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Wild Parts - Part 4

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Steve dated before Eddie asked you out and Eddie couldn't help but feel like there was potential for some fun on the horizon. Shenanigans ensue.

Rating: Mature to definitely explicit, look away children. But also some heart-warming fluff and some angst.

Warnings: Threesome, implied sex, actual sex, cursing, bi-curiosity, fingering, dirty talk, oral (giving and receiving), porn with some plot, praising, established relationships, polyamory (eventually), anal play, anal.

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A/N: Sweet holy baby El, this is just filth, top to bottom. I mean there is some fluff in there if you just go directly to the end and squint but everything in between-dirtydirtydirty. I need a shower after this one. But also, this has been such an amazing series to share with you guys. I plan to keep writing headcanons and one-shots for these guys, but this is the end for Wild Parts. I'm in actual tears thinking about the love, encouragement, friendship, and support you guys have given me for this story. What started out as a really horny brain rot that wouldn't go away, turned into a beautiful story that helped me learn to love writing again. Thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love you all so much. If I missed tagging anyone, please let me know and I'll add you to the list! I hope you all enjoy! The tag list will be in the reblog!

The three of you were barely through the door when Eddie pulled you into a staggering kiss, both hands tangled in your hair and Steve was doing everything in his power to get you undressed as fast as possible.

You were an awful tease to them all evening and it started with the crop top.

Eddie gave you one of his older band shirts, teasing about you not being able to sleep without him anymore, and just out of spite, you decided to cut it up and make it wearable for everyday use. Tonight would be its debut. You paired it with black shorts that barely contained your ass and, with some shaking uncertainty, fishnets. Confidence was sometimes hard to come by, but right now? In this? You looked fucking amazing. The look on Eddie's face when you walked out of the house was proof enough that you made the right choice.

It about sent Eddie to his grave. Actually, it almost sent both of them. Steve didn't care so much about the subject of the shirt, but you cut holes to accentuate your cleavage and he couldn't seem to stop staring no matter how hard he tried. But tonight was movie night and they had to contain themselves in front of Robin.

Well, Steve did. Eddie, on the other hand, was not about to keep his hands to himself even with Robin making audible noises of disgust towards you and Eddie's PDA. In the back of your mind, you didn't really want him to stop; mostly because Steve squirming in his seat and glancing at the two of you more than he was watching the movie was way more fun than you cared to admit.

At one point while Robin was in the bathroom, you took one of Eddie's fingers and stuck the tip in your mouth, sucking lightly. Steve couldn't do much of anything but stare and Eddie clenched his jaw, bringing his other fist to press against his forehead.

"You are so mean," Eddie breathed. Steve was about to say his own piece when Robin came trotting back in. You removed Eddie's finger quickly, smiling at her.

"What did I miss?" She asked, looking between the group.

Suffice it to say when the boys practically dragged you into the house later on and started ravaging every inch of you, there was no one to blame but yourself. You did it on purpose. Eddie let slip that things happened between him and Steve the night before, so of course, your entire mind was occupied with intrusive thoughts of seeing them together. Just imagining Eddie bringing Steve to his knees, literally, made you so wet you had to change your underwear.

And take a cold shower.

They were pulling you in all directions. Eddie with his mouth devouring yours and Steve clumsily pulling your shirt over your head and started on the shorts, kissing your neck and shoulder blades as he undressed you.

"Leave the fishnets," Eddie commanded, his lips red and kiss-swollen.

You pursed your lips, smirking up at him through your lashes, "I hoped you would say that."

Steve leaned into your ear, lowering his voice, "You've been a big tease all night, you know that?" The shorts slid down your hips and you stepped out obediently, shivering as his words sent searing desire all over your body. "What should we do about that, Eds?"

"Mmmm, not sure. I think maybe she should have to sit by herself and watch while you and me play? What do you think, kitten? Do you think that's fair?"

Kitten. That was a new nickname and goddamn it took everything you had not to form a moan around it. Instead, you bit your bottom lip and shrugged, choosing your next words carefully, "Can I play with myself while you do?"

Steve groaned in your hair and a wide, Cheshire Cat grin broke out on Eddie's face. "Mmhmm. But only when we say. Kind of like Simon says except instead of Simon, you have to call me 'Daddy' all night."

He was hitting every spot and wasn't even touching anything yet. You nodded in agreement and he grabbed your chin, tilting your head to look up at him, "What do you say?"

"Yes, Daddy," you chirped quietly, voice caught in your throat.

Eddie, gaze turning to Steve in a wordless agreement, let Steve pull you down the hall and into the bedroom, the other following closely behind. As you passed by Steve's standing mirror, you couldn't help but smirk at the bold choice in wardrobe. A year ago, you would have never considered doing anything like this, even in your wildest dreams. You looked like an exotic dancer with only your bra, fishnets, and thong; a really sexy one at that. The only difference was the dirty hightops versus a pair of heels.

Movie night would have straight up been canceled had you worn your heels.

Discarding your bra and getting situated in his desk chair, Steve hovered over you, eyes raking your body up and down. He was about to kiss you when Eddie tutted behind him.

"Nope, no kissing, no touching until I say."

Steve scoffed, threw a look over his shoulder at Eddie, "So bossy," then proceeded to lick a stripe over your bottom lip first, then your top, making you gasp. Steve was not one to be told what to do and it turned you on to no end to see him assert his dominance, even just a little.

Eddie didn't complain, but he was pulling Steve to his side by the back of the shirt. "Come on, baby."

You clenched at the pet name and the way it fell from his lips with smooth confidence. No hesitation or fear, just a simple 'baby' and Steve was in Eddie's arms, pressing their lips together fiercely. You'd seen them kiss before, but this was something different. This was raw, unadulterated passion and your core squeezed down a second time. They undressed each other, slower than you wanted but you felt it would be wise to keep your mouth shut. If you were ever going to get them to touch (fuck) you, the rules had to be followed.

The fishnets only afforded a little bit of room to maneuver the thong so your fingers could get to your clit. The material was almost out of the way when Eddie grabbed your wrist suddenly, his ringed fingers glinting dangerously in the lamp light. Your gaze moved up to meet his eyes, his pupils blown open so wide, that the blackness of those pools mesmerized you.

"Not...until...Daddy...says so. Remember?" His words were accented by the mildly threatening tinkling of the belt that hung limply around his waist.

Swallowing, you nodded. He let go of your wrist and you moved the offending hand away slowly, bare chest heaving with each shuddering breath. He'd never been this aggressive before and you weren't sure how you felt about it quite yet but something told you it was going to be a staple with you from now on. Steve was looking on, slipping his underwear off and an approving smile on his lips.

"Better behave, pretty girl, he sounds like he means business."

Somewhere in your mind, you knew that Steve was saying something to you but seeing his deliciously hard cock bounce and bob as he moved was so distracting, that he might as well have been speaking a different language.

"Look at her, already cock drunk," Eddie muttered, returning to his spot beside Steve. "I don't think she's gonna be able to take it."

"I don't know," Harrington drawled. "She looks pretty determined."

You couldn't really pinpoint why exactly, but you fucking loved when the boys talked about you like that; as if you weren't there, half-panting and ready to explode right in your underwear. You didn't want to give them the satisfaction of a verbal answer so you snapped your mouth closed and crossed your legs. Steve laughed out loud when you cocked an eyebrow at them.

"I think we should show her what she's missing," the brunette continued, "She'll change her tune pretty quickly, I'm sure." His eyes met Eddie's and the same ringed hand that roughly grabbed your wrist before cupped Steve's cheek gently. Your eyes moved between them, trying to decipher their silent exchange. There was new, prevailing energy between them, something that you could feel in your own orbit and it stirred something in you.

Things would never be the same again.

"What do you want?" Steve asked, bringing his hands to Eddie's waist.

"Mmm, you know what I would love?" Eddie purred, drawing Steve closer to him, "I would love to see how much of that cock I can take in my mouth."

Steve looked like he just won the lottery. Or short-circuited, you couldn't tell which. "I-uh...please." You couldn't help but smirk at the obvious shock over the filthy words that just blessed his ears.

Eddie's serpentine and nearly fatal word choices rendered you speechless on many occasions, too.

The movement of Eddie to his knees and immediately grabbing Steve's cock made you jerk involuntarily. Being a teasing brat was starting to look less and less appealing because all you wanted was to be on your knees with Eddie.

Actually, you wanted to be rubbing your clit if you were being perfectly honest; the throbbing ache between your crossed legs was murdering your harsh resolve. But not as much as seeing Eddie take Steve's cock like a fucking champ.

"Holy...oh god, fuck," Steve moaned, tangling his fingers in Eddie's hair. "Mmm, you have some competition, baby," He looked over at you, licking your lips. "Too bad you're way over there."

"Fuck off," You spat playfully, closing yourself off even more by crossing your arms.

"Ohhh, salty. I will, but only - goddamn Eddie." Steve's eyes screwed shut as Eddie's ministrations were going deeper down his throat, one of his hands holding the base of the shaft. "You are really going to make me come if you keep going like that."

Damn, you really did have competition.

Eddie slowed, then let off of his cock with a sly smirk. "Fair enough." His glassy eyes flicked to you, "How ya doing over there, baby? Need a hand?"

If you weren't so turned on, you'd be mad. "Doing just fine."

His hand was still stroking Steve lazily, "You sure? You're looking a little uncomfortable over there."

"Yep, I'm positive."

"I mean, I wouldn't blame you if all you wanted right now was to move that little bit of panty aside and let Steve lick that little pussy until you cry.” The sarcastic tone didn't match the pure porn dripping from his lips but somehow it was doing a number on your legs; they just started bouncing.

Eddie's demon smile radiated pure lust from ear to ear. "But since it's just you, I'd say we could let her touch a little bit. Right, pretty boy?" He looked up at Steve who was so frustrated, he looked like he could strangle Eddie as much as he could fuck him.

"You...are an asshole," the beautiful brunette breathed, totally ignoring Eddie's teasing question.

"You love it, Harrington. Don't act like you don't." Eddie drawled and you couldn't help but see how much in his element Eddie was at this moment. The control he had over not just you, his first partner in crime, but King Harrington as well just drew you up so tight, you couldn't even imagine what it would feel like when you were finally allowed to uncoil.

The best you ever had, definitely.

Your doe-eyed, metal head turned to you and tilted his head slightly, "You can touch yourself now. But if I say stop, you stop. Got it?"

"Mmhmmm, yes-"

Eddie's eyebrows went up.

"-Daddy." You finished.

"Good girl."

You let out your first, real moan and Steve let a "fuck" breathily fall from his mouth. Eddie had you both wrapped around his finger, his hand, his body, his cock, everything and he knew it.

Untangling your legs, one hand moved to her center and the other started massaging and rubbing your breast, pebbling the nub between your fingers. The maze of stretchy material and cotton was easily navigated, finally grazing against your clit, moaning again. Eddie's determination to be in complete control flickered for a moment when he saw your eyes flutter closed and your body buck against your fingers.

"Hey, Kitten."

Your eyelids flew open, seeing Eddie standing with his cock in his hand. "Keep your eyes open for me." He doesn't wait for your reply, but turns to Steve, kissing him deeply. "I would very much like to fuck you right now."

You saw Steve visibly tense, but then he nodded. "I got something for that." He stepped past Eddie to the bedside table and pulled out a blue bottle of clear liquid bubbling up and down in the light.

"Always prepared." Eddie quipped a proud smile placed prettily on his lips.

Steve should have gotten a goddamn Academy Award. On the outside, he was showing every bit of ice-cold confidence he could muster. His insides, though, felt like they were trying to escape his body. It eased him a little to see that Eddie was a little nervous too. For all his blustering and order-giving, he was as scared as Steve, if not more. Eddie, making quick work of the condom situation allowed Steve to catch a glance at the delicious noises you were making.

Two fingers were rubbing your clit now and that pretty mouth hung open, crescendoing moans tumbling out one after another. He was not going to make it through at this rate. Besides, you looked so needy, so hungry for some kind of reprieve he couldn’t help but feel bad for you. He looked back at Eddie, "I think she's been good enough, maybe she could get a little reward."

Eddie, absolutely vibrating with desire against Steve, turned his attention to you. "Is that what my pretty boy wants?"

Steve and you moaned at exactly the same time and Harrington felt a bolt of desire shatter any lasting hope that he had any control of this situation.

"Yes, please."

This simple beg, this otherwise commonly-used phrase to politely get what he wanted, but for something so deeply surreal shook Steve to his very core, and Eddie couldn't help but stare, his teeth drawing in his bottom lip.

"Okay, Princess," he grinned cheekily, "tell Daddy how you want it."

Steve could have flown apart right then. The power exchange between him and Eddie was now officially settled; Eddie was in control and Steve wasn't going to fight him on it. He was going to give him whatever he wanted, however he wanted. Then, resolutely, like the final click of the rollercoaster tracks before the plummet, he decided he was going to let go. Let go of his control, let go of his fear of the unknown and let go of his stupid need to be seen by everyone a certain way. None of it mattered anyway.

But here, right now, with Eddie's hypnotizing gaze and your siren's song of moaning, he didn't want to be anywhere else in the world.

What in the actual fuck, Munson? Where the hell is this shit coming from?

He blamed his DM'ing abilities for being able to spew bullshit on a whim, but something had been looming underneath the surface for the last few weeks and it felt like the right time to let it out. The difference in reactions to the 'Daddy' stuff was intriguing.

Steve struggled with the idea of letting go and you were practically salivating in your chair. What a pretty pair the two of them made.

The brunette considered Eddie for a moment, then wet his lips and slipped onto the mattress, laying on his back. "You on top. And our girl," he met your eyes, "can be riding my face."

Eddie couldn't help the shiver that ran through his skin. Eddie had a dirty mouth, but Steve saying those words in that voice just sent him to another level, another dimension. Wordlessly, Eddie moved on top of Steve, his long legs accepting the other's body fluidly, like the shore accepting the waves.

"C'mere sweetheart," Steve directed, holding his hand out for you.

Eddie knew this part was going to be a lot for Steve and he didn't want anyone to be overwhelmed. "Not quite yet. You can lay next to us, but you can't ride his mouth. I want you to watch first."

You hesitated for a moment as if you were deciding whether you wanted to obey his order or not. Had you decided against it, he would have let you; he was racing to the very edge and the pulsing in his cock was getting painful. Then, you pursed your lips and stood, slowly sashaying to the other side, climbing on the creaking mattress and settling against the headboard.

He couldn't help himself. Sitting up, he motioned his index finger at you and you obliged, leaning forward. "Such a good girl," he hummed, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

"I always am, Eddie." You said in a hushed tone.

The complete trust you were giving to Eddie right was so powerful he couldn't help but feel his ego soar. Turning his eyes back to Steve, Eddie grabbed the bottle of lube and opened it, squeezing the cool liquid onto his first two fingers.

"Remember what I said last night. If it gets to be too much, just let me know. I'll stop. I promise."

Harrington nodded, letting out a shaky exhale. Your hand slid in his hair, running it through the soft locks, silently reassuring him. It was technically against the rules, but upon seeing the look on Steve's face, he could use all the comfort he could get. Mimicking the movements from the night before, he pressed his long fingers against Steve's hole, smearing the clear liquid around and inside gently. A loud gasp flew from Steve's lips and Eddie cooed, "It's okay, just breathe."

His eyes flicked to you and holy shit you looked so fucking good. Just watching with hooded eyelids, biting down on your bottom lip, and rubbing your clit with one hand while scratching Steve's scalp with the other.

Simply divine.

Eddie worked him open slowly, making sure he could get both fingers inside without hurting Steve. This was a life-changing event; he didn't want him walking away from it with pain trauma. Judging by the look on his face and the way he was squirming against Eddie, there was no pain; just absolute, pure pleasure despite the fact that there was nothing pure about what was going on.

"Please, Eddie. Please-" Steve was stammering and you audibly matched the craving tone in his voice with a groan. Eddie's brown eyes flicked to you, seeing a finger slipping inside yourself.

"Use your words, baby," Eddie murmured, moving his middle finger in further.

Steve's back arched in a gorgeous reminder from the previous evening, "Please fuck me. I need it, I'm ready for it."

Nodding, he removed his nearly dripping fingers and proceeded to squeeze more lube onto his hand, stroking himself in wet squelches. Somehow you managed to move to Steve's side without a sound, still petting his hair and nibbling his ear. Eddie opened his mouth to argue, but you interjected quickly.

