brushing along your jaw in a gesture so gentle it makes your breath catch. They slip into your hair, threading through with the same care one might use to untangle a silk ribbon.
Until...
His grip tightens.
Hard enough to tip your chin back.
Tilt the spotlight. Isolate you.
When Steve speaks again, his voice has changed.
No more honey. It’s steel wrapped in silk.
“Were you a good girl for Eddie tonight, baby?”
Eddie blinks, heart jolting, thoughts stuttering.
That tone. A clean, whipcrack switch that cuts straight through the room.
He feels it like a shift in barometric pressure, the electric promise of a storm.
Your lashes flutter, lips parting as you try to nod, but Steve’s fingers tighten just enough to keep you still.
“Mhm,” you breathe.
From beside Eddie, Steve makes this sound. A low, guttural hum, almost a growl caught in his chest.
“I don’t know,” he starts, voice rumbling deep.
His gaze stays locked on you, the grip in your hair pinning you in place.
“What do you think, Eds? Has she been good?”
Then, even lower: “Or was she a desperate little slut, like she always is?”
Oh.
Oh, shit.
It’s about to be that kind of night.
Your jaw falls slack. Your thighs twitch around Eddie’s. He feels it, the way your body answers first, ahead of thought. That soft, desperate whimper that gets trapped in your throat when you try to swallow it down.
What if I want to get in trouble?
Eddie almost laughs. Almost.
You fucking menace.
Instead, he adjusts his grip around your waist, fingers skimming up your ribs, dragging just high enough to make your breath hitch.
He tilts his head, playing it casual. Lethal with it.
“I mean… she did start it.”
Steve huffs through his nose—a clipped, amused little exhale—and his expression hardens.
You look wrecked already: lips parted, chest heaving, eyes flicking between them like you can’t decide who you want first.
You're waiting.
You like the waiting.
Steve’s thumb brushes along your jaw, deceptively soft. “You did start it, huh?”
“Hmm,” you breathe, trying for sweet, but your voice trembles. Your lips twitch, the excitement underneath stretching taut like a wire about to snap. “Baby, I was good. Promise…”
It’s almost convincing. Almost.
Steve laughs. It’s a quiet, cruel sound. Dragged up from his chest like he’s letting you in on a joke you’re not quite smart enough to get. The hand in your hair tightens again, tugging you back a little further, baring your throat to the ceiling.
“Good, huh?” He tilts your head a fraction, studying your face like he’s remembering the exact shape of your mouth when you lie. “You sure about that?”
You make a high, helpless noise, fingers knotting in the front of Eddie’s shirt.
“Couldn’t even wait for me to get home, grinding all over Eddie.” Steve sinks deeper into the couch, thigh pressing against Eddie’s in a slow, deliberate push that sends a jolt up Eddie’s spine. “It’s kind of pathetic, you know that?”
Eddie watches, burning with awe, as you come apart in his lap.
Loved and ruined in equal measure.
This is what Steve does.
One moment, he’s light: hands like balm, lips like sunrise. And the next, he’s fire: no warmth, just heat.
Steve Harrington is the sun, radiant and merciless.
He’ll offer you his heart on a silver platter, then burn you to ash. Split you wide open, make you sob with nothing but his voice in your ear and his gaze pinning you like a blade between the ribs.
And right now? With that hunger in his eyes, with the way his tongue’s dragging over his lip like he’s savoring the taste of your ruin?
You’d be lucky to make it out of this one alive.
You whimper again, throat bobbing with a swallow. Steve’s grip is merciless now, his hand a vice, keeping your head tipped uncomfortably far back.
And then—because you’re you, because you never fold easy, because you’re wild and stubborn in the most beautiful ways—
You smile.
That wicked, glorious thing that tears Eddie in two every single time.
“We were just warming up the couch for you, Stevie,” you breathe. “Swear.”
You seal your fate with a demonstrative roll of your hips, bearing down against the bulge in Eddie’s pants.
Oh, god have mercy on you.
Steve’s eyes narrow, amusement twitching at the corner of his mouth.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, thumb brushing softly across your cheek. “You think that’s clever?”
Then the hand in your hair tugs hard. Eddie sees it in the way you wince for real this time, breath hitching, eyes squeezing shut.
Immediately, Steve murmurs: “Color, baby.”
Your answer comes faster than Eddie can blink, breathless but sure:
“Green. So green.”
Eddie watches you both, enthralled.
Another lesson. One of a thousand he’s learned from the two of you.
What once felt awkward and uncertain, he gets now. Understands what it means when Steve color-checks in that tone, low and anchored, like a lifeline.
A reminder that no matter how rough it gets, no matter how far they take you apart, the center always holds.
Eddie swallows hard, brushing his thumb low on your waist, right where your skin is warmest. He feels the shiver ripple through you, delicate and involuntary.
God, he loves you. Loves Steve. So fucking much it fills him right to the top, threatens to spill over and crack him open.
Steve exhales through his nose, pressing a kiss into your temple with steadying warmth.
“Good girl.”
And just like that, you melt.
It’s magic, the way you do. Such a precious treat to see it like this, so up close. Watching you go liquid from two little words, eyes glazing over, lashes drooping like you’re drifting someplace sweet and far away. You’re hovering in that delicious space he knows you love most: half in penance, half in worship, trembling with the need to give more, to be better, to be theirs.
Steve dips closer, voice sliding back into that velvet-edged steel.
“You were good, huh?” He mocks. “Grinding on him like a desperate slut. That counts as good behavior now?”
Eddie almost chokes at the whiplash of it all.
But you? You only moan louder, hips bucking, thighs squeezing around him as you chase friction like it might save your life.
“Jesus,” Eddie mutters, hands tightening on your waist. His thumbs keep tracing slow, loving circles over your belly, far too gentle for how desperately you’re moving against him. “Look at you, gorgeous…”
Steve hums at that. “You love it when he talks like that, don’t you?” His eyes cut to Eddie, sharp and knowing. “Gets you all wet and needy while I’m gone.”
Your breath hitches when you try to protest. “I—”
“No.” Steve’s voice slices clean through the air. “You don’t speak unless I say.”
You swallow back the words with a small, obedient whimper.
Steve’s fingers slip from your hair, tracing the column of your throat. They settle there. Just a little weight, not hard enough to choke, but Eddie knows it’s a promise.
“You wanna show us?” Steve murmurs, leaning in until his breath fans your cheek. “Show us how good you can be?”
You nod once, pupils blown so wide your irises are nothing but a whisper of color.
“That’s my girl.” He kisses the side of your jaw. “Stay right here, baby. On Eddie.”
Steve sinks behind you onto the floor, knees against the carpet, chest pressed flush to your spine. His hands slip under Eddie’s, cupping your ribs. Four hands move as one as they lift and peel your shirt away, baring you inch by inch.
“Fuck, baby…” Eddie breathes, hands roaming your skin. “So fucking pretty.”
Steve crowds closer, lips brushing your shoulder. His touches are less careful: callused palms cupping your breasts, thumbs rolling your nipples into stiff peaks before pinching them with a sharp tug.
You whine, lashes fluttering.
“Please,” you whisper. “Want…”
“What do you want, sweetheart?” Steve croons, teeth grazing your ear. “Use your words.”
“Wanna… wanna come. Please.”
Steve snorts softly, like he’s barely impressed. “Already?”
Eddie smiles too, eyes glued to the way your body arches, the way your nipples are pebbling under Steve’s clever fingers. “So needy, aren’t you, gorgeous?”
“Greedy, more like,” Steve mutters, pinching again so hard you gasp. “Always so full of it. Mouth, cunt, attitude…”
You whimper at the words; Eddie knows how a little cruelty lights up your veins, praise and degradation mixing the same way in your blood.
You turn toward Steve, mouth parted, seeking his kiss with helpless instinct. He catches your chin, amused, before pulling you in. The kiss is filthy, hungry, his tongue sliding into your mouth in one smooth stroke to claim.
Eddie watches, struck stupid at the sight—your moans muffled against Steve’s lips, body rocking mindlessly against Eddie’s dick. He’s practically leaking under his sweats, the heat from your cunt soaking straight through the fabric.
“Can I touch you, baby?” Eddie whispers against your jaw where Steve’s still holding you in place. He knows the answer, but he needs it anyway.
You nod frantically, a slick string of spit stretching between you and Steve when he lets you pull away.
“Yes, Eddie, please, need you—”
Eddie doesn’t waste a second. He tugs your shorts aside, fingers sliding through your slick—
“Jesus christ.” He stares up at you. “Baby, you’re dripping.”
“Always is,” Steve mutters, lips against the side of your throat, sucking a mark hard enough to bruise. “Pretty slut loves to show off.”
You whine, arching back into his chest as Eddie sinks two fingers into you, slow and deep until his knuckles kiss your skin.
Your entire body bows.
“Fuck, fuck—Eds—”
He curls his fingers, rubbing against that perfect spot like he’s been practicing for months (he has). His thumb circles your clit with steady precision, and your whimpers turn into breathless little cries.
Between your moans and the wet squelch of your arousal, Eddie almost misses your next words.
“Please... wannit, want you inside...”
He pulls his fingers out slowly, watching your hips chase nothing. His cock is throbbing painfully as he pushes his sweats down.
Steve’s voice cuts in, merciless.
“Ask him nicely, slut.”
“Please,” you sob. “Please fuck me, Eddie—need your cock, wanna feel you—please—”
Eddie’s answering smile is pure warmth. “I got you, sweet girl. C’mere.”
He guides you down with both palms cupping your hips. His fingers glisten with your arousal, smearing across your skin.
Inch by careful inch, the slow sink inside you is hot and tight and buttery-smooth.
“Fuuuck…” Eddie groans, completely, devastatingly in love.“You feel so good. Take it so fucking well.”
Steve wraps his arms around you, palm splaying over your stomach.
“What do you say?”
“T-thank you,” you gasp. “Thank you, thank you—”
Every slow thrust rocks a sob out of you. A particularly well-placed grind has you mewling, clawing at Steve’s arms.
Steve cups your jaw, forcing your head back against his shoulder. “You close, sweetheart?”
You nod, frantic.
“Words.”
“Yes, yes, please—can I—”
“Not yet.”
Your cry is sharp enough to cut straight through Eddie’s heart.
“Steve,” he grunts, strained. “She’s—”
“I know.” Steve hums, maddeningly calm. His hand slides down to feel your cunt, fingers obscenely framing the place where Eddie’s stretching you open. “She can wait. Can’t you, honey?”
You shake your head in frantic, tiny motions. “P-please, can’t…”
“Breathe through it,” he says softly. “You’re not coming until I say.”
“N-no, please, I....”
“Where are your manners, baby? Eddie’s being so good to your greedy little pussy right now.”
“I’m sorry,” you sob instantly. “Sorry—thank you, Eddie, thank you—Steve, please—”
Eddie doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this. This raw honesty in you. How you become this soft, pleading, open thing in their hands. It’s beautiful, it’s mesmerizing, the way you allow yourself to beg. To come apart for them so helplessly.
And when he lifts his head, meeting Steve’s gaze over your shoulder, he knows exactly what that look means.
Steve leans in close to your ear, voice dropping to a purr, eyes still locked on Eddie’s.
“You gonna come for him? Make a mess all over his lap?”
“Yes—need to... so close...”
Eddie feels you squeeze around him, tight then tighter, knows it won’t take much more to get you to break. He’s fucking you proper now, thighs lifting off the couch, hammering against that spot until you’re choking on your own breaths.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Good girl.”
“Please, please, I need to—I can’t—”
Steve’s fists your hair again, grounding you with a sharp tug. “Not yet.”
You nearly scream, nails digging into Steve’s forearms. “No—please! Steve, I can’t—”
“You can. You will. You’re our good girl, aren’t you?”
Even sobbing, your nod is immediate. “Yes. Yours, yours, always—good for you both, please—”
Eddie shudders, the word both hitting him in a place so deep he nearly loses his rhythm.
Steve smiles, hums a satisfied little note.
And then, finally, he nods.
“Let go, baby,” he breathes. “Come.”
And you break.
The orgasm rips through you in a violent shudder. You sob, convulsing, collapsing forward into Eddie’s chest as every muscle seizes and trembles. You’re shaking so hard he’d be worried if he didn’t know you love it like this.
Eddie cradles your head, lets his movements slow, helping you come down with shallow, gentle thrusts. “That’s it,” he whispers, voice trembling under the weight of everything he feels for you. “Ride it out, there you go, baby. So good. So fucking good. We got you.”
Steve’s lips move in a slow drag along your cheek, murmuring praises soft enough to make you cry harder.
And though you’re too far gone to notice it, Eddie sees the look on Steve’s face.
Adoration, vivid and sparkling, like sunlight fracturing through stained glass.
It lives in his gaze, his smile, the gentle crease at the corner of his eyes and the quiet strength in the set of his jaw—every warm, golden inch of the man Eddie loves.
When your shaking finally slows, your breath tapering down into little broken huffs against Eddie’s collarbone, you lift your head.
And the sight that meets him just about takes his breath away.
Eyes wide and glassy, lashes jeweled with tears. Lips parted in small, shaky breaths, swollen from bruising kisses. You look like you’re trying to speak, words catching before they form.
But you don’t need to say anything at all.
Not when that look—god, that look—says everything.
This awful, beautiful softness in your expression, gratitude and devotion and something deeper still. Something Eddie feels unworthy of, even as he’s desperate to hold onto it.
Trust.
Bare and luminous.
It wraps around Eddie’s ribs like a pair of warm hands, squeezing until he’s breathless with the weight of it.
Stripped down to nothing but faith in the people you love most, it’s a kind of vulnerability you don’t give lightly.
Eddie’s heart lurches with something too full to keep inside.
He surges forward to cup your cheek, calloused thumb grazing your skin, and brushes his lips against yours. Barely a kiss, more breath than touch.
You melt into it with a quiet, content sound.
Behind you, Steve’s voice cracks for the first time all night: the first break in his dom voice.
“Fuck me.” he whispers. “You okay? Color?”
You mumble “green” into Eddie’s mouth, smiling.
Steve’s laugh comes out shaky, relief washing over him in a visible wave. His shoulders drop, whole body softening like he’s finally allowed himself to breathe again.
And when you turn in Eddie’s lap, still wobbly, still glowing, Steve’s already there. His hand slides up to cradle your jaw, thumb stroking the soft place beneath your ear as he draws you in for a kiss that’s nothing like earlier. Slow, gentle, built entirely from affection and no less passionate.
He keeps you close for a moment longer, thumb tracing the back of your neck. When he pulls away, it’s only so he can grab the glass of water waiting on the table. He brings it to your lips with careful hands.
“Small sips, baby. Good girl.”
You drink obediently, eyes half-lidded and lashes heavy.
When you’re done, Steve lifts the glass toward Eddie without a word. Eddie rolls his eyes for form’s sake but still leans forward, cheeks warm, letting Steve tilt the glass for him. Steve makes him drain the whole thing, eyes on him the entire time.
Only when all three of you have caught your breath does Steve straighten with a grunt, knees popping loudly.
He looks deliciously wrecked: hair wild, cheeks red, shirt crooked and rucked up on one side. His Levi’s are unbuttoned, clinging hopelessly to a very obvious problem he’s ignoring.
“Alright, you little menaces,” he sighs, planting his hands on his hips. “I’ve got ice cream in the freezer.”
You blink down at the obvious situation in his jeans. “But Stevie—”
“Ah-ah.” He points toward the kitchen. “Recharge first. C’mon.”
Your face scrunches into that bratty little frown Eddie knows too well, the one that means you’re already plotting a way around this.
But he also knows you.
And he knows there’s only one thing powerful enough to override your stubborn streak:
Ice cream.
You deflate with a huff, defeated but not really. “Fine.”
Eddie bites back a grin.
You brighten a second later, eyes going big and sparkly. “Wait, did you get—?”
“Yep.” Steve smirks.
He leans down to press a fond kiss to the crown of your head. Then his gaze shifts to Eddie, softening even more.
“Got your favorite too, Eds.”
Your laugh bubbles out, breathless and sweet. You lean back against Eddie’s chest and whisper into his hair with a conspiratorial grin:
“Hey, Eds. I think he might love us or something.”
Steve snorts, shakes his head, but his eyes crinkle at the corners with a smile too wide to deny.
“I love Eddie. You? Not so sure.”
Eddie’s heart stumbles. He has to squeeze your hip the moment he hears it, has to ground himself before he launches straight off the couch.
“Yeah, he’s uh…” He clears his throat, tries to hide the wobble in it. “One big softie, huh?”
He says it to you, but his eyes never leave Steve’s.
And Steve holds that gaze, eyes steady and warm, answering a question Eddie doesn’t say out loud.
Eddie smiles, looks away first.
You continue teasing Steve from your spot in Eddie’s lap, trying to coax him back onto the couch. “...I’m just saying babe, we could eat later. You’ll be, like, the main course before dessert!”
Steve snorts and rolls his eyes, already headed for the kitchen.
“I’m gonna start without you two if you don’t hurry up!”
“What? No fair!” you shout, scrambling upright. Eddie laughs as you drag him along by the wrist.
In the kitchen, Steve scoops out meticulous portions of ice cream while still sporting a semi. You pester him about his scooping technique—this was literally your job, babe—while perched up on the counter in Eddie’s Judas Priest shirt, legs swinging off the edge. Eddie leans next to you, arms crossed, throwing in teasing quips purely to watch Steve’s ears turn pink while he tries to defend himself.
You both last exactly ten seconds before boredom takes over.
You toss a marshmallow at Eddie's open mouth, missing so catastrophically that Steve stops scooping to interject.
The bag is confiscated before you can attempt a third throw.
Not that it stops you.
Sprinkles rain across the counter like confetti. Syrup streaks in glossy trails across the marble.
Eddie gets chocolate on his chin somehow, and Steve doesn’t even hesitate—he wipes it away with his thumb, slides it between his own lips, and sucks it clean without breaking eye contact.
Eddie chokes on his own spit. You gasp, delighted.
And if things start to unravel—as they usually do—with a smear of whipped cream on your cheek, a cold spoon pressed to Steve’s stomach, and then shirts being dragged up and over heads because “you’re all sticky, babe, just take it off."
If a moment later, Eddie finds himself pinned between two warm bodies, one in front, one behind, syrup-sweet kisses trailing across his neck, sticky fingers tracing up his ribs until he can’t tell who’s gasping and who he’s gasping for…
Well.
That part’s for Eddie to keep to himself.
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a/n: thank you to everyone who's been waiting for the series finale :) this is the last chapter, BUT if there are headcanons/ideas you’d want to see w/ these three, you can send them my way! who knows where inspiration might strike?
Summary: Steve hates sharing you but he’ll make an exception with Eddie, the only guy he trusts… Should he, though?
Word count: 6.8k
Warnings: +18 MDNI. SMUT (filthy af, threesome, kinda-drunk sex, unprotected p in v, DP, m! and f!receiving oral, big d steve, steddie kisses and a handy, face-fucking, eiffel tower, hair-pulling, mean dom!Steve, caring soft!Eddie, praise kink, use of ‘whore’, ‘slut’, and ‘good girl’), sorta angsty at the start, established (but kinda toxic) relationship between steve and reader, steve is possessive af.
Steve and you were obsessed with each other. If you weren’t fucking like rabbits in a random bathroom, you’d be making out against any surface. Envious people told you it was a honeymoon phase, that eventually you’d stop, but two years in, you still found yourselves having sex at least twice a day.
You really tried to respect your friends and keep it to a minimum around them, but it was difficult when Robin and Eddie spent every free moment with you. They had gotten used to hearing sloppy, messy kissing sounds next to them as they watched a movie; to hearing a bed hitting the wall upstairs while they listened to the newest rock music; to Steve getting handsy in the middle of conversations…
Or so you thought.
But actually, Eddie was drowning in jealousy.
You had caught his attention when Dustin introduced you to him a while back, when Steve had a double shift so you had to pick up the kid from school.
“This is my second mom, Steve’s girl,” said Dustin while hugging you tightly.
Eddie didn’t care if you had a boyfriend; he was too focused on your attractive body and your bright smile as you shook his hand.
“Eddie Munson, right? Dusty always talks about you,” you said politely. “He says you play the guitar.”
He smirked charmingly, trying to forget the sudden lustful thoughts. “Yeah, I do. I have a band and all.”
“Oh, really? Cool.”
“Yeah, you should come to our next gig at The Hideout.” He looked you up and down shamelessly. “Although I don’t know if a pretty girl like you knows where it’s at.”
Dustin glared at him, surprised by his audacity, but you were used to people flirting with you.
You used your classic card. “Oh, I know about The Hideout, but my boyfriend doesn’t like it. Don’t you know him? Steve Harrington. He was at your school. Graduated last year...”
Men realized they had no chance with you by the fourth minute that you were still talking about your precious boyfriend.
Except Eddie. “He should come too, then. Sounds like a fun guy.”
Next Tuesday, you found yourself alongside Steve and Robin at The Hideout. The latter was excited about visiting one of the sketchiest, most dangerous bars at Hawkins, while your boyfriend only wished to disappear with you.
His hands were glued to your hips as you ordered a beer at the bar. The three of you looked out of place with your light-colored clothes in the sea of gothic people.
“You came!” Eddie appeared next to you and pulled you into a side hug, completely ignoring Steve’s presence. He licked his lips as he gave you a once-over. “You look good, babe.”
Robin inhaled, already seeing a storm coming, and sipped her orange soda excitedly.
Steve glared at him with complete disgust and anger, his arms tightening around you. “Who the hell are you?”
You smiled awkwardly. “This is Eddie. He invited us to the gig.”
Eddie’s smile wavered and became fake as he looked at Steve. “Harrington, hey. Thanks for coming, man. We appreciate the support.”
Steve’s frown didn’t leave his face. “I was forced—” You stepped on his foot discreetly. He whimpered and smiled weakly. “Thanks for the invite, man.”
Robin introduced herself and begged Eddie for a tour of the place.
The second they were gone, Steve glared at you. “What the fuck was that?”
“What was what?”
He scoffed. “Don’t play dumb. He called you ‘babe’ and flirted with you. Have you hung out with him before?”
You sighed and muttered, “No. I already told you I’ve only talked with him the day I picked up Dustin from—”
“Yeah, yeah, the D&D club. He’s the idiot Henderson loves so much,” Steve mumbled angrily. “I don’t like him. We’re not coming here again.”
After the gig, Eddie invited you three to his trailer home. Steve wanted to immediately decline, but Robin and you accepted before he could even open his mouth.
He was planning on letting you chat for ten minutes, then you two would be leaving and never talking to Eddie again. But weed got involved, and before you knew it, Steve and Eddie chatted all night, promptly becoming friends.
Eventually, Eddie stopped flirting with you, appreciating his new friendships too much to lose them over a girl. But, damn, it was difficult when that girl was you.
