– faygo dreams
blurb about billy and eddie
pairing: billy hargrove / reader / eddie munson
tags: 18+ smut, afab!reader (she/her pronouns), billy and eddie are into each other too, this is just a small blurb about a three-way kiss with billy and eddie hehe
a/n: i'm writing this blurb based off of one of my perv eddie + billy headcanons hehe! thank u for reading and pls enjoy :3 u can request also! should i turn this into an actual story? let me know!
your lips were still tingling when the bottle spun again. but everything else felt loud—your pulse, the bass of the music bleeding in from the hallway, the way billy’s hand hadn’t quite left your waist.
eddie caught your eye, tongue poking at his cheek, like he was still tasting you. he leaned back on one hand, lazy and loose, but the way he looked at you? anything but casual.
“you alright?” robin mouthed at you from across the circle, half-smiling, half-incredulous.
you just nodded, trying not to laugh.
the bottle landed on steve next, who got dared to take a shot every time someone in the circle had hooked up with someone else there. after three shots, he dramatically flopped to the floor, hand on his chest. “i regret college.”
nancy rolled her eyes and passed him water.
billy leaned closer to you. “didn’t know munson kissed like that,” he said low, like it was a joke. but it wasn’t.
“jealous?” you murmured.
he just smirked and flicked your braid gently over your shoulder. “maybe.”
eddie’s voice cut in before the bottle could spin again. “actually, new rule,” he said, sitting up straighter. “if you kiss someone, and it’s good, you owe them a dare.”
“that’s not—” steve started.
“shut up, harrington,” eddie said. “i’m making it interesting.”
the bottle now sat forgotten. a new game had started.
eddie looked at billy. “truth or dare.”
billy’s eyes narrowed, but he tilted his chin. “dare.”
eddie leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “i dare you… to let y/n sit on your lap the rest of the game.”
billy didn’t blink. “gladly.”
before you could react, billy had tugged you toward him, pulling you into his lap like it was always meant to happen. his hand splayed across your thigh, possessive. his voice dropped next to your ear. “comfy?”
“we’ll see,” you said, heart pounding as your back pressed to his chest.
“your turn,” robin said, raising an eyebrow like she lived for this.
billy’s arms locked around you tighter. “eddie. truth or dare?”
eddie tilted his head. “truth.”
billy smirked. “you like y/n?”
eddie didn’t flinch. “obviously.”
the air thickened again. someone let out a slow, “oooh.”
you didn’t move. didn’t breathe. but you felt both of them—billy’s pulse under your hand, eddie’s eyes on your face.
you reached for your drink, casually. “guess i’m the most popular person in this room.”
billy hummed. “you sure about that?”
eddie gave you a lazy grin. “there’s only one way to find out.”
the tension wrapped around the three of you like smoke. and even though the game kept going—more dares, more shots, someone flashing a tattoo they probably regretted—you couldn’t focus on any of it.
not when billy’s hand was tracing slow circles on your thigh.
not when eddie’s fingers brushed yours every time he passed you a drink.
not when both of them were looking at you like they were already planning round two.
and maybe, just maybe, you’d let them.
the game carried on, background noise now. someone dared steve to take a selfie in jonathan’s bathroom wearing only a towel. someone else had to eat a banana in a way that made everyone uncomfortable.
but none of it really registered. not when you were in billy’s lap, one arm slung low around your waist, his fingers absently tapping a rhythm on your skin. and not with eddie sitting across from you, eyes dark, a slow grin spreading across his face like he was in on some secret only he and billy knew.
he wasn’t looking just at you anymore.
he was looking at both of you.
and billy? he noticed.
you felt the shift when billy leaned forward a little, resting his chin near your shoulder, eyes locked on eddie. “you keep staring, munson.”
eddie tilted his head, cool and unbothered. “can you blame me?”
“depends.” billy’s voice was lower now. rougher. “you staring at her?”
his hand slid a little higher up your thigh.
“or me?”
eddie didn’t miss a beat. “both.”
your breath caught.
no one else in the room seemed to notice how the game had stopped. how it had quietly shifted into something else. something hotter. heavier.
billy laughed, soft and sharp, like he liked what he heard. “you into this or something?”
eddie raised a brow. “you not?”
and just like that, the heat between you three sparked again—different this time. deeper.
you turned slightly in billy’s lap, looking between them, heart hammering.
“am i a shared fantasy or something?” you asked, half teasing, half breathless.
“not a fantasy,” eddie said. “you’re real.”
“and right here,” billy added, his gaze flicking down to your lips, then to eddie’s mouth, then back again.
a moment passed.
“we should talk,” eddie said suddenly, too casually to mean anything innocent.
billy raised an eyebrow. “yeah?”
“yeah,” eddie said, already pushing up from the couch. “come on.”
he didn’t wait for an answer—just turned toward the hallway, disappearing past the half-open door that led to the kitchen. you felt billy’s chest rumble behind you as he laughed under his breath.
“subtle,” he muttered, squeezing your thigh once before standing too. he didn’t say anything else—just took your hand and followed.
the kitchen was warm and dim, lit only by the dull glow of the microwave clock and the soft hum of the fridge. it smelled like weed, cheap beer, and leftover pizza—but it was quiet.
eddie was already leaning against the counter, chewing on the edge of a plastic straw he’d found, eyes flicking up when you walked in.
you let the door swing shut behind you.
“so,” you said, trying not to sound breathless, “we’re talking?”
eddie grinned, tossing the straw. “sort of.”
billy stepped behind you again, his hands resting on your hips. “you gonna make another dare, munson?”
“thinking about it,” eddie said, eyes dragging from billy’s hands to your mouth, then back up. “but we’re off the record now, yeah?”
no circle. no crowd. just you three.
“so what happens now?” you asked.
“this,” eddie said, stepping forward—and kissing you.
not like at the game. not for show.
this was slower. deeper. his hands cradled your face, and he kissed you like he’d been thinking about it all night. maybe longer.
billy didn’t stop him.
his hands slid up your sides, warm and grounding, and then he leaned in too. his mouth brushed the corner of yours just as eddie pulled back, breath caught in his throat.
and then billy kissed eddie.
your eyes widened.
and not like a joke, either—not a dare, not for laughs. billy kissed him like he meant it. like he’d wanted to. slow, deliberate, tongues brushing and lips parting and hands fisting into fabric.
eddie made a sound low in his throat, pulling billy closer by the front of his shirt.
you stood there, caught between them, heat blooming low in your stomach.
when they finally broke apart, they looked at you at the same time.
“your turn,” billy said, voice rough.
you didn’t hesitate.
you grabbed billy by the jaw and kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip just enough to make him growl, and then turned to eddie and kissed him just as deep—messy, hot, needy.
somehow, it all blurred together—hands on your waist, fingers in your hair, mouths crashing together like none of you could get enough.
it was reckless. chaotic. perfect.
a three-way kiss, if you could even call it that—because it was more than that now. it was tension spilling over, three different heartbeats syncing up, too many hands, too much heat, not enough time.
when you finally pulled back, all of you were flushed, breathing hard, clothes wrinkled from tugging and grabbing.
you were still sandwiched between them. billy’s hand was under your shirt. eddie’s thumb was brushing your cheek.
“well,” you said, blinking. “so much for just talking.”
eddie chuckled. “best conversation i’ve had all week.”
billy licked his lips, still staring at both of you. “round two?