"I'm touching him, he's not touching me. I haven't broken the rules yet." You smirked wickedly and Eddie chuckled.

Such a brat.

The room went almost silent (save for Steve's heavy breathing) as Eddie positioned himself at Steve's hole, pushing just the tip inside at a snail's pace. You were tight, but Steve was a fucking vice-grip around even just the little bit he could get in, and Eddie groaned loudly, "Fuuuuck, fuck - oh my god."

Steve felt like he was holding his breath and that's when you lowered your lips to his ear and whispered, "Breathe baby, breathe. It's gonna feel so good." Your comforting tone and sultry words made Steve visibly relax, allowing for Eddie to thrust in a little more.

"Oh shit, oh god," Steve repeated over and over, trying his best to keep his eyes open, but they kept slamming shut with each new inch opening him up wider and wider.

The hand that was pleasuring yourself snaked around Steve's cock, rubbing in time with Eddie's thrusts, and fucking hell it was sending Harrington to the fucking moon. The keening whimpers and gasps morphed into full moans, making it very difficult for Eddie to not come right then. It all felt so fucking good, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. It wasn't helping one bit that you were jerking Steve off, but keeping your eyes on Eddie, sighing absolute smut.

"He feels so good, doesn't he? So fucking big and hard, fuck," You were rutting your hips against Steve for some kind of relief, "he just fills you up so good, right baby?"

Steve couldn't even form words to answer. Good, Eddie thought. If he was able to make his partner speechless, he was doing his job right.

"I bet you want Eddie to fill up that little asshole, don't you Steve?" You twisted your hand just right and Steve mewled loudly.

Eddie cried out as Steve clenched around him, making him see stars for a second. He was so close, it wasn't even funny. Eddie wanted to come so badly. He knew you were going to be left unattended to, but he couldn't stop. As much as he wanted to slow down and have enough patience to keep this moment going, the feeling of being pulled in more and more by Steve's ass was overwhelming.

"I'm gonna come," Eddie confessed breathily, "holy shit - you're gonna make me come." But before he fell over the precipice of his orgasm, Steve moved away. The feeling of Eddie's cock leaving the tight warmth of Steve was almost enough to make him cry, his high being dashed to pieces.

A half-irritated growl ripped from Eddie's chest, "What the fuck, Harrington?"

"Not...yet," Steve panted, his breath ragged. He lolled his head to you, "You ready, baby?"

Oh, if Eddie could have taken a picture right now. Your big, hungry eyes were pleading up at him, hoping he would be nice and let you ride Steve's mouth. In his brief irritation, he considered letting you sweat it out a little more but the truth was, there was no denying you. Even this little bit of teasing made him feel rude, which he normally didn't care about but this was you.

But that didn't stop him from making you ask. "What do you say?"

It was obvious that you were not in the mood to be a brat anymore and licked your lips, answering quickly, "Please Daddy, can I ride our Steve's mouth? Pretty please?"

"Mmmm, I guess since you've been so a good girl for us-"

Steve scoffed, "The best girl."

Eddie couldn't help but smirk at the unmistakable desire that crossed your eyes and nodded, "Yes, you can."

Without hesitation or words, you lept up and hovered over Steve in a flash. The fishnets, though sexy as all hell, were going to be a problem for Harrington but he make quick work of ripping the crotch right open with you crying out in surprise. You didn't really seem to care though; whatever it took to get his mouth on you was perfectly fine. While Steve was moving aside your underwear and lapping eagerly at your clit (you were nearly screaming already, holy fuck), Eddie reapplied the lube and thrust into Steve again, this time much easier and faster.

It took a few moments, but they found their rhythm; you moving against Steve's mouth and Eddie, sitting up on his knees, moving into Steve, that pressure from before already building up at the base of his spine.

You looked absolutely shattered.

For a split second, Eddie wished he could see inside your mind, feel what you were feeling. It must have been similar to what Steve was feeling because his cock was leaking profusely against his belly, making Eddie's mouth water. He couldn't lean down to get his lips around it, so he used his fist, giving Steve traction to pump his hips up erratically with muffled groans.

It wasn't more than a few minutes before each of them fell apart. Surprisingly, you came first. All it took was Eddie leaning forward and pressing his mouth to yours before moaning, "I love you," against your lips.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna come!" You whined.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you convulsed, throwing your pretty head back and crying out as the world tumbled around you, completely soaking Steve's mouth and neck. “I love you, I love you, I love you-“ fell from your lips, one right after the other.

Eddie immediately lost his cool, rocking frantically into Steve and squeezing his eyes shut, all of his senses and thoughts turning to black stars as he came. The sound of Eddie unraveling had Steve's hips stuttering, coating Eddie's hand, and his stomach in hot, white ropes that didn't seem to stop. Half-muffled moans came floating out from between your legs and you quickly dismounted, letting Steve gasp out. He sounded on the verge of actually crying.

Once Eddie was able to see again, he pulled out slowly, and crumpled next to the other. For a brief, shining moment all three of them were breathing in perfect harmony; their hearts thumping wildly on their chests for one another.

After everyone seemed to be in a much calmer state, you got up, grabbing a discarded towel from Steve's hamper; you were all a fucking mess. Starting with Harrington, you wiped his mouth and neck, looking at him almost apologetically, "Sorry if I almost suffocated you."

Steve huffed out a laugh, "Would've been a good way to go."

Eddie sat up, resting his back against the headboard, carefully removing the condom. His task was distracted by your giggle and watched you lovingly clean Steve, leaving little kisses on his face. His entire chest swelled with all kinds of emotions and for the first time since everything started, he couldn't stop them from spilling out.

"So, not to completely kill the mood," he expertly tied off the condom, carefully dropping it on the bedside table (Steve was frowning at said choice), "but...this is actually happening, right? Like, you both like me? Like actually want to spend time with me? Together? This isn't just some flukey weirdness that we forget about in two weeks?"

You were sitting up on your elbow, eyebrows drawn in deep concern. "Baby, yes, of course. I'm crazy about you. We both are. Right, Steve?"

Steve was also staring at Eddie, "All I've been able to think about is being with you. And y/n." He turned his head to you, "All of us, together." He scooted to a sitting position and you followed, "I have no idea what any of this is, but I want to find out with both of you."

"But," Eddie sniffed, "that means everything in your life changes. How people see you and your sterling fucking reputation around here. Doesn't that scare you?"

"Absolutely it does," Steve said, but smiled. "But I also don't really care about what anyone thinks."

"I think Steve is saying he likes you a lot, babe," you teased, tilting your head to look at Eddie better.

"Yeah, I think I do."

In any other situation, Eddie would have gotten up and left the room as fast his legs could carry him. There were so many unnamed emotions swirling around them, all filled with possibility and Eddie felt all of them, all at once. But this time, he didn't want to run away. Being in this room with you and Steve, loving him as much as you could felt safe. There weren't many times Eddie could say actually had true safety, but right now, he did. And he was going to hold onto it for as long as he could.

He dropped his head onto Steve's shoulder, kissing the skin there. He didn't need to respond and the two of you understood that.

Eddie felt the bed move; you were crawling from around Steve to get in the middle and he smirked.

"Always gotta be the center of attention."

They both moved, though, creating your own safety net with their arms and warm sighs as you settled against them. "I mean between you two, I need the spotless sometimes."

"How does Miss Spotlight feel about all this?" Steve asked.

You curled your lip in thought, then shrugged, "Like I said before, I'm always curious. But more than that, I love you. Both of you. More than I knew how to say before now. And I don't want to let that go any time soon."

Steve pressed his lips to your hair and Eddie snuggled into you closer, "We love you too, kitten."

"You're keeping that one, by the way." You purred, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, you like 'kitten'? It kind of just came out; I honestly have no idea where that came from."

"Did you call me Princess?" Steve asked incredulously.

The three of them burst out into rounds of laughter, holding to each other tightly. Whatever this was and whatever it turned into for the future, they would always remember this night as one of their best.

<3 Jojo

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Wild Parts - Part 3

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Steve dated before Eddie asked you out and Eddie couldn't help but feel like there was potential for some fun on the horizon. Shenanigans ensue.

Rating: Mature to definitely explicit, look away children. But also some heart-warming fluff and some angst.

Word Count: 6.5 K

A/N: Oh look, a surprise smut scene; how did that get there?! Anyway, I am flabbergasted, you guys. I could friggin fly with all the beautiful comments, messages and love you've all sent me. Waking up to asks from you guys is an honor, truly. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Note to self: write horny, always write horny. Anyway, I really hope you guys enjoy it! Part 4 yes or no?? If I missed anyone in the tag list, let me know!

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The sun wasn't even up when Steve's eyes popped open. It took him a few seconds to remember where he was, but then you shifted next to him and the events from the night before came flooding back. Eddie wasn't on your other side, though. Then a sharp, metallic click brought Steve's attention across the room; Eddie sat half-naked, on the window seat, lighting a cigarette. The cherry lit up his face for a moment and he blew the smoke out of the window he cracked open.

There was a delicate vulnerability to Eddie's silhouette that made Steve pause. Eddie really was very nice to look at; the ever-lightening sky gave his skin a blue hue that looked so touchable, and his features, though still in shadow, made for a mesmerizing profile. Steve wouldn't really know about how soft he really was though; the touching between him and Eddie was limited.

His cock, man, you full-on grabbed his cock, the intrusive thought blared loudly in his head, leaving Steve feeling dazed.

He was just being helpful, really. And the moment called for it. Steve already came, you were on the brink and Eddie was right there, but he needed a little extra push. There was a moment when your eyes were closed, moaning loudly and the desperation in Eddie's eyes called out to him. It would only take a few rubs and he was right; the moment Steve wrapped his hand around the shaft and met Eddie's strokes, he was coming all over you with loud, breathy moans.

The only cock Steve wrapped his hand around was his own and while he knew it was something he could easily write off as "in the moment", he couldn't help but...like it. A lot actually.

It was too goddamn early for that kind of thinking.

Steve blinked a few times, pushed the blanket back, and sat up to throw his feet over the side. It took a second to find his own boxers but he found them under your skirt, sliding them on. That skirt would forever be his favorite from now on; he was going to have some serious self-control issues when he saw you in it again. Making sure you weren't disturbed, he tip-toed over to Eddie.

"How are you awake right now, man?" He whispered. His arms crossed over his bare chest, suddenly feeling a chill from AC on his body-warmed skin.

"I couldn't lay in bed anymore." He took a long drag then blew it out, a smirk on his lips. "She's a pretty heavy sleeper, we don't have to whisper."

Taking the spot in beside Eddie, Steve couldn't help but look out the window to watch the sky turn from midnight blue to pinks and oranges with the rising sun. The trees were starting to take shape now and birds were starting to sing out between them. It seemed like they were the only people in Hawkins awake right now; the sacred moment passed between them almost reverently.

"It's been a long time since I woke up early enough to see the sunrise," Steve said, leaning back against the wall. "I didn't realize I had such a great view."

Eddie nodded, "Yeah, better than the trailer park that's for sure."

It was quiet, then you sighed and both of their heads turned to look at you.

"Hey man, listen," Eddie started. "I don't really know what's going to happen after-" he paused, gesturing with his free hand "-last night. And part of me doesn't want to know. I think I like the chaos of it all."

Steve smiled, "Chaos?"

"Yeah! The King of Hawkins High and the Freak dating Miss Magic over there at the same time? Talk about scandalous." A wicked grin crawled across his lips. "I can't even imagine the looks we would get."

It was hard for Steve to imagine, too. Being in a relationship with you while you dated Eddie felt very foreign to Steve; almost too much. Or did he mean they would all be dating each other? As in, he and Eddie would be dating too? His stomach rolled uncomfortably around a few times.

"Is...that what you want?"

Eddie shrugged, "I dunno. Kinda hard to make a decision about that if everyone isn't into it." His eyes were searching Steve's for the answer, some kind of solace in knowing that last night wasn't a total fluke. He felt the connection, but he didn't know what to do with it.

"I'm not...sure either, honestly. I've never done anything like this before."

"Neither have I," Eddie agreed. "But whatever happens between us, just don't hurt her, okay? She's the most amazing, beautiful, pure-hearted person I've ever met. I don't think I could-"

"I wouldn't. Not ever." Steve interrupted resolutely. He glanced over at you, smirking at the way your mouth was slightly open. It was so, incredibly cute. The thought of doing anything to hurt you was not even a reality in his mind so he didn't even entertain it.

"Good," Eddie nodded, tossing his cigarette butt out the window. "I'm not the toughest guy around but I'll kick your ass." Leaning closer, Eddie's eyes flicked to Steve's mouth for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "Even if we are fucking." He winked and patted Steve's bare leg with his hand before standing up and heading toward the bathroom.

Staring after him, he felt his cock twitch under the material of his boxers. Jesus-H-Christ, Steve thought, letting his eyes land on your form underneath the crumpled blanket. His entire reputation, the need to be the "cool guy" and have everything under control was starting to slip out of his grasp. Now that he was thinking about it, having control of any kind was a big ol' joke. The world around him didn't make sense, so why try?

You stirred again and he watched as you stretched, making sweet little moaning sounds.

"Where's Eddie?" You called out hoarsely.

"In the bathroom," Steve stood and joined you back in bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Uhm...good question." A smile was playing on the corners of your mouth. "I think I feel pretty good. I slept like a fucking baby, I know that much."

"Your snores are super cute, by the way." He propped his head up with his hand, "Like...a little bear."

"Oh shut up," you chided, but your tone was playful. "How are you feeling?"

Steve considered for a moment, then his eyes met yours, "I feel okay. A little weird, but okay."

"Bad weird or good weird?"

"Haven't figured that out yet. Most of it is good. You being in my bed - good weird. I didn't ever think-"

"Yeah, me either." You jumped in. "I gotta say I was super impressed though. I was almost convinced you wouldn't be into it."

Your admission surprised him. "And you still went for it?"

"Yeah. Since no one else was doing anything, I had to take the risk." You rolled to face Steve fully.

"Way to call me out," he grumbled.

Shrugging, your fingers absentmindedly rubbed little circles on the sheet. "I had to get your attention somehow. We would have been sitting there all night before you made a move."

"That is not even true. I would have done something…eventually." A full-bellied laugh came out of you and he shook his head, "What? It's true."

"I know, I know. You were just so polite about it."

"I'm not always so polite, you know." His free hand moved under the blanket, searching for a body part, any body part when he found your thigh. His hand wrapped around the meat of it, squeezing gently.

You gasped slightly, allowing him to pull you closer. "Believe me, after last night, I won't question that ever again."

"Now that I know what you're really like, I won't be able to be 'polite' about it anyway." His mouth was inches away from yours now, begging to be kissed.

"Good. Don't." You closed the distance, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He could really get used to this. Waking up to you in his bed, touching and kissing you as much as he wanted. Well, as much as Eddie wanted anyway.

Who, by the way, was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, grinning at the two of them.

"Okay, this is disgustingly cute." He commented.

Steve couldn't help but stare at him and you were turning your head to get a better look; he was lean but had enough muscle definition to be noticeable and his tattoos practically called attention to his chest and arms. Not to mention, the boxers he wore were only slightly better than being naked so all other details were very noticeable to Steve.

You touched his cock and you liked it, so you better start dealing with that now, he thought, swallowing the sudden overabundance of saliva in his mouth.

Eddie had to still himself with his hands gripping both sides of Steve's sink, exhaling shakily. His reflection showed a scared, little coward who ran away when the moment became too much for him. Here he was, hiding in the bathroom, still afraid to make a move when he had the audacity to give Steve shit for not kissing you in the kitchen.

He also couldn't get the image of Steve's hand, without prompting, wrapped around him. Not on accident, either. He was getting hard all over again just thinking about it. Eddie didn't have to wonder what this meant, but he wasn't about to put a label on it just yet. Even if Harrington meant to do it, there's wasn't a sure fire way to know he was going to explore that further; he looked super nervous after Eddie teased him with that comment about them fucking. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if Steve denied it out right.

The weight of all of this sat heavily in his guts and he wondered if you were awake yet. He needed you to be awake right now. The sound of your laughter from the bedroom confirmed this and he took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. There was a comfort that you brought him - no one else on this Earth could do that; seeing you laughing and happy would calm his nerves. Upon opening the door, he was taken aback to see Steve's mouth exploring yours and he couldn't help but smile.

Stevie wasn't so scared now was he?