Thinking Eddie wasn’t into you anymore, Steve didn’t mind if you hung out alone at his trailer, helping the man with most of his homework.
But he could never concentrate, especially when your hands caressed his shoulders. Your body was pressed behind him as you leaned over to look at the paper he was solving. He could feel your chest raising up and down… Fuck, his jeans were tightening.
You felt the tension and confused it with nerves for his upcoming test.
“C’mon, Ed, this will be your year,” you encouraged him as he solved one of your old math quizzes. “You’ll graduate. I know it.”
He had to wait until Steve picked you up to relieve himself in the shower.
Eddie tried every day to forget you. He wanted to be a good friend, for fuck’s sake.
He pretended to be interested in other girls at parties while you made out next to him.
He pretended to be deaf as you basically dry-humped on his couch whenever they got high at his trailer.
He pretended to be asleep in your backseat when Robin asked about your sex life.
“He made you squirt?” Robin gasped. “That’s insane. Does it ever… hurt?”
“What exactly?” you asked, still focused on the road.
She whispered, “You told me Steve was huge down there.”
You snorted. “I didn’t say huge.”
“Well, I remember you limped to my house after the first time, then you grabbed my ruler to show me how big,” she recalled. “Ten inches seems huge and extremely painful to me.”
You shrugged. “Maybe I enjoy the pain.”
“How does that even fit, though?” Robin grimaced. “I can’t imagine doing that with a man. I’ve heard they are too selfish during it.”
“It’s true, but it depends on the guy. My Steve…” You smiled devilishly. “We’re gentle sometimes, but girl, he likes it rough.”
“Really? Like, choking and spanking?”
You glanced back at Eddie, making sure he was asleep, before nodding. “And he’s possessive as hell.”
Robin giggled, extremely cringed out. “Ew, ew, ew. He holds your neck and grunts ‘you’re mine, babygirl’?”
“Shut up!” You chuckled, covering your mouth. “I won’t tell you anything else.”
“Oh, c’mon! We’re best friends. I deserve to know all the freaky details,” Robin whined. “At least tell me what his craziest kink is.”
“No.”
“Okay, how ‘bout the thing you like the most about him in bed?”
You hesitated, then whispered. “He’s really into… doing it raw.” Robin gasped and looked down at your belly. You rolled your eyes. “I’m on the pill, idiot.”
“Oh, because of him?”
“No. I mean, yeah. Sort of. I love when he comes inside me. Makes me feel…” Your cheeks turned red. “Forget it.”
“Tell me!”
“Ugh, makes me feel like I’m not on the pill, okay?” you snapped. “Like he is… breeding me.”
Eddie wanted to cut his ears off. He needed to adjust his pants; the physical effect was impossible to ignore anymore.
Robin chuckled and shook her head. “I knew it. You’ll definitely have kids in, like, a year.”
You paled. “Oh, no, no. I don’t want kids right now. It’s just… the feeling of being full of him. It’s hard to explain, but he understands me.” The car stopped. “It’s here. Wake Eddie up.”
He had jerked off to the thought of fucking you raw for almost a month.
Eddie felt like a horrible friend any time Steve was nice to him. When he lent him money for his truck, when he got a lawyer for Eddie’s uncle, or when he listened to his family problems with genuine concern.
Being close to Steve meant tolerating his jealous rants whenever a guy hit on you. Hell, even when a guy just glanced at you for a second too long. It was an understatement saying that Steve was overprotective of you.
“...so she walked off because I told her I didn’t like how her cousin was talking to her.”
Eddie frowned. “Her… cousin?”
“Yeah, that bastard,” Steve grunted. “I don’t trust any men around her. She’s too sweet, too naive… And now she’s pissed at me, so I bought those flowers for her.”
Eddie looked at the enormous bouquet of tulips on the backseat. “Huh.”
“I trust you though,” Steve added, hitting his arm. “I’m glad you can keep an eye on her when I’m working.”
As Steve kept driving, Eddie’s eyes accidentally wandered to his friend’s crotch, suddenly remembering your conversation with Robin. It looked a bit voluptuous with the pants he was wearing, and if you were saying the truth, those curves probably were his—
He gulped and looked away, his cheeks turning the deepest shade of red. Why the fuck was he thinking about Steve’s cock? Because he wanted to be like him? Or to see it?
No, no, no. None. Steve and you were his friends, and that was it.
Eddie needed to forget about both completely or he would lose you forever.
— — —
It was well past midnight when Steve’s house phone woke you up. You pushed your boyfriend’s arm off your body and sat up.
He noticed the sudden coldness and quickly got up. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
You smiled tiredly at him. “I’ll answer the phone.”
“No, no.” He pulled you back to bed, kissed your cheek, and stood up. “I got it. Keep resting, baby.”
Steve rushed to his house’s first floor and answered the phone grumpily. “What?”
It was Robin. “Dude, is Y/N there? Can we invade you?”
“No. It’s one in the morning.”
“It’s Saturday. Don’t be a party pooper!”
Eddie’s voice sounded far away as he yelled, “Tell him we have weed!”
Steve jumped, startled, when you hugged him from behind. “Who is it, baby?” you mumbled.
Robin screamed so you could hear her, “Y/N! Tell your boring ass man that if he doesn’t let us crash there tonight, we’ll get in through the chimney.”
You smiled confused. “Why don’t you want them here?”
Steve sighed and lowered the phone. His thumb caressed your cheek. “You’re tired, sweetheart. We had sex for, like, three hours.”
“Ew! Stop. Don’t say more details while I’m here,” Robin complained. “See you on thirty. Shower, please. With soap!”
And she hung up.
Steve whined and threw the phone back in its place. “She gets more annoying every day.”
You chuckled and kissed his back. “She’s right, though. We should shower.”
He turned around and smirked down at you. “And have a sixth round there?”
Almost an hour later, Eddie parked badly outside the Harrington’s mansion. You were wearing one of Steve’s shirt and big gym shorts as you let your friends in.
“Welcome, weed fairies.”
Robin and Eddie shared a guilty look. “Umm, that was a lie. We don’t have it.”
From the staircase, Steve grunted. “Then turn around and leave.” At your pointed glare, he forced a smile. “I’m kidding.”
Robin hugged you tightly, kissed your head, and waved her bag. “We have board games, though.”
“And wine.” Eddie greeted you by patting your head, aware of Steve’s presence.
You gasped excitedly and closed the door. “Red?”
Steve slumped down on the couch. “You’re not drinking that.”
Robin glared at him as she pulled out various board games. “Let her be.”
“You know how she gets with red wine,” Steve muttered.
You crossed your arms. “What does that mean?”
Eddie and Robin recognized that tone; they averted their eyes and pretended to read Monopoly’s instructions.
Thankfully, Steve and you took the argument to the kitchen.
“I can drink whatever I want,” you muttered. “We’re home. Nothing bad will happen.”
He passed a hand through his face. “Do you remember the last time you drank red wine?”
“... no?”
Steve continued, “You don’t remember when you broke up with me for two hours because I couldn’t take you to Disneyland at four in the morning?”
You blinked, trying to remember, and giggled awkwardly. “Oh, right. But we’re back together!”
He wasn’t laughing. “Remember the night you tried to steal the neighbor’s dog?”
“It was a pomeranian! You know I’m crazy for them,” you whined.
“And what about when you tried to jump from my second floor to the pool?”
“That… is actually very possible and safe. I saw it in a movie!” you joked.
But Steve’s face was stoic; he was far from budging. You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know why I’m explaining myself. I’m an adult.”
You brushed past him, but he seized your arm. “Y/N, I’m serious.”
“Well, me too!” you snapped. “You’re so controlling sometimes.”
He dropped his hold. “Fine. Be a fucking idiot, get wasted, and see who will take care of you, because I certainly won’t.”
“You’re not my dad,” you bit back.
Steve scoffed. “As if he even cares about you…”
His harsh tone made you flinch. Every time you fought, Steve was an expert at attacking with words.
He noticed your hurt eyes and felt like the biggest piece of shit. “I– Baby, I didn’t mean that.”
You turned away, not wanting him to see the inevitable tears. “You just spoke without thinking, right?”
Steve gulped as you took the words from his lips. He engulfed you in a hug and scattered kisses across your face. “I love you. I’m sorry. I’m the idiot.”
Right now, you wanted to run to your parents' house and cry on your childhood bed. You had moved out a year ago, staying now at the Harringtons’ by Steve’s petition, but you sometimes missed the peace of being alone.
He brushed away the tears. “I’m just looking out for you. I worry too much, I know. But you’re my girl. I want what’s best for you.”
You almost replied back with an angry remark, but got interrupted by the kitchen door opening. Eddie looked at both of you with wide eyes. “Stop fighting. It’s not red wine. It’s white!”
Steve soothed your back. “You want a cup, princess?”
You frowned. “I thought you said I'm an idiot when I drink.”
Steve clenched his jaw, realizing you were still mad.
Eddie’s eyebrows raised. He took a step back. “Umm, I’ll be in the living room.”
“No,” Steve snapped. “Give me the wine.”
He took it from his friend’s hand and poured some in a cup. “You wanted to drink… Then fucking drink.” He shoved it into your hands. “But if you do something crazy, you have to promise to never ever drink again.”
You clenched your fists. “I have a better idea.” Picking the bottle from the counter, you poured a second cup. “We all drink and see who’s the real idiot.”
Eddie wanted to jump off a building from how uncomfortable he was feeling. He had moved in with his uncle to avoid watching his parents fight… and this was a similar sight.
Steve grasped the cup and took a long sip. “Fine. Let’s do it.”
The three of you came back to the living room with two more cups for Eddie and Robin. The latter had set the Monopoly board on the center of the coffee table and was distributing the money.
“Ready to be capitalist bastards?” she asked, receiving her cup with an excited smile.
Eddie smirked. “Ready to watch you buy the poorest properties and lose in the first twenty minutes? Absolutely.”
Steve sat in front of you, still glaring at each other. Knowing your favorite, he placed the dog as your token next to his racecar at the start. It had been a simple detail, but your heart clenched slightly.
The game went on for almost two hours and, to everyone’s surprise, you were winning. It seemed that your wine experience had made your body more tolerant to it, so the other three were twice as drunk.
Eddie was lying down on the floor, trying to understand his properties’ names. “I swear I had another green one.”
“Are there purple ones left? Oh, they’re blue… But I saw purple properties before,” Steve slurred drunkenly, scanning the board. “I think Robin stole one of mine.”
The accused one gasped and shoved her cards to his face. “I literally only have two brown ones. Y/N is crushing us. Let’s start a union!”
You giggled as you counted your thousands of fake dollars. “Prepare for bankruptcy, Buckley. Or should I say, ‘No Bucks-ley’?”
Steve gave you a loving glance. His socked foot caressed your leg under the coffee table. “If I laugh at your bad joke, would you gift me some bucks, honey?”
The alcohol had taken away any angry thoughts from your minds. You pretended to think, tapping your chin while smirking at him. “Take off your shirt and I’ll consider it.”
Robin threw the dice at Steve. “You can’t sell your body for money; this isn’t real life.”
He protected his face with his arms before glaring at her. “Ouch? And there aren’t any rules against prostitution here.”
She shrugged and served everyone more wine. “No one wants to see your hairy chest anyway.”
“I do,” you instinctively said… and to your surprise, Eddie did too.
You two exchanged a surprised glare, then chuckled drunkenly. Steve was too wasted to notice, but Robin froze for a second.
“You’re spending too much time with me, Ed,” you joked, taking another long sip.
Robin frowned at Eddie, but he avoided her eyes completely.
Steve threw the dice back on the board and, unfortunately, landed on one of your properties. He pouted. “I don’t have forty bucks, baby. Can you make an exception?”
You pouted back and extended a hand over the board. He squeezed it with hope, but you frowned. “Give me your last twenty dollars. You’re officially bankrupt.”
Robin and Eddie doubled over, clutching their stomachs as they laughed. Steve sighed and gave you everything he owned as he finally lost.
HONK HONK
You frowned at the sudden car horn outside. Steve stood up, almost stumbling, and leaned against the wall. “Can someone check that? I’ll get some water.”
Robin crawled to the window and peeked through the curtains. “It’s Vickie! Ugh, she looks so pretty with her nurse outfit. I need her.”
Eddie yawned and rested on his elbows. “Tell her there’s no more wine.”
You rose up carefully. “I’ll let her in.”
“No. I’m leaving with her.” Robin threw all her fake money and cards to Eddie. “Have all my properties too, buttercup. Buh-bye.”
He gasped excitedly. “Thank you, cupcake!”
You were too drunk to care about their odd nicknames. “I wished you had invited her in. She’s so nice.”
Robin combed her hair with her fingers. “I can’t have her naked with all of you around.” She smirked and kissed your forehead. “Bye. Good luck with those losers, sweet pea.”
“See you on Monday, Rob!” Steve yelled from the kitchen.
“Goodbye, idiot. Don’t get her pregnant!” she replied.
You unlocked the door, but before Robin could leave, she whispered with a mischievous smirk. “You never know what’s going through men’s minds. Roll the dice and find out. Bye!”
She pranced like a pony towards her girlfriend’s car, making her laugh. They drove away while you were left at the door, completely disoriented.
‘Roll the dice’? As in ‘keep playing’? But her tone sounded like she was referring to something else. Damn, you were too drunk for random riddles.
You gasped when Steve embraced you from behind. He snorted and kissed your cheek. “Didn’t mean to scare you, baby. Close the door. It’s cold outside.”
As you locked the entrance and walked back to the living room, you watched Steve lightly kicking Eddie’s side. “You alive?”
He opened his eyes and sat up. “Who won?”
You chuckled and jumped face down to the couch. “I’m too tired to continue.”
Steve slapped your ass playfully before sitting down next to Eddie. You turned your head sideways to watch them. Your boyfriend messed with the other boy’s hair before placing his legs over his. Eddie pushed Steve off before hovering over him to wrestle.
As they rolled around on the floor, you slowly sat up, eyes glued on their wandering hands, ears focused on their drunken giggles. Your cheeks reddened as Eddie’s strong bicep circled around Steve’s neck from behind.
Seeing your boyfriend so helpless under another man wasn’t supposed to make you this turned on.
“I give up.” Steve freed himself and sprawled down on the floor. “I’m too tired to beat you.”
“You never win anyway,” Eddie joked. He noticed your gaze and his smirk turned into a soft smile. “Why are you so quiet, huh?”
You took a sip from Steve’s water, a million thoughts reeling on your mind, as your eyes traveled through Eddie’s body. His shirt had risen up, revealing a bit of his happy trail.
Steve crawled to you and opened your legs, kneeling between them as he kissed your legs lovingly. “What’s on your mind, baby?”
A crazy idea morphed into desire at seeing both boys on the floor, staring up at you. Steve recognized the lust in your eyes and his kisses turned hungrier as they reached your inner thighs.
You moaned softly when he left a love bite and started pulling down your shorts.
Eddie cleared his throat nervously. “I should go.”
“No,” Steve and you exclaimed at the same time, surprising each other.
Your boyfriend licked his lips, hesitating. “You can stay and watch.”
Eddie’s cheeks turned scarlet. He opened and closed his mouth like a doomed fish, then whispered. “A-are you sure?”
“Yes,” you whined. “S-sit here, Ed.”
Steve unbuckled his belt, needing to free himself, while you took off your shorts and underwear. Eddie sat on the farthest point of the couch, his eyes shifting from your open wet pussy to Steve’s voluminous tip peeking out of the waistband of his briefs.
Fuck, it was big.
Eddie palmed himself over his pants and whimpered. You bit your lip at the sight. Steve placed your legs over his shoulders and pulled you to the couch’s edge. He didn't waste a second and spat on your pussy.
He looked at Eddie and smirked. “Touch yourself while you watch us. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”
Ed quickly shoved down his pants and briefs to his knees and stroked his painfully hard cock.
Your legs quivered as Steve devoured you. His tongue was everywhere, making patterns on your clit, licking stripes across your folds, and fucking into you.
“Oh, fuck!” you moaned and grasped his hair.
Your eyes drifted to Eddie’s, causing his cock to twitch. He watched you tremble as waves of pleasure traveled through your body, then looked down at Steve’s tongue moving magnificently.
Eddie couldn’t decide if he wanted to be Steve or be you.
You glanced down at your boyfriend, whose eyes were already on you as he kept lavishing you. ‘Roll the dice,’ Robin had said… The three of you had already crossed boundaries; might as well cross more.
“Baby,” you whimpered. “C-can I touch Eddie?”
Steve stopped, your words sobering him up for a second. He pulled back, hesitating between his desire to possess you and his hunger to share you with his closest friend.
You pulled Steve up until his face was near you. “Remember what we talked about threesomes?”
Eddie’s ears perked up.
Steve fiddled with the hem of your —his— shirt and whispered, “I told you I don’t like them.”
“No, you said we could try if we found someone you trusted,” you replied. “And who better than Eddie?”
Steve sighed. “Are you completely sure? We’re kinda drunk.”
You scoffed. “The excitement is sobering me up.” Your fingers squeezed his shoulders. “What ‘bout you?”
He couldn’t lie to himself; the thought of another man’s hands on you made his blood boil, but imagining you taking two dicks at the same time…
Steve grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you into a fierce kiss. He bit your lip and whispered, “I’m in.”
Eddie froze as both pairs of eyes drifted to him. He cleared his throat and stopped stroking himself. “Hi?”
You chuckled and scooted closer to him, Steve sitting next to you. Eddie gulped when your hand found his cock. His eyes flew to Steve’s. “What—?”
Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “D’you wanna do this or not? We’re not gonna beg.”
Eddie almost broke his neck from how hard he nodded. “Yes! Yeah. I mean… You’re letting me do anything?”
“Anything she wants and is comfortable with,” Steve muttered.
Your hands crept up to pull at Eddie’s shirt, silently asking him to take it off, while you faced your boyfriend. “What are your limits?”
Steve watched as you caressed Eddie’s abs. “You stop when I say so.”
You sat back while both boys stared, waiting for your next move, and took off your shirt. You placed your hands on your lap and shrugged. “What’re you waiting for? Kiss me.”
They moved in a flash. Steve gripped your left thigh and attacked your neck while Eddie placed a shaky hand on your tummy and kissed your jaw.
As their kisses moved across your face, both almost reaching your lips, you grabbed their cheeks, angling their mouths together. But when their lips met, they immediately pulled back and redirected themselves to you.
Ugh.
As much as you were enjoying the attention, you wanted to try again. When they got back to kissing your cheeks, you ducked back and brought their mouths together. This time… it worked. Eddie’s lips pressed firmly against Steve’s, making his mouth open wider to welcome his tongue.
You leaned back on the couch, watching with a devious smirk as your boyfriend and his friend kissed. It was the hottest thing you had seen in your entire life. Eddie tilted his head to deepen the kiss and Steve grasped his neck to pull him closer.
Fuck, you needed so badly to take a picture. This sight would be printed on your mind forever.
Almost instinctively, your fingers rubbed your clit. Yet the second a moan escaped your mouth, they pulled back and stared at each other in shock.
“No, don’t stop,” you whined. “Kiss again.”
Steve’s face was resembling a tomato as he stammered, “I’m n-not gay.”
Eddie gulped and looked away. “Me neither.”
You rolled your eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with kissing your friends. You were clearly enjoying it. Besides…” You held their faces again, slowly pulling them closer. “Whatever happens here, stay here.”
Steve and Eddie hesitated, their eyes dropping to each other’s lips before diving in again. Your grin widened. Oh, you had them right where you wanted them.
Still making out with his friend, Steve spread your legs and pushed his middle finger inside you. Eddie squeezed your right breast before teasing your nipple with his thumb.
You were in heaven, moaning and arching your back like a possessed woman.
Steve pulled back from Eddie to cup your jaw and kiss you fervently, inserting a second finger. Eddie’s lips dropped to suck one of your nipples while his right hand slithered to Steve’s cock, wrapping his fingers around it tentatively. When the boy didn’t repel, he stroked it slowly.
Steve moaned against your mouth, letting your tongue sweep across his bottom lip before slipping inside. One of your hands caressed your boyfriend’s hair while the other took hold of Eddie’s glistening cock. He whimpered against your breast, bit your nipple, and pulled it lightly.
Eddie couldn’t believe he was finally touching you, devouring you, you, you, you… He sat up rapidly, held your face, and pushed Steve away from your lips to replace him. Drunk on lust, you kissed him back just as hungrily.
And even if he had done the same—fuck, his hand was literally on his cock—Steve felt a pang of jealousy. “Stop.”
You immediately pulled back from Eddie, who ceased his handjob too. Both stared at him expectantly.
“No kissing between you two. That’s my only limit,” Steve mumbled, a bit nervous. “Anything but that.”
Because for him, intimacy was way deeper than sex. He could share your body for pleasure, but your tender kisses were just for him.
You didn’t agree with your boyfriend in that aspect—watching him kiss Eddie had literally been the highlight of your year—but you could understand him.
“Alright, baby. Don’t worry.” You pecked Steve’s lips, took his fingers out of your pussy, and stood up. You quirked an eyebrow. “Isn’t it unfair that I’m the only one completely naked?”
They got on their feet and removed their remaining clothes without a second thought. The closeness between Steve and Eddie felt overwhelming, neither daring to look at each other. Now they were getting self-conscious? Ugh…
You knelt down between them. “Give me a hair tie, Ed.”
After gathering your hair in a messy ponytail, you smirked up at both of them. “Touch each other, boys.”
They stared at each other nervously, then down at their cocks. Eddie gulped at his first complete view of Steve’s size, wondering how painful it would feel inside him—
You. Inside you… Yes, that was definitely what he had wondered.
Steve had never seen another man’s cock, apart from accidental glimpses in men’s bathrooms. Eddie’s was thicker—but not longer—than his. Still, a good size to make you choke.
Your boyfriend roughly grasped you by the ponytail. “Who put you in charge, princess?”
Eddie snorted. “You’re right. She’s too bossy.”
You gasped. “I’m not—”
Steve took advantage of your open mouth and shoved you towards Eddie’s cock. The latter didn’t hesitate in aligning and pushing it past your lips.
“Be a good girl and deepthroat him like I taught you,” Steve ordered, still holding your hair.
Your tongue traced along his length as Steve bobbed your head rhythmically. He was forcing you to relax your throat and take his friend’s cock deeper.
Eddie was a whimpering mess, his half-lidded eyes lingering on your beautiful body on your knees for him. Tears were welling in your eyes as you took him fully, your nose grazing his base. But despite the pain, you weren’t giving up.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he confessed.
Steve stopped you and glared at him. “Oh, you have?”
Eddie paled and smiled nervously as he lied, “Dreamed of a blowjob from anyone, n-not specifically from your girl, of course.”