They were very cute together. If there was even a chance that he could have both, he would do everything he could to make that happen.

His comment brought their attention to Eddie with a mixture of surprise and half-guilt (mostly from Steve). Huffing out a laugh, he moved away from the wall, pulling the covers back and sliding in next to your body, his arms wrapping around your waist. You were so warm, your skin so velvety smooth that Eddie couldn't help running his hands over every part he could find. And incidentally touching Steve's hand in the process, which he didn't move away so maybe that was a good sign.

You immediately turned, cupping Eddie’s face and planting a big kiss on his lips. "Good morning, handsome." You lightly nipped his bottom lip and Eddie groaned.

"You gotta watch out for this one. She's a goddamn tease." He clicked his teeth together in a mock bite and you rolled your eyes.

"Eddie is just as guilty of being a tease, so you have to watch out for him too." You glanced back at Steve. "By the way, did you see the bite mark he left on me?!" Showing him one shoulder, realizing it was the wrong one, then laid on your stomach to show him the other. "See?"

Eddie leaned over, seeing the clear definition of teeth marks in a red-ish, purple hue on your shoulder and his stomach immediately dropped. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry! I guess I didn't realize how hard I bit you, jesus..."

He touched it gently with just the tips of his fingers, feeling the raised skin and subsequent goose bumps that came up from it. Steve placed butterfly kisses on the marks and you giggled. "Poor, sweet baby," he cooed.

They were so close, Eddie and Steve. One push forward and he could kiss him so easily. He was right there, there was no reason not to. Unless Steve absolutely denied him and Eddie wasn't sure he could take that. Right when he was sure his will wouldn't fail him, you yawned and flipped on your back.

"I need coffee, STAT, ASA...P." The last letters of your acronym fell off upon seeing the way Eddie was looking at Steve. But you didn't draw attention to it, thankfully. Harrington blinked and smiled down at you.

"I got you, don't worry." He hopped up, disappearing to the kitchen.

You looked at Eddie like he just lost his puppy dog. "Why didn't you kiss him, Eds?"

Eddie laid on his back, blowing out a breath. "Because I'm scared."

"Why? He wants you to! I could see it all over his face." You placed a hand on his cheek, gently moving his head to look at you.

"It changes everything though, babe." He could feel the sting of tears prickling at the corners of his eyes so he sniffed and blinked quickly. Nothing got past you, though. Sitting up, you leaned over, kissing the outer corner of his eyes and Eddie's eyelids fluttered closed, feeling everything from the last few days welling up in his chest.

"Baby, it only changes how you feel about yourself. Nothing has changed between us as far as I'm concerned and Steve is right there with you, believe it or not."

He sniffled again, "How do you know?"

You chuckled, "If only you could see the way he looks at you sometimes. It's a good thing I'm not the jealous type." You teased, moving your hair behind your ear.

Eddie tried to smile but it faltered. "You're...really okay with it?"

"Of course I am. Unless that means you're leaving me for Steve and and in that case, ain't no one gonna touch my man, so he can go to hell." This made Eddie laugh out loud. "I cannot and will not get in the way of your happiness, Eddie Munson. This isn't about me or Steve. It's about you and what you want. So, what do you want?"

Eddie could hear Steve moving around in the kitchen and he decided he was going to do something about this, once and for all. Without a word, he gave you a quick peck and practically leapt out of the bed. By the time he got to the entrance of the kitchen, though, his momentum had slowed quite a bit. What the fuck was he doing? He had zero ideas about how to bring it up, especially because feelings were involved. Plus he and Steve were in their underwear, for crying out loud. If things were going the way Eddie hoped they would, that part wouldn't matter.

Steve was humming to himself, pulling a mug out of the cabinet when he turned around. God, he looked good; shirtless with a dish towel hanging on his shoulder, hair slightly disheveled. It took Steve calling Eddie's name a couple times before Eddie responded.

"What?" Eddie asked, swallowing.

"Did she need something?" He asked again.

"Nope. She's good, just uh..." He searched for a good excuse to be in the kitchen, but when none could be found he sighed, "Ah, fuck it."

Eddie crossed the floor in three steps, grabbed Steve by the face, and pressed his mouth to him in a clash of teeth and tongues. For a heart-wrenching second, Eddie thought Steve was pulling away. Instead, he was setting the mug down so he could wrap his arms around Eddie's waist, pulling him closer.

He’d been picturing so many different scenarios with Steve, kissing him was a new one. It was different than anything he experienced but it was actually really fucking great. His lips were soft, yet firm and pliant against Eddie's as he deepened the kiss further. He smelled like sex and coffee and it just about brought Eddie to tears.

“Thank you,” Steve breathed out when they finally pulled away for air.

“For what?”

“For not being a chicken and doing what I was too afraid to.” He smiled. "I've been thinking about that since last night."

Eddie smirked, "I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, honestly. All of this is-"

Steve nodded, "Yeah, I know."

"Is this what's taking so long for coffee? How in the hell are we ever going to get things done with you two making out all the time?"

Eddie and Steve turned their heads. You were leaning against the fridge in your underwear and Eddie's shirt, a wide, shit-eating grin on your face.

The days following "That Night" were a little disorienting to the three of them. Steve, for one, felt like the real world was an annoyance now; all he wanted to do was hang around you and Eddie. Even Robin could tell something was up.

"So are you on your period too or are you just avoiding talking to me specifically?" She asked over a basket of late-night fries. "You've hardly said a word since we left work."

He rolled his eyes, "If I was, would I be here? With you specifically?”

"Fair," she bit down on a fry, "but you have been acting weird today."

"I think I'm just...uh-" he considered telling her about the circus of feelings and images that played over and over in his head, but he decided against it. "-just tired I guess."

Robin stared at Steve. Then her eyes narrowed. "What happened at movie night?"

"What? What do you mean?" The basket of fries was suddenly very interesting to him.

Robin pulled them away before Steve could grab one. "You may have everyone else fooled, but I know you, Steve Harrington. Something is up. Did you kiss her?" She gasped. "Did you and Eddie fight?"

"No, we did not fight." He sighed. "I did...kiss her though."

Pushing the basket off to the side, Robin leaned in closer and clasped her hands together. "Tell me everything and don't skimp on the details."

"It's not what you think it is. It's actually so far out of left field that you will be in shock and awe, Robin. Shock and awe."

"Dear God, just spill it already!" She half-yelled.

Steve swallowed, trying to figure out how to start. All the different words and phrases didn't seem good enough to explain everything and there was no sense in beating around the bush when you were probably going to tell her at some point. "Basically we all...slept together."

Robin blinked at him. "Say what now?"

"I said…we all-"

"No, no, I heard what you said but it's not quite computing. You and y/n and...Eddie...had sex? At the same time? Like...together?"

"Yes, that's what a threesome is." He lowered his voice, shifting in the booth uncomfortably.

A snort of laughter escaped Robin, her eyes wide. "What? I mean...what? You said left field, I was expecting something like...you kissed her and now you guys are having a secret affair but this? This is like outer space! Like...a star being born or-"

"Okay, I get it. I'm just as surprised as you are, believe me."

She paused for a second. "So, wait. Did you and Eddie, ya know...?"

"No," Steve answered. It wasn't a lie. Robin didn’t need to know the nitty-gritty, helping-Eddie-come-part. "But he definitely kissed me in the kitchen the next morning."

"OH. Well. That's...something. How did that make you feel?" Robin was looking uneasy, but he didn't think it was about the kiss necessarily. Steve figured she was afraid he didn't want Eddie to kiss him.

"I think I'm bi, Robin."

His split-second decision to confess was met with silence, but then she smiled bigger than he'd ever seen and moved to his side of the booth to hug him so tight he couldn't breathe. In that moment, he was so grateful to have Robin as a friend, knowing he could tell her anything without fear of judgment. It made the wriggling insecurity in his chest die down a little more.

"Okay, can't breathe here." Pulling back, he saw tears glistening in her eyes. "What?"

"I'm just...so glad I'm not the only gay person in our group anymore, geez," she laughed, nudging him with her shoulder. "But honestly, I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks," He smirked. "It feels weird. I don't know what to do with it."

"You've already done something about it. The real question is: how is this going to play out? Are you going to be dating her and Eddie or just her and Eddie's a fun, little side piece?" He scoffed and Robin chuckled, "I'm just trying to help you, that's all."

Steve shrugged, resting his head against his hand. "We haven't really talked about it."

"Well, what do you want?"

He moved his head to look at her, "Good question."

This is stupid. This is stupid, stupid, idiotic, stupid.

This was the rotating monologue in Eddie's head as he sat in front of Steve's house. In his van. At 10 o'clock at night. Talk about being a stalker. He showed up at Steve's house with the intent to talk, but he couldn't seem to open the goddamn door. He should have waited until you were with him, but his impatience was giving him heartburn.

It was girl's night and while you insisted on being there when everyone talked, Eddie had bigger fish to fry.

He needed to know if Harrington was for real or not.

The only excuse he had for finally getting out of the van was running out of cigarettes. No weed either. He'd smoked a joint before coming but the high wasn't kicking in like he wanted.

He kissed him and Steve reciprocated. Not just reciprocated, but aggressively dove in with arms wrapped around his waist and a tongue down Eddie's throat. He kept trying to play the moment over in his head, hoping to find a sliver of Harrington hesitating or trying to pull away too quickly. Maybe catching Steve with a little bit of insecurity would make him feel better.

His uncle's favorite metaphor was always, "Quit trying to sink your own damn ship."

Eddie never really knew what that meant until now. He was wishing, hoping, that Harrington wasn't serious and he wouldn't have to deal with this ugly, dark fear nestled in the bottom of his stomach.

He was a queer. Or at least partly anyway. There was no denying he loved you, mind, body (dear god, that body), and soul. And he knew that there were feelings for Harrington but this was an entirely new class of emotions he wasn't sure he could handle; there wasn't a hardback DM manual for this predicament. The news that Eddie "The Freak" Munson was even more of a freak by being into dudes would not be easy. Fuck all if he cared what anyone thought of him, but he was already on people's shit lists and this town didn't take kindly to those that swung the other way.

By the time he reached Steve's door, he'd already turned and gone back to his van twice, the last time almost getting back inside. Finally, he took a deep breath, nodded to himself, and went directly to the door. Before he actually got a chance to knock, though, it swung open.

Steve, in all his mousse-y glory, answered the door with a big grin plastered on his face.

"Did you know I was coming or-" Eddie frowned.

"I saw as soon as you parked. Thought you were going to knock sooner and at one point I was going to invite you in, but I liked seeing the little pep talk you gave yourself out there." The grin opened into a laugh and Eddie sneered at him.

"Shut up, man."

Harrington stepped aside and Eddie walked in, suddenly very aware of his teeth. And his hands.

"Is it just you?" Steve asked, walking to the kitchen.

Eddie followed behind, slowly. "Robin demanded a girl's night or whatever."

"That makes sense, considering I told Robin about the other night." He went to open the fridge, but Eddie stopped him, his hand holding the door.

"You told Robin? What the hell for?"

Steve shrugged, not picking up the hint. "I didn't see why not. I mean, she does hang out with us all the time and y/n was probably going to tell her anyway."

Eddie sighed, closing his eyes for a second. "What did Robin say?"

"What do you mean? She was cool with it." He chuckled. "She said she was glad she wasn't the only gay person in the group anymore."

Opening his eyes, he wet his lips slowly. "So, you told her about the-" Eddie made an awkward, stroking gesture with his hand. "-and the kiss?"

"Yeah. But...hold on." Steve stepped back, frowning. "Is there something wrong with me telling her?"

The other shook his head almost too enthusiastically, "No. I just thought we were going to talk about things before we started telling the whole world."

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, "Okay, well, 1) Robin isn't the whole world. She's my best friend; I thought she needed to know and 2) what happened to you not caring what people thought about you? Suddenly you're worried if people know you're bi?"

"I dunno, Harrington, do you feel excited about being called a fairy everywhere you go?" His tone was sarcastic, but his glassy eyes showed panic.

The air in the kitchen was very, very thick. Steve stared at Eddie, frozen in his spot. Eddie couldn't seem to look at Steve, as much as he actually wanted to.

"Is that what you're worried about?" Steve took a step closer to Eddie who didn't move. "We aren't the first gay guys in Hawkins, Eds. Not even by a long shot."

Eds. It rolled off his tongue so smoothly like he'd been saying it for ages. The sound of your nickname coming out of his mouth was enough to meet Steve's gaze.

"I know," Eddie sighed. "It's just...I'm already super hated around here and I don't need to give them any more of a reason to-"

Harrington interrupted with a scoff. "If you think you're the only person that has things to lose, then you're wrong. Not only is the "King of Hawkins High" potentially in a polyamorous relationship, but I'm also bisexual on top of it. Bye-bye open invitation to the Harrington House, ya know?"

Eddie suddenly felt very ashamed for being so scared. He didn't even think of Steve having to deal with the blows to his reputation. Forget how good of a guy he was, being even a little gay meant he was a perv, and that glimmering picture of heroism would be torn to shreds.

"Dude, I'm - shit - I didn't even-"

"It's okay," Steve smirked. "I think you and I have been in the same boat for a few days."

Eddie nodded, "Yeah, I think so too." Steve was standing really close to him now, but he wasn't sure if it was an invitation to kiss him or if he was trying to be comforting. Either way, Eddie couldn't stop staring at his lips.

"Did you wanna hang out for a little bit, have a beer or something?" Steve's fingers absentmindedly played with a button on Eddie's jacket.

"Or something." Eddie's lips curled into a smirk and Steve kissed over it, placing both hands on Eddie's hips.

That "something" was a heavy make out session against the fridge, followed by Steve roughly pulling Eddie into his bedroom. Maybe the high finally hit or the pure adrenaline flooding his nervous system kicked into overdrive, but it was sending him to another level. Every kiss, every nip to his neck and collarbone felt like electricity moving through his veins. This was such a different feeling than being with you. It was a craving, an addiction he had to satisfy as often as he could. With Steve, however, it was more animalistic. The need to be in and around him as much as possible was overwhelming.

He'd never done anything like this before, though. But lucky for him, Steve hadn't either. So when Steve was rapidly trying to disrobe him, Eddie could feel the nerves taking over his horniness.

"Uh, Steve?"

Harrington was too busy attaching his lips to Eddie's neck while simultaneously unzipping his jeans.

"Steve, hold on." His fingers were inching to the waistband of his underwear, making Eddie's breath hitch.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I haven't ever-" He breathed out. "Have you?"

"Definitely not." The brunette rasped with a laugh.

"Let's start with some second base stuff and see where we go from there, okay?"

Steve, keeping his eyes on Eddie, moved his hand further into the other's boxers, sliding a whole handful of his aching cock through his fist. "Like this?"

Eddie gasped out, clutching the back of Steve's shirt. "Mmhmm, yeah, that's a good start."

It was embarrassing how close to the edge Eddie already was. Harrington was guiding them down until Eddie was sitting and Steve on his knees in front of him. Letting go of him for a moment, Steve pulled the waistband of his jeans and boxers down at the same time until they were pooled around his shoes. The absolute carnal look in Steve's eyes as he took Eddie's freed dick in his hands was just fucking rude as hell.

"Shit," Eddie moaned, his eyes snapping shut.

"Don't you want to watch?" Steve asked in a deeper voice that he'd never used before. Eddie's eyes opened right as Harrington was taking him into his mouth.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" It was almost too much for Eddie to take. He had no idea how he was going to be able to handle having two partners that were good at giving head. A sudden, sharp sting of teeth on the underside of Eddie's cock made him hiss and Steve pulled off quickly.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

Eddie shook his head, "Just a little too much with the teeth. Otherwise, it feels really good." His fingers caressed Steve's chin and throat. "Don't stop."

Eagerly, Steve started again, holding his cock still as Steve went back to his ministrations. It wasn't long before he was starting to take Eddie deeper; the fingers on Steve's chin gripped harder, keeping his jaw wider to allow for harder thrusts down his throat. Steve's eyes were watering, but he kept going.

"Oh my fucking god, your mouth feels so fucking good, jesus christ." Eddie huffed out loudly.

He wished you could be there to see how good Steve was doing, taking his cock so well, just like you. The thought of you being on your knees right beside Steve, sharing him between your pretty mouths made Eddie come so hard, he thought he blacked out for a second. The sound of soft gagging brought Eddie back to life. He was met with a slobbering, wet-eyed Steve Harrington right as he was swallowing his load down and pulling off of Eddie's cock with a cute little 'pop'.