You whined when Steve pulled you off his friend’s cock. “You heard that, baby? The only man I’ve allowed near you has dreamed of fucking what’s mine.”
“Steve—” you started.
“I’m not done talking,” he cut you off while kneeling behind you. His hand gripped your hips as he pressed his crotch to your ass. “Eddie’s been a good friend to me. I feel like we have a genuine bond.”
Eddie knelt in front of you and looked at Steve with pleading eyes. “I swear I wouldn’t have ever touched her without your permission, man. I respect both of you.”
Steve’s scowl morphed to a smirk. “I’m messing with you. Don’t cry. I’ve seen how you look at her… And at me. I imagined this would eventually happen.”
Eddie blushed and you looked back at Steve, confused as hell. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
He suddenly slid into you, a grunt escaping his mouth. “Ah, fuck… You wanted a threesome; Ed wanted to fuck us. Figured it’d be my Christmas present for both.” He held your hair again and bent you until your lips grazed Eddie’s cock. “Keep giving him a good time, baby. Don’t disappoint me.”
Pleasure radiated through Eddie’s body as you hollowed your cheeks and took him deeply. His cock hit the back of your throat with each of Steve’s rough thrusts. With a hand on your hair, Steve’s left hand grasped his friend’s neck and pulled him to a messy, open-mouthed kiss.
It felt bitter that you could only hear their lips moving sinfully above you, but you were too cock drunk to complain.
Eddie’s fingers thread through Steve’s perfect hair. He had wanted to dishevel it since high school… although not exactly in this context.
Steve was an amazing kisser, his tongue winning a war against Eddie’s inside of his mouth. And down there, you were incredible at suppressing your reflexes and taking him completely.
Eddie understood now why you were always needing each other. If he had either of you, he would never leave his bed. But, well, what's better than having both at the same time?
Your boyfriend pulled back, smirking at his friend. “You’re being too gentle with her.”
Eddie was so focused on the intoxicating pleasure that he had stopped moving. He delicately placed his hands on your hair, hesitant about hurting you.
Steve rolled his eyes. “I know she looks fragile, but she likes it rough.” He gripped your hips until his fingers were undoubtedly leaving marks and gave you a sharp thrust. “You like being treated like a whore, don’t you?”
You moaned around Eddie’s cock, nodding as best as you could. Steve slapped your ass before pounding hard into you. “Use her mouth, man. When will you get another chance like this?”
Eddie tried to ignore your doe eyes staring up at him, held your ponytail firmly and guided himself deeper. He quickened his pace, the heat of your mouth making him whimper and grunt.
Steve controlled his rhythm until they were filling you at the same time, giving you less than a second to recover. He had fucked you enough times to feel when you were getting close to the end.
“Fuck, she clenches so good around me,” he groaned and spanked your ass. “You need to feel it, man.”
Eddie smirked. “You’d really let me?”
Steve nodded. “I have an idea… Pull out.”
They got off you at the same time, causing you to fall face forward to the floor. Eddie grimaced and quickly helped you up. “Sorry, sorry.”
But you smiled at him, panting. “I’m fine.”
Steve kissed your spine and turned you around. You quietly stared at each other, the same thought passing through your minds.
You paled but nodded. “I can take it.”
Eddie frowned, trying to read your minds, but it seemed to only be a couple’s ability.
Steve kissed your temple. “If it’s too much, say it. Tell him your safe word.”
“Pancake,” you said with fake seriousness.
After the three of you chuckled, Steve pushed him to lie on the floor with you straddling him. Eddie’s eyes widened as he remembered your conversation with Robin: you liked it raw.
He nervously rambled, “I’m clean, by the way. I know I should’ve said it before, but I did a test two months ago because my uncle’s ex-girlfriend is a nurse and—”
You covered his mouth. “We believe you. We’re clean too. Don’t worry.”
Steve kissed your shoulder as he looked down at Eddie. “And she’s on the pill, but if you want to use a cond—”
“No!” he yelled before clearing his throat awkwardly and whispering, “No, no. It’s fine.”
You sighed and grabbed his cock. After a few strokes, you sank into it. Used to Steve’s size, Eddie’s felt easy and painless. You leaned forward and placed your hands on his chest for support as you rode him.
Eddie exhaled shakily, trying to compose himself, and his thumbs caressed your moving hips. “You’re very tight… Feels great.”
You accelerated the pace and looked back at Steve, who was stroking himself slowly. “Baby, I need you too.”
Steve moved without hesitation. Eddie supposed your boyfriend would help with a kiss on your lips and rubs on your clit… but Steve knelt behind you, pressed a hand on your shoulder blades until your breasts were pressed against Eddie’s chest, and spat on your anus.
Holy shit… Eddie licked his lips. “Have you done this before?”
You shook your head, panting as you continued riding him. “I mean, I’ve t-taken him from behind, but n-never—”
“Two at the same time,” Steve completed for you. He spread his spit around you before pressing a thumb in. “She’ll take it like the good slut she is, though. Right, baby?”
You closed your eyes, shuddering from the feeling, and whispered. “Y-yes, Steve.”
Eddie tried to help by thrusting up into you, letting you rest against his chest, while Steve stretched you enough for his cock.
You kissed Eddie’s nose. “I’ll be fine. You worry too much.”
He knew he should be feeling like a winner; he was finally fulfilling his wish of being inside you. But the thought of you taking two cocks on both holes at the same time… especially with Steve’s rough treatment?
No, Eddie was sure you would snap in half.
He stroked your cheek and whispered, “If it hurts too much, I’ll stop. Let’s not force it, okay?”
Steve rolled his eyes at his sweet words. Eddie didn’t know you if he thought a bit of pain would stop you. “Are you forgetting she has begged me for a threesome for almost a year?”
Eddie glared at him. “Dude, I’m serious. I don’t wanna hurt her.”
Your boyfriend soothed your back as he pressed his tip against your back entrance, pushing inch by inch. You grasped Eddie’s shoulders, the burning running through you.
Steve stopped once he fully impaled you to let you adjust. He breathed shakily, trying to not let the tightness consume his control. “You okay, baby?”
You nodded, not trusting yourself to elaborate a coherent sentence. “M-move.”
Even if you had never felt such a tremendous pain, the dual sensation of fullness gave you a thrilling, unfathomable pleasure. You were stretched beyond what you had thought possible.
“Both,” you added. “Both move.”
Steve held your waist as he found a careful yet deep rhythm. Beneath you, Eddie placed his feet firmly on the floor to slowly thrust up into you, his arms around you while he kissed your neck.
“It’s okay. You’re doing so good, babe,” Eddie whispered, soothing your back.
Watching him act all sweet with you, the way a boyfriend should, struck a nerve inside Steve. He got hold of your ponytail and his pace picked up, making you gasp. “Such a whore. Bet you’d love a third cock down your throat.”
You moaned as he spanked your ass cheek and drove into you faster, pulling your hair viciously. “Oh, fuck! Just like that, Steve.”
Even though he was buried inside you, Eddie felt left out when you said your boyfriend’s name. It reminded him of the truth: Steve would have you again and again after tonight, while Eddie… he would go back to friend status.
Fuck it. Maybe Steve was right. When would Eddie get a chance like this with you again?
His hands lowered to grasp your hips and his thrusts became frantic. After a few minutes, Steve and Eddie synced up, one withdrawing as the other drove into you.
Your mind went blank from the overwhelming fullness. The soaking friction, the whiny moans, the deep grunts, and the slapping of skin filled the quiet night.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you couldn’t stop moaning. Your body was gripping their throbbing cocks like a vice.
Steve groaned as one of his hands held your neck. “I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna remind you who owns you, baby.”
Eddie saw red. He leaned down to kiss and bite your breasts, determined to leave hickeys. Your pussy fluttered around him, your orgasm close.
Their pace increased impossibly harder. Possessive, frantic, rough, and ruthless.
You were bouncing between them, completely filled with each movement. Their hands gripped everywhere; their mouths attacked wherever they could reach. You were being thoroughly consumed by them.
Each thrust was sending a sharp lightning right to your clit. Your thighs started to shake from the mix of pain and satisfaction.
“I’m close,” you whined.
Eddie smirked, sweat running down his forehead. “I can feel it.”
Steve huffed at his words, but pleasing you was his main mission. His hand dropped to your front, his fingers finding your clit. “Come around him, baby.”
The new stimulation blurred your vision as your orgasm tore your body. “Steve! Eddie! Fuck!”
They groaned at the clenching feeling of your release. The unbearable pressure brought them close too.
Steve finished first, buried to the hilt as he emptied himself inside your tightest hole. But as the high lowered, he realized he had forgotten another limit. “Shit, wait, Eddie don’t come inside—”
Eddie came with a groan, spilling all his cum inside you. You went rigid, but not from the white waves warming you. Steve pulled his softening cock off you, lifted you out of Eddie and delicately laid you on the couch.
You looked worriedly at Eddie, who was still sprawled on the floor, clueless of the rage in your boyfriend’s eyes. “Steve, dont—”
“I’ll fucking kill you, Munson.”
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a/n: omg thank u for the 5k notes on dustin's sister! what the helly?! i love u guys. here is the promised steve x reader x eddie threesome. i kinda want a part 2...
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.2k
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: smut, just pure filth really, posessive steve, desperate eddie, a lot of swearing, I couldn't help it, maybe some repetitive words but smut vocabulary just has it's limits
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when Steve catches Eddie staring a little too long at his girlfriend, he doesn’t throw a punch—he extends an invitation. And as Eddie quickly learns, Steve doesn’t just share; he teaches, with slow, filthy demonstrations.
𝐚/𝐧: I got insanely stoned and wrote this so if it came out too horny i'm sorry, also im ovulating oops. I've prolly been very inconsistent with grammar tenses but I can't be bothered to check it. I usually correct my grammar after i've already posted so the masterlist link has significantly less errors than earlier versions
The living room was bathed in the flickering glow of the TV, some forgotten horror movie playing on low volume—The Thing, maybe, or was it Halloween?—its eerie soundtrack warping under the weight of the thick, sweet-smelling haze curling through the air. Eddie had outdone himself with this new strain, something sticky and potent that left his limbs heavy and his usual sharp edges dulled into something languid and warm, his thoughts perhaps a bit too syrupy.
“—I know I talk a big game, man, but fuck. I have no clue what I’m doing when it actually comes down to it.” His voice is a low mumble, words slipping out like he hadn’t meant to say them at all. He tips his head back against the couch cushions, staring at the ceiling as if it might hold answers.
Steve blinks at him, slow and rhythmically, before snorting. “What, like… at all?”
“Yeah, man. Like—” Eddie waves a hand vaguely, the silver of his rings glinting as he moves. “How the fuck am I supposed to know what sounds are real and which ones are fake? It’s fucking Russian roulette.” The next reaction from Steve is immediate, no hesitation. Just a lazy, knowing smirk as he stretches his arms behind his head. “Huh... Well, once you know the difference, it becomes pretty obvious.” He pauses, just long enough to take a quick glance over Eddie’s face. “If you really need some pointers, I can ask my girlfriend if she wants to help you out.”
Eddie nearly comes crashing to the fucking floor.
Because fuck. He’s had a crush on you for, like, forever. Not that he’s ever admitted it out loud—not when Steve Harrington has a reputation for rearranging the faces of guys who so much as look at you wrong. Eddie has seen it happen: some poor asshole at a party, fingers skimming your ass as you passed, and bam—Steve’s fist in his jaw before anyone could blink. There’s even a rumour some idiot once stared a little too long at the way your lips wrapped around the neck of your beer bottle and then slurred, “Wanna spin my bottle?”
Word is, Steve dropped him in one hit. No warning. No theatrics. Just pure, primal instinct.
So yeah, Eddie’s kept his mouth shut.
But now? Now Steve is watching him with this lazy, half-lidded expression, like he hasn’t just detonated a goddamn bomb in Eddie’s head.
“You’re fucking with me.” Eddie pleads, his voice rough.
Steve just grins—slow, deliberate—his eyes dark with something Eddie can't name. “Nah, man. She’s actually really into that kinda stuff.” His voice drops, gravel scraping over each word, and Eddie’s stomach flips “And I’d do anything for her.” The air feels thick as Eddie’s pulse roars in his ears, his throat suddenly bone-dry. Is this a test? A trap? Christ. Harrington was going to be the death of him, and worse—Eddie knew he’d fucking thank him for it.
His fingers twitch at his sides. “...Yeah?”
Steve’s smile only widens, but his eyes soften. “Yeah.”
When Eddie shows up at your place the next night, he’s strung tight enough to power Hawkins twice over, his pulse hammering in his throat. He’s spent the last twenty-four hours convincing himself he’d imagined the whole conversation, that there was no way Steve Harrington just offered—
And then you open the door.
Dressed in nothing but one of Steve’s old band tees, the fabric riding high on your thighs, you greet him with a smile that damn near stops his heart. “Hey, Eddie.”
His mouth goes dry. And before he can choke out a response, Steve is behind you, hands sliding possessively around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. And then—Jesus Christ.
The kiss Steve gives you isn’t just heated—it’s filthy. All tongue and teeth, your fingers twisting in his hair as he backs you against the doorframe, his hands already under your shirt like it’s a regular Tuesday afternoon.
Eddie’s knees nearly give out.
“Watch,” Steve murmurs against your lips when he finally breaks away, his gaze flicking to Eddie over your shoulder. His voice dark and commanding. “And pay attention.”
Then, right there in the doorway, Steve pulls the shirt over your head—meticulously slow, like he wants Eddie to memorise every second. And, well—Eddie does.
He memorises the way your breath hitches when Steve’s fingers brush over your ribs, the way you arch into his touch, the soft, real sounds spilling from your lips as Steve’s mouth finds the top of your breasts.
Eddie’s throat protests as he swallows, fingers twitching at his sides like he can’t decide whether to bolt or drop to his knees.
Steve notices—of course he does—and his lips curl into something dangerously close to a challenge. “You just going to stand there, Munson?” His hands slide down your hips, squeezing just hard enough to make you softly gasp. “Thought you wanted to learn.” Eddie manages to get control over his brain just long enough to answer, “I—Yeah. Fuck. Yeah. I do.”
Steve hums, pleased, and spins you around to face Eddie fully, his palm splayed possessively over your stomach. “Then get over here.”
It’s not a request.
Eddie moves like a man in a trance, close enough now to feel the heat of your skin, to catch the intoxicating scent of your perfume. His gaze darts between your face and Steve’s fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over your collarbone.
“First lesson,” Steve murmurs, leaning in to nip at your earlobe. “Don’t just touch. Listen.” His free hand reaches out, grabbing Eddie’s wrist and dragging it toward you. “Feel how she reacts.”
Eddie’s fingertips brush your waist—hesitant at first, then firmer when you shiver under his touch. His breath hitches as you lean into him, lashes fluttering when his thumb grazes the delicate curve of your ribs.
“Good.” Steve’s voice is low, eyes locked on Eddie’s every twitch. “Now kiss her.”
Eddie’s head jerks up. “What?”
Steve’s grin is all teeth. “Unless you don’t—”
“No, I—fuck.” He surges forward, crashing his mouth against yours like a man starved. It’s messy and desperate, and he barely gets a taste before Steve yanks you back by the waist, eyebrows furrowed in disapproval.
“Jesus Christ. Not like that.”
Eddie stumbles after you as Steve kicks the door shut behind them. “It’s like you were raised by wolves.”
Eddie opens his mouth to protest—then snaps it shut. Because Steve’s right. He’s a wreck.
“What are you waiting for, a written invitation?” Steve’s voice is rough with impatience. “Kiss her again.”
Eddie hesitates—just for a second—before lust wins the war. This time, when his lips find yours, it’s still hungry, but it’s also aware, his movements more controlled. For a heartbeat, he’s terrified Steve will deem him unworthy of you altogether and kick him back to the curb—until you moan into it, until your fists twist in his shirt and drag him closer.
Steve groans in approval against your shoulder. “That’s it,” he rasps, pressing you forward just enough that Eddie can feel your heartbeat against his chest. “Now slow down. Make her want it.”
Eddie whimpers, but obeys, pulling back just enough to tease your lower lip between his teeth before licking into your mouth like you’re water and he’s been dying of thirst.
The sound you make—the soft, wanting whine—it's the hottest thing he’s ever heard. Steve pulls you back again, but this time, there’s satisfaction in his grin. “See?” His thumb swipes over your kiss-swollen lips, smug. “She likes it when you take your time.”
Steve doesn’t let go of you—not really. Even as he nudges you toward the couch, his palm stays glued to the small of your back, steering you like he owns every inch of space you move through. Eddie doesn’t need to be told to follow; his pulse hammers in his throat, fingers flexing like he’s already imagining the weight of you beneath them.
“Sit.” Steve’s order cracks through the air, and Eddie drops onto an armchair like his strings have been cut.
You don’t get the chance to join him. Steve catches your wrist, yanking you back against his chest instead. His mouth brushes your ear, voice a low, possessive hum: “Nah, sweetheart. You’re staying right here.” His fingers trail down your arm before guiding your hand to Eddie’s jaw. “Let him earn it.”
Eddie’s breath stutters. Christ. Up close, you’re devastating. The way your eyes shimmer with pure lust, the way your lips part—just slightly—when Steve’s fingers skim over the lace of your bra. The syrupy moan you let out when he pinches your nipple over it, just enough to make your back arch—
“See that?” Steve’s voice is rough against your ear. “She gets loud when she’s turned on. You just have to know how to listen.” Eddie nods, swallowing hard. His hands hover over your hips like he’s afraid you’ll dissolve under his touch. Steve rolls his eyes.
“Jesus, Munson. You’re not going to break her.” He grabs Eddie’s wrist, pressing his palm flat against your stomach. “Feel how warm she is? How fucking desperate?”
Eddie’s fingers twitch. He can feel it—the rapid rise and fall of your breath, the way your skin burns under his touch.
“Now”, Steve murmurs, lips grazing your shoulder, “show me what you’ve learned.”
Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice.
This time, when he kisses you, it’s relaxed—calculated. He licks into your mouth like he’s savouring it, one hand sliding up your ribs while the other tangles in your hair. And when you moan, when your hips jerk forward like you just can’t help it, Eddie groans against your lips like he’s just discovered fucking religion.
Steve watches, eyes dark with approval. “Better,” he rasps. Then, with a smirk: “Get on your knees.”
Eddie freezes, and Steve arches a brow,“got a problem?”
“No—fuck, no.” Eddie’s already sliding to the floor, knees hitting the carpet with a thud. His hands find your thighs, gripping just tight enough to feel the muscle tense under his fingers.
Steve’s smirk widens. “Good.”
The praise goes straight to Eddie’s dick.
You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make him gasp—and God, Eddie’s never been so hard in his life.
Steve’s voice is a murmur as he trails a path down your throat, bruises already blooming under his mouth. “Now, make her beg.”
Eddie’s breathing is ragged as he looks up at you—fuck, the way your pupils are blown wide, the way your chest rises with every shaky inhale. Steve’s fingers are still tangled in your hair, his thumb brushing a stray strand behind your ear with a tenderness that feels domestic. Your eyes meet Eddie’s just before they flutter shut, and it’s all the permission he needs. His mouth finds the inside of your knee first, lips dragging slowly and hot up your skin, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm. Steve hums, tracing your ribs and sliding your bra strap down your shoulder. His palm cups your breast as it spills free, kneading with a lazy possessiveness that has your hips jerking forward—but Eddie holds you steady, determined.
His tongue traces past the waistband of your panties like he’s trying to memorise the shape of you, and when his eyes flick up to Steve, all he finds is lust, raw and unfiltered. So Eddie hooks his fingers into the fabric and pulls, dragging it down your legs as he kisses a trail after it, reverent even in his hunger. His fingers work you with surprising precision, his gaze desperate for approval—and when he curls them just right, you gasp, arching into his touch with a moan loud enough to make Steve’s smirk falter. He wasn’t expecting that.
The slip in Steve’s control sends a thrill through Eddie, and he murmurs against your thigh, voice rough: “You sound so fucking sweet—bet you taste even better.” Steve’s grip tightens on your hip, hard enough to bruise, but you don’t seem to mind.
He’d meant to teach. Now, he’s learning.
And the way you’re unravelling under Eddie’s touch stirs something awake inside of him. Eddie’s got a musician’s dexterity, his fingers able to coax sinful melodies from you with every twist. When you whimper Eddie’s name, Steve’s jaw clenches, but he doesn’t stop him. Just watches with a gaze darker than the midnight sky itself as Eddie’s breath ghosts over you, your thighs trembling. “Please—”
The word barely leaves your lips before Eddie adds another finger, crooking them until your thighs squeeze around his wrist. He groans against your skin, resting his forehead against your leg as the vibration tears another broken sound from your throat. He fucks you with his fingers—slow and deep, then fast and relentless, like he can’t decide whether to savour you or ruin you.
Eddie, drunk on your praise, dares to glance up at Steve with a smirk. Steve’s nostrils flare, but instead of shutting him down, he drags a thumb over your cheek and growls, “You gonna cum for him?” You can’t even answer. Your back arches, toes curling, and Eddie drinks it in like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. The moment you shatter, he loses it. He’s not sure what destroys him more—the way you choke out his name, begging him not to stop, or the filthy, approving rumble of Steve’s voice as he speaks, “Good girl.”
Eddie finds himself at an impasse, torn between begging for more and staying silent as the two of you decide his fate. His fingers twitch where they grip your thighs, his breath ragged, his entire body coiled tight with anticipation—and fear. Steve detaches himself from nipping at your collarbone when Eddie wavers, his movements faltering. A reprimand flashes in Steve’s darkened gaze, sharp enough to make Eddie shudder again. “Didn’t you hear her, Munson?” Steve’s voice is a low, warning growl. “She told you not to stop.”
But Eddie freezes. The reality of where he is—what he’s doing—hits him like a freight train. He has no idea how to continue.
But Steve doesn’t tolerate hesitation. His hand fists in Eddie’s hair, yanking him forward with a rough, “Stop thinking.”
Eddie obeys like a man possessed, and the moment his tongue drags over you, his whole body jerks—holy shit. You taste even better than he could’ve dared to dream. Sweet, addictive, and the way you gasp when he flicks his tongue over your clit? He’s ruined. Forever.
Drunk on you—on the way your fingers tighten in his hair, the way you’re so wet it’s coating your thighs—he laps at you like his life depends on it. Steve watches with drowsy satisfaction, his palm sliding possessively up your stomach to cup your breast, thumb rolling over your nipple just to hear you whimper for him again.