"H-holy shit." Eddie stammered. "That was-"

"Youre-' Steve licked his hips and exhaled, "-you're welcome."

Eddie shivered, letting the after shocks settle into him. After a second, he leaned down capturing Steve's lips with his own. He tasted beer and remnants of his own cum with his tongue, making his cock twitch against his thigh.

"Now your turn," he sighed.

Steve wasn't about to argue. And after the look Munson gave while he was coming down his throat, he was ready for that boy to do anything he wanted to him. The whole experience was something Steve never thought he would find himself in. But now, as he wiped his face of spit and pre-come, the brunette knew he wanted to make Eddie come like that over and over again.

But he was also so hard that he might bust through his pants and Steve needed relief.

Eddie awkwardly stepped out of his sneakers and pants, leaving Steve on his knees as he stood over him, naked and half-hard again.

"What do you want right now? Don't even think, say it right now."

"I want you to fuck me," Steve replied, his voice low and hushed. The idea terrified the shit out of him, if he was honest. Normally, he would be the one taking control and for the most part, that's what felt most natural. In this case, he needed to feel Eddie take that control away from him. He wanted this beautiful, slightly grumpy weirdo to change his life forever.

Eddie crooked a finger, signaling for the other to stand up. "You're wearing too many clothes for that." His skilled, ringed fingers seemed to disrobe Steve and lay him down in a matter of seconds, leaving him breathless.

"I'll go slow," Eddie promised. He pressed his index finger to Harrington's lips and Steve took it in, sucking and tonguing the pad of the digit. "You look really pretty like that."

Surges of lust coursed through the brunette's body faster than lightning. No wonder you were so crazy about Eddie; he was so fucking sexy, Steve could barely contain himself. Once the other was satisfied with the amount of wetness on his finger, he moved his hand to the underside of Steve's cock, landing first on his perineum.

A gasp flew out of his mouth, inhaling deeply.

"Just breathe, baby. Breathe." Eddie's voice was soothing. "Just relax your body against me."

Steve exhaled, trying to force his body to uncoil. "You-you said you've never done this before."

The curly hair shook with a chuckle, "I've fingered a virgin or two, it's the same, really. But I won't be able to fuck you if you don't relax. Really relax."

As Eddie rubbed that same spot, moving closer and closer to his goal, Steve concentrated on Eddie's voice and the way it guided him. Just his voice alone was making him leak all over his stomach incessantly.

"That's it, big boy, that's it."

His finger brushed against his asshole and he inhaled sharply, but his counterpart was shushing him gently. "It's okay. Take a deep breath for me and on the exhale I'll go deeper. If you need me to stop, just let me know." The look in his big doe eyes reassured the other immensely.

Before tonight, Steve would have never imagined Eddie to be so gentle. Or so understanding, for that matter.

Steve nodded, filling his lungs up with air. As he let it out, the pressure of Eddie's finger pushing into him almost caused the other to panic until he managed to get in far enough that it didn't hurt anymore. Not as much, anyway.

Eddie grinned wickedly. "Does that feel better?"

All Steve could do was nod, pressing his lips together. His eyelids fluttered closed for a moment.

"You're so tight, though. Not sure how I'm gonna get my cock in that little asshole."

Moaning at the lewd statement, the brunette's eyes opened and reached for his cock, but Eddie swatted his hand away. "I got you, don't worry." Wrapping his hand around the wet shaft, he pumped slowly. At the same time, Eddie worked his ass open turning Steve into a shaking, whimpering mess.

"Ah fuck, keep doing that, please," Steve begged.

"You like this, Harrington?" The hot breath of his words fanned over the other's lips. "Me playing with your pretty ass while I jerk you off?"

Steve cried out, "God, yes, yes!"

Eddie's eyes were boring into his, making Steve completely speechless. "Ready for another finger, pretty?"

Before he chickened out, Steve nodded. Eddie stopped his movements, making the other whine to keep going.

"How do you ask?"

You were right, he was an awful tease. But Steve would have given him all the money in his grandmother's bank account if Eddie asked him to. Harrington was wrapped around his finger, literally, and that's where he wanted to stay. If Eddie wanted a "please", Steve would give it to him as many times as he wanted.

"Please," Steve begged, biting down on his slightly swollen bottom lip.

"Only because you asked so nicely." A wink and Eddie's middle finger joined the index, spreading him apart and pushing inside again and again. Steve's back arched, letting filthy, mewling moans fall out of his mouth. If there was this much pain and pleasure with just Eddie's fingers, he couldn't even imagine his cock.

"'M so close, Eds."

"So soon? You don't want to wait for this cock?" Eddie almost sounded disappointed and considering his own rock-hard cock rutting up against Steve's body, he was aching for it.

"I can't...I can't, it feels too good." Harrington convulsed as the hand around his cock twisted just right. "Fuck."

Leaning down, Munson kissed him deeply. "If that's what my pretty boy needs, then that's what he gets."

My pretty boy. Oh if he could have recorded just that little blip in time, he would listen to it every single day. It felt as though this magical creature was claiming his entire being and Steve was going to let him, completely. He didn't care about any of the fears and worries, or what anyone else would think.

You and Eddie not being in his life was not an option anymore.

Moans and praises permeated the room while Eddie brought Steve to his climax, his hips lifting off the bed as he shot ropes of come over Eddie's knuckles and his own chest.

"Good, pretty boy, that was beautiful." Eddie cooed, keeping his hands still as Steve came back down to earth.

"Fuck me," Steve exhaled.

"Next time, baby," Eddie smirked, pressing his lips to the outer shell of Steve's ear. He slowly removed his fingers, making Steve hiss a little.

"I like when you call me that."

"So does y/n. I'm gonna have to get name tags for you guys." Eddie joked. Rolling off of the bed, he haphazardly stood up, trying to make sure he didn't get jizz on anything else. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned his hand off before throwing it to Harrington.

"Speaking of-" Steve started wiping his chest, "-are we gonna tell y/n about this?"

"Of course we are," Eddie said indignantly. "I promise, she'll want to know," He laid back down, next to Steve. "She won't be mad. I mean, I don't think so."

Sitting up on his elbows, Steve frowned deeply at Eddie. "You don't think so?" Well shit, if there was a possibility you were going to get upset, he wasn't sure what he was going to do.

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow. She wants us to all have dinner together." Eddie shrugged, placing fluttery kisses on Steve's shoulder. "It'll be fine."

"Famous last words," Steve muttered, throwing the soiled towel on the floor.

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Wild Parts - Part 2

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Steve dated before Eddie asked you out and Eddie couldn't help but feel like there was potential for some fun on the horizon. Shenanigans ensue.

Rating: Mature to definitely explicit, look away children. But also some heart-warming fluff and some angst.

Word Count: 6.6K

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The car ride to the movie store was tense, to say the least. Eddie figured they could keep the same plans for the evening and see what happened. He could tell Steve was nervous so trying to jump into anything immediately was probably not a good strategy. Hell, Eddie was fucking nervous and it was mostly his idea. You, however, seemed entirely unfazed.

The confidence came off of you in waves and he wondered what it would be like to feel that all the time. The ever-present smirk placed beautifully on your pretty pink lips, the slant of your eyes to Steve in the driver’s seat, then at Eddie, who volunteered to sit in the back seat, comforted him on a weird level; you were loving this and no one could blame you.

If anyone was going to guide them through this, it was you.

And of course, Eddie had to pick a scary movie. You didn't mind so much but Steve wasn't a huge horror movie fan.

"Didn't we watch a horror movie last week?" He asked, a slight whine in his voice.

"No, it was a comedy and it's my turn anyway," Eddie argued, flashing the ominous cover of The Exorcist in Steve's face. "Besides, don't you want something that almost exclusively asks for being close? I dunno about you, but she jumps in laps when she gets scared." He winked and turned down an aisle to find you.

The group decided on Steve's house since your Mom was going to be off and Eddie didn't feel like cleaning up. This also meant more privacy which did not go unnoticed. Thankfully, the trip to the movie store seemed to loosen everyone up. They were talking and laughing again, mostly complaining about Eddie's movie choice. It didn't matter to him; tonight wasn't about the movie anyway.

He would be surprised if they made it halfway through.

Had this been a regular date, Steve would know exactly what was going to happen next. Scary movie, dark room, hot girl, heavy make out session and finish off with really hot couch sex. In this instance, however, he had no fucking clue. This wasn't a typical situation by any means and trying to be nonchalant was not helping things. Steve wasn't an angel or anything; he'd had a lot of thoughts about being with two women before but with another dude? The implications of what that meant were too much for him at the moment; he was white knuckling this whole thing already.

Eddie announced he was going to smoke before starting the movie and Steve was overly grateful. He hadn't gotten a chance to talk to you alone and needed to get a feel for how you were handling everything.

You were standing in the kitchen, sipping a beer and looking so unbelievably cute. He couldn't help hyper-focusing on your lips wrapped around the head of the bottle and how slender your neck looked as you took a drink. Steve ached to touch every inch of skin, to smell your hair and be as close to you as possible. Instead, he grabbed a beer of his own and cracked it open, standing next to you against his counter.

"So," he said, smirking down at you. "How's it going?"

"It's going. Feeling a little jittery tonight, though."

"Jittery? Why?" He knew why. Everyone knew why.

"I dunno." You looked up at him coyly. "I haven't actually seen The Exorcist and I'm nervous about it. Don't you dare tell Eddie."

Steve laughed out loud, "What? How has Eddie not made you watch it yet?"

You giggled, a hint of red creeping up on your cheeks, "When me and Eddie hang out, there's not a lot of movie watching if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I guess being in the early stages of your relationship has a tendency to...be distracting." A blip of the first time he kissed you flashed in his mind's eye. "But uh...you don't really seem like a nervous kind of person."

"I can be, I guess. But I think I'm more curious than nervous most of the time, so I tend to hide it better. Does that make sense?"

This was code, it had to be. Obviously you weren't nervous about the movie; you could quote every line from most of the scary movies on the shelves, Steve knew that much.

He nodded. "Yeah, it does. When was the last time you got more nervous than curious then?"

You didn’t answer right away but when you did, you looked at him directly and said, “That last date we went on."

Steve frowned. "You were?"

"Very. I think I psyched myself out because I knew you wanted to have sex and I wanted to, but I kept thinking I would be a huge disappointment and you wouldn't want to see me anymore."

"What?" He turned slightly. "I didn't know you felt that way. I wish you would've said something."

"I know. And I should've. But I figured that I could tell you I wasn't looking for a boyfriend and we could move on." You smiled sheepishly. "Then Eddie asked me out and I felt so bad for-"

"You shouldn't feel bad for that," Steve interrupted.

"Why not?" You asked, taking a sip of your beer.

"Because you weren't obligated to me in any way. We weren't getting married or anything, right? You did what you thought you needed to do and now we're...here." He gestured to his kitchen.

"You don't have to be so nice about it. I totally get if you've been irritated at me." You smirked cheekily. "I won't cry or anything."

"I honestly don't know if I could ever be irritated at you." He could feel his cheeks getting tingly and warm. The way you were looking at him right now was downright sinful.

You giggled. "Just wait. I'm sure it'll happen someday."

"I doubt it."

The urge to kiss you was so strong and maybe you felt the same because the earth seemed to be pulling you closer to him and right when he thought it was going to happen, the back door came open, Eddie humming to himself. Steve instinctually pulled away, taking a quick sip of his beer, but from his peripheral, he could see you staring at him still.

"We ready to get this party started, lady and gent?" Eddie called gleefully, grabbing the movie off the counter. "I think this might be my 4th time watching this movie."

"How I am not surprised?" You sighed, grabbing it out of his hands and heading towards the living room.

Waiting until you were fully out of earshot, Eddie looked at Steve, then shook his head. "You should've kissed her, man." He shrugged and followed after you.

Steve's stomach did an entire flip. What the hell was he so goddamn afraid of?

Seeing Harrington a few inches from kissing his girl was a little surreal. Maybe the feelings surging through him were the surreal parts; excitement, nervousness, absolute fucking raw desire, and everything in between. He was disappointed when the almost kiss was abruptly ended (had he been paying attention, he would have waited a few seconds to come through the door) and Eddie could tell it bothered you too.

What was Steve's hold-up? Eddie basically gave him keys to the kingdom and it seemed like he was afraid to use them. Maybe this was too much for Harrington and he overestimated how much he liked you. Or at the very least how much he wanted to fuck you. But Eddie knew it was more than that for Steve and even with that insider knowledge, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of guilt for pushing it so hard.

All he could do was see where this was going to go.

You already popped the tape in the VHS player and had it paused by the time Eddie and Steve joined you in the living room. The sun was almost completely set, the long shadows from outside disappearing from the carpet and linoleum floor of the dining room. You managed to plant yourself right in the middle of the couch, a smile playing on your lips. The glow of a lamp caught the glitter of your eyeshadow and cheeks, giving an otherness to your presence.

"Wow, don't you look so pretty?" Eddie mused, sitting down on your right side and kissing your cheek. "You could have started without us."

"Eh, that's no fun." You shrugged, winking. Whatever weird, couple telepathy you guys were sharing right now was phenomenal. Eddie saw the same desire written all over your face and it filled his entire being with a fire he didn't even know existed.

Hot enough to burn down the whole goddamn house.

Steve plopped down on your left side, trying to catch your eyes. You gave him a small, terse smile then leaned back into Eddie’s outstretched arm and pressed play. Steve clicked the lamp off with a long exhale, shrouding the three of you in darkness.

The movie, though one of Eddie's favorites, was not holding his attention very well. Every movement, sigh or stretch, made him tense up. It was starting to get exhausting. Eddie didn't want to rush anything though; he was going to look to you for that. He knew you would set the pace and he was fine with however fast, or slow, you wanted to go.

Then, suddenly enough to make both Steve and Eddie jump, you scoffed loudly before looking at Steve. "Why didn't you kiss me in the kitchen? You wanted to, I know you did. We were practically there and you got scared. Why?"

Steve was stunned for a whole second and Eddie, though amused, kept his mouth shut. Maybe you decided to take a page out of Eddie's book; mess around and see what happens.

"Uh, well-" Steve stammered. "I'm not used to kissing other dude's girlfriends while they're in the room?" He shrugged. "Give me a break, I got freaked out."

"But I'm sure he's told you in some form or fashion that I'm into you and I know you're into me, so I guess I'm confused."

"Yeah well... join the club! I didn’t know if Eddie-“

Eddie help his hands up in a mock surrender. “Hey, man, don't blame this on me. I wasn't gonna stop you."

You rounded on Steve again, "See? And not to toot my own horn here or anything but the fact that you haven't completely tackled me yet is incredibly concerning and-"

Before you had a chance to finish, Harrington sat up, grabbed your face, and kissed you with the passion of a starving man getting his first taste of food.

Eddie wanted to applaud, he was so proud of that boy.

By the time you came up for air, the energy in the entire house was different. Steve's eyes were darker and you were panting a little, keeping yourself still in Steve's hands.

"There." Steve breathed. "Is that better?"

"Mmhmm," was all you could manage and Eddie couldn't help himself any longer.

He leaned forward and pulled your face from Steve's grip, colliding your mouth with his deeply. He kept one hand on the back of your head and the other lightly gripping your chin, exposing your neck to the other. It didn't take long for Harrington to get the hint because he was attaching his lips to your neck, pulling out the first real moan from you against Eddie's mouth.

"So, what do you think Goblin Queen? Think you'll be able to handle both of us?" The fingers holding your chin tightened ever so slightly and you gasped softly.

"Will you be able to handle me?" You moaned back, a wicked smile spreading across your lips.

This made Eddie instantly hard. You were submissive to a point but you would snark back on occasion and it turned Eddie on like a firecracker. Steve's hand was moving further up your thigh, ghosting the edges of the skirt and onward only to discover there was no material covering your pussy and his fingers stilled. Lifting up his head, he looked at you with a ferocious curiosity.

"I didn't see the point," You murmured, turning your head as much as Eddie would allow. "I haven't had them on since Eddie came over this afternoon."

He swallowed hard, "Can I touch you?" The question was directed at you, but Eddie knew Steve was asking him too.

Asking for consent warmed the cockles of Eddie's heart and he chuckled. "I'll give you a choice. You can either be the first to touch her pussy or you can be the first to get a blow job. Up to you."

"But either way, I’m really wanting someone to touch me." The deep, dark pools of your eyes showed a feral-ness Eddie hadn't seen before, and goddamn if he wasn't all for it.

The sheer bewilderment on Steve's face was beautiful though; it reminded Eddie of the first night they met. And like that night, he very much wanted to see what Harrington would do.

"Uhm," Steve's mouth was suddenly very dry. He was a breath away from asking to have your mouth on him, because holy god that would be a dream come true, but something about touching you there first just turned him on even more. Steve kissed you again, reveling in how good you tasted, and without saying anything, moved his fingers to your center, spreading your lower lips with his fingers and rubbing your clit.

You must have been so sensitive because the moan that came out of you was pornographic. "God, you are so wet." Steve sighed, feeling your slick coating his fingers already.

"Atta boy," Eddie commented, beaming with pride.

Steve couldn't help but notice the hard bulge in Eddie's jeans as he palmed it with his free hand and for some reason, it made his own cock that much harder. Maybe it was knowing Eddie heartily approved of the situation or because you were grinding your hips against his fingers, but whatever it was, it blew apart any hindrance he'd been feeling earlier.

Steve knew what he was doing and he was going to show you.

Leaving his place on the couch, he moved to his knees, lifting your skirt up to your waist. Ever since he saw Eddie's head buried between your legs that afternoon, he wanted to taste you, to get his tongue inside you and make you come like he did; call it an apology climax. You scooched yourself to a better position for Steve to get to you and Eddie let go of your chin to undo his belt and the top button of his jeans in one fell swoop. Before he got a chance to see what Munson was doing, Steve spread you apart and teasingly started licking your clit.

And fuck, you tasted so good.

"Oh shit," you hissed, bucking your hips erratically at the sensation.

"Just so you know, Harrington, she didn't come before so she's wired up pretty tight right now."

Steve gave a long lick against your clit and you whimpered again. "Poor girl, you’ve been aching for so long huh?” Steve hummed and he couldn’t help but smirk at your whimpering response.

His eyes flicked up and he saw why all you could do was moan. From his vantage point, a half-naked Eddie was holding the back of your head while his other hand stabilized the shaft of his cock (which was way bigger than he gave Eddie credit for), you slowly taking him in your mouth. His head was tossed back, eyes closed as if in prayer, biting his bottom lip. You took him in so easily, so obediently. Steve could tell Eddie had to control not completely bottoming out and potentially choking you. He knew this because he could hardly wait to see his own cock disappear down your throat, but he wasn’t sure he could stop himself like Eddie did.

"God, baby, that feels so fucking good, fuck." Eddie cursed.

The scene was so personal, he felt a little intrusive to be watching it like he was, but then Eddie locked eyes with him and a wave of lust hit his lower belly; his cock was so hard he thought he might explode. He couldn't help the involuntary moan that escaped him, causing a chain reaction of you moaning around Eddie and Eddie let out a half moan, half chuckle.

Okay, the sound of Eddie moaning was doing something to him, too. What the fuck did that even mean?

Focusing his mind, Steve attached to your clit with more ferocity, desperately tonguing the hard nub until you were squirming and moaning so much, that you could barely keep Eddie's dick in your mouth.

Eddie didn't seem to mind. In fact, he used the opportunity to lift your sweater over your head and deftly free your boobs from the cute, lace bra you wore. Steve didn't know what to expect but he wasn't expecting perfection. Round and perky with the best nipple to boob ratio he'd seen in a long time. Eddie's mouth was expertly licking and sucking on one and massaging the other as little sharp gasps burst out of you.

"If you put your fingers inside her and curl, she will come so fast. And, be warned." He gave a quick, teasing lick to the hardened nipple. "She makes a mess." His eyebrows went up and down playfully.

This immediately intrigued Steve. He'd never been with a girl that could squirt but he absolutely needed to see it for himself. Keeping his mouth on your center, he easily slid two fingers into you slowly. The sound you made was divine. There was no way Steve was going to be able to forget that; he could hear it every day and not get tired. You were so warm and tight, practically dripping down his hand already. As soon as Steve started moving his hand a little faster, you were gripping onto Eddie with one hand and searching for something of Steve with the other, finding the hand around your thigh and squeezing.

"That's it, you can go a little faster," Eddie coached.

Steve went faster.

Your moans were getting louder, more intense. And it was driving Steve up the fucking wall. He'd only ever imagined what you sounded like but this was better than anything he could ever dream.

"Is he making you feel good, baby? Does he make our little pillow princess want to come so hard?"

"Yes, yes, it feels so fucking good," you whined.

He couldn't take it anymore. Hearing Eddie's voice mixed with your cries was far too hot to not witness for himself. Letting go of your clit, Steve looked up, and fuck, was he so glad he did. Eddie was perched over you, your head resting against his arm and his free hand stroking the red, leaking tip of his cock. You were a sight too; face tinged red and mouth slightly open, half-lidded eyes focused on Steve.

"I'm not going to make it if you keep looking at me like that," He teased and you smiled, biting down on your bottom lip.

So fucking pretty.

"Come on, Harrington, show this pretty girl how you can rock her world." Eddie was trying to sound cool, but his deep voice was wavering and breathless, the edge of a moan on his tongue.

Steve obeyed wordlessly, moving his hand faster, making you and the wet squelch of his fingers louder. You were so close; he could feel your walls fluttering around him.

"C-curl your fingers," you instructed, giving him a visual with your own hand.

Doing as you asked, he curled them inside you and your reaction was instantaneous. It took Eddie holding down your hips to keep you from flying off the couch. Your back arched and the most unholy of moans echoed through the house.

"That'a girl, just like that." Steve praised. He wasn't the most vocal of lovers but something about seeing you wide open just brought it out of him. And you were eating up every word.

"Oh god, I'm gonna come, don't s-fuck-don't stop." You warned, licking your bite-swollen lips.

"Come for us, sweet girl. Be good and show Steve how hard he can make you squirt." Eddie cooed. His fingers snaked down to your clit and started rubbing in quick, little circles, making your entire body shake.

He felt you clench down hard as Steve continued fingering you, hot liquid gushing out onto the floor and Steve's jeans with every pull of his hand. A steady stream of cuss words and half-screams were pouring out of your mouth and shit, if Steve was not already in love with you, he absolutely was now.

"Good girl, that’s a good girl. That was fucking hot babe." Eddie kissed you softly, his hand on your belly holding your convulsing body in place. Steve lifted off his knees and stood, watching your beautiful body move with each heaving breath and tremble.

He did that to you. Steve Harrington made you come like a fucking geyser.

"Come 'ere," you said between breaths, motioning for his hand. Steve reached the wet digits out and you pulled until his fingers slid in your velvety, perfect mouth. He couldn't help his jaw dropping as you sucked off your own juices, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"See, Harrington?" Eddie sighed. "Total freak."

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would be here. There had been fantasies, sure. Nothing substantial enough to actually attempt anything; not until Eddie jumped on board with such frenzied enthusiasm. It was true what you told Steve, you were eternally curious. Being presented with a situation that other girls would swim through an ocean of thumb tacks to get to was not beyond you and it certainly wasn't something you were going to turn down.

So when Steve was standing above you, hard as a rock and wet from your come, you couldn't help yourself. The moment his fingers slipped past your lips, you knew he was yours. For the night, forever, who knew. But he was not going to let you go after this. Or Eddie, for that matter. You noticed how often Steve and Eddie would make eyes at each other especially when things were getting more intense. It didn't bother you at all. If nothing else, it excited the shit out of you because it meant that this thing, whatever it was, had the potential to keep going.

And you were going to make sure of it.

"I think Steve wants your mouth in other places, baby." Eddie's voice was in your ear and you smirked up at Steve as the last tips of his fingers left your mouth.

You sat up, legs still shaking up and neck craned to get a better look at him. "Is that what you want?"

Something changed in Steve and it wasn't anywhere close to the nervous boy standing in the kitchen earlier. No, this Steve was sure of himself now and it rolled off of him in steamy waves. The wet fingers were placed delicately under your chin and he bent closer, his lips playing mere millimeters away from yours.

"I've been thinking about your lips around my cock for months now. So, yes, that is what I want." The tone was soft but demanding in a way that flooded your core with hot desire.

It was in Eddie, too, you could feel it. His breathing was heavier and he looked like he was about to start foaming at the mouth.

"Do you wanna fuck me while I take care of Steve?"

You always managed to find some way to surprise Eddie, with your bratty attitude or sexual prowess, but the way his eyes lit up at your question; he was not expecting it.

"I thought you would never fucking ask," He growled and in an instant, he was pulling you up on all fours, taking your skirt completely off and throwing it behind him.

Steve already undid the button of his jeans and you were quick to help with the zipper. The curiosity of what was in those pants was something you told yourself wasn't important but now that you were on the cusp of discovery, you couldn't help your mouth watering. And holy shit, he did not disappoint. It wasn't as long as Eddie's, but what he lacked in length was made up in girth. He was practically pulsing when you freed him from his boxers, pre-come glistening on the angry, red tip. He was staring down at you, pupils blown wide open and licking his lips.

"If you need a condom, there's one in the side table by the couch." He murmured at Eddie but kept his eyes on you.

Eddie let out a breathy laugh, "Always prepared, huh, Harrington?" You felt his warmth leave you followed by the sounds of rustling. Glancing back, you saw Eddie found his prize and ripped open the package with his teeth, sliding the condom down with a sigh. You almost wished he didn't have to use one, but rules were rules.

Steve's hand brought your attention back to him, "Look at me, pretty girl."

You loved when Eddie called you that. But when Steve said it, geez you didn't know it would make your toes curl.

Eddie was already sliding inside and you gasped loudly. There was never such a perfect feeling as when your boyfriend first entered you.

This prompted Steve to bring himself closer to you, wrapping a hand around your ponytail, and sliding his cock over your tongue. You opened wider to let him glide further in, using your tongue to massage the underside of his cock. Your hands were keeping you held up, but Eddie always teased that your mouth could suck the chrome off a bumper, so you did just that.

"Holy Jesus, goddamn." Steve moaned, his head replicating Eddie's reverent head tilt from before.

You heard your boyfriend chuckling behind you as his thrusts were getting deeper. "Don't come too quick, man. I wanna get a few more out of her before that happens." Eddie's promise made you squeeze around his cock and he groaned, smacking your ass playfully. "You can't keep doing that, sweetheart, you'll make me come too quick."

The scene was absolutely dirty, to say the least. Being spit-roasted by pretty boy Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson was not on your list of things to accomplish this year, but here you were. Steve's pace was getting faster and you could feel the other matching him, hitting that exact right spot over and over again. The room was filled with the boy's gasps and curses, praising you at every turn.

Eddie gripped your hips tighter, "Oh yes, right there, baby. Do you want to come around this cock, hmm?"

The sensations were so intense, you wondered if you would literally fall apart. Steve fucking your mouth and Eddie fucking your cunt brought your entire body to another level and your climax hit you hard, without you even expecting it. Steve pulled out just in time for the waves to hit you, punctuated by loud, almost sobbing moans and rivers of come leaking onto the couch below you.

"That's it, baby. You did so good." Eddie praised gently, holding you against him while Steve stroking your hair, kissing your face and neck sweetly, sending satisfied shivers down your back.

Whatever I did to deserve this, please God, let it happen again.

They didn't let you rest for long, which wasn't a huge surprise. Steve was removing the rest of his clothes and Eddie still held you close, rutting up into your cunt still while you came down. How he lasted this long was a mystery but you hoped he would carry that with you for the next time.

Steve, fully naked now, sat back down in his place and motioned for you with the crook of his finger. "Come here, baby."

This wasn't a suggestion; he was telling you. This dynamic was going to be interesting because Eddie was naturally very dominant and it turns out, Steve was too but in a much softer way.

Fucking hell, they were going to ruin you.

Eddie let you go without argument, unceremoniously removing the wet condom and tossing it on the ground while you crawled over to Steve, straddling him face-forward. You couldn't help but giggle at the way he voraciously grabbed at your tits, biting and sucking the planes of the skin there, bringing your nipples to hard pebbles again.

This, however, left the other in an awkward position by himself, but he didn't seem to be bothered by it. In fact, he looked absolutely feral for this arrangement. Maybe this was the fantasy he talked about coming to fruition, you wondered.

"Here," Eddie called out, tossing a silver square to Steve. "We don't need little Harrington's running around just yet."

Whatever the hell that meant, you couldn't help but stare at Eddie who winked and smirked. It had to be a weird joke, right?

Steve seemed unperturbed by his statement and proceeded to open the foil, but you grabbed it out of his hand.

"Let me." Taking it out of the package, you made sure it was the right way before sliding it on slowly with both hands. Steve inhaled sharply, his eyes screwing shut and laying his head back against the couch. Eddie was watching the entire exchange like a hawk and you could see from your peripheral that he was happily occupying himself with languid strokes to his cock. For someone so hands-on, you were impressed at his ability to just sit back and watch.

Lining your entrance over Steve, you slid down on his length slowly letting out a gasp of your own at how much he stretched you out. Even after being fingered and Eddie having his way with you, it was more intense than you thought but goddamn did it feel spectacular. His hands immediately found your hips, gripping tightly. "Oh my god," he moaned. You tried moving more, but Steve kept you in place. "I just want to feel you for a second. Just let me - fuck."

A quick glance over at Eddie showed just how wrecked he truly was. His eyes were wide, chest heaving and the slightest bit of red running down his neck and chest. He was definitely right on the edge, but was holding the same stillness as you, waiting.

His eyes caught yours and you felt your insides warm to fever level; there was nothing that boy wouldn't do for you and you loved him for that.

Steve opened his eyes, pulling your chin to look at him in a silent approval to move your hips again and you obeyed wordlessly. Noiseless, though, that was not an option. The moment you thrust against him, it felt like he was hitting every pleasure center in your body at once; you couldn't help the mewling and curses that tumbled out of your mouth. It wouldn't take long for you to come at this rate and it seemed to be the case for Steve as well. His face was flushed and his moans were getting more...intense. You never guessed Steve to be vocal but he definitely was and it just made you more inclined to go faster.

"You feel so fucking good, holy shit, does she feel like this all the time?" Steve asked Eddie breathlessly, tilting his head to make eye contact.

His counterpart slid to you quickly, standing up on his knees and one-handedly grabbed your chin again to look at him. "Every single time." Eddie, trying to get more friction, was sliding his slick cock against your hip in conjunction with his hand, leaving a warm snail trail on your already hot skin. For one shining moment, the three of them were moving together, eyes wide open to each other's ever-nearing orgasms.

Steve decided to take over, thrusting up into you faster and faster, creating a loud staccato with your moans and Eddie's hips were pistoning in his fist, his own moans becoming more noncoherent. Every hit to your g-spot had you seeing stars and you were going to come unraveled any second now.

"Come with me," you panted, feeling the pressure building higher and higher in your core.

This was to both of them and they both understood. Steve seemed to be relieved because as soon as the words left your mouth, his hips stuttered and a guttural groan came rumbling out of his chest as he came. The fingers holding your hips were going to leave bruises for sure. Eddie's eyes were boring into yours, watching the waves of your climax washed over you, crying out and gripping fiercely onto whoever you could grab. At the same time, Eddie was biting down on your shoulder and loudly moaning as warm streams of his come painted your hips and ass, shuddering against your body.

And then, there was silence. Sort of. Everyone was panting and sighing, letting the moment roll over them slowly. You couldn't help slumping your shaking body against Steve, reveling the in the feeling of his cock still pulsing inside you.

You weren't sure if your eyes were playing tricks on you but you were fairly certain you saw Steve's hand slide off of Eddie's cock.

No, that wasn't right. Steve's hands were on both your hips. But that would mean Eddie would be rutting against his hand and not your hip? The hand wrapped around his cock didn't have rings on them though. Before you asked, Steve was pulling out and you exhaled the breath you'd been holding.

He didn't push you off of him, though. He held you close, rubbing your back, placing soft kisses on your neck and shoulder. Eddie disappeared from your side, only to return with a warm, damp towel and cleaned you off gently. When he was finished, Eddie tugged until you fell off of Steve's lap and cuddled you close.

Eddie couldn't end the night without cuddling you. He demanded post-sex snuggles before passing out, every time.

And Steve did too, apparently; he kept moving around to where he could be touching you. You noticed the movie wasn't even done playing and you let out a laugh.