“Listen to how she sounds when you do it right,” Steve murmurs, voice thick with contentment. “Isn’t it the most beautiful sound in the world?” He doesn’t wait for Eddie to answer. Instead, he tilts your jaw toward him, locking you in a searing kiss. You moan into Steve’s mouth as Eddie continues, his tongue relentless, his own desperate noises vibrating against you. Steve chuckles darkly when Eddie whimpers, his cock straining against his jeans just from tasting you. He hasn’t even touched himself, but he’s so close he’s shaking.
“Are you going to cum just from this, Munson?” Steve drags him off you by his hair, grinning at the dazed, wrecked look on Eddie’s face. “Fuck, look at him, darling. He’s a mess.” Eddie’s lips are slick, his chest heaving, his pupils blown so wide his eyes look black. Steve doesn’t give him a chance to recover. He pushes Eddie back into the armchair, his grip firm, dominant. Then he guides you onto the couch with a smirk.
“You did good,” he tells Eddie, voice dripping with condescension. “Now let me show you great.”
Steve doesn’t waste time. In one smooth motion, he hooks his hands under your knees, spreading you wide—putting you on display—before dragging you to the edge of the couch. His gaze locks onto Eddie’s, making sure he’s watching as he leans down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh, a shudder running through you at the sensation. “See how she shivers?” Steve murmurs, his breath hot against your skin, laced with something Eddie can only describe as devotion. “It’s because she knows what’s coming—” Then he devours you.
Unlike Eddie’s frantic, eager strokes, Steve’s tongue moves with precision—deliberate, decisive licks that have you arching off the couch within seconds. He teases you, circling your clit until you’re gasping, then he pulls back with a cruel smirk.
“Steve—” you whine, fingers scrambling at his hair. “Patience, sweetheart,” he muses—before sucking your clit between his lips, hard. Your cry echoes through the room, and Eddie’s hands clench into fists, his hips jerking helplessly as you overwhelm his senses without even touching him. Steve doesn’t let up; he works you with his mouth until your thighs tremble, until your moans grow longer and heavy, until you’re right there—, and he pulls away.
“No, no, baby, please—” you beg, but Steve just clicks his tongue, amused, sliding two fingers into you without warning. “Look at her, Munson,” he orders, curling his fingers just right, making you sob beneath him. “This is how you give her what she deserves.” His thrusts are ruthless, his palm grinding against your clit with every movement. You’re a writhing, whimpering mess, your nails digging into Steve’s shoulders as he fucks you on his fingers, his eyes locked onto Eddie’s the entire time.
“She’s close,” Steve taunts—he doesn’t even need to look at you to know, too busy watching the way Eddie’s jaw clenches. “You want to see what happens when she comes on my hand?” Eddie can’t even speak. He just nods, frantic. Steve smiles wickedly and makes do with the response.
He crooks his fingers again, pressing deeper, and you don’t just shatter—you explode. Your back bows like you’re possessed, broken screams tearing from your throat as you squirt, and Eddie swears he’s seeing stars. Your hand finds Steve’s bicep, clinging desperately, like you’re afraid he’ll stop. Eddie can’t look away; he doesn’t dare blink—if he misses a single second of this, he’ll never forgive himself.
Steve works you through it, drawing out every last spasm until tears streak your face, until you’re oversensitive, trying to squirm away. Only then does he finally relent, licking his fingers with a satisfied hum before brushing featherlight kisses up to your neck. The moment you feel his proximity, you meet him in a kiss—not heated like before, but purposeful, delicate, like Steve is guiding you back to reality with it. He doesn’t rush you; he just lets your fingers weave through his hair until your breathing steadies. Then, he speaks again. “That”, he says, “is how it’s done.” He meets Eddie’s stunned gaze. “You shouldn’t even be thinking about getting your dick wet until she’s clenching around nothing.”
Eddie’s so hard it hurts. His cock throbs against his jeans, neglected and aching, precum soaking the fabric. He’s never been this turned on in his life—and the worst part? Steve knows it. The bastard smirks, dragging a thumb over your lower lip. You suck it in eagerly, tongue swirling, before he pulls away and stands. It’s a fucking performance. Steve undoes his belt like he’s savouring the way Eddie’s eyes cling to his hands, the leather slipping free with a final, damning shush. You whimper, still boneless from your orgasm, but your eyes flutter open when Steve’s palm slides up your thigh, squeezing. “Please, Steve?” you breathe, and his grin turns feral. “Not yet, love.” He glances at Eddie, whose throat bobs under the weight of his stare. “Munson hasn’t earned it yet.”
Eddie’s stomach drops. Fuck. He’s dripping in his pants, his hips twitching like a fucking teenager, and Steve’s going to make him wait? But then—
Steve grips Eddie’s chin, forcing his gaze up. “You want her?” he asks, voice rough. Eddie nods, greedy. “Then prove you can take care of her.” And just like that, Steve shoves him onto the couch with you. “Do it like I showed you.”
For a heartbeat, Eddie can only stare—at the way your breath hitches when he touches you, at the way your eyes lock on Steve, who’s sprawled in the armchair like it’s a fucking throne, lazily stroking his cock. Your lips part, and Eddie swears he sees your mouth water—fuck, it’s obscene. His hands tremble as he touches you—really touches you—this time. His mouth finds your thigh, kissing up the sensitive skin, trying to mimic the way Steve had worshipped you earlier. But when his tongue drags over you, your breath catches—wrong—and Steve’s low chuckle cuts through the room like a knife.
“Christ, Munson,” Steve sighs, his grip tightening around his cock. “You’re thinking too hard.”
Eddie grits his teeth. He is. He’s thinking about the way Steve had made you scream, the way your back arched off the couch like you were trying to fuse into him. He’s thinking about the fact that Steve’s watching, lazily stroking himself while Eddie fumbles like a virgin.
And the nail in the coffin? You’re watching Steve too. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, eyes heavy with desire—but not for Eddie.
“Fuck,” Eddie rasps, pulling back. His voice is wrecked.“I can’t—I don’t—” Steve leans forward, fingertips ghosting over your throat as you keen toward him. “You can,” he growls. “Stop trying to perform. Just feel her.”
Eddie’s breath comes in sharp bursts. This time, when his mouth finds your cunt, he doesn’t think. He listens. To the way your breath catches when he licks a slow, experimental stripe. To the way your hips jerk when he sucks just there. And when your fingers fist in his hair—finally—it’s not to guide him, but to hold on.
“There,” Steve murmurs, voice thick with approval. “Now you’re getting it.” Eddie moans against you, the vibration pulling a whimper from your throat. Fuck. He’s dizzy with it—the taste of you, the sounds you’re making, the way Steve’s gaze burns into him like a brand.
But then Steve stands. Eddie barely has time to register the loss before Steve’s dragging him up by the collar, spinning him around to face you—really face you. Your lips are swollen, your chest heaving, your thighs slick with Steve’s work.
"Look at her," Steve growls, his voice a dark scrape against Eddie’s ear. "Don’t just glance—really look."
And Eddie looks. He sees the damp flush between your breasts, the way your hips lift like you’re already chasing it, the way your pupils blow wide when Steve’s thumb swipes over your bottom lip. "She’s not yours," Steve breathes, dragging his teeth over Eddie’s earlobe. "But fuck, look how bad she wants you to try."
Eddie’s pulse races. Then Steve steps back, gesturing like a king permitting a subject to kneel. "Go on. Make her forget my fucking name."
So he closes his eyes, trying to drown out the noise in his head, to sync himself with the thrum of your heartbeat beneath him, to dissolve into every breath you take. He wants to belong here, in this moment, where Steve’s approval hangs heavy in the air and your pleasure is the only thing that matters—success. A satisfied hum from Steve when Eddie finally finds the right rhythm, a broken moan from your lips. But your eyes—your eyes stay locked on Steve, even as Eddie’s mouth works you over. It’s still him you want. Hunger battles with pride in Eddie’s chest. He hates how badly he craves this—how much he needs Steve’s approval—but god, he longs to pull those sounds from you himself, to unravel you with nothing but his touch. And so he moves like a man possessed, single-minded in his mission to play you like an instrument, to pluck every string until you snap.
Your taste is intoxicating, something he’s already addicted to, something he’s not sure he can live without anymore. Your eyes scrunch shut as pleasure blooms, so lost in it that you don’t even notice Steve speeding up his strokes, his grip tight on his cock. Eddie gets close—so close he can practically taste your climax—but you linger on the edge, just out of reach. He’s aware he’s missing something, some final piece to send you over, but he can’t find it. Then your eyes flicker open again, searching for Steve’s gaze like it’s the only thing that can save you. And Eddie knows—he’s pushed his luck too far. Steve’s patience snaps—not with his pleasure, but with Eddie’s failure to give you yours. Next thing he knows, he’s being dragged back, the warmth of you ripped away too soon. Steve looms over him, a predator in human skin, annoyance rolling off him in waves. “If you want to get a chance to fuck her,” Steve growls, voice dripping with challenge, “you’re going to have to do better than that.”
Eddie’s brain becomes the mental equivalent of a dropped Wi-Fi signal—because did Steve just imply—?
Every touch, every taste Steve has allowed him, Eddie has devoured with insatiable hunger. But now it hits him—this is more than just a demonstration. Steve might actually let him fuck you. Or he would have. Now, Eddie isn’t sure he’ll ever get the opportunity again. A sharp, breathy cry from you yanks him from his thoughts. Steve has already turned you over, guiding you onto your hands and knees, one foot perched on the armrest behind you like a damn king claiming his treasure. Eddie is so close to your face now, your slick still glistening on his chin as you blink up at him, dazed. Steve teases your entrance with his cock, just enough to have you pushing back, begging for it. And for one glorious, heart-stopping moment—you look at Eddie.
Not at back at Steve.
At him.
Your gaze is pure, primal desperation—like he’s the one you need. Steve drives into you in one brutal thrust, and your eyes screw shut in ecstasy. You sob Steve’s name, but your eyes flicker back open as you you look at him.
“Baby, please—” And it dawns on him—you are begging Steve, but not for Steve. No, you’re begging for permission, your gaze locked onto Eddie like he’s the only thing anchoring you to earth. He doesn’t know what you’re asking for, but Christ, he already knows he wants it just as much.
Steve, of course, does understand. He drags his cock into you agonisingly slow, pressing tender kisses along your spine even as his voice comes out harsh. “You think he deserves it, honey?” You whine, desperate, but Steve doesn’t need more than that. He leans over you, his thrusts deliberate, sinful. “How could I ever say no to you?”
And fuck, Eddie gets it now—gets why Steve turns possessive, gets why you love it. He’s watching the two of you move like a single entity, Steve’s hips rolling into you with a precision that rewrites Eddie’s entire understanding of sex. And the real tragedy? He’s pretty sure you’re only getting started. Your fingers fist in Eddie’s collar, yanking him down hard. His breath stutters as your lips take him in, hot and needy, and he doesn’t think—just reacts, his hands tangling in your hair as Steve’s thrusts rock you forward, forcing Eddie deeper into your mouth. You moan around him, the vibrations nearly undoing him right there, but then your hand tugs at his belt loop like it’s personally offended you, and Eddie’s thoughts fry into static. What do you want? He glances at Steve for answers, but the bastard just laughs, driving into you harder like he’s savouring Eddie’s confusion.
And God help him, Eddie looks. It’s downright pornographic. Steve’s cock glistens as he pulls out, your body clinging to him like it never wants to let go, and every time he sinks back in, you clench, a broken noise tearing from your throat.
As Eddie freezes, you take matters into your own hands, undoing Eddie’s belt with ruthless efficiency. The zipper’s barely down before his jeans pool at his knees. He looks at Steve again—helpless—but Steve just shakes his head, smirking. “Jesus, Munson. Keep up.”
Your fingers brush the straining outline of his cock through his boxers, and his hips jerk. Your mouth finds the spot beneath his ear, teeth scraping, and—fuck—it nearly sends him over the edge right then. You’re not gentle. You know exactly what you want. In seconds, his dick is in your hand, your grip perfect, and the first stroke has him grinding his teeth so hard his jaw hurts. He wants to keep his eyes open—to watch, to devour every detail of every second—but his body betrays him. A shudder wracks through him, his lashes fluttering helplessly before his head falls back, lost to the crushing wave of ecstasy."
“Fuck—!”
Steve’s voice cuts through the haze, dark with amusement. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show him how good you can be.” His hand tangles in your hair—not guiding, just holding—like he wants Eddie to see he’s the one in control. That every gasp you make, every shudder Eddie can’t suppress, is because Steve orchestrated it.
“Bet he’s never felt anything like you.” Eddie’s thighs tremble, his cock twitching against your tongue. He’s close, too close, and Steve knows it—fuck, he’s enjoying it. “Look at him,” Steve murmurs, dragging his cock out of you just to slam back in, punching a moan from your lips. “Already shaking for you. Bet he wishes it was him inside instead.” His thumb swipes over your clit, and you whimper, your rhythm on Eddie faltering. “But he’s got to earn that, doesn’t he?”
Earn it? Eddie’s vision blurs at the edges. He’d shamelessly beg if it meant—Then your tongue swirls over the head of his cock, and he chokes, almost falling forward into you.
“Steady,” Steve warns, though his voice is anything but calm. “You cum before she does, and I’ll make you watch while I fuck her twice as hard.”
Eddie’s groan is nothing short of pure agony. Steve fucks you more slowly then—cruel, like he’s savouring Eddie’s torment—dragging his cock almost all the way out before sinking back in, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to make your eyes water. But your dedication doesn’t waver; if anything, it burns hotter. “Shit—” Eddie’s hips jerk involuntarily, but you swallow him deeper, humming around the salt-bitter heat of him. His fingers scramble at the cushions, knuckles white. “Jesus, sweetheart, where the hell did you learn—?”
Steve’s laugh is a dark, knowing thing against your neck. His hands slide up your thighs, spreading you wider as he presses inside, slow, letting you feel every fucking inch. “She’s full of surprises,” he murmurs, lips grazing your ear. “But you’re not going to last long enough to find out, are you?”
Eddie’s groan disintegrates, the way you swirl your tongue around him, the slick pressure of your throat—it’s nothing like the groupies who’d thrown themselves at Corroded Coffin. This is ruination. This is worship. Your mouth works him with practiced greed, and Eddie’s vision blurs.
“Fuck, I’m not—I can’t—”
“Yes. You can.” Steve’s voice doesn’t leave room for argument—this isn’t a suggestion; it’s a command. His hand moves from your scalp to your nipple, pinching just shy of pain until you whine around Eddie’s cock. His other hand slips between your legs, circling your clit with filthy precision. “You going to cum for us, sweetheart?” he rasps. You nod frantically, lips stretched lewdly around Eddie. “Good. Let him see.” You break with a cry, muffled around Eddie’s cock, and Steve growls as your body clenches around him. “That’s it,” he grits out, hips snapping harder, “that’s my girl—” Eddie’s spellbound.
Steve fucks you through it, your tears smearing Eddie’s thighs. His breath comes in punched-out gasps, cock twitching against your tongue—
Steve loses control first. A guttural groan tears from his throat as he spills inside you, forehead dropping between your shoulder blades.
Eddie’s hips stutter when you whimper, oversensitive, as Steve grinds into you one last time—claiming you like he wants to brand the feeling into your skin. And then— “Fuck!” Eddie’s back arches, his cock jerking as you pull off with a slick pop, begging Steve for mercy. He comes untouched, frustration and relief searing through him as he gasps your name like a prayer. Steve laughs, low and satisfied. Eddie’s too wrecked to care, chest heaving—until Steve’s next words send him tumbling straight back into want.
“Let me know if you’ve got any requests for the next lesson.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ cw — mdni, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f and m receiving), dacryphilia, fingering, pet names, threesome, anal, eddie is a little mean, slight dumbification, praise kink, crybaby reader, pillow princess, choking
⋆.𐙚 ̊ summary — after a long, stressful day of college, eddie and steve offer to help you study. the questions are too hard. you’re too overworked and overwhelmed. the boys know exactly how to help relax you.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ authors note — hi guys! welcome to my new blog! i love steve and eddie and i’m literally so excited to write for them. i also have a steve harrington fanfic on wattpad if anyone would like to check it out. i appreciate all comments and votes! you can read it here! also, please send in some requests! i am so excited!!!
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“name the person who developed a table of elements which revealed regularities in elemental properties in 1869?” eddie read off one of your flashcards, watching you curiously from the other side of the couch. he was sitting with his legs crossed and his back against the arm rest, his front facing you.
you were currently situated between steve’s legs, your back pressed to his bare, warm and firm chest and a blanket lazily thrown over your lap. his back was also against the armrest and while you were facing eddie, his head was turned to the tv to watch whatever movie tape he had put in. you thought long and hard. “dmitri mendeleev?”
the boy smiled proudly. “good girl. see? not so bad, huh?” he placed the card at the bottom of the stack and picked up a new one. “how many electrons can occupy an s orbital?”
steve’s hand mindlessly ran up and down your arm when he heard you let out a frustrated sigh. you felt like your brain was absolutely fried. “two?”
“right on the money,” he praised like he was genuinely excited for you. they both know how bad you wanted to get another a on your next exam. you were extremely serious about your schoolwork and success in class. you’d never received a b in your life. they were sure you might actually die if you did. he shuffled for another card. “what’s the maximum number of electrons that can occupy an s orbital?”
this one you were sure about. “two,” you answered quickly and confidently.
eddie nodded and clicked his tongue. “let’s try a harder one, shall we?” he suggested, wiggling his brows. you were about to protest when he pulled out a new one. “what term refers to the number of molecules or ions attached to a central metallic atom?”
your brain was about to explode. you could literally feel it like a rubber band being pulled tight to its limit. the words weren’t even registering in your head anymore. your hands came up to shield your face, letting your head rest its weight in your palms.
steve pulled you a little closer to him and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head, half-watching the tv and half-focused on your little study session. “you got this, sweet girl. jus’ take a deep breath.”
and you did. you took a long pause as your searched your brain for any answer. “the coordination number?”
the curly haired boy threw his arms up theatrically and grinned. “see, baby? you’ve got this in the bag.” he began to look for another card. his face contorted into one of confusion as he looked over it. he wasn’t understanding a single thing on any of these cards. “what term refers to a material which slows neutrons?”
your eyes began to water despite you attempting to blink back the tears. you were way beyond stressed and this was not helping. “buffer?”
he tsked and shook his head. “not quite, sweetheart.” three words. that was all it took to make you feel like the biggest failure in the world. you ducked your head into your hands again. “c’mon. give it one more try,” he urged supportively.
“it’s hard to focus, eds. ‘s a lot going on,” you snapped a little more harshly than you mean to. but you did have a point. between steve so close to you, his fingers gently tapping whatever beat was stuck in his head against your waist, the three of you crammed on the small couch, the tv playing loudly, and you trying to jog your memory after the extremely long day you had. it felt like it was hard to breathe. or even live.
he mockingly pouted at you before looking behind you at the boy. “aww. stevie, can you please turn the tv down. it’s too distracting for our poor girl to focus,” he teased, feigning sympathy.
your leg straightened to kick his knee. not hard enough to really hurt, but just enough to go as a warning that he was hurting your feelings. “it’s not funny, eddie. i’m serious. this is important to me.” your voice began to shake and more tears welled up in your eyes, sinking further into steve.
the boy couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped past his lips. “well, i’m waiting for you to tell me the answer,” he said as if he hadn’t literally just been making fun of you. as if this was the easiest thing in the world and you were just taking forever because you wanted to. “c’mon, angel. use that little head of yours.”
that was your last straw. you hid your head in your hands again and slouched into your folded knees as you began to full on sob now. you felt like an absolute big stupid failure. steve immediately perked up and gently ran his hands along your tense shoulders, pointedly looking at eddie whose face had completely dropped and turned pale. “jesus. seriously man? you could be a little nicer y’know. she said she’d had a long day.”
the boy shrugged as if to say he didn’t know you were that close to breaking. you two always teased each other with playful banter. all three of you did actually. it was normal. he quickly moved to sit in the space between steve’s legs by his feet. his hands gently came to rest on your knees over the plush blanket. “hey. i’m really sorry, angel. that was mean of me,” he apologized, his thumbs soothingly running back and forth.
steve carefully pushed your hair to the side and leaned forward to rest his head against your shoulder, his head turning every now and then to press soft kisses just under your jaw. he let you cry it out for a minute or two while his hands continued to work over your arms soothingly. “can you talk to us, baby? just to let us know you’re okay?”
you couldn’t. like physically couldn’t get a single word out from how hard you were crying and violently shaking. you didn’t even want to. it was rare that either of them truly pushed your buttons. that let them know that eddie had really done it this time. he shot the curly haired boy a look before carefully turning you around so you were seated in his lap. you’d finally moved your hands in the process and were now looking at him with red eyes, tear streaked cheeks, and a pout that emphasized your puffy bottom lip that you’d been biting down on.
“we’re very sorry, sweet girl. eddie was jus’ being a jerk. he didn’t mean to upset you,” steve said softly, one of his hands cradling your jaw. his big brown eyes searched yours. “you’ve been so stressed and tense lately. i know college is hard and you have a lot of work to do, but don’t you think you’re overworking yourself a little? you deserve a break, huh?”
part of you knew you should keep studying. it was the only way to be perfect. but the bigger part knew steve was right. and you wanted nothing more than to just collapse in his arms. you nodded in response and hummed. “maybe.”
he mimicked you and nodded along. “yeah? why don’t we take a break then? we’ll help you study later or tomorrow, okay? i promise we’ll take it serious. we can even kick eddie out if you want. let’s just relax right now. let us show you how sorry we are. that sound good, baby?”
he waited for you to nod, his thumb gently tugging at your bottom lip before slowly pulling you forward into him and pressing his lips to yours lovingly. you immediately melted into him, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders and play with his hair.
eddie leaned back with his arms behind him supporting his weight as he smirked to himself. he decided it’d be best to wait to join until you specified that you wanted him. the sight in front of him was enough for now.
steve’s tongue ran along the seam of your lips, urging you to open up and let him in. the hand on your jaw snaked its way towards the back of your head with his fingers tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against him.
a soft moan, almost inaudible, left your lips when your hips rolled against his. your little sleep shorts did almost nothing to mask the prominent bulge under his sweatpants. he gently sucked on your tongue and tugged on the hair at your scalp the slightest bit. it made your brain fog up.
he pulled back just an inch, his soft pants tickling your upper lip. “feeling okay, angel?” he asked breathily, his eyes analyzing you for any signs of discomfort. you nodded eagerly and pressed your lips to his again, already missing the taste of him. he smiled against you and readjusted on the couch, unintentionally pushing his hips up into yours. you pulled on his hair a little when you whimpered out of pleasure, making him groan in turn and mumble a quick “you’re so pretty” against your lips.
he began to kiss down your neck. his lips would linger over your pulse point, collarbones, and your lower neck to suck deep purple marks into the skin. he loved looking at them. his hands snaked down to the bottom of your shirt, actually eddie’s shirt, that you had stolen for the night and carefully pulled it up over your head.
his mouth trailed down your sternum and to your right breast, sucking it into his mouth while his hand kneaded the other and gently rolled the stiff peak between his fingers. you felt so soft under him. your head tipped back as your mouth opened to form an o shape. “stevie,” you moaned, hands fisting his hair.
his glossy eyes looked up at you as he repeated the action on the other, sucking and licking at your skin. your hips subconsciously rolled against his in a desperate attempt for some friction. he left a few more deep marks against your breasts before pulling away with a wet plop. “think we can let eddie join in now? think he’s learned his lesson for bein’ a jerk to you?” he was looking at you like you’d hung the stars.
it made the heat pool in your stomach. you nodded and bit down on your bottom lip. “think so,” was the only two coherent words you could get out.
steve smiled at you. “why don’t you lay down and let him show how sorry he is? i promise he’ll be real nice, isn’t that right eddie?”
as you rearranged so you were situated between steve’s legs again with your back against his chest and his big hands resting over your stomach, eddie grinned down at you. “i promise,” he agreed, his hands running up your thighs. “i jus’ wanna make you feel good, angel. wanna show you that i’m really, really sorry.”
the curly haired boy leaned over you to press a sweet kiss to your lips, one uncharacteristically soft. it made your heart swell. he slowly kissed down your jaw, your neck, and to your chest. he added to the collection of bruises on your skin, smiling to himself each time.
steve’s hands parted way as eddie pressed his lips over the soft skin of your tummy. the two actions made you giggle a little at the ticklish feeling. you could hear the boy behind you chuckle.
“can i take these off, pretty girl?” eddie questioned, his voice low and deep and his fingers already looped inside the waistband of your sleep shorts.
you nodded quickly. “please,” you muttered as you lifted your lips so he could slide them off. he moved to lay on his stomach between your legs, his left hand throwing your right leg over his shoulder while his other held onto your left leg. he peppered slow kisses along your ankle, down to the inside of your thigh. it made your body shudder. “stop— stop teasing, eds.”
steve smiled behind you and moved his hands up your body to gently massage your breasts. eddie looked up at you with that signature grin as one of his fingers gently ran through your folds. “so needy,” he teased, much less mean than earlier he pressed his lips to the skin above your clit before slowly dragging his tongue up your slit.
your back arched up into steve’s hands as you let out a whimper. “oh— eddie! more please,” you begged, your eyes beginning to gloss over. one of your hands moved down to tangle into his hair while the other grabbed the onto the bicep by your chest.
the curly haired boy began to mouth over your cunt, licking and sucking at your clit in the way he knew would drive you insane. and it did. you were quickly turning into putty in their hands. “look at you, sweet girl. y’look so fuckin’ pretty like this. all soft and needy,” steve praised, leaning down to kiss at your neck.
the moans filling the room were obscene. your hand tugged at his hair when he began to pull you right to the edge of your orgasm. he moaned against you in response, making you buck your hips up into his mouth. “more, eddie— fuck. please, i need more,” you cried out, desperately chasing your high.
he smiled and pulled away, his thumb still rubbing slow circles against your clit. “tell me what you need, baby.” his gaze was fixated on your face, biting his lip to suppress the grin fighting to show. he loved you like this. your eyes squeezed shut, nails digging into steve’s bicep, too focused on the feeling of his lips on you to even think straight. “look at me,” he demanded softly. when you finally opened your eyes, it looked like it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. “there’s my gorgeous girl. can you tell me what you want? whatever it is, i’ll do it. jus’ need to hear you say it.”
you whined and pushed your head back against steve’s chest. “you’re ‘sposed to be apologizing eddie, remember?” the boy stated before reattaching his lips to your skin. “give our girl a break.”
the curly haired boy smirked at you. “stevie’s gone all soft on you tonight, huh?” he leaned back down to press slow, loving kisses to your inner thighs. one of his fingers slowly ran through your folds, gathering your slick on them.
“eddie please!” you cried out, adjusting your head to finally look at him. “jus’ do something.” you were starting to get antsy. he could tell in the way you involuntarily clenched around nothing.
he softly shushed you and carefully pushing his middle finger inside of you, pulling a moan from deep inside your chest. “i’ve got you, baby. i promise we’re gonna take care of you tonight. just relax for me, okay?”
you let yourself sink into the boy behind you a bit more and allowed your limbs to go limp under their touch. a strangled gasp left your lips when eddie’s mouth reconnected with your cunt, licking and sucking at the sensitive nub.
steve gently grabbed your jaw and turned your head a smidge to the side so he could kiss you. his lips were so pillowy and soft yet it felt like he was devouring you. eddie began to sink another finger into you while his other hand soothed other your thigh and held you open for him.
you moaned against steve’s mouth at the feeling of his fingers massaging your tight walls. “fuck, eds. feels so good,” you mumbled against his lips when you pulled away to take a quick breath.
eddie groaned against you. “tastes like fuckin’ heaven, angel. best pussy i’ve ever had,” he murmured, diving back in and absolutely ravishing you like you were a delicacy. and to them, you were. they could spend hours between your legs and never get bored. they would die very, very happily right there.
when his fingers crooked up into that certain spot that always made you unravel, you felt your legs and tummy tense. “oh— shit, baby. i’m so close. please. please—“
“shh,” steve cooed softly, pecking your lips once more. “we’ve got you, pretty girl. he’s gonna give it to you. isn’t that right, eddie?”
the boy didn’t let up on you. you turned your head to look at him, still devouring your cunt. he gave you a quick wink and began to work his fingers inside of you a little quicker. your heels dug into his back as you cried out. your back arched away from steve as the hot electricity working through your bones quickly.
your nails dug into the boys biceps as eddie worked you to your release. your body began to shake quickly under his touch. “oh— fuck. i’m coming—“ your eyes squeezed shut as his fingers curled up against the spot that had your vision turning white. it pulled a scream from your lips. “baby, please. mmm. too much— can’t take it.”
he smirked against you and slowed his movements, drawing out your orgasm while lapping up your juices. “such a good girl. so proud of you, angel,” he mumbled into your cunt. his tongue smoothed over your slit before he started to kiss up your stomach and to your lips. it was much more sloppy and heated this time. his fingers continued gently pressing into your warm walls.
steve pressed a gentle peck to the crown of your head, the action making your heart lurch. he was so precious. the contrast of their intensity made your head spin even faster. even though eddie could be a jerk, you loved it. steve was your angel and eddie was your devil. the perfect balance.
“feelin’ okay?” the curly haired boy asked, his lips pecking against yours after her got the sentence out. his free hand that wasn’t inside you came to push some hair behind your ear so he could see your face better.
you nodded and bit down on your bottom lip. “mhm. ‘m okay, eds.” a soft moan slipped past your lips when his fingers curled upwards against that certain spot. one of your hands caught his wrist as your eyes found his. “wait— slow please. ‘m still sensitive.”
steve kissed your temple and rolled your nipple between his fingers. “that right, sweet girl? y’need a break?” his voice was smooth and sweet like honey. a blush creeped up onto your cheeks. you were sure you’d never get over this feeling.
you shook your head confidently. “no. wanna feel you, stevie. please. jus’ need you to go slow,” you said, your words slightly slurred. you were already drunk off the feeling they gave you. it was absolutely sickening.
steve smirked at eddie, one that was victorious. it was never a competition for you, but part of steve always loved that you often wanted him first. the curly haired boy flicked him off before you could look up and catch the interaction.
“c’mon, honey. hold on,” he suggested as he turned you around and lifted you up. he held underneath your thighs and cautiously walked towards the stairs, eddie leading the way. your hands found his silky hair and tangled in it, resting your head on his shoulder and letting your eyes drift shut. you felt so safe in their arms.
the metalhead loved seeing you two like this. it was so domestic and sweet. “still with us, gorgeous?” he asked teasingly. he couldn’t see your face but he knew you well enough. “told you i’d make it up to you. didn’t know it’d put you sleep though.”
it made you giggle. if you could playfully slap his shoulder, you surely would. “don’t get ahead of yourself. i don’t think i forgive you yet.”
steve chuckled and carefully laid you on the bed, folding over you and pressing his lips to yours lovingly. his big hands wrapped around your waist and let his weight rest against you. his hips were slotted between yours with his body flushed to yours.
eddie plopped down on the bean bag in the corner of the boys room and watched with heart in his eyes. he swore he’d never seen anything as beautiful as this.
the boy above you sat up and kicked off his sweatpants and boxers, his achingly hard length springing up and resting against your center. he was so heavy and warm. it made your mouth water and your hole clench around nothing. “please, stevie. no teasing.”
he chuckled above you, planking over your form once more. “yeah? thought you wanted me to take it slow?” he asked, repeating what you’d said earlier with a teasing grin splayed on his lips.
you shook your head eagerly. “don’t care about that anymore. jus’ need to feel you. please. want it so bad,” you whined, your arms wrapping lazily around his shoulders as your eyes searched his. you weren’t exactly sure of what. maybe you just really liked looking at his pretty eyes.
“c’mon, harrington,” eddie remarked from his spot, lightly palming over his sleep pants. “give our girl what she wants. she sounds so pretty when she begs.”
steve pressed his lips to yours again, knowing you always needed something to distract you from the burning stretch. he was just so big and girthy. it made your stomach hurt every time with both pain and pleasure.
his hand reached between the two of you and lined himself up with your hole. his hips carefully pushed in towards yours, his tip pressing inside of you. he slowly fed his cock into you inch by inch. he was only about halfway when tears started to spring into your eyes. “oh! stevie— baby. fuck. ‘s so good. your so big.”
the boy would never admit it, but he absolutely loved the ego boost. it made his heart beat quicker and his head spin recklessly. “yeah? you like that? feelin’ me in your fuckin’ guts?” hearing steve talk like this almost made you pass out every time. you ate it up every single time. “jesus. so tight, baby. squeezin’ me so good.”
eddie let out a soft moan as he watched the boy’s cock disappear into your cunt. he was starting to get antsy like he always did. he wanted nothing more right now than to join.
you let out a high pitched whine when his hips pressed to yours and his tip pressed up against that spongey spot inside of you. it felt like he was breaching your womb. his lips moved down to press against your neck, his breathing getting heavier as he focused on not coming right this second. “shit. so fuckin’ warm and wet. love this pretty pussy so much.”
another moan left your lips when he pulled out and pushed back into you slowly. you turned into putty in his hands instantly. one of your arms unraveled from behind his shoulders and reached for eddie, anything to ground you. he noticed instantly. he always did.
he came to sit on the bed beside you, one hand holding yours while the other brushed your hair off of your hot and sticky face. “feels so good. so— so deep,” you cried, eyes starting to tear up with each slow thrust. it was like he managed to nestle his way deeper inside of you each time, rearranging your organs each time
the boy leaned back, his hands resting on your waist to watch where he disappeared inside of you. “fuck. holy fuck. eddie, look— look at that. you see?” he choked out. he was already wrecked like you. his eyes were focused on your stomach. “can see my cock in your tummy, baby.”
a moan ripped through your throat. you lifted your head just enough to see the imprint of his tip poking out of your stomach. eddie grinned at the sight and held your hand a little tighter, moving to sit behind you so you could rest your head in his lap to get a better view. “you see that, pretty girl? see our big boy’s cock bulging out of your stomach? must feel so full, huh? he’s just so big.”
his hand reached down and gently pressed down on it. “mmm! please! please— so full. ‘m so full.” your hand squeezed his hand harder when steve moved one of his own to rub at your clit. “close,” was all you could mutter out.
steve’s hips sped up a little more, pulling out all the way each time to drill back into you. “makin’ me feel so good, honey,” he praised, absolutely mesmerized by the sight of your cunt sucking him back in each time. “such a good girl for us. always are. takin’ my cock like a fuckin’ champ.”
your eyes squeezed shut and your hand held onto eddie’s tighter as the coil in your stomach snapped unexpectedly. “oh my god. baby— coming. i’m coming!” your back arched off the bed and your legs started to shake at the overwhelming pleasure.
“we got you, baby,” eddie cooed softly. his free hand not holding yours moved to smooth down the valley of your chest soothingly and towards your stomach, splaying it over your skin. “y’look so pretty like this.”
you bit down on your lip as the aftershocks spiked through your limbs. his thrusts slowed, letting you come down before flipping your over onto your stomach. he cursed under his breath. he’d always loved your ass. his hands grabbed your hips and hoisted them up so your were on your knees and forearms.
he slowly pushed into you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back in pleasure. steve absolutely loved having you like this. the position always made him fit even more snug inside of you. he loved seeing that pretty little arch in your back as he plowed into you. watching your ass ripple with the force of his thrusts always made his stomach tense and his balls draw up a little tighter.
your hands clawed at eddie’s thighs, bunching up the fabric of his sweatpants. “c’mere. i wanna kiss,” you slurred with a pout, crying out when the tip of steve’s cock beat onto that spot inside you repeatedly.
he leaned down and held your jaw delicately as his lips pressed to yours. it was sloppy and messy and you loved it. he was absolutely devouring you and it was intoxicating.
you gently rocked into him with the force of steve’s hips against yours. to keep you steady, his hand moved down to yours throat, squeezing lightly at the sides. it made your head start to spin and you almost started to feel dizzy. a soft moan slipped past your lips, eddie swallowing it down.
you could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs as he began to pound into you harder and a little faster. his balls slapped deliciously against your clit with each thrust. steve’s hand smoothed down your spine while his other on your waist pulled you back to meet his pace. “you close, honey? jesus, you’re tight,” he moaned, his eyes closing to ground himself. he prided himself on getting you off at least twice before himself. he pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip inside of you, before slamming back into your warmth. “shit. there you go. doin’ so so good for us.”
your legs began to shake and you squeezed around him. eddie’s hand that wasn’t on your neck trailed down to your breast, massaging it in his rough hands. you could feel your orgasm coming quickly with how good they were making you feel.
“you gonna come, sweet girl?” the curly haired boy muttered against your lips, smiling at your flushed cheeks. you looked so pretty. “gonna let him have it?”
you nodded and lifted one arm to wrap your hand around his wrist. it felt like you had a thousand pound weight on your limb. “coming. ‘m coming,” you mumbled, leaning your head forward so your forehead could rest against his. your mouth dropped open into an o shape when steve nudged your legs further apart and split you open even more.
eddie’s eyes scanned over your face. he was looking at you like you’d hung the stars. “such a good girl for stevie. want him to fill you up? want him to come inside that pretty little pussy?”
you nodded again eagerly. “please, stevie. come inside me,” you begged, dropping your head between your shoulders as his thrusts sped up and your orgasm washed over you. “oh shit. mhm. want it so bad.”
steve grinned down at you and eddie, loving how wrecked you looked. you could barely hold yourself up now. the boy were doing most of the work. “i know, baby. ‘m so close. so fuckin’ close,” he groaned, delivering one particularly hard thrust that had you seeing stars.
your hole clenched around him again as tears ran down your cheeks. your legs turned to jello and your cunt began to squeeze him repeatedly, sucking him back in each time.
his hips started to falter and his rhythm turned into one much sloppier than previously. “fuck,” he mumbled, pushing into you one last time and spilling ropes of warm cum inside you. “christ, honey. you’re a goddamn dream.”
he leaned down to kiss along your spine as his release came down and both of your breathing slowed. eddie watched with pink cheeks and blown pupils.
“you okay, baby? you need anything?” steve asked softly, his hands smoothing up and down your back before gently laying you down and rolling you over so you could lay comfortably.
you shook your head and reached for eddie, who was sitting behind you. “no, thank you, stevie. i’m okay,” you mumbled softly, closing your eyes.
the boy holding your hands gently traced shaped into the back of them while looking down at you with a gentle smile. “done for the night?” he asked genuinely, wondering if you were ready to get cleaned up and head for bed.
a sleepy smile splayed across your lips. “no. i wanna keep going,” you muttered, holding his hand a little tighter. “wanna feel you too.”
he could feel himself harden even more. it was painful at this point. “you sure you can handle that, sweets?”
steve chuckled from beside you, propping his head up on his arm. “don’t start teasing,” he playfully scolded. “i think you still have some apologizing to do, ain’t that right, honey?”
you nodded instantly with a smirk. “mhm. stevie’s right. ‘m not sure i forgive you yet.”
eddie laughed and moved to crawl over you, already having stripped himself of his clothes. “yeah? think i know just the right thing for you sweetheart,” he said confidently, flipping you over so you were on your stomach. he grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips to prop you up slightly.
he may not be as big as steve, only an inch or two or a difference, but he knew how to make you fall apart almost instantly. you motioned for the other boy to come sit in front of you while eddie’s hands palmed over the globes of your ass.
his lips puckered as a glob of spit fell from them and onto your tight ring of muscle. “safe word?” he asked.
you let your eyes fall shut, knowing this would be painful. “nugget,” you blurted out.
the boys shared a soft laugh and smiled. “good. y’know what to do if anything starts feelin’ funny or you wanna stop.” you could feel his leaking tip run along your leaking slit before it prodded at your tight hole.
you’d always loved when eddie fucked your ass. steve was too big, making it way too painful. last time you’d tried, you couldn’t sit comfortably for a week. the curly haired boy fit perfectly and knew how to gently pry you open in the best way.
you grabbed onto steve’s thighs when you felt the boy behind you begin pressing inside the tight muscle. the one in front of you brushed the stray pieces of hair behind your ears and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “i know, angel. it’s okay,” he cooed softly.
eddie pressed in a little further, making you whimper at the stretch. “painful?” the boy asked. his movements halted and his brows furrowed in towards each other with worry.
you shook your head. “mm mm. i’m okay, eds. keep going,” you encouraged, pushing your hips back slightly.
steve, who was still sitting so patiently in front of you, was incredibly hard while watching the scene in front of him. as eddie slowly fed each inch into you, one of your hands reached for the other’s cock.
you took him into your mouth, needing something to do to distract yourself from the stretch. steve let out a moan, his eyes squeezing shut at the warmth around him. eddie grinned at the sight and slowly began fucking into you, spreading your cheeks apart to watch him disappear into your hole.
“feels so good, honey,” steve praised, his head coming to rest on the back of your head. his fingers tangled in your hair and lightly tugged at the roots.
eddie bit down on his bottom lip, his stomach tensing at the sight. “always such a vision, baby,” he smiled lovingly. once he was sure you weren’t in pain anymore, he began to rock into you a little faster and harder. “jesus christ. pretty little ass is just suckin’ me back in.”
you moaned around steve at his words, tears springing to your eyes at the pleasure and stretch. one of the boys hands behind your ears came around and underneath your hips to rub tight circles on your clit.
one of your hands pumped whatever you couldn’t fit of steve’s length and sucked at his tip, fat tears now fully streaming down your cheeks. your legs started to shake, fully overstimulated now.
eddie leaned over you, his free hand resting on one side of you to hold himself up as his hips rolled into yours, massaging your tight walls. “oh my fuck,” you mumbled before taking the other boy back into your mouth.
he grinned and thrusted into you quicker. fucking your tiny hole always made him finish quicker than anything else. you just felt too good. “you’re like heaven,” he said. “gonna come in this pretty ass. you want that angel? want me to fill you up? having you leaking me and stevie’s cum?”
you nodded eagerly and used your other hand to massage his balls. you could see his thighs tensing in response, his fingers pulling at your roots a little more. “holy shit. coming. i’m coming.” the boy mumbled, spilling quickly into your mouth. he’d be embarrassed at finishing so fast if he wasn’t as sensitive and hadn’t come once already.
eddie rubbed at your clit quicker, feeling you tense around him and liquid gush onto his fingers. “that’s it. fuckin’ soak my hand, baby. i fuckin’ love it,” he rasped, fucking into you wildly as he chased his release.
the boy in front of you wiped your tears and kissed your forehead softly. “such a good girl. look so damn pretty when you cry,” he smiled, pecking your lips as eddie threw his head back and came inside your ass.
the boy on top of you slowly pulled out after a minute or two and laid beside you, steve joining quickly. three of you laid in silence for a moment, gaining your breaths.
“doin’ okay, honey?” steve asked softly, turning to face you. “weren’t too rough, were we?”
you shook your head and smiled, eyes fluttering shut. eddie grinned and turned to face you too, sandwiching you in the middle. “forgive me yet, sweets? i’m sorry about what i said. really sorry,” he said sincerely, pressing a kiss to your temple.
you looked at his briefly. his eyes were all soft and doe-like. it made your heart flutter. “i forgive you, eds. but seriously. that was mean.”
steve smiled and sat up, eddie following. “c’mon, man. let’s continue this apology by cleaning our girl up.”
They find out about Steve's praise kink by accident.
Their relationship is new. They are still in that phase where they're getting used to one another, discovering what works for them and what doesn't, what the other likes and what's off limits.
They take their sweet time learning each other, they're not in any rush. Now that the nightmare is over and the wounds are healed, they are safe. They have time, they can enjoy themselves without the fear of losing each other too soon, too sudden.
But taking their time to learn is not the same as going slow. Not at all. It just means they are more thorough and attentive in their exploration.
The first time they get off together, Steve asks himself if he's died and gone to Heaven because it's never felt this way before.
Never left him so raw and vulnerable, open.
Steve barely has any strength and coordination left in him to join his own hand with Eddie's and help him finish, help him fall off the same devastating edge Steve just did.
One would think it felt that way because it was their first time together; because they had been both pent-up and in need of release after the hell they went through.
But it's not.
Every single time after that feels just as intense as the first one, maybe even more so.
Steve's no virgin, but he kinda feels like one because with Eddie he finds out he still has a lot of firsts to give; his first time getting off with another guy, his first time getting fingered into oblivion, his first time giving head.
That last one is an experience, and a turning point in their relationship.
Steve has no idea what he's doing. He knows what he likes; he's gotten blowjobs from girls before, and Eddie's blown him at least a dozen times since they got together, but Steve never did it to anyone before.
To say he's a little nervous is an understatement, but he wants to do it. It's Eddie, and Steve wants to make him feel good, wants to give back at least a little bit of the pleasure Eddie gives him so easily.
So Steve pushes his worries aside, drops to his knees and lets Eddie guide him through this too; trusts Eddie yet again with another one of his firsts because there's no one else he'd rather do this with.
It's overwhelming. Steve's senses are bombarded with Eddie everywhere; the taste of him on his tongue, the smell of him strong and intoxicating, his hands gripping Steve's hair, the moans tumbling out of his lips with every suck or lick, the mesmerizing sight of him, biting his lip and tipping his head back.
It's also addicting, rewarding. The knowledge that he's the one making Eddie feel so much pleasure goes straight to Steve's own dick, and he finds himself grabbing his cock to avoid coming too soon. This is about Eddie, not him. Steve wants to at least get his boyfriend off first.
But then it happens.