"I forgot to pause the movie," you admitted hoarsely. "I can't believe we didn't really hear any of it."

"You are pretty loud, doll." Eddie said.

"Definitely loud." Steve concurred. His head was resting against yours, hands rubbing little patterns on your thigh.

"I guess I need to start being quieter then," you scoffed. Both Eddie and Steve groaned, followed by their own, loud rebuttals.

"Don't even think about it."

"You couldn't even if you tried."

Boys, you thought with a giggle.

The trio stayed in their spots mostly because they were too sleepy to get up and get dressed, but the truth was - they didn't want to leave those spots. You wished you could stay there, squished between your two sweaty weirdos, forever. The future of all your relationships felt up in the air, but judging by the way everyone was still tangled together there was a good chance this wouldn't be the last time this happened.

Especially if what you think you saw was true. Steve definitely helped Eddie come, even if it was just at the tail end, but you wouldn't ask about that tonight. The feelings were still too new, too raw to start trying to put labels on anything or even define what truly happened. You were okay with that for now. As long as they were both in your life, life was going to be infinitely better.

Eddie kissed your temple, "Do you want me to take you home? You're looking very sleepy. Cute, but sleepy."

You sniffled and blinked, not even realizing you were falling asleep, "Yeah, probably."

"I have a pretty big bed, you guys." Steve suggested, lifting his head to see both of you. "Like comically too big for just me."

Eddie's eyebrows raised and you shrugged at him. "I mean, my Mom thinks I'm at a friend's house, so...?"

"I do love a good sleepover," your boyfriend joked. "Does everyone get matching pajamas?"

Steve shrugged, "Does everyone being naked count as matching pajamas?"

Both you and Eddie snorted, trying very hard to not laugh at his corny joke, but failed as peals of laughter burst out of both of you.

"That was fucking adorable," you sighed, giving Steve a small peck on his lips.

"I was going for sexy, but okay," Steve rolled his eyes, but a smirk played on his lips. "Thanks, you guys."

"We're always here to help," Eddie winked at him playfully.

This was going to be so very interesting.

A/N Cont'd: Writing a threesome is hard, ya'll. These guys will definitely be returning, so be sure to keep an eye out for that. Also! I'm always down for criticisms and notes; they are essential to growing as a writer. Hopefully you guys enjoyed it!

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Wild Parts - Part 1

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Steve dated before Eddie asked you out and Eddie couldn't help but feel like there was potential for some fun on the horizon. Shenanigans ensue.

Rating: Mature to definitely explicit, look away children. But also some heart-warming fluff and some angst.

Word Count: 7.6K

A/N: Ahahahaha, I have NO idea why I thought this would be short and sweet but it is NOT. Sorry, not sorry. I can't even tell you how many times I've rewritten entire parts to this story and considered not even writing it and THEN having a crisis of how to get from A to B without it being clunky. Edited by me, so excuse any typos or grammatically errors. Thank you for reading! As always, reblogs, comments and love are always encouraged!

There was never really a plan.

Hell, Eddie wasn't even sure you would be down for any of it. What he did know was how much of a freak you actually were. It was his fault, really. You tried so hard to stay as vanilla as possible, but he corrupted you and it filled his wee, black heart with joy. Before things got really serious, you would reject his requests to make out in the storage closets at school or smacking his hand away when he would attempt to touch any body part other than your hand.

But after the first night he truly fucked you and gave you an orgasm that had you on the brink of tears, you were hooked.

The relationship standards changed almost overnight. You didn't disappoint either; pulling him into the janitor's office for quick make out sessions, wearing skirts specifically so he could get his hands under them as much as possible, begging him to come over late at night and 'help you sleep', anything to have him close to you.

He didn't mind whatsoever.

Underneath all that anarchist, 'fuck the world' attitude, he really did care about you. More than he cared about anyone probably ever in his life. As a general rule, Eddie wasn't much for close relationships but you managed to put him under this spell to where he could hardly think of anything else. And it wasn't just the sex either; even though it was the best he'd ever had. It was the way you smiled at him and how you hung on every word as if they were the last syllables you would ever hear. Even when you were irritated at him (vexing you was one of his greatest joys, honestly) there was this look you gave that let him know you were still crazy about him.

Eddie was yours, unequivocally. And you were his.

So the idea of sharing you, even just for a night, was a concept that was so far out of left field that he didn't see it coming until it was practically hitting him in the face.

More like Steve Harrington hitting him in the face, metaphorically speaking.

To say that Eddie wasn't Steve "The Hair" Harrington's biggest fan was an understatement. He knew of him mutually through Henderson, but when you admitted he was your friend too Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes. There wasn't a good reason to not like Harrington; as far as he could tell, Steve was an okay dude. Maybe a little arrogant and used way too much mousse. Plus Henderson couldn't shut up about the guy sometimes and it bugged Eddie to death.

You poked fun at him one night for being so annoyed about it.

"I just don't see what's so great about him! He doesn't even play D&D!"

You let out a sweet, tinkling laugh. "Babe, I don't play D&D and you like me just fine."

"You're different," he smirked. The papers from his campaign were scattered all over his bed, making notes here and there.

Nuzzling his shoulder, you lifted your lips to his ear and whispered, "Only because I suck your cock." He let out a groan and you giggled again, pulling his ear lobe into your mouth and sucking gently.

Suffice it to say, Eddie did not finish his notes that night.

You finally convinced Eddie to meet Steve at a party that he was sure only you were invited to, but your big doe eyes convinced him to go anyway. And surprisingly, had a pretty good time. He met Robin, who he didn't even know went to school at Hawkins High. She was spunky and weird, but could hold a decent conversation even if it was a little all over the place.

Then there was Steve.

There was a lot of skepticism between the both of them, at first. Steve stood on one side of the kitchen while Eddie stood on the other, thin-lipped smiles all around. Introductions were made and Eddie figured you would stick around to start the conversation, but Robin pulled you away claiming she would bring you back in a few minutes. 15 minutes went by before Steve finally sighed and leaned against the opposing counter, crossing his arms.

"So, how long have you guys been dating now? Two, three months?"

"It'll be three next week. " Eddie answered, trying to relax his own stance. You would be proud knowing Eddie remembered. "How did you guys meet?"

"Robin." Steve answered. "Started bringing her around when we hung out and it just stuck I guess. We uh-" He suddenly stopped himself.

Eddie frowned, "You what?"

"Well, I was gonna say-" he cleared his throat. "Nevermind. I don't want to make anything awkward."

"If you're gonna tell me that you and her dated before I asked her out-"

"Waaay before. Like...yeah, way before you guys started talking." He was fidgeting now and Eddie couldn't help but smirk wickedly. This was the perfect chance to mess with Harrington.

"So," Eddie started, "did you break up with her or did she reject you?" The look on Harrington's face alone was satisfying his little gremlin soul.

"Uh, well-" Steve stood up straight, then relaxed again, making it look like he was doing some sort of strange dance. "We went out a few times, but it just didn't work out. It was a mutual thing, ya know?"

"Yeah, I get it." He went quiet for a second, then made hard eye contact with Steve. "Did you guys ever sleep together?"

Harrington's face went very white. And he was squirming. Oh, if only Henderson could see his hero now.

"I mean-" he looked around cautiously, lowering his voice, "-not sure if she would want me to tell you that."

"We tell each other everything, so she'll just tell me allll about it later." He tried so hard to make a serious face, but it wasn't working. The pure joy was spilling out across the grin plastered on Eddie's lips. "Besides, I can't blame you. She is smoking hot. Like...I don't think anyone can hold a candle to her looks. Or that ass, I swear dude, it's like heaven."

Eddie could tell Steve was getting uncomfortable. If freaking people out was an art, Eddie was an artist. And the sheer confusion on Harrington's face was his masterpiece. He was gearing up to make it worse when you walked in the room, sliding your arm around Eddie's waist.

"What are you guys talking about?" Smiling, you looked over at Steve. "You look like you're about to puke, dude. You okay?"

Steve blinked away from Eddie and swallowed, "Yeah, I'm fine. Did uh...where did Robin go?"

"She's outside. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yep. All good." He passed by you, squeezing your shoulder gently.

You watched as he walked out of the kitchen, then rounded on Eddie, "What the hell did you say to him?"

Eddie's mouth fell open, "Nothing! I was just asking how you guys met."

You let go of his waist to move in front of him. "I know you, Eddie Munson. You just love to fuck with people. What did you say?"

The emphasis on the last word made Eddie roll his eyes and sigh, "I...asked if you guys had sex while you went out with him."

Your eyes narrowed, "Why the fuck would you ask him that?"

"I wanted to see what he'd say!" He snorted and you playfully smacked his arm. "Ow! I was just messing with him, baby. He probably wasn't going to say anything anyway. If it even happened."

"And what if we did have sex?" You looked up at him indignantly.

"I would severely question your judgement if you let "The Hair" get that close to you." The look on your face was making him less thrilled about teasing Harrington. "Wait...did you guys-?"

You shrugged. "It was before you got the balls to finally ask me out. It's irrelevant."

"Uh, no it's not. You hang out with him all the time and apparently you guys have a history, so-"

"Aww, is my poor, little baby upset that someone else might have touched me?" Taking a step forward, you pressed yourself into Eddie until his back was against the counter again. "Or are you getting all hot and bothered thinking about Harrington taking me in the backseat of his car?"

"The backseat of his car? Really?" His voice had an air of sarcasm, but an image of Steve railing you frantically in the back of his BMW made something stir in Eddie's belly. What it was, he wasn't sure, but it you staring up at him through your lashes didn't make it better. And grinding into the growing hardness in his jeans.

"Oh, it does make you hot and bothered doesn't it?" You cooed softly, a grin playing on your lips.

"You're practically humping me, of course I'm turned on, you tease." Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his lips to yours slightly. "And if it's true, it doesn't bother me. In any way."

"Pity," you sighed. "It's kind of hot."

All Eddie could do was stare at you. Before he had a chance to ask if you were serious or not, you were pulling away.

"I need another drink if we're gonna talk like this. And you need to go apologize to Steve for being a weirdo."

"But-" Eddie argued.

You stuck your index finger out at him, eyebrows raised. "No 'buts'! Steve is my friend and if you are going to be around him in any capacity, it doesn't need to be awkward. Well, more awkward anyway."

"So then he actually did rail you in the backseat of his car?" He pressed, smiling widely.

"Go!"

"Gimme a second, I gotta adjust myself." He palmed the half-hard bulge around until it wasn't obvious. You watched with a raised eyebrow, fighting the urge to be amused. Sticking out his tongue, Eddie sniggered and left the kitchen throwing one last look at you over his shoulder. Your hands were planted on your hips, but the look on your face was softening.

You could never really be mad at him.

It took a few minutes, but he finally found Steve sitting next to Robin on a dilapidated couch outside. Their conversation ceased as Eddie walked towards them.

"Hey, uh...Harr-I mean, Steve. Can we talk a second?" His eyes flicked to Robin who immediately stood up.

"Got it, I'm gone." Fast walking to the house, she waited until she was behind Eddie to give Steve a shrug and a thumbs up.

Steve didn't return the gesture because he was too busy looking at Eddie with that same sickly look from before. Your boyfriend took Robin's seat, exhaling slowly.

"So, I need to apologize." Eddie sighed. "I was...messing with you in there and it wasn't...nice." He struggled with the last word, not even believing he was doing this in the first place. Eddie didn't apologize to anyone but you. He felt so stupid.

"Oh. Thanks for that, I guess." Steve shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Listen, it wasn't anything serious. I think we were both in need of some comfort and-"

Eddie held his hand up, "You don't have to tell me, man. It's fine."

"I know. I just don't want things to be weird between us. She likes for everyone to get along and I want to clear the air."

They locked eyes for a second and Eddie realized a singular truth about Steve Harrington: that he was not going to do anything to break up your relationship with him. There was genuine care for you in his eyes and Eddie couldn't help but appreciate someone else in his girl's corner, even if he slept with her.

"She is the peacekeeper, isn't she? An annoyingly good person that cares about everyone. Like a goddamn Mother Teresa."

Steve let out an unexpected laugh, "It is annoying, isn't it? It's hard to be a dick when she's around."

"I know, right? So rude."

They laughed together this time and Eddie laid his head back on the couch. "Makes me want to be a better guy, though. Dunno what that's about."

This sudden vulnerability, especially with another guy, was really, really weird for Eddie. There were other dudes he would consider friends but none of them knew who he really was and they were not the people to talk about his relationship with. But somehow, sitting on that couch with Steve Harrington of all people, talking about someone the two of them cared about immensely created this curious bond between them. Steve seemed to pick up on it, too.

"I think that's why I'm so attracted to her."

It took a second for Eddie to really hear what Steve said, but when he did, the look on Eddie's face was nothing short of amusement. The other realized it too and swallowed.

"I mean, was attracted to her."

"So...she's ugly to you now?" Eddie smirked, hoping Steve would get the joke.

"Oh yeah. Hideous."

Eddie waited a whole 10 seconds before letting out a cackling laugh. "Oh god, Harrington, I'm telling her you said that." He jumped up, running through a group of girls back into the kitchen. Steve wasn't far behind, scrambling to catch him before getting to you.

Fate, it seemed, stepped right on in.

Steve and Eddie started hanging out more and more, despite the differences in their hobbies and personalities. There was one thing, however, that they both could agree on: movies. Movie nights were happening at least twice a week now, more so on the weekends. Harrington and Robin had access to every movie on the planet, and you were a cinephile with a penchant for horror movies. Eddie didn't really care what he watched; finally having solid friends outside of Hellfire and a girlfriend around practically every day was starting to grow on him. It wasn't something he wanted to stop any time soon.

It was perfect. Well, almost.

The thought of you being with Steve kept gnawing at the back of his brain. It was like an ear worm, but instead of the same song playing over and over again, a short film of Steve fucking you in the backseat of his car was on repeat. And the short film kept evolving. It started as some awkward blip of him ramming you from behind, but the more frequent the hang outs the more involved the thoughts (fantasies) became. They transformed into high quality cinematography; rain falling outside, the inside of the car is steamy and hot, sweat dripping off your naked bodies, sensually moving against each other. Not only was he imagining you blissed out and cum drunk, but now Eddie was seeing Steve's face as well. Moaning against your lips, asking if it felt good, even talking dirty for fuck's sake.

It made for some very awkward moments in bed with you.

One evening in particular, after fucking like rabbits, you lifted your head, bleary eyed and a loopy smile on your face. Eddie loved when you looked like this.

"I don't know what you were thinking about, but I've never felt you come so hard." Your eyebrows were moving up and down suggestively. "And you were louder too."

Eddie shrugged, "It's been almost a week, baby doll."

"No, that's not it." Sitting up on your elbow where you were looking down at him, you smirked. "Tell me what you were thinking about."

He had to think of something fast. There was no way in hell he was telling you about the fantasy playing in his head or that it was Steve's imagined moaning that made him completely lose it. You were right about one thing though; Eddie came so hard he saw little, yellow lightening bolts behind his eyelids.

So, he lied. "You just felt so good. I've missed you."

"Mmmhmm, sure. If you were thinking about another girl, you can tell me," You teased, tickling his a side a little.

Eddie jerked away from your hands quickly. "I wasn't thinking about another girl, silly."

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever. I'm sure if the right girl came along-"

"No." He interrupted shortly. "I really couldn't."

What he wanted to say was you were his dream girl and even if he tried, no other woman occupied his thoughts like you did.

His confession had you stunned for a second. "Really?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" Eddie reached up, moving hair away from your still sweaty brow.

"I guess not." You leaned down further to kiss him, but stopped short. "But that doesn't answer my question."

Eddie scoffed, "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I like to know what makes you tick, that's why.” You kissed him quickly. “Don’t be a pussy.”

“Wow, someone is feeling brave.” Eddie gasped, huffing out a stunned laugh. He turned on his side, reaching his fingers out to tickle you back. Grabbing his wrists, you shriek-laughed a little.

“Come on, Eds. It can’t be that bad, can it? I mean it wasn’t about some guy right?”

Eddie’s enthusiasm to wrestle died down a little and you let go of his wrists. “Was it…about a guy?”

“Not…really.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I mean, I was thinking about him with you if that makes it any better.”

You frowned, “Which guy are we talking about?”

Eddie was very quickly feeling exposed. There was a chance you wouldn’t understand and get upset. Or you could think he was jealous of Steve and that meant potentially not hanging out with him anymore. But when he finally got the courage to look at you, not even an ounce of anger was anywhere on your face.