Steve gives Eddie's cock a hard suck, Eddie pulls his hair tight, the sharp pain bringing small tears to Steve's eyes.
He looks up just in time to see Eddie already looking down at him with awe and hunger all over his handsome face.
"So fucking perfect for me," Eddie pants out, as he holds Steve in place and starts to fuck his mouth with shallow, measured thrusts. "You're a dream, baby. A fucking dream."
The praise catches him off guard, and he lets out an embarrassingly loud moan, his whole body shivering as he grabs at Eddie's hips for support, not trusting the strength on his own legs.
Eddie notices it right away.
"You like it, sweetheart?" He groans, hips now thrusting a little faster, hands holding Steve a little tighter. "Do you like it when I tell you how perfect you are? How fucking gorgeous you look with my cock in your mouth?"
Steve's powerless. He was already having a hard time keeping himself in check earlier, but there's nothing he can do when Eddie starts talking to him like that.
He comes.
His eyes roll to the back of his head, a strangled moan slips his lips and he comes hard all over his stomach and hand.
Eddie pulls him up and onto his lap and Steve goes, pliant and blissful as his boyfriend milks his orgasm and kisses him silly.
Takes him a few minutes to recover. When he does, Eddie is still hard so Steve lets him fuck his thighs until he's coming with a muffled groan and showering Steve with so much praise he comes again.
All in all, it's a very enlightening night, that shifts their relationship dynamic forever and in the best of ways.
the slut, the prince, the freak | s.h. x e.m. x fem!reader | +18
exes to lovers (steve x popular!reader) + loser!eddie | no use of y/n | no mentions of specific race, hair type or body type.
word count: 10.5k
warnings: This one shot is +18, minors do NOT interact. smut (threesome) and a bit of slutshaming.
[dividers by @cursed-carmine]
You were too young when Steve Harrington became your boyfriend. It was destined,your parents said, when they first found out you were dating. You were both sixteen, clumsy and unexperienced, and while he wanted to make his parents proud, you enjoyed the fact that dating King Steve made you popular.
But after two years together, your realised that there was something missing between you two. Steve was sweet for sure; he was nice to you, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like him.
But one day, as you were taking your books out of your locker, you saw him leaning on the wall talking to Nancy Wheeler. She looked at him from under her lashes, cheeks rosy and smile shy while Steve looked back at her with that flirty stare that once drove you crazy, and you just knew.
The next Friday you were in his car after dinner with his parents and you looked at him from the passenger seat, no pain in your heart, just knowing that whatever had bloomed between you two had run its course.
‘I think you should ask her out.’ You said then, eyes fixed on the windshield. Steve’s stare was overflowing with confusion at your words.
You had been his first everything. Neighbours since you moved to Hawkins when you were nine, best friends since the first day as the new girl at school, first kiss, first girl he slept with, first love.
‘What?’
You tried to read his eyes, knowing him so well, but that night his pupils seemed to be hiding something behind them. The sudden distance between you and the boy you knew like the palm of your hand made you feel insecure.
‘Nancy. She’s pretty. I think you should give it a shot.’
Steve’s eyes turned soft at your words. You weren’t angry, there was no sign of jealousy on your tone, and that was enough for him to know.
You gave him a sad smile and leaned in to kiss his warm cheek, your coconut perfume that stuck to his body like a second skin filling his lungs. The cold yet familiar texture of your lips lingered on his cheek after you stepped out of his car and walked back to your place.
Rumours flew around the school and though you and Steve smiled at each other in the hallways, it was obvious that you were no longer the It couple of Hawkins. A few weeks after that, guys from the sports team started to ask you out and Steve was seen making out with Nancy after classes.
It was weird the first months, but after a while you had to make peace with image of them walking around the school holding hands, and you started going out on dates again.
But you got bored quickly. It was the same every couple of months, a cute guy from the football team would ask you out, you’d go on a date, make out or if you were in the mood, have sex and when they started showing feelings for you, you ended it.
You weren’t sad or disappointed, it was just boredom. Some of them took it nicely, others… not so much. But what if they called you a slut on the hallways? You were still pretty and inaccessible to most. You were having fun.
And Steve, well, he had heard of your reputation, but if he saw anyone talking shit about you, he was always quick on telling them to shut up. He knew he’d always be protective of you, waving from his bedroom’s window when you played with your dog in the backyard every evening, and closing his curtains when he saw you kissing some guy in your bedroom on weekends, sometimes staying in rather than going out as he meant to just in case. In case something happened. In case you needed him. In case you called.
But that never happened.
There was another person in the school that was willing to defend you from the rumours, but you didn’t even know about his existence until one day outside school, when Jason Carver lost his temper with you.
‘I mean it was nice…’ He overheard you say as you stood in front of Jason. ‘I just don’t really feel we’ve got that much chemistry.’
Eddie Munson was leaning against his car from the other side of the parking lot, hiding his amused expression behind a cigarette. Whenever he saw your pretty face around the school, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Eddie had always admired the confidence with which you talked to boys, dressed in those little skirts and knee socks he loved even if the autumn chill was too cold for them. Internally, he kind of liked how careless about dating you were, using those guys for a few weeks before dumping them. He’d argue you had terrible taste in men, from Harrington to Carver to any other pretty boy in the school, but he knew he would never have a chance with you.
‘What the fuck?’ Jason said, but no muscle from you face moved.
‘Come on, Jason.’ You tried to be kind but God, was he annoying. ‘Don’t be silly, I’m sure there’s a bunch of girls in Hawkins that would kill to be with you.’ He opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t let him speak. You never let them. ‘Anyways, I’ll see you around.’
‘Wait a fucking minute, you slut.’ You didn’t even have time to blink when his hand grabbed your arm so tightly it hurt. Eddie observed how you frowned in pain at Jason’s grasp. ‘You don’t get to break up with me.’
‘We’re not even dating, asshole.’ You said trying to get out of his grip. ‘Let me go.’ But the pressure on your arm became even stronger and more painful. ‘Seriously, Jason. Let go!’
Eddie didn’t wait for it to escalate when his fist hit Jason’s jaw and the boy’s hand finally let your arm go. ‘He told you to leave her the fuck alone.’
But Jason was not going to let someone like Eddie Munson walk away just like that. He returned the hit to the Eddie’s nose, and you took your hands to your face when he fell on the ground with a loud noise. Jason kept hitting him even when you screamed at him to leave the boy alone, trying to push him away from Eddie while a bunch of students surrounded you.
It wasn’t pretty. By the time they were separated, Eddie’s face was full of blood and Jason only seemed to have a small bruise on his cheek.
‘Hey!’ You called as the guy that defended you walked back inside the school. But Eddie felt too humiliated to talk to you, and all his bravery had been replaced by a deep sense of shame.
Steve didn’t think he’d find such a scene in front of him when he was about to walk out of the toilet. Eddie The Freak Munson walked inside the toilet with a bloody swollen face. Standing on his place as Eddie opened the sink, he observed the way the boy features clenched in pain when he took his hands to his face.
‘Do you need anything, Harrington?’
‘That just… that looks pretty bad. Should I call the nurse?’
But Eddie only laughed bitterly, not really used to anyone caring too much about him. He had always been invisible in front of people like you or Steve.
‘I’ll be alright.’ He said indifferently, and Steve nodded hesitantly, eyes lingering on the ringed bloody knuckles for a couple of seconds before leaving.
Steve didn’t think too much about it until he heard why Munson had been hit. The rumours said Jason Carver almost hurt you and The Freak had intervened at the right moment, but you felt weird talking about it, so you didn’t answer anyone’s questions as the bruise on your arm started to go from red to purple.
You searched for Eddie the following day at school but didn’t see him. His car was missing in the parking lot and when you tried to drive to his place to thank him, his uncle told you he wasn’t in, even if you heard the clear sound a guitar being played guitar behind the man on the threshold. So, you got the message.
Next Friday, you found yourself drinking and looking at Steve and Nancy from the other side of the party. Steve made eye contact with you as he danced with his girlfriend, and you gave him a sweet smile that he returned. It would never be strange for you to see him with someone else, but at the same time, you told yourself you weren’t really jealous.
But maybe Nancy Wheeler was.
‘Why do you keep looking at her?’ She asked. They were in the toilet after Steve had accidentally thrown his drink on her.
‘What? Who?’ His hands were a bit shaky at the anger behind Nancy’s eyes as he offered her some tissues to clean her clothes.
‘Who?’ She mocked, ‘Your ex-girlfriend, it’s like you’re obsessed with her or something.’
‘I’m not–’
Just then, the toilet’s door opened. Their eyes lift up to find you face, blood rushing to your cheeks quickly at the sight of your ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend.
‘Oh, I’m sorry.’ You said, to what Nancy rolled her eyes.
Steve saw the way you looked at her confused. He opened his mouth to apologize for his drunk girlfriend when his eyes caught the purple bruise on your arm, quickly looking back at you. You knew those eyes so well, he was worried. A question in his pupils as his mouth opened slightly. But you turned shy then, embarrassed by the bruise and by your drunkenness, feeling like you had somehow disappointed him.
‘Hey–’ He started, but you closed the toilet’s door quickly before walking towards the living room to tell your ride to go home. You shouldn’t have come to that stupid party anyways.
On Monday, everyone knew that Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler were no longer together. You started wearing long sleeved sweaters on top of your usual cute tops with the excuse of the low temperatures, but you were just covering the bruise that had made you feel so humiliated when you last saw Steve.
Eddie thought he was probably the only one that noticed you were wilting after what happened with Jason. He started to be more careful after the fight too, face still purple and swollen by the bruises that cost him the stares of the people calling him a weirdo in the hallways. So, he decided to start eating his lunch in the school’s toilets rather than in the cafeteria.
But he still observed you in between classes, when you were distracted taking your books from your locker, keeping your eyes low. When you started to turn down the dates the popular boys invited you to, punishing yourself for what you thought you had caused. Eddie saw the way you hid your pretty eyes from Steve, who often stared the back of your neck during class or in the hallway, and with narrowed eyes he silently noticed Harrington’s face full of confusion and sadness as you ignored him in the parking lot.
Steve would lift his eyes to find Munson’s gaze on him, not breaking the eye contact as his ringed scarred hands reached for a cigarette on his pocket. His cheeks would turn hotter at the piercing look in Eddie’s pupils, as if he had been caught doing something stupid, or as if he knew something Steve didn’t. All he could do was open the door of his BMW to go home and try to get you off his head as his knuckles wrapped tightly around the wheel.
It all went downhill for Steve after that.
Months later, some rich kids called Eddie to bring some weed over for them at a party, and when he opened the big wooden door of the fancy house, he found Steve’s swollen face on the other side of the door.
The boy ran past him, not even noticing when Eddie stood next to the door and watched him get inside his car. He should’ve done something, he should’ve offered him some help like he had done months ago when he hit Jason, but Eddie was paralysed. He didn’t realise he had been standing outside like an idiot, watching Steve’s car get lost in the distance, until a familiar body walked past him again.
Your coconut perfume made him take a step back into the shadows of the night. You were standing on the street now, your bare back exposed by a nice little dress, trying to see through the darkness. But Steve was gone. The night’s cold air made you shiver, and Eddie decided to walk inside the house before he could do something stupid, like talk to you.
When Eddie walked in, he looked around, trying to find any of the people he had spoken to on the phone earlier. He was about to walk into the kitchen when the sight of Billy Hargrove’s bloody knuckles made him walk away in the opposite direction.
You saw Steve’s bruises heal from the distance.
The laughs of Carol Perkins and Tommy Hagan made you lift your eyes sometimes, but Steve no longer hung out with them, the empty space where he belonged once making you frown your eyebrows with curiosity.
Sometimes you stared at the phone next to your bedside table, laying on your bedroom’s floor with your hair wet after a shower and your feet bare against your green rug, thinking about calling him. But you never felt brave enough to deal his number, and you had grown fond of walking your dog around the block instead of playing with him in the back garden of your house. Or that’s what you told yourself.
You thought he and Nancy would eventually come back together, hopeful that it might all have been a misunderstanding and completely unaware of how you had caused the breakup on the first place, but she was now dating Jonathan Byers. He must be feeling lonely, you thought the morning you found the new couple kissing against Jonathan’s car.
Yet you would still looked back to your locker when you saw Steve walking down the hallway, a little red scar marking his lower lip, purple bruises around his nose fading. You were dying to talk to him, repressing a sigh as the smell of his familiar woody cologne invaded your lungs when he walked past. But you abandoned the idea, closing your locker’s door a bit too harshly before heading to class.
Didn’t everyone feel utterly miserable in high school, anyways?
It all changed two weeks after that, when you were on your way to the cafeteria and Billy Hargrove tried to ask you out. You stood next to your locker in shock, lips partly opened but nothing coming out of them. You had turned more introvert after what Jason Carver did to you, and you figured Hargrove would treat you worse than him. You’d seen what he did to Steve, and the way his little sister seemed so tense around him all the time sent shivers through your body. You almost felt your hands shaking next to your sides as you looked back at him, but the fear quickly turned into something else: anger. Why did you have to be so careful around all these assholes?
‘I don’t… I don’t think so, Billy.’ You said before trying to walk past him, but Billy placed his arm on your locker and blocked your way out, making you roll your eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but you pushed his chest with your hand. ‘I said I don’t want to. Leave me the fuck alone.’
‘What? You’re getting picky now after half the school has slept with you?’
And that’s what made you snap.
You kicked him on the shin by reflex, the first thing you brain could come up with. But when he reached for his leg trying to soothe the pain, your rage was too much for you to hold in.
Everyone in the hallway was looking at you when you bent a little to be at the same eye level as him. ‘Listen to me, asshole. I fuck whoever I want to, not the other way around. Maybe you’re not half as hot as you think you are, so if you really want the full thing, you’re gonna have to masturbate until your little dick falls off.’
Your angry words echoed through the walls as Billy’s eyes filled with fury. Under his breath, he was still able to speak, ‘Who wants to fuck the school’s slut, anyways.’
‘That’s it–’ you said, but as you were about to jump on him you felt someone’s arms on your waist.
‘Okay, okay. That’s enough.’ Steve said as he walked you backwards, his hand around your waist while you kicked your feet in the air and Billy composed himself. ‘Come on.’
‘Let me go, Steve!’ You screamed as he kept dragging you away from Billy and the rest of the students.
But he didn’t until you were in the boy’s toilets, your cheeks red with anger and scalp a bit sweaty by the adrenaline.
‘You need to calm down.’
Eddie stood still inside the toilet’s stall when he jumped to the sound of Steve Harrington’s voice. He thought it was weird for him, or anyone, to be in these toilets that he found almost no one in the school seemed to use. Until he heard your voice.
‘I don’t fucking want to calm down.’
Eddie stayed silent, trying to look through a little crack on the stall’s door. Steve had both hands on your shoulders while you seemed to be breathing heavily with rage.
‘He could’ve–’ He started.
‘Don’t say it. Don’t fucking say it.’ You removed his hands from your shoulders, screaming at him. You knew it wasn’t Steve’s fault, but you were burning with anger. ‘I’ll fucking fight him, Steve. Hargrove, Carver, all of them. I’m so sick of this shit.’
You let out a sigh, trying to relax, but it was impossible. Eddie smiled at your words; he loved how tough you were despite the fact you seemed like a really soft girl. He repressed a laugh at the sight of Steve standing in front of you with his hands on his hips, trying to figure out what the fuck do with you.
‘I know, I know.’ He said, eyes serious as he looked at you through brown strands of hair that fell on his forehead, ‘But that’s not the solution–’
‘You’re such a hypocrite!’ You clenched your fist on either side of you, ‘You hit Billy–’
‘Yeah, and I fucking lost.’ He said to you, his hands were aching to touch you again. Your cheeks red, coconut smell everywhere around him, softened by the way your hands got lost inside your oversize sweater. He missed that, he missed that so much, making him suddenly nervous like when he was sixteen. He swallowed before speaking again, trying to keep those thoughts out of his head.
‘I would’ve had to fight him again if he’d touch you and I would’ve lost again.’ His words almost made you smile, stress and anger dissipating and his eyes lighting up at your reaction. ‘Would’ve ended up like Munson when he hit Carver.’
Eddie noticed how you shut your eyes at the sound of his name, tilting your head back and biting your lip. ‘I still feel so fucking guilty about that. I was never able to thank him and now I feel too awkward to do it.’
Eddie held a sigh at your words. A part of him felt kind of flattered, but another was relieved you never spoke to him again. As creepy as it sounded, and as pathetic as he felt for it, he preferred to observe you from afar.
‘I think maybe I should too.’ Said Steve as his eyes got lost on the tiles of the toilet’s floor. You lifted your gaze at his words, but he didn’t feel brave enough to look back at you. ‘I mean, that wouldn’t have happened if I…’
He let the words hang in the air. You turned your gaze to your shoes, arms crossed over your chest as the air turned tense. He took the opportunity to look back at your face and study the subtle changes that had somehow turned you even prettier after your breakup. No wonder you had so many guys after you, the air of confidence you radiated now made you irresistible. But he knew you. They didn’t deserve you.
When you licked your lips, Eddie couldn’t ignore the way Steve’s eyes followed the movement of your mouth.
‘We can be friends.’ You said then, looking up at him.
Steve nodded sightly, but you knew the darkness in those eyes too well. He wasn’t looking at you the way friends looked at each other. Eddie noticed the way your body shifted next to him, looking at Steve from under your lashes and biting your lip unconsciously, unaware of the effect that simple gesture would have in the two boys that were looking at you. Steve looked down to your shoes when you took a step towards him.
God, he was so pretty. You took your time to study the scars that now adorned the skin around his nose and mouth, dying to kiss them. You remembered that summer night you had sneaked into his bed for the first time two years ago, the way his weight over your body felt so right, the safety and tenderness of it all. You remembered how Steve Harrington fucked: slowly, devotedly, sweetly, sloppy.
Maybe it was the habit that made his hand lift to stroke the little space of skin between your skirt and sweater. His fingers hadn’t forgotten, you were still soft as silk, and your coconut smell that used to perfume his bedsheets brought the same memories of your body beneath his. Mind clouded by images of your open mouth and arched brows as he guided you with the movements of his hips. There was a time when you trusted him.
‘S that what you want?’ Steve whispered. His eyes met yours then, not trace of shyness in them, but the same endless devotion he so dangerously gave away as if it was nothing.
‘Maybe.’ You pondered in silence as you got closer to him, and your eyes asked for what your mouth didn’t. ‘I mean, I can be a really good friend.’
Steve’s hand found the back of your knee, fingertips following an invisible line from there towards your ass. Eddie couldn’t look away at the sight of your skirt lifting just enough to see the curve of your butt cheek when Steve’s hand found the lace of your thong. You gasped at his touch; this wasn’t boring at all. Not like the sex you were having in the cars of all those guys you had been dating the last few months.
‘Hmm, ‘m sure you can.’ His hand was playing with the lace of your panties now, he held the thin fabric strip before lightly letting it go, hitting your skin just nicely. He knew you liked that. His fingers moved to the fabric in between your legs, finding it damp. A breathy laugh left his lips in disbelief. ‘So wet already?’
Eddie couldn’t help but shut his eyes at Steve’s words. He couldn’t help but imagine what a wet mess your underwear was, the way he’d kill to put his hand under your skirt like Steve was doing right now. You moaned in response, and Eddie opened his eyes to find you looking straight into your ex-boyfriend’s, dark brown taking in the pretty scene in front of him. Eddie had a thing for girls that knew how to do eye contact, and you seemed to be fucking fantastic at it. Your eyebrows met in the middle when Steve opened your legs slightly, with so much confidence behind, like he had never forgotten the little things that made your body melt.
Steve’s eyes stayed on you when he lifted your leg towards him, your knee resting on his hip. ‘What d’you say, sweetheart?’ He whispered, lips brushing yours as he spoke, ‘Just once for old times’ sake?’
‘Fuck, Steve.’ You rolled your eyes at his cockiness. ‘Just touch me.’
He let out another breathy laugh as his fingers dived inside your underwear. Eddie rolled his eyes when the sounds of Steve’s hands getting in and out of your wet cunt echoed through the toilet’s walls. You took three of your fingers to your mouth, trying to hide your moans by sucking on them. Steve placed his forehead on yours as you looked up at him, eyes overflowing with that purity he loved so much.
‘D’you like it, baby?’ He said putting another finger inside of you, ‘Did your pretty pussy miss me?’
It was the way you nodded innocently as your fingers came in and out your mouth what made Eddie unzip his jeans. How many times had you been in his fantasies? Way too many. And now you were here, being fingered in the school’s toilets, your frail body turning into nothing. He couldn’t resist to touch himself, the noise of your choked whimpers making his cock throb.
Eddie started stroking up and down his dick when your hand found Steve’s big erection under his jeans. ‘Wanna fuck me ‘gainst the sink?’ You said then, voice soft but hot, just how you knew Steve liked it. That voice had always made him dumb, and you knew by the way his eyelids had turned heavy and his pupils shiny, that his brain was struggling to process your dirty words as your hand rubbed against his bulge. ‘Can keep the skirt on and you can fuck me from behind, hmm?’
‘Fuck.’ Eddie whispered under his breath. He was trying not to cum so quickly, but you were making it hard for him.
Steve couldn’t resist your offer, unzipping his jeans clumsily while you bent over the sink. You looked behind your shoulder, innocent eyes inviting him as you stood all exposed for him.
Eddie’s clothes were wet with sweat at the look of your ass and your wet pussy ready for Steve, but when Harrington moved his boxers down and his cock fell out hard and big, something inside him betrayed him, trying hard to repress the loud moan that almost got him caught.
‘Shit.’ He whispered then, as Steve positioned himself behind you and the noise of skin against skin filled the toilet. Eddie had to angle himself properly before all his cum fell promptly on the stall’s door, staining the floor too. ‘Shit. Shit. Shit.’
It didn’t happen just once.
You didn’t know what this meant, and you didn’t care. You and Steve found each other in the school’s toilets at least once a week. In person you were still polite, but it wasn’t like you were dating again.
But it seemed like that’s what made the whole thing so nice. This was different from any other thing you had experienced before. In the time you had spent apart, you and Steve had definitely learned some nice new stuff, but you had never forgotten what could drive each other insane. And through all your encounters, Eddie sat down inside the stalls making sure he kept quiet as he heard your precious moans echoing through the walls.
He had also learned that Steve was very vocal. Growls against your neck, some pretty nice noises when you got on your knees for him… That was Eddie’s favourite sight while he looked through the familiar crack of the same stall door: your little mouth taking Harrington’s big cock so well. At times, he closed his eyes while Steve moaned, fantasising about stroking your hair and calling you a good girl while you made out with your ex-boyfriend’s cock.
But things are always bound to change, and one particularly cold day you found yourself getting fucked in the toilets once again. Your back was against the wall, heel on Steve’s shoulder as his dick touched that spot he knew how to find so well.
‘Hmm, you’re desperate for it today, baby.’ He said before thrusting into you, ‘Like it like that?’
‘Uh-uh.’ Your nails were leaving nice half-moon marks on his back as your head hit the wall every time he thrusted himself inside you. ‘Fuck me like that.’
Eddie could notice your hard nipples under your soft top, since you had taken your sweater off earlier. Steve was right, there was something freaky about you today, something that made Eddie even harder for you as the boy in front of you fucked you faster, and faster.
‘Hmm.’ You moved your hips against Steve as he fucked deeper into you. His eyes almost absent because of how good and tight you felt. You loved when he looked at you like that. ‘Shit, daddy, fuck me harder.’
Steve would’ve cum for you right there if it wasn’t for the soft growl that startled you two. You covered yourself with your skirt and he instinctively stood up in front of you, his hand finding yours right after he zipped his jeans and interlacing your fingers together. There was no noise for a second until something caught your eye, a shadow under one of the stalls. There was someone here. You decided to walk past Steve, standing in front of one of the green metal doors.
You placed your ear next on it and heard the clear sound of a heavy breath behind. Holding your breath, you pushed the door lightly, finding no other than Eddie Munson on the other side.
He was holding his face on his hands, cheeks red in embarrassment when you laughed with relief.
‘Fuck, Eddie. You scared the shit out of me.’
He looked up confusedly at you when Steve walked the distance to the stall. ‘Munson.’ Steve’s cheeks turned rosy at what the situation looked like. ‘Were you…?’ He swallowed hard trying to find the right words.
‘I’m sorry.’ His anxious voice echoed through the walls, and you noticed the subtle shaking of his hands. ‘Shit. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’
‘Hey.’ You walked inside and bent in front of him. His hands were freezing when you held them in yours. ‘I’m not mad. It’s fine. It’s hot stuff, don’t worry.’
Eddie looked up at Steve then, who stood with his hands on his hips. Steve considered the situation for a second and shrugged in resignation. ‘Whatever, man. If she doesn’t care, I don’t care.’
Eddie let out a sigh of relief then, and you gave him a sweet smile. Your shoulders relaxed when the terror dissipated from his eyes, and something inside you turned soft. The idea of him being so scared almost broke your heart.
‘I’ll tell you what,’ You said standing up, a cheeky smile on your beautiful angelical face as you spoke, ‘I’m feeling quite generous today.’
Eddie thought he was dreaming it all for a second when you walked towards Steve, wrapping your arms around his waist. You were still wearing no underwear, your skirt just short enough for Eddie to look at the soft lines of skin underneath. ‘What do you say, Steve? Should we let Eddie watch?’
Steve looked from you to Eddie, trying to process what you were asking. His dick twitched inside his jeans, still needing the sticky wet walls of your pussy wrapped around it.
‘Babe.’ He said unsure. His hands found your hips by reflex, the soft and warm skin above the hem of your skirt calming his nerves.
‘Steve.’ You said then, face turned serious before you looked behind your shoulder at Eddie, then back at him. ‘Are you really gonna tell me this doesn’t turn you on?’
Steve seemed hesitant. Not because he wished to say no, but because he wanted to say yes so badly it scared him. Something in his eyes made yours turn softer for him as you realised he seemed a bit insecure, heart beating hard against his chest.
‘Hey.’ You cupped his face with your hands and looked into his sweet brown eyes, brows arching when your thumb stroked his cheekbone. You didn’t know what this was anymore, but if you were going to do this, it was going to be with Steve and only Steve. ‘It’s just me. You know I’d never judge you.’
He nodded once and swallowed hard before letting out a deep breath.
‘Still wanna do it?’ You asked once again, to what he nodded more eagerly now, eyelids getting heavy as the heat of his body increased.
You took a step aside, getting rid of your top then, showing off your hard nipples and enjoying the idea of being observed by the two boys. You felt your pussy getting wet once again as your back rested on the cold metal wall of the stall. Feeling Eddie’s eyes on you, you grabbed Steve’s shirt and pulled him towards you.
‘Now fuck me so Eddie can cum.’
And just like that, things changed. Now you and Steve met with Eddie at least once a week in the toilets. You enjoyed it too much. Steve would say he was just happy to indulge you, but you also saw the looks exchanged between the two boys when they were about to cum, the way Steve often looked at Eddie to check that he was enjoying it. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your orgasms harder and sweeter.
You found out quickly that Eddie loved to see you sucking cock, and Steve noticed Eddie loved to look at you from the other side of the toilet while he fucked you from behind. And almost in an implicit agreement, you indulged his fantasies too.
Eddie never touched either of you, though. He was just a mere observer on those occasions, and he didn’t feel brave enough to ask for it, scared it might offend you and Steve. He wasn’t sure of how things worked between you two outside the toilet’s boundaries either.
When he smoked his usual cigarette while leaning on his car after school, he noticed that you and Harrington never left together. He still saw how Steve still looked at you during class though, the way the pretty brown eyes that often focused on his dick seconds before cumming followed your silhouette in the hallways. How his face turned red whenever you waved at him right after you caught him staring from the other side of the classroom; the tense frown on his face as some guy tried to flirt with you in the parking lot, mediocre speeches leaving their mouths before you simply replied no to their date offers.
Eddie noticed everything. And Eddie knew that Steve had never gotten over you.
You were more difficult to decipher. You seemed to be extra caring of Steve most times, always leaving needy kisses after finishing before you turned back to look at him and ask, ‘You okay, Eddie?’ with your sweet smile, but that’s just who you were. Outside the toilets, you kept being the girl you had always been, comfortable in that careless solitude that made you seem so unreachable.
Another Friday, another party; and you were considerably drunk, sitting on the kitchen’s counter with some girls from school, joking about the possibility of doing body shots while Steve looked at you from the other side of the room.
You had noticed him earlier, sitting on the couch next to Robin Bluckey, but you promised yourself you wouldn’t give it too much thought. At the end of the day, he kept coming back to fuck you in the toilets every week. His pretty eyes lingered on you, that cocky smile that used to fill your stomach with butterflies at sixteen adorning his face, causing you to bite your lower lip as you tried to ignore him.
You looked down to the drink one of the girls offered you, when the familiar silhouette of Eddie walking into the house caught your attention. He seemed kind of lost, looking for someone or something. You knew what Eddie did in this parties, he wasn’t exactly invited, more like called when he was needed. But a part of you somehow wished he would stay tonight.
His dark eyes found yours and you gave him a sweet smile, too sweet, he would argue, bringing back memories of the little meeting you’d had with Harrington the day before.
He had to try hard to keep the image of your body against the sink counter off his head, Steve kneeling in front of you and his pink tongue softly stroking your clit while you moaned nonsense, your beautiful body turning into nothing just for them–
Weren’t you the sweetest secret he’d ever kept?
You noticed he tried to return the smile, but it was just a shy gesture that lifted the edges of his mouth subtly. You followed his body with your eyes as he got lost between the dancing bodies in the living room before realising Steve wasn’t on the couch anymore.
That was it. You stayed on your side of the party, Steve on his, and Eddie doing business like it was supposed to be. Until your boredom saved your ass for once.
You stepped outside the house with a red cup on your hand, the loud music still bouncing through the walls of the house. It was too cold to be wearing the top and red skirt you had on tonight, but the alcohol made you feel warm, and you felt alone. God, you were always alone. The girls you had been hanging out with hours ago were either puking or getting laid in the rooms upstairs, gone as soon as they found someone else to talk to or a guy to flirt with.
Sometimes being popular felt too much like being pathetic.
You let out a deep sigh and downed the liquid in the cup, feeling the alcohol burning your throat. You cleaned your mouth with your wrist when you noticed the familiar BMW parked a bit further away from the house. Steve, your Steve was leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest, hair falling on his forehead.
You walked down the front steps and got closer to his car with a smile on your face.
‘Hey.’ You murmured.
‘Hey.’ He said back. Your eyes followed the way his leather jacket hugged his arms so nicely before you turned your head to the night’s darkness. You were trying to hide how cold you were as the wind blew your hair.
‘Had fun tonight?’
He laughed softly at your question. ‘Not really. Just drove Robin here but she left with… uh, someone else.’
You lift an eyebrow with a flirty smile on your face. Steve couldn’t help but repress a laugh as his eyes got lost beyond your shoulder, anything to avoid the way you were making his body temperature increase.
‘King Steve’s date leaving with someone else? That’s new.’
Steve wanted to tell you it wasn’t at all new, and that he didn’t remember when was the last time he went on a date or the last time someone had called him King Steve.
‘You know that Robin is not my girlfriend, right?’
You lifted your eyes at him, studying his face before you took a step forward.
‘I know.’ You said, the candy gloss on your lips reflecting the lights of the road.
He could see the way your skin was full of goosebumps, but his eyes lingered shamelessly on the red mark he had left on your neck the day before. The sweet melody of your moans mixing with Eddie’s heavy breaths came to his mind.
He opened his mouth to say something, but the reflection of red and blue lights in the distance stopped him.
‘Shit.’ Said Steve. You’d recognise Jim Hopper’s car anywhere.
‘Eddie.’ He looked back at you at the sound of the boy’s name. ‘Shit, Steve. Eddie’s inside selling stuff.’
You were about to move when Steve put his hand on your shoulder. ‘Get in the car. I’ll get Eddie, then we’ll leave.’
You stayed in your place, confusion all over your face as Steve climbed the front steps.
‘Get in the car!’ He said before he got lost inside.
You didn’t waste time and quickly walked around the car to sit on the passenger seat. The red and blue lights were much closer now, music still loud mixing with the laughs of the people inside the house.
You observed how Hopper walked out of his car with other two police officers, your knees were shaking but the cold had nothing to do with it. Your parents were going to kill you if they found out. You sat deeper into the seat when they walked next to Steve’s car, before climbing the front stairs of the house.
You didn’t notice Eddie and Steve walking out through the garden gate until the driver’s door opened, making you jump.
‘Let’s go.’ He closed the door quickly as you heard the screams of people and Hopper’s loud voice over the music. ‘Eddie, let’s go.’
But Eddie stood outside the car as people started to run out of the house. He was paralysed at the absurdity of the situation, unable to move until you looked behind your shoulder at him. ‘Eddie, get in!’
He nervously opened the door and sat in the backseat as Steve turned the engine on. You let out a sigh of relief when he started to drive in reverse. Eddie looked down at the strange looks of the few people realising the three of you were inside Steve’s car, his own sense of shame telling him maybe you wouldn’t want to be associated with the school’s freak.
But all you did was roll your eyes and show them your pretty manicured middle finger through the windshield. You could imagine what the whispers would say about you on Monday, but it was out of your control at this point.
‘Let’s get the fuck out of here.’ Said Steve.
He had been driving in silence for a few minutes. You were warmer now that Steve had turned the heating on. Eddie stood at the back, trying to ignore how the seats of Steve’s car smelled so much like him. Like cinnamon and cedar. Like pretty boy and money.
‘I can’t go home like this.’ You said looking through the window. Eddie frowned at the note of sadness in your voice. ‘If my dad sees me like this, he’s gonna kill me, Steve.’
He noticed how Steve licked his lips and took a worried glance at you before looking back at the road. ‘My parent’s aren’t home. You can stay there tonight.’ Eddie almost jumped when Steve looked at him through the rearview mirror. ‘You okay with that, Munson?’
Eddie looked up at the worried brown eyes on the mirror, piercing and protective in a way he didn’t know Steve Harrington could be.
‘Sure.’
You stepped out of the car as soon as Steve parked in front of his house, making sure to walk in quickly in case your parents were around. But your body visibly relaxed once you were inside the Harrington’s living room, leaning against the wall and closing your eyes to let out a breath of relief. Steve couldn’t help but stare at you, body full of goosebumps as you tried to calm down.
Eddie looked around the spacious house, at the green couch that must’ve costed more money he would ever make in his life, at the elegant lamps that fell from the ceiling, at crystal walls on the other side of the living room. He looked back at Steve, who hadn’t taken his eyes off your profile and was so evidently and pathetically in love with you, and Eddie knew then thathe didn’t belong there or anywhere else.
‘I should probably go home.’ He said.
Your eyes opened wide at his words. ‘No.’
Your hand found his quickly, not even giving him a chance for his brain to register the cold touch of your fingers. ‘Eddie, come on.’
He stayed silent for a second, thinking about what words to choose, when Steve spoke.
‘Why?’
‘I…’ But couldn’t bring himself to say it, instead he just shook his head slightly.
The confusion in your eyes made his chest hurt. He looked from you to Steve, but he couldn’t hold the deepness of his stare, he would rather drown in the tenderness of yours.
‘Listen, I–, you two–,’ He couldn’t help but get distracted at the way your fingers stroked his rough hands. ‘You two work really well, sweetheart. I don’t know what I’m doing here.’
‘Hey. Eddie.’ Steve took a step towards him, his shoulder brushing with yours, tone filled with urgency as he searched for the boy’s eyes. ‘Come on.’
Eddie let out an unsure breath before brushing the curls of his head with his free hand. He didn’t know what Steve and you were asking, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. If he was ready to.
It was almost a whisper, the way Steve said it, but it was loud enough for you two to hear it. ‘We came back for you.’
You looked back at him then, vulnerability overflowing from those eyes you’ve loved since you were sixteen. And you knew. You knew that the something you and Steve were missing was right in front of you.
Your other hand found Steve’s then, making his gaze fall on you, pretty and beautiful under the soft lights of his empty house.
Your movements were slow when you placed Eddie’s hand on your stomach. He had never touched you, so he couldn’t repress the deep breath he let out as you guided his hand upwards, ringed thick fingers touching your ribs over your shirt. You were still looking into Steve’s eyes when Eddie’s hand reached your chest under your guidance, feeling your nipples getting hard under your bra. He was so warm now, burning against the fabric that covered your boobs.
‘Tell me to stop.’ You told Steve, voice weak as he observed the way your cheeks were turning rosy and your eyes needy. ‘Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.’
He shook his head, a subtle gesture interrupted by his eyes following the trace you drew over your body with the other boy’s hand. You took Eddie’s fingers to the space in between your clavicles, then your neck, then your chin.
‘Jesus Christ.’ Eddie couldn’t help but swear under his breath when you took two of his fingers inside your mouth.
Your saliva was thick and sticky as you took them into your pretty mouth, tongue soft when it came in contact with his fingertips. You closed your eyes and let out a deep breath as you took his fingers in and out of you. Your eyes finally looked back at Eddie when they opened again, and he looked so entranced by you and your damn mouth taking his fingers so well that he knew he was gone.
You couldn’t help but pull him towards you, his body crashing softly and heavy against yours and Steve’s, the sweetest smile on your face as your hand found his cheek. You felt Steve’s arm wrap around your waist, chin sitting on your shoulder and erection hard against your ass while Eddie’s lips brushed yours, hesitating even when your noses rubbed against each other and one of Steve’s hands started to draw an invisible line from your knee to your thigh.
‘Just… just kiss me, Eddie.’ You whispered.
He finally got the courage to close the gap between you two. His lips were needy but tender. You were dying to bite him, to feel him. This wasn’t just sex, and you knew it by the way Eddie’s lips stroked yours slowly and his hands found your face while Steve left sweet pecks on your neck and temple.
‘Take me to the couch.’ You whispered breathily as Eddie’s lips brushed against the skin of your neck.
‘Uh-uh, sweetheart.’ His voice was velvety as he kissed along the curve of your boobs. ‘M not fucking you on some couch.’
You let out a soft laugh at his words. Your hand found the back of Steve’s neck as you looked back at him, he loved the way your eyelids turned heavy as Eddie started to kiss the skin next to your knee.
‘Want to share you.’ You whispered then. Steve’s eyebrows arched at your words, it overwhelmed him, how willing you were to give him everything so devotedly. His eyes almost rolled when Eddie’s hand found the bulge under his pants, and you smiled at him as the curly haired boy observed his reaction from below. ‘Re you gonna let me, Steve? Wanna share you with Eddie.’
Steve’s head was clouded by desire and fear, and his dick was getting harder the more the big hand of Eddie kept rubbing his bugle. His forehead fell on yours, the sigh that left his mouth stroked your lips, as he shut his eyes hard. His breaths heavy in between shaky words, surrendering to what his body wanted, ‘Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, okay.’
His heart was still beating hard against his chest when he sat on the bed. You got rid of your top as soon as you walked inside his room, pushing Steve’s chest lightly towards the bed just like you loved to do when you were younger. Eddie’s hands found your shoulders to push you into Steve’s lap while his lips started to bite your neck, his curls tickling the skin of your arms.
Steve got rid of your bra when Eddie’s tongue found its way back to your mouth, swallowing the moans you let out as the other boy started sucking on your hard nipples. Your skin filled with goosebumps, Eddie’s cautious hand sneaking into your underwear to feel your pussy so deliciously wet for him. It caught you off guard, the way he seemed to know your body even if it was the first time he touched it, making you moan as two of his fingers massaged the spot he had seen Steve hit with his fingers so many times.
Your mouth opened to let a loud moan out while he still kissed you, making his dick throb as you felt Steve’s hand lifting your skirt to have a better look at the pretty image of Eddie’s fingers getting in and out of you. When the pace of his fingers turned faster you couldn’t help but throw your head back to rest it on his shoulder, breaking the kiss.
Eddie’s hungry eyes turned to Steve then, looking at the way the pretty boy’s cheeks were rosy under his gaze, the leather jacket he was wearing long forgotten on the bedroom’s floor, the tight white shirt he wore accentuating his arms nicely. Eddie’s arm still vibrated by the rhythmic movements of his fingers inside you when Steve swallowed hard at what he knew was coming.
You fell on top of his body when Eddie leaned in to kiss him, being nicely crushed by Eddie’s weight and caught in between their bodies, feeling his dick hard against your ass. Always used to be a giver, Steve got overwhelmed by all the attention he was receiving as Eddie’s demanding tongue stroked his and the smell of your hair surrounded him. He felt your lips climbing from his neck to his jaw, the way your tongue played with his earlobe before you bit it sweetly, a soft laugh leaving your lips as you felt his hand squeezing your thigh in response. You could feel his heartbeat, hard and fast under your naked chest, and your own body’s response, the sound of your pulse on your ears. Eddie’s lips started climbing down to Steve’s neck, and you took the opportunity to climb off his lap.
It was a sweet dance of an implied agreement between you and Eddie to make Steve feel good and safe. You sat down behind him to help him get rid of his t-shirt as Eddie left a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach. You kneeled on the bed so Steve’s head could rest on your thighs, pretty eyes looking at you with fear and excitement. You bent to kiss his forehead, his nose, the corner of his mouth while his lips let out shaky breaths that reminded you so much of the fear you both felt the first time you had sex. His shaky hands found yours as you smiled at him from above, and his eyes shut hard when Eddie finally teased the tip of his dick with his lips.
‘Fuck.’ He whispered in your mouth as the curled haired boy started to take his cock deeper into his own mouth, making sure of getting it sloppy the way you had done all those times he watched from the stalls. Steve ran his fingers through his hair as he looked down to the scene of Eddie taking his big dick into his mouth and feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of his throat. ‘F-fuck, yes.’
Eddie slightly smiled at you from the other side of the bed. You loved how moany Steve could get with blowjobs, whining in agony, turning needy as he let out the sweetest noises. He looked up at you then, brown eyes looking dark and desperate. He let out a breathy laugh at you before squeezing your thigh with one of his hands. ‘Come sit on my mouth, babe.’
‘Keep the skirt on.’ Eddie’s voice made you lift your eyes. His stare dark now, taking in the sight of you: nipples hard, mouth shiny and swollen by their kisses.
You nodded slightly, not breaking the eye contact with him as you moved to open your legs and sit comfortably. You made sure to lift the piece of fabric around your hips a little when you finally sat down on Steve’s perfect tongue. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you kept your eyes on Eddie when he took Steve back into his mouth, rolling your eyes at the sweet sensation of skin against skin. He loved the way his tongue rubbed against your sensitive clit, his big lips hungry and pussy drunk for you. How you moved your hips slowly, the way you held one of your boobs and Steve’s hard grip around your thighs as he ate you out, making his arms look veiny and strong. There was not one inch of skin in front of Eddie Munson that he wasn’t dying to taste that night.
‘So sweet, fuck.’ Steve said in between licks, ‘Such a perfect pussy.’
His hips had started moving up and down unconsciously, fucking Eddie’s pretty pink mouth repeatedly. You never thought such a sight would turn you on so much, but there was something about Eddie that was so rough and messy as he took Steve in. A thread of saliva falling from one the sides of his mouth, head moving with violent devotion. God, did you want to be fucked. The thought made your eyebrows arch in desperation as your orgasm started to slowly build up from the bottom of your tummy.
‘I’m gonna c-cu–’
‘No, you’re fucking not.’ Said Steve against your cunt, but he resumed his movements right after.
‘I-I’m going to.’
‘Fuck no, you’re not, princess.’ Said Eddie then. You lifted your eyes to find him cleaning his mouth with his sleeve. His ringed hands pulled Steve’s thighs, getting him out from under your legs.
You looked flushed and desperate as you waited for them to do something, anything so you could get what you wanted. Eddie got rid of his clothes as Steve shook his jeans off his ankles, before cupping your face and kissing you hard, your sweet taste on his tongue mixing with the remains of your candy gloss. You whined in disappointment as he kept kissing you, begging to be touched.
‘Steve, please.’
‘What?’ He laughed as if he was completely clueless. You didn’t like being teased, always expecting to get what you wanted without working for it. His hands found the cheeks of your ass when you felt Eddie’s body behind you, emanating a warmth that made you feel so small, but so safe and cozy.
His curls were tickling your back when the tip of his dick started stroking your ass hole. ‘Is this okay?’
His voice was raspy but sweet. You let out a shaky breath but your eyes rolled as your pussy got wetter at the possibility of having both boys inside you. ‘God. Yes.’ You head rested against his shoulder as Steve’s mouth left love bites on your neck. ‘Yes, it’s fucking perfect. Steve, t-tell me you’ve got lube.’
‘I do.’ He said lips brushing against your skin, enjoying how desperate you grew every second you didn’t have a dick inside you. ‘Baby wanna be fucked in the ass, huh?’
‘Steve.’
His face came out of your neck to find your needy, demanding eyes. His pupils were dark, moving to your lips as he spoke. ‘Tell Eddie.’
You frowned at his words as he kneeled in front of you, hands still on your hips, looking down at you and taking in the beautiful image of your curves. ‘Tell Eddie you want him to fuck you in the ass.’
You rolled your eyes half annoyed, half turned on at his authority. The soft stroke of Eddie’s laugh against your cheek made it much worse. Steve sweetly smacked your butt cheek at your lack of words. ‘C’mon. Say it.’