He let out a long, breathy exhale. “Steve.”

It took a second, but it finally clicked. “Steve? Like…our Steve? Harrington?”

“Yes, all of those. I just couldn’t get the idea of him, in the back of his car-“

“Fucking me?” You finished boldly.

“Yes, fucking you. But when I think about that, I don’t get jealous or mad. I’m…I dunno.”

You smiled a little, “Enjoying it?”

“Yeah, but it’s fucking weird!” Eddie raised his arms up to the ceiling. “Right? It’s weird?”

Shrugging, you laid back down, resting your head against his shoulder. “Not weirder than anything else, I guess. And who knows how much our fantasies change as we get older? One minute you're into chicks and the next, you're into guys railing your chick. It's not weird, babe. You can't help what you like."

“Thanks for the diagnosis, Doc.” He exhaled, moving his arm around your body to pull you close. “I've never had - I've never been into-"

"Babe, it's okay. I know you couldn't go a day without my ass so I'm not worried about you leaving me for some guy." You were tracing random symbols on his chest with your fingers. "Let alone Steve Harrington. Pretty sure you guys would break up within a day anyway."

Eddie snickered. "You're probably right. It's all so new to me, I guess."

"I believe that sexuality is fluid. All this black and white, conservative bullshit is just trying to scare the gay away." You laughed at your own joke and Eddie couldn't help but chuckle with you. "And if you happened to be into guys and girls, I feel like that's something I can live with."

He stilled, feeling his heart beat rise a little. Being totally straight or gay or anything in between wasn't something Eddie thought about a lot. His parents didn't give "the talk" and expecting anything remotely emotional like that from his uncle was a joke. The feelings he had about you were real though, that wasn't a mystery. But he also couldn't get Steve out of his head and it made his insides do weird, uncomfortable shit. The feeling of you messing with the ends of his hair brought him back to the present.

Rubbing your back gently, he sighed, "All I know is that I'm into you and making you happy. The rest-"

Tilting your head up, your eyes met his with the most sincere gaze he'd ever seen. "We can figure it out together."

He kissed you deeply, humming against your lips. "I adore you."

"I know," you hummed back.

It was quiet for a moment, the darkness of the trailer and the night sounds enveloping the couple in a shroud of peace. It was moments like these that made Eddie feel like you were the only people on the planet.

"You know...he still really likes you, by the way." Eddie murmured, readjusting himself on his pillow.

“Who?”

“Our Steve.” Eddie tittered, moving his lips to your temple, placing fluttery kisses on the skin there. Your thigh slid over his legs, the fingers of his free hand immediately ghosting over the smooth planes of skin, bringing up little goosebumps.

The reply didn't come right away, but then you asked in an almost whisper, "Does that bother you?"

"That he still has feelings for you?" He considered it for a moment. The last few weeks, all he was able to picture was the scene in the back of his car. Steve having lingering feelings for you, though - that was an entire new can of worms to have to sort through. "I guess...I'm not sure."

Snuggling close to him, you sighed. "Well, if it makes any difference to you, we didn't actually have sex in the back of his car."

"You didn't?"

"Nope. We made out a few times, some heavy petting, but no sex. We didn't get that far." A playful smirk pursed your lips slightly.

"You are...so mean." Eddie grumbled, squeezing your thigh. "I've been going crazy about that for weeks. I guess I got a taste of my own medicine, huh?"

"Only a little. I just wanted to see what you would do." You giggled impishly at your impersonation of him. "Karma's a bitch, babe."

Eddie didn't give a pithy retort or tickle you more. He couldn't help but marvel at how you managed to make yourself an equal player in his games; it impressed the hell out of him. And yet - something was still nagging his curiosity.

"Did you want to?"

"Mmhmm," you answered softly.

Eddie glanced down and saw your eyes were closed. Whether you heard him or not, he wasn't sure. But it didn't stop the very real dream Eddie had that night.

You were in the back seat of Steve's car, naked and riding Steve slowly, grinding down on his cock while his hands gripped onto your ass. But this time Eddie wasn't a quiet observer from the front seat. He was actively kissing you, encouraging you, praising you, for how good you were taking Steve's cock.

The next morning was met with a headache and a raging hard on.

This was getting fucking ridiculous.

How in the world was he going to function normally if all he could think about was...that? Eddie groaned, trying to get his head right for the rest of the day. It was movie night and he really did not need that kind of distraction with Steve sitting next to him all evening.

Steve was struggling. Hanging out with you after the "break up" had been interesting (god it was so hard sometimes though), but he was able to go with it because of Robin. You guys were close and to stop hanging out with Robin altogether to avoid you was dumb. He could handle it. God knows he'd been in worse situations before. Besides, you guys didn't break up anyway. It was a mutual decision that was agreed upon - erm- mutually.

That didn't stop the way his heart would jolt against his rib cage every time you walked in the room. Or when you would laugh. Or when your hair fell in your eyes while studying.

When Eddie "The Freak" Munson came into your life, it felt like the time his Dad told him Santa wasn't real. Far in the deep reaches of Steve's mind, he hoped you guys could try again. The chemistry was there; the rest of it was the problem. He was looking for someone to commit to on a deeper level and unfortunately, you weren't really looking for the same thing at the time. Or were you not looking for that with him?

So when you finally told them you were dating Eddie, Steve couldn't help the roiling jealousy bubbling in his stomach. But he was also really curious. To be honest, you were more Eddie's type anyway but he still couldn't see what you saw in that dude.

That is, until he finally met Eddie.

Steve didn't blame the guy for messing with him that night. It was to be expected, especially after he saw you and Eddie together. If 'I love you's' hadn't been exchanged yet, they would be soon because Eddie was in capital 'L', love with you. Just within an hour of being at the party, Steve noticed Eddie's eyes would follow you wherever you were going, making sure you were okay without crowding. And you were completely smitten. The smiles were ten times wider and your laugh was different. Brighter. Deeper. Whatever Eddie did for you was working because you never looked at Steve like that.

It was hard to be upset about it, honestly. When it came right down to it, he was really happy for you. And Eddie. Who he surprisingly was getting along with more and more. Yeah, they had their differences but he was able to look past that for the most part. Much to Henderson's delight, Eddie was introducing Steve to D&D which he wasn't sure he would ever get into, but he liked listening to Eddie explain things with such conviction and passion. And Steve was happily letting Eddie dig through the movie selections whenever he wanted, giving him first pick for new videos that came out. The metal head and ex-jock fawning over hot movie babes and getting into deep discussions about the best action movie was definitely a sight.

Robin was finding all of it absolutely delightful.

"Do you think it really bothers Eddie that you and her dated?" Robin asked during a slow shift at work one day.

Steve shrugged, "If it does, he hasn't said anything. I feel like he would avoid me if that were the case."

'I know, but do you think she told him about how far you guys got, ya know...sexually." She whispered, a ghost of a smile on her lips.

"There's nothing to tell! Nothing happened except a few make out sessions. And he wasn't even interested in her at the time so why would he be upset?"

Robin snorted incredulously. "Puh-lease. He's been interested in her for a long time. You know me, I watch people and Eddie Munson has had the hots for her longer than he probably cares to admit. He just finally got his head out of his ass and asked her out."

Steve felt his lower belly tighten up. "Did she tell you we did more than make out?"

"Not in intimate detail, no. But she did tell me you put your hands up her shirt. All the way to second base, good job." Robin let out a breathy laugh. "She also said you have really nice hands."

"She did?" The tape he was trying to shelve fell out of his hand, clattering to the floor. He gave Robin a look before bending down to get it. "Why are you telling me this? You know how I feel about-"

"I'm sorry," Robin interrupted quickly. "I'm not trying to make it more difficult for you. I just thought you would be happy to know she enjoyed the brief, shining moment of your hand on her boob." She shrugged, pulling a tape out. "Would 'Pretty in Pink' be too on the nose for movie of the day?"

Steve rolled his eyes and trudged to a different aisle.

Robin smirked. "I guess so."

He wouldn't tell Robin this, but it did make him happy knowing you had a good time with him. That night was one he thought about a lot. Your mouth was so pliant, lips so soft and delicious as he kissed you, little moans nearly bringing him to his knees. Steve managed to slide his hand in the shirt and was so close to getting under the bra before you stopped him. Your cheeks were tinged pink and your breath heavier, but the look on your face told him that it was all about to end right there.

Steve wasn't mad; he completely understood. "Different goals make for a hard relationship." He told you, trying desperately to keep the disappointment out of his tone. But he was disappointed and the drive home, alone, made it even worse.

There is always a moment when one believes they are, indeed, over it. But as the universe is a chaotic place, something new comes careening into reality and takes everything back to square one. This particular "something" was complete happenstance. Or destiny. Either way, it was a moment in time that things would change for all three of them.

Steve knew better than to show up unannounced. He should have known anyway. It was movie night and the plan was to carpool to the movie store so they could pick something out for the night. But as per the usual, a time nor a place had been decided upon. Taking matters into his own hands, he thought he would pick you up first. Secretly, he hoped it would give him a chance to talk to you alone for a few minutes. There wasn't a problem being alone with him, per say, but it always felt like it was avoided. Or Robin was there. Or Eddie. If he was going to be cool with all the changes, then that meant treating you like he would Robin. Except with a painfully stupid crush.

Yeah, that was normal.

He also should have known that a door being open doesn't automatically mean someone is in danger. But it was your house so the panic was immediate. As soon as he walked through the door though, all thoughts about you being attacked flew right out the window.

Any thoughts at all went out the window.

You were laying on the couch, back arched up slightly, legs spread wide while Eddie's head was in between your legs, not-so quietly eating you out. His long, ringed fingers were gripping the tops of your thighs so hard, he could see the red marks from where he was standing. How he didn't hear the moans from outside was a fucking mystery because they were loud. Steve's breath caught in his chest, too scared to move. Should he back out quietly and pretend he didn't see anything? Your eyes were screwed shut so you didn't see him and Eddie was heavily invested in his task, thankfully. God, the sounds coming from Eddie were obscene. Steve was so still and quiet, he could hear his tongue lapping at your wetness, moaning into you. One curious glance down the length of Eddie's lithe body showed him moving his hips against the couch cushions. On top of everything else, the jeans Eddie wore did not really leave anything to imagination.

He could very easily leave and go pick up Robin without any further incident, but for some reason he couldn't move his legs. He was completely entranced by what he was seeing.

"Eddie - I'm gonna...fuck." you panted, hips moving against his mouth harder.

Like a goddamn electric shock, Steve finally found the ability to move again. He wanted to stay, to watch you completely unravel right in front of his eyes like he dreamed about so many times, but he knew you would be embarrassed as hell if you saw him watching. If nothing else, it made him feel like a creep.

As he was starting to back out, he heard a breathy, "Steve?" but he was far too shaken to look back. He snuck out, practically running to his car.

The car door slammed shut and he let out the breath he'd been holding, his whole body shaking. Holy fuck, he thought.

Movie night was either going to be weird as hell or everyone was going to pretend it didn't happen and go about their lives. Was that even possible though? Steve was pretty sure he would take that image to his grave. God, why didn't he just knock? It would have saved him so much embarrassment and if you saw him, there was no telling what you were going to say. Steve put the car in gear and upon looking down, saw that he was very, very hard.

"Goddammit," he cursed.

"Did you just call me Steve?" Eddie asked, raising his head up. His swollen, red lips were wet and he licked them slowly .

You were frowning deeply, propping yourself up on your elbows. "I just...I think I saw Steve come through the door."

Eddie jerked up to his knees. "What? Really?"

"Yeah," you finished. "Shit."

"What should we do? I mean-"

"I know," Sitting up and closing your legs, you pulled your skirt down a little. "Maybe we just don't say anything? He's probably mortified, poor guy."

Eddie gave you a look. And then a devilish smirk.

"What?" You interrogated. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Because, I don't think he was mortified sweetheart. If you walked in on your crush getting some, would you be embarrassed?"

You shrugged, "Yeah, probably."

"Well, I wouldn't. I'd be surprised if he isn't creaming his pants right about now." Eddie wondered if he should be more concerned about this. He should have been furious, insanely jealous even, that some other dude saw his girl like that. But, he wasn't. Not even a little. More than anything else, he was curious.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed. "I don't know about that. Steve isn't-"

"No, he is. Steve is an absolute horn dog, babe. I've seen the way he looks at you. And you should hear him talk about his "Wish List" of celebrities he'd bang. It's raunchy." His eyebrows bounced suggestively.

"The way he looks at me? How does he look at me, specifically?" The stern tone you liked to take with Eddie was there, but your eyes were bright and curious.

Eddie's brain still in lizard mode, he started moving his hips to hump the air and you laughed, covering your face. "Oh god, really?"

"Yes, babe. You're hot. Accept it." He reached out and tugged you closer, smirking at the blush creeping up on your cheeks.

"Are you buttering me up for some specific reason or are you just trying to get my legs open again?" The sparkle in your eyes was a little darker now. "We do have some unfinished business."

What did Eddie want? He wanted to get this stupid movie out of his dreams. But, if he were as deeply honest with himself as he could be, he wanted a new one. A new movie of you and him and Steve doing every deplorable thing possible to each other. He wanted to watch as Steve's mouth was between your legs while your mouth was on Eddie. He wanted to feel you clench around him as they both tore you apart, making you a princess pillow for them. And somehow he knew, call it weird couple telepathy, you wanted the same thing.

He exhaled slowly, "How adventurous are you feeling?"

Steve had been knocking for what felt like forever. He was agitated and he was really ready to get out of his head with a movie and some bad movie store candy. Finally, Robin answered the door. She was pale, bags under her eyes and she looked like she would rather be in a casket than talking to another human soul right now.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked.

"Nice to see you too. My ovaries are trying to claw their way out of my body at the moment, thanks for asking." She sighed, leaning against the door frame. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing, I just...I've been knocking for eternity out here and-"

"Sorry I couldn't get off the toilet fast enough for you." Robin chided sharply. "That's not why you're upset though."

Steve blinked at her, then changed the subject. "Are you getting ready at least?"

"Uh...I'm skipping tonight." She waved her hand dismissively at the face Steve was making. "I don't want to be around another person for the rest of the day, maybe even the rest of my life!"

"Robin, come on, you can pick any movie you want and all the snacks and-"

"What is with this whining crap? Go watch a movie with your friends and get over yourself. Geezus." And with that, she closed the door in his face, Steve staring at it in disbelief. After a brief moment, the door opened again.

"Sorry. That was rude."

"Super rude." Steve grumbled.

"Look. I know you're feeling squeamish about Eddie and y/n or whatever-"

"I'm not feeling squeamish." Steve interrupted. "It's just easier to not be the third wheel. And they get super handsy during movies and I don't-"

"-want to feel squeamish. I get it. But I feel like I'm dying, Steve. And...I say this with love," she dropped a hand heavily on his shoulder, "but you gotta be a big boy about this. Get a spray bottle and spritz 'em if they start being gross."

Steve knew Robin was right. He was going to have to face them at some point and he would rather Robin not be there when they discussed "The Event". The jokes would be unending.

He sighed, turning to leave. "Okay, okay. Feel better. Call me if you need anything."

Robin let a small smile pass through the hard line of her lips. "I will. Be brave." Steve waved behind him as he stepped off her porch. "I believe in you!"

He was out of her driveway, idling at a stop sign when he made a decision. Despite the incredible, gut-wrenching horror of having to face you and Eddie again, he would do it. It meant reaching a newer, weirder level of friendship with the both of them but it had to be done. He cared about you too much. And, even though it settled like heavy stones in the pit of his stomach, he realized he cared about Eddie too. This was the first male friendship he had that wasn't direct competition or a kid 5 years younger than him. It made him genuinely happy and that was something he wanted to hold on to.

The tinny beep of a car waiting to go woke him from his reverie and he turned, heading towards your house again.

This time he knocked; loud and clear. He wasn't going to make that mistake again for as long as he lived. The door opened and there you were, wearing the same skirt as before and a black sweater that accentuated every single curve.

Fuck, Steve thought. But then you smiled before tilting your head to see around him. "Where's Robin?"

"She uh...isn't coming. She said something about her ovaries trying to claw out of her body?" He shrugged.

"Oooh, yikes. That sucks. Are we going to the movie store still or-?"

"I wanted to talk to you first. And I guess depending on how the conversation goes, that determines whether we go get a movie or not."