But you took your time, head turning slowly to your side. Your eyes lingered on Eddie’s mouth and then on his eyes for a few seconds before you let out a soft moan. ‘Hmm.’ Your nose stroked his and he almost started searching for your mouth when you whispered against his lips. ‘Want your cock in my ass, baby. Please.’
Eddie let out a sweet laugh, the shyness he showed downstairs had disappeared completely, instead you had found a devotion as overwhelming as Steve’s.
‘You always ask so nicely, don’t you?’ He whispered against your lips.
It took a few minutes of playing with your body to get you to relax. Steve stroked your clit with his fingers while Eddie kept teasing your tiny hole with a finger wet with warm lube. There was no distance between your bodies as your back still rested against Eddie’s and your hand stroked the hairs of Steve’s chest lazily.
‘Thought so much ‘bout this you know,’ Eddie whispered on your ear as his dick teased you once again. You could feel your body ceding as he pushed lightly inside you. You looked up at him with those angelic eyes he’d grown to love the last few months, Steve’s pretty mouth ghosting above your cheekbone as your nails left half moons marks on his arm whenever Eddie pushed deeper.
‘Fuck.’ You moaned. ‘I need you. P-please. I need to feel both of you.’
Steve was done teasing you, too turned on to say no to you. You saw the ways his eyes shut and his mouth opened in pleasure when his dick came in contact with the inner walls of your cunt, feeling Eddie’s erected cock on the other side of your body. A loud growl came out his chest at the overwhelming sensation.
You were gone. All you could feel was how you full you were, how cared for you felt as one of Eddie’s hands grabbed at your hip firmly and he fucked you slowly and deeply, taking his own time.
Steve’s movements were a bit faster, desperate with need as his eyes got lost in your beautiful body, boobs moving rhythmically with the pace of his hips as he went in and out of you.
‘Shit.’ You heard him say as your eyes lingered absently on the tiny drops of sweat adorning his crown. ‘Come here, Munson. Fuck.’
Steve grabbed Eddie’s hand over your shoulder and took two of his fingers into his mouth as his speed inside you increased. Your blurry eyes got lost in his beautiful, flushed face: eyebrows arched in pleasure but eyes dark with desire as he kept fucking you. Eddie couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of Steve’s warm wet tongue before he took the big hand out of his mouth, a thread of saliva hanging in between you two, and guided it towards your centre.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and arch your back at the overstimulation. There was no inch of your skin that wasn’t burning, no curve that wasn’t worshipped, no stare that wasn’t met with overflowing adoration. No part of your body that wasn’t being loved by the two boys.
‘Come on, baby.’ You could hear Eddie’s voice in the distance as his hand touched the sensitive nerves of your clit and his dick kept stretching out your ass hole. ‘You can cum now, you can let go. It’s okay.’
You could only reply with moans, high-pitched needy sounds that made them move closer to you, crushing you in between them. Your back against Eddie’s chest, boobs pressed against Steve. Something hot wet your face, you were fucking crying at how good it all felt.
Steve cupped your face with one of his hands then, lost in the way your lips opened slightly, eyes absent and body focused in just feeling. His head found a comfortable place on your neck as your grip on his arm got even tighter and you felt the walls of your cunt and ass contract before your body exploded in pleasure.
‘Fuck, baby.’ Said Steve on your neck. ‘Look at you. Fuck, fuck, fuck.’
Something hot and sticky fell from your thighs. Eddie’s lips left a wet kiss on your shoulder as your convulsions became less intense, you could feel his hard breaths while he kept hugging you from behind. ‘You did so well, princess. So well.’
You stayed there, crushed in between their bodies for a few minutes, or maybe hours. Eddie was still stroking the skin next to your belly button when you felt the weight of Steve’s body lift. The sound of water in the distance. Crickets outside or maybe the birds waking up.
‘Let’s go clean you up, babe.’ Said Eddie, leaving a sweet kiss on your temple.
You opened your eyes to find him smiling at you, eyes full of tenderness. A tickling touch made you lift your eyes to the end of the bed, where Steve’s stood up, sweet smile, tired eyes and hair messy while his fingers wrapped around your ankle.
‘Come on, pretty girl. You can take a nap later.’
You let out a silly giggle. This was absurd.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hi everyone, if you're new here, i used to have a blog under this same username and i'm now i'm reposting all my old stories. these are not being proofread/edited at the moment, so apologies for any typos you might have found, will try to fix them soon. thanks for reading :) x
Parings: Rockstar!Eddie x Reader x Steve
Works count: 3.6k
Warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, fingering, piv. NSFW. Jerking off. Threesome.
Summary: Eddie has to go on touring, so he’s not there to take care of Steve and your needs.
When Eddie got the call about touring, you were really nervous. The phone rang and you jumped up and off of the couch, Eddie picked up the phone first and instead of acting he wasn’t waiting for this call all day— he sounded casual.
“Munson speaking.”
“He never answers the phone like that when I call...” Steve shuffles next to you, because he was just as nervous for Eddie, you figure he was looking for comfort.
Eddie’s brows go downward in annoyance as he swats his hands to get Steve to shut up. You both stand around nervously trying to listen into the conversation, but you can’t hear much. So both you and Steve go off of facial expressions. And it’s not going great.
“You’re kidding…” Eddie’s face morphs into a confused sadness, he’s not looking at you— or at Steve. So you can only assume the worst.
“Right… Yeah. Of course. Thank you.”
It felt like slow motion when Eddie put down the phone back on the receiver. His face turned to the ground and his bangs over his forehead looking more sullen than usual.
“Eddie…”
Your voice is soft, already turning into comfort mode to support him.
But when he picks his head up— that stupid shit is smiling, and it’s so big it’s reaching his eyes. You’re ecstatic when he announces: “I’m going on tour baby!”
This is his dream. To become a big TV rockstar, right next to the big guys like Queen and KISS. He’s worked so hard for this point in his life. You’re proud of him.
Though, less so when Eddie announced the tour would be a whole month.
There was a game plan put in place. You and Steve would go with Eddie to the first two states he was touring in, but then you would drive back to Hawkins.
It would give Eddie a chance to get comfortable with this whole new rockstar persona— and for all of you to get ready for leaving for a month.
You didn’t want to leave him, and being with Steve would be nice— but Steve wasn’t Eddie, and you weren’t the Eddie to Steve. For a month, it would be hard without him.
But you got to sleep in luxury hotels with both your boys, and drive on a tour bus with the band for now. You got special treatment that had both you and Steve feeling flustered and like princesses while Eddie got to play on a big stage. And it was huge.
Every night after Eddie preformed and you all were heading back to the hotel, he would always ask with a fearful look on his face. “Did I do good? I feel like I messed up on one part— you sure my voice didn’t crack?”
“You did great, man.”
Steve slung his arm around Eddie while you all walked down the hallway to your suite. You’ve never seen Steve look so… punk? Eddie insisted before coming out tonight that you both had to actually look like his partners.
That means Steve had to put on his black painters jeans, a white tank top, and some fingerless gloves. Coming out of the bathroom, you even saw Eddie putting on some eyeliner under Steve’s eyes.
“You mean it? Because Jeff fuckin’ rocked that shit, and I feel like I was a little off— y'know— the stage and all.”
“You did great, Eddie.” Your voice purred in your little sheer dress, glimmering of green and purple covered by black and your hair looked more tousled than usual.
“Yeah?” Eddie looked genuinely amused, a little flustered at the praise even. “You guys aren’t shitting me?”
You step infront of your suite door and fumble for the key. Watching as Steve’s hand trails down Eddie’s leather jacket and down his ass, Eddie jumping when Steve’s pinched it.
“We’re about to show you how much we both mean it.”
That memory was still fresh despite it being two weeks ago.
Two weeks without Eddie was weirder then you’d thought it be. The first few days were spent laying around, having to maneuver over regular routines without your goofy spouse.
Steve was a sweetheart. He’d take you out on fancy dates and get you even fancier desserts, just to get both of your minds off of Eddie. But when you would sigh a little too loud, or Steve would stare down at a ring (Eddie’s ring) on his hand, you both knew the whole forgetting thing wasn’t working.
Calls from Eddie weren’t until late into the night after the shows. You would hear him munching on whatever room service he got while trying to tell you about his day.
On Thursdays, you would still go to The Hideout. It was a tradition. You’d both order one drink and listen to the new band playing. Every week Steve would lean over and brush your hair away from your face, touching at your lower back while he whispered in your ear.
"Not as good as Corroded Coffin, huh?”
“Yeah. Eddie’s band is way better.” And then proceeded to come to The Hideout the next week anyway.
You missed him. Sometimes when Steve was at work and you sat alone after a shower, it was just too quiet. Even if Eddie was just laying on the bed sleeping, his was presence was still loud. But there is no presence of Eddie at your home. And there hasn’t been for two weeks.
“You hate me…”
The phone just rang by your bedside. You knew it was Eddie— because who else would be calling this late? You’ve brushed your teeth and have pjs on while the sink is still running for Steve.
“Who told you that?” Your hear a belt buckle drop and you imagine boxers are Eddie’s pjs for the night.
“No one had to tell me. You left Steve and me for a month— is that not proof enough you hate us?”
“I told you there’s room on the bus for you and Steve— but someone insisted on ‘the job’ or ‘the house’ or ‘too homesick’.”
“That’s not funny, don’t joke about home sickness.”
“You’re right, I’m sorry, I’m home sick for you right now.”
Eddie’s words have you smiling a little bit, your heart fluttering at the voice that you’ve only gotten to hear more on the radio recently.
“Wouldn’t that be people sickness?”
“No. 'cus you’re my home.”
“Awww Eddie…”
“Dude, stop flirting with my girl.”
Steve’s voice is booming as he comes out of the bathroom so Eddie could hear him over the phone. He flicks the bathroom light off before groaning as he climbs into bed right next to you.
“You know I have to deal with the repercussions now that you’re not here”
“Oh yeah— like taking care of her and spending a whole month alone together is so hard.”
You press a button on the receiver and Eddie’s voice is louder on speaker. Steve nods his head as he sighs. “It is.”
“Shut up.”
Both men chuckle and Steve shifts so he’s right next to you. Hand on your knee rubbing it gently.
“See Eddie? You gotta come back because Steve is being mean to me.”
“No no, that’s just how Steve flirts. You know that, sweetheart.”
“Maybe how he flirts with you.”
“Not how I flirt, I know how to woo a lady.” Steve looks tired, or at least starts to fall asleep as he stares at how his hand on your knee wonders up your leg.
“Then what does that make me?” Eddie questions lightly.
“I know how to woo a man too.”
“Let’s stop saying wooing, guys.”
“You’re right sweetheart. You know, speaking of seduction— there was these two chicks after the show.”
“I told you he was gonna fuck a stripper.”
“Just hear him out.” Steve pleas.
And you both do— for a while. Eddie’s ranting and going on about crazy stories like normal. There’s a comfort in your stomach settling, but it’s not full without Eddie actually near you.
You start to get distracted though when Steve’s hand starts to wonder up your thigh. You’re trying to listen— but Steve’s fingers just barely keep brushing your pussy. Too much for it to be just casual.
“Steve what are you doing?” You whisper yell, but apparently Eddie hears and cuts his story short.
“What’s Steve doing?”
“He—"
Steve’s hand quickly goes under your shirt. He’s touching at your breast and his thumb brushes over your nipple a few times. It’s fast and unexpected.
“I... It’s nothing. Keep talking Ed’s.”
“No come onnnn. I wanna know. Please please please please.”
It’s a little embarrassing to tell Eddie that Steve just decided to feel you up out of nowhere. And now that he’s pinching your nipple between his fingers, it’s sending sparks to your clit and making you horny. But Eddie is your boyfriend just as much as Steve is.
“He’s just… Touching me...”
Silence, and then, “where?”
Because throughout all of this, you haven’t thought about how hard it was for Eddie. Being thrown into rockstar biz with not one of his partners to come with him. Not to mention— Eddie didn’t even realize how touch starved he actually was till he started to lean into those congratulation pats on his back at bars.
“Her tits.” Steve’s voice picks up and now both his hands are under your shirt and trying to get it off. When your shirt falls to the ground, Steve weighs the rounded flesh in his hand, starting to kiss up your neck.
“She’s so pretty right now. N’ so fuckin’ soft.”
“Steve come— come on we’re on the phone.” You sound flush. You are flush with the sudden compliments and attention.
“You’re on the phone. I’m not. Keep talking to Eddie.”
“Yeah, sweetheart. Keep talking to me. Lemme hear that pretty voice. Tell me what Steve’s doing.”
It’s hard to decipher what Steve is doing when all his movements are so fast. One moment he's kissing at your neck, and then next he’s traveling down and kissing your stomach. It’s dizzying, and for a moment, you’re just breathing into the phone.
“Steve— he’s… He’s taking my shorts off.”
“Yeah? The black ones?”
“Mhm… The black ones.”
Steve’s eyes are full of lust as he throws your shorts across the room with no regard on where it lands. As he shuffles down the bed, you can see he’s hard in his pants. His kisses trailing up your thighs now.
“Okay, now underwear color.”
“Do you really have to know the color of underwear I’m wearing?”
“I have a very visual imagination, baby. And right now i have to know exactly what’s going on now so that it's seared into my brain.”
You laugh softly, but it’s breathless as Steve kisses right above your clit over the fabric.
“It’s the blue pair. Nothing fancy.”
“You’re right. You would look better with nothing on at all. Come on Harrington, take ‘em off.”
Steve— despite rolling his eyes— does what he says. Finger tips brushing over your legs as he helps you get out of your panties. Having to lift your hips, but right after Steve thumbs finds your clit and rubs soft circles into it. A pleasant hum comes from the back of your throat.
“Come on sweetheart. You gotta tell me what’s happening. What’s Stevie doing?”
“He’s…” You look Steve up and down. He gives you a curt nod for you to continue, but the words you want to spill are filthy. Dirty talk is Eddie’s area of expertise, not yours.
“Touching my clit—" you mumble fast and close your eyes in embarrassment.
“Ohh… Good job. And does it feel good? Steve getting you nice and wet?” A finger slides though your folds, and you are in fact soaking wet with need.
“Uh-huh…” You open your eyes, and Steve’s gaze is watching as you take one finger inside that slick cunt of yours. Soft strokes going in and out as he rubs against your top walls.
“Stevie’s fingers are so good.”
Steve’s eyes pick up to yours, and you swear there’s a ghost of a smile on his face filled with pride.
“Not as good as mine though, right?”
Steve scoffs softly at Eddie’s words, but he doesn’t stop the motions that are making you feel like you’re on cloud nine.
“Right… Steve… Steve’s nicer with it—"
“Aww… Hear that Harrington? You’re nice.”
“At least I’m not deemed the rough one. You should work on your reputation, Eddie.”
“Nah. She likes it. Pick up the pace Steve, you know you won’t hurt her.”
And maybe it was because you both wanted a little taste of Eddie being back, but Steve adds another finger beside his other one and starts hitting upwards, deep.
There’s this softer spot that makes your lower half ignite with fire, and your hands grab at the blankets under you. Your breathing is harsh, and you let out soft hums every now and then. You’re too distracted to hear Eddie mumble something like, “you must be doing something right, Harrington.”
You watch as Steve palms himself with his other hand. Grabbing at his hard dick that he’s trying to stop from leaking into his clean sweat pants.
It doesn’t take long before you feel a coil starting to tighten. Your hand hardens on the phone, and one comes down to guide Steve’s hand.
“don’t stop, please m’gonna cum.”
“No Steve won’t stop, sweetheart. He’s not that mean.”
“Eddie—"
Steve is the one with his fingers in your pussy, yet you’re calling Eddie’s name. He’s not jealous— (maybe just a little) because he can’t blame you. He misses Eddie that much too that sometimes just calling for him makes it a little easier to breathe.
“I’m right here, baby. Come on, show Steve how good you are.”
“Steve— Steve please.”
You’re touching at his arm, and squirming under his hold. He would be a bastard if he were to pull away now. Instead he goes faster and rubs at your clit a little more, and it has your abdomen clenching as you cum all over his fingers. Bucking into him as you ride it out.
“Fuck… Fuck, thank you.”
You’re coming down, catching your breath and unclenching your muscles after such an amazing high. Steve pulls his fingers out, and sticks them in his mouth cleaning them free of any juices. As if Eddie could see what was happening he mumbles.
“I am so fucking jealous of you, Harrington.”
Steve laughs. He’s taking off his shirt and with every inch of new skin, you swear you remember that he’s one of the prettiest men alive.
“Come on. The food there has to taste just as good right?”
“Coming in a close second. Nothing like that pussy though.”
“Guys…”
You watch shyly as Steve takes off his sweats and boxers, pretty dick standing tall and hard. All the pre-cum gets pushed around as he strokes up and down a few times softly before shifting closer to you so the tip nudges at your entrance.
“Need a minute?”
“No.” You whisper quickly. You’re slowly recovering from your last orgasm, and all you know is that another wouldn’t hurt. Not when Steve’s tip is flush pink and aching.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Can I jerk to this?”
You let out a broken laugh as Steve’s tip hits against your clit a few times. It’s soft, and sends a small jolt through you.
“I didn’t think you’d ever ask.”
“Apparently, I have to step up to the gentlemanlyness to compare with Steve.”
Steve’s dick pushes inside you. Full and unexpected, yet it’s Steve who’s letting out a pretty groan. His hips move slowly against yours, his arms cave around your head.
“That feel good, baby?”
Steve nods but when remembering Eddie can’t see him he mumbles. “Uh-huh. Pussy so warm, n’wet.”
You push some of Steve’s hair out of his face, admiring his full blown eyes and his wet lips.
“Faster, Stevie.”
He nods, and his hips push against yours. Pleasure blooming throughout the entirety of your body. On the other end of the phone, you can hear faintly wet sounds coming from Eddie— though mostly just hearing his breath.
“Fuck, Harrington.” His words have a little venom in them. You can imagine Eddie vividly with his cock in hand, stroking it fast with his head thrown back. “The things I would do for one of your blowjobs right now.”
Steve’s hips falter— stumbling— but he brushes it off as trying to find your hand. Threading your free hand through his and pinning it above your head before he thrusts back into you.
“M’so fucking hard. And I’ve been aching for so long without you both.”
Eddie’s words has your cunt clenching. It’s silly. Of course Eddie has been thinking about you both just as much as you have of him. But the fact that he’s admitted it, is just a little turn on.
“This is the worst fuckin’ foreplay to exist. M’not leaving ever again till you both have my balls drained dry. Swear m’gonna fuck you both ten ways to Monday."
You see a faint smile on Steve’s lips. Eddie’s dirty talk is good, but he also spews words sometimes. Though that doesn’t mean you can’t confide in the sexiness of it all.
Your lips push at Steve’s. The kiss is soft, despite how hot both of your bodies are. Steve’s hips are hesitating, which means he’s close. He would usually last longer than this, but maybe it’s the fact that Eddie’s on the line than in person that's doing it for him.
“Shit— I’m gonna cum, gonna cum all over the bedsheets. Please, please be close.”
You don’t know who Eddie’s talking to anymore, but Steve’s hand snakes down to toy with your clit. It’s no use when he’s so close, and you're so far. But it’s okay— because it still feels pleasurable.
And the whine Steve makes when he pulls out and cums all over your stomach, it’s a beautiful little sound with long, hot shots of his seed. Your breath hitches, and all the noise makes Eddie cum in his palm. The rush of dopamine was so fast, that it ended as soon as it came.
Nothing other than breathing can be heard over the after glow of phone sex. When Steve finally pulls away into sitting on his knees, his guilty voice comes out.
“Fuck I’m… I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened— it just… It got overwhelming way too fast and…”
“It’s okay.”
You smile softly, Steve’s a gentleman— and a sweetheart. He always wants to make sure you cum. He wants to give as good as he gets. And when he doesn’t make you cum, he feels guilty like he’s using you.
“It felt really good anyway.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
You nod. That feeling of wanting sex already dissolving, and a new feeling arises like wanting to just be held.
“Shit, Harrington. You didn’t make her cum again? Fucking man whore am I right sweetheart?”
“Eddie.”
Your voice is warning because you don’t want Steve to feel guilty. Luckily, Steve’s seems to roll his eyes as he starts to climb off the bed.
“Shut up rockstar. I’m sure you’ll cum faster when you’re inside this cunt again for the first time in a while.”
“No doubt.”
You didn’t think about Eddie. All you wanted now was a short clean up, and Steve to hold you before bed. But what about Eddie? A big bed with luxury sheets and no one to snuggle.
Your heart aches as you watch Steve walk into the bathroom to find a cloth to clean up with. Who will clean up Eddie? Who will be there in the morning to set his alarm and deal with his cranky self?
“Eddie…?”
You curl into your self just slightly, aware of the cum still on your stomach and your drooling pussy.
“Hm?” That sounded tired. You kept Eddie up when he was supposed to drive hours on a bus tomorrow.
“I… I miss you.”
“Don’t start with me, sweetheart.”
“Don’t start what…?”
You want to bite at your lip and demand that science makes a teleporter now instead of working on... Whatever. You need a way for Eddie to be here now and be ready for tomorrow.
“Don’t start that. You sound like you’re gonna cry. Steve is she gonna cry?”
Steve walks back into the room, and goes to clean the mess on your stomach first. He’s studying your face even though you’re smiling a little now.
“She might.”
“Don’t start that, princess. I’ll be home in two more weeks.”
Steve takes the words right out of your mouth. “That’s two weeks too long.”
“Steve, not you too! Does it look like Stevie might cry, sweetheart?”
You’re smiling hard when you look up to examine Steve’s face now while he cleans between your legs. You give the same answer as him.
“Maybe.”
Eddie can’t deal with hearing all this. He doesn’t want to hear the “I miss you’s,” because he misses you both too. And that ache will just get stronger and stronger till he wonders if he even made the right choice of becoming a rockstar at all. Or if he should just cut his trip short just to come back to you both.
With a longing sigh, Eddie mumbles some "I miss you too’s." Steve’s putting a fresh shirt and underwear back on for you before climbing in right behind you.
“Just come home soon, Eddie.”
“I will.”
You want to support Eddie’s every hope and dream. But it’s hard when his dreams are so far away. So far from you or Steve. Only being dumbed down to hearing his voice on every radio station.
But if that’s what it would take to be with Eddie and Steve forever? You would do it a hundred times over. Living miles away from them both for weeks, then slowly listening to only their voices for months. Then finally after years, touch them and be near them again. You’d do it a hundred times over just to have them in every lifetime.
“I wasn’t joking about that draining me dry thing, by the way.”
“Good night, Eddie.”
And with that. Steve takes the phone from your hand, and with a curt, “I love you!”