Your smile faded. "Okay, sure."

Stepping aside to let him in, Steve walked over the threshold feeling like he was going to vibrate into tiny little pieces and disappear into the floor. He would rather eat nails than be doing this right now. Eddie was sitting on the couch, his knee bouncing uncontrollably. The TV was on, but Eddie grabbed the remote and turned it off. His sharp eyes moved to Steve and he nodded.

"Hey. No Robin tonight?"

"Nah, she uh-" Steve paused, trying to come up with a clever way to say-

"She got her period, Steve. PEER-E-OD." You interjected with an eyeroll as you appeared next to Steve. "Men. So, what's up?" You were playing coy and Steve knew that, but it was now or never at this point.

"I came by earlier and your door was open so I assumed you were like...in danger or something. I came in and saw-" he swallowed, trying not to make eye contact with Eddie. "I saw-"

"Me eating her out on the couch." Eddie interrupted with a wide smile on his face.

Steve felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. The daggers coming out of your eyes for your boyfriend's interruption were intense and Eddie shrugged his shoulders in a 'What' gesture. Sighing, you pulled Steve's attention to you with a gentle tug of your hand on his forearm. "Listen, it's okay. The door didn't latch when Eddie came in and I didn't notice it. You were being a good friend by checking on me, which I greatly appreciate by the way. But then you saw something...unexpected. Mostly because Eddie can't seem to control himself."

Eddie snorted and your head whipped to him, eyes narrowed. He looked away quickly, but kept the same shit-eating grin on his face.

"So, if you want to cancel movie night, that's fine. I know you didn't expect or want to see that, so I can completely understand if you need a night to get it out of your head."

Your eyes were so understanding, so soft and caring that Steve suddenly didn't feel so anxious anymore. And God were you pretty. Steve shook his head, "It's not that. I just...thought you guys would be weirded out by me seeing..." He gestured to the couch.

"I'm sorry if we upset you. Granted, we were in the living room for anyone to see. But we're not weirded out. Everything is cool, right Eddie?"

The look on Eddie's face said one thing and the way his hands fidgeted said another. But still he nodded, "Yep. Cool as a cucumber."

The hand on Steve's forearm warmed his skin, sending tingles through his shoulder and down his back. "I-I wasn't upset, really. Surprised as hell, yeah. Honestly, it kind of felt like the time I was checking a tape at work and someone had taped a porno over it." He shrugged, letting out an awkward chuckle. Eddie was staring at Steve now, but it wasn't anger in his eyes. It was deeper than that. More...raw.

"Well then," the hand that was on Steve slid to your side, "in that case, I'm going to finish getting ready and we can go. Okay?" You were looking predominantly at Steve, who nodded. You gave him a sweet smile before heading down the hall to your room.

"Always the peacekeeper," Eddie sighed. "You're lucky she likes you so much. Not sure she would be as forgiving if it was anyone else."

Frowning, Steve crossed his arms. "Or. It was an embarrassing situation for everyone and she's understanding of that."

The curly haired man leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. "Or, and hear me out, she wasn't embarrassed at all."

'What is that supposed to mean?" Steve questioned. Where was Eddie going with this?

"Ugh, I can't believe I have to spell this out for you.' Eddie rolled his eyes, then stood, stepping into Steve's personal space. It was closer than Steve felt should be comfortable, but he didn't move away. "She's not embarrassed by it. Neither am I. You should have seen how hot it made her, knowing you saw her almost come. Had you stayed around a minute longer, you would have." He tilted his head, trying to catch more of Steve's line of vision. "I'm handing you a golden opportunity, man. You should take it."

Steve blinked up at Eddie. The realization of what Eddie was suggesting hit him like a ton of bricks and his stomach dropped. But Eddie wasn't offering you up as a consolation prize, not by yourself anyway. For a split second, Eddie looked like he was going to kiss him. The way his big, brown eyes (he'd never noticed the color before now), were heavily lidded, moving back and forth between Steve's eyes and his mouth.

A short, singular moment and everything could change; Steve was fucking terrified. This was brand, spanking new territory and he didn't know if it was such a good idea. There were complicated emotions involved; he didn't want to mess up the good thing he had going with you or Eddie.

On the other hand, Eddie was right. This was a golden opportunity and whatever that meant for the future, he couldn't say, but he knew it felt exciting; the possibility of this happening ever again was slim to none. And in his heart-of-hearts, in that carnal place he was "too cool" to show to hardly anyone, he desperately wanted to see you come. Especially if he was involved.

"So? What do you say?" Eddie's gaze was fixed on the other, a smirk playing on his lips.

Steve exhaled slowly. "Okay. But I don't-"

One of Munson's ringed fingers poked softly into Steve chest. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Harrington. She is a freak. But you'll figure that out for yourself."

"You guys ready?" Your voice chirped in and both boys turned to look at you.

You were walking back into the living room and Steve was instantly breathless. Your hair was put up in a high ponytail, save for a few tendrils of baby hairs and bangs that framed your face. Soft eye makeup brought out your big eyes and a subtle hint of pink on your lips drew Steve's eyes to them, the memory of how they tasted floating to the forefront of his mind. Eddie seemed entranced too, but he had the privilege to pull you in for a kiss.

"You'll see," he heard Eddie whisper and you smirked, dark eyes locking with Steve.

Fuck, he thought again.

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writingsofarambler · 2 years

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For the kinky prompts could you do 15 with steve x reader x Eddie, with 10, 17 & 19? Pretty please. 🥺🙏

Heartless

cockwarming / degradation kink / praise kink

Thanks for the request friend!! I started this trying to get out of a bit of a writing slump, and I hope you enjoy!! comments and reblogs give me life!!

Steve Harrington x Femme! Reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: language, characters a little ooc but only when it's hot, mean! steve and soft! eddie, no plot just vibes, spit as lube, no protection, cockwarming, degradation, praise kink, mean and nice nicknames, fingering (f), oral sex (m), it's not very long but i'm trying.

"I thought I told you to stay fucking still."

Steve's got mean hands. Big, harsh fingers and a disappointed sneer and an angry, red cock jutting out from his zipper—still covered in your spit—but his hands are the meanest part about him. He's squeezing at your jaw until the blood's flushed from your skin, hard enough you hear something pop.

"Can you do that? Can you stay fucking still?"

God, he's fucking pretty. Even through the tears in your eyes. Even when he's angry at you.

Steve drops his hand from your face with a scoff, like he can hear what you're thinking about him and he’s not impressed, standing with his hands on his hips. "Look at her, Jesus. Dumb slut can't even respond."

"Take it easy on her, Harrington."

Eddie's chest rumbles against your back, and his hands are gentle, brushing at your sweaty hair. You'd never guess he'd be the softer one of the two—not with the way he dressed, the jacket and the chains and the rings—but god damn do you feel lucky you got far enough to find out.

"She just wants to cum, don't ya, pretty girl?"

The tips of his fingers press against the bruises Steve left, and your breath catches at the sting no matter how gentle he tries to be. Eddie turns your face towards his until you're looking into his moonlit eyes, at his soft pink lips.

You nod, and maybe you'd like to say something if it wasn't for the burn between your thighs that Eddie goes out of his way to aggravate—bouncing his hips up into yours until you can practically feel every ridge and vein of his cock through his tight-ass jeans.

"You wanna cum on my cock, baby?"

Thumb on your lips, you taste his skin when you speak—he feels your words more than he hears them.

"Please, Eddie."

"Hey," Steve's interruption makes you jump, "that wasn't the deal we made, sweetheart."

He plants one hand on the couch cushion behind you, his other hand lazily stroking at his cock, the little white beads pooling at his slit making your mouth water. It's too easy for him to bully you, the solid weight of him so close and so heavy you'd give him whatever he wants. Even if it means you leave empty-handed.

"You're here to make us cum. I don't give a fuck if you get off or not."

There's a whine on your lips that Eddie tries to hush. kissing softly at your neck.

"God damn, you're heartless," he's talking to Steve now, but you're not really listening, not with the way one of his hands strokes over the damp material of your t-shirt, "we can give her a little taste."

His fingers stop just below your breast, the edge of his thumb brushing over your peaked nipple. Your lungs empty, breath catching on the way back in as he rolls the tender flesh between the tips of his fingers.

"God, you're pretty baby," he whispers, wetting his lips to a shine with his tongue, "how ‘bout you keep me warm while you take care of Stevie?"

"Mhm," you hum your assent, lifting your hips so he can pop the button on your shorts with the hand not massaging at your tits.

"Whatever, just make it quick."

Steve feigns annoyance, but even in your current haze you can see right through that with the way he strokes his cock faster, watching hungrily as you writhe against Eddie's warm body. His free hand is there at your hip, nails scraping against the skin of your thighs as Eddie pulls down the denim on the other side until the shorts hang from your legs and there's chill air at your dripping hole.

"Jesus, baby," Eddie coos, petting at the dark spot on your pastel cotton underwear, finger circling right at the place where your swollen clit sticks to the fabric.

"God damn, I knew you were a slut." Steve's on his knees, shoving your thighs further apart with his wide shoulders just so he can get a better look, "Isn't that right? Little slut with a drooling pussy."

"Unh, yes," you say, but there's not much you wouldn't agree to at this point, heart pounding and starved for cock.

Eddie slips his own hands down to his zipper, and Steve takes over where he left off—three mean fingers prodding at your cunt until he can see the definition of your puffy lips and weeping slit through the cotton, the fabric biting at your skin where it slips tighter between your ass cheeks.

Steve stops moving his fingers, eyes on yours. "Then say it. Say you're a slut."

"God,"—he shocks the words out of you with his thumb harsh against your clit—"I'm- I'm a slut."

And that makes him smile.

"Don't listen to him, gorgeous," Eddie pulls you tight against his chest again, letting your hips rest against his, "he's just jealous that you like me better. Now, let's see that pretty pussy."

One of Eddie's thick fingers sneaks between your leg and the fabric, sliding the sticky, wet crotch of your panties to the side, brushing past your lips with a swipe of his middle finger.

"You already feel so fucking tight, sweetheart. You think you can take me?"

His cock glides between your folds, collecting your sticky spend and getting your whole body tight when the tip nudges against your clit.

"I dunno, Eds, I think she might need a little help."

Steve leans in closer, looking at you with total fuck-me eyes as a shining glob of spit dripping from his lips, cold enough to make you jump when lands against the cleft of your pussy, oozing slowly over your skin until it lands, thick and bubbling, on the shaft of Eddie's cock.

"That oughta do it."

And then the fucker winks at you.

Eddie’s sucking bruises onto your skin as he slides the head of his cock inside you, pressing further and further until you've forgotten what it feels like to be empty.

"Better, princess?" he asks. You can hardly answer, not with the way he fills you, and the soft pressure of his fingers on your clit.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so good, baby. Let's see if you can't make Steve feel this nice, huh?"

Steve stands, fingers curling around the back of your neck, sending a pain through your spine when he yanks your parted lips down over the tip of his cock.

The sarcasm in his voice is only slightly tempered by the way you hollow your cheeks around him, salty pre-cum melting on your tongue.

"Alright, princess. Let's try this again."

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Please Don’t Leave Me

A/N: im v nervous to post this bc it’s my first time writing in a very long time and it’s dark but this idea has been plaguing me for weeks !!! And I just had to write it. I’m so sorry..

Warnings: s4 vol 2 spoilers, some canon divergence, pet names (princess, baby, pretty boy), swearing, angst, details of death, death, eddie x reader, established relationship, fem!reader

This is a Henderson sister!reader and Eddie x Reader fic

You, Dustin and Eddie bolt from the top of the trailer as the demobats rain down from above. Eddie holds the door for you and Dustin to follow behind him before slamming it shut.

“That.. was so.. METAL.” Dustin all but shrieks. The three of you jump around and laugh. Your mind replaying what just happened.

The three of you were on top of the trailer. Eddie had his guitar in hand, readying himself to play to distract the demobats and lure them from the Creel house for Nancy, Steve and Robin to get in and destroy Vecna. At this point you were just waiting for the signal.

“Munson,” you say softly. Eddie jumps at the sound before smiling.

“Yes princess?” He says swinging his guitar around to rest on his back, grabbing your waist to pull you closer. You smile and throw your arms around his shoulders.

“Can’t believe this is happening,” you say with a frown. “I’m…” you trail off.

Eddie don’t need you to finish. It’s written all over your face, hangs in the air like a thick tension. “I know baby,” he responds softly. “I’m terrified too.”

You lean your head towards him and he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. Sighing, you pull your head back to look into his soft beautiful brown eyes.

“I-“ you begin, your voice wavering and tears beginning to form. “What if something happens? What… what if we don’t make it in time?”

He takes your face gently in his hands and places a soft kiss on your lips. He smiles softly at you when he pulls away.

“We can do this. We may not be heroes like Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington, but we make kick ass support.”

You giggle at his joke.

“There’s the sound I love most,” he says. Eddie pulls your face towards his again and places another kiss on your lips, this one filled with more passion, more hunger.

“I love you,” you say to him.

“And I love you.”

Dustin reappears and groans. “Get a room, Munson. That’s my sister.”

Eddie flips him off and kisses you quickly again before moving to take his place near one of the amps. You sit next to Dustin nearby, leg bouncing impatiently.

“It’s time,” Dustin calls to your boyfriend. Eddie takes his guitar from his back and readies it. Dustin plugs the cord connected to Eddie’s guitar into the amp next to him.

Eddie flashes you his heartbreaking smile, kisses the pick around his neck and pays homage to your friend Chrissy, who’d already fallen prey to Vecna’s attack.

A rattling against the grates brings you back to reality. You reach for Dustin and push him behind you as you and Eddie move to protect him, shields and spears raised. The grate busts and you can see the demobats trying to claw their way into the trailer.

Eddie reacts and shoves the shield up to the ceiling to cover the hole. The three of you sigh with relief but it’s short lived.

“Eddie, the one in the bedroom!” You gasp, remembering the second grate in the trailer. The three of you rush to the back of the Munson home and realize you’re too late. The demobats pour through and begin flying all around.

“Go, go, go,” Eddie shouts, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

“We have to get back to the other side,” you yell over the noise from the bedroom. “Dustin, you first!”

He tries to protest but you glare at him. “Dustin please, go!”

He huffs at you and climbs up the makeshift rope connecting the upside down and your reality. He lands on the mattress on the other side with a grunt.

You grab the rope, ready to climb to safety but you take a glance back at Eddie, but get the sense that something’s wrong with him.

“Eddie..” you question.

“Princess go, we don’t have the time,” he pleads, with you. He pushes you up slightly. You pause a moment more before you hear the door splintering.

Demobats start poking out of the broken wood and you gasp. Dropping back to the ground, you take advantage of Eddie’s shock and shove him into the bathroom and push a chair under the handle before you grip the spear and shield.

He pounds on the door and tries the handle. “Y/N! Open the fucking door! Y/N!!!”

“I can’t do that Eds,” you call to him.

“Y/N!”

You can hear Dustin screaming at you from above.

“I love you Dusty. Be good for mom.” You say, before you cut the rope and run out of the trailer, Dustin and Eddie’s screaming echoing in your ears.

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The demobats have you in their sights. You hopped on one of the bikes and had tried riding away, fatigue getting the best of you before you made it too far. You stand and face the swirling mob in front of you.

The only thought in your head was to save Eddie and Dustin, your safety be damned. You only hoped Nancy, Steve and Robin could get Vecna in time.

“Come on,” you scream, banging the spear and shield together. “Come get me you bastards.”

The snarling and screeching from the demobats grow louder as they make their dives towards you.

You hold the shield up as the first few make it to you. Shrieks falling as the bats hit your shield and slam into the ground. The force of them pushes you back a few inches.

At that moment you feel claws along your shoulder and the pain cause you to drop the shield. It clatters to the ground amongst the bodies of the creatures and you turn and run farther away.

You come to a stand still, having no where to go as the grotesque creatures are swarmed around you, circling in a tornado of flesh and screeching. You’re trapped, unsure of what to do, armed only with a spear now.

You take a shaky breath in. Of all the stupid things you’ve done, this was by far the dumbest, but you wouldn’t have done it any other way.

Saving the two most important people in your life was well worth whatever you were about to face.

The bats go silent for a moment, pulling you from your thoughts. It lasts a split second before they are diving at you again. You manage to hit the first few but a long tail wraps around your neck and throws you to the ground. The wind gets knocked out of you as you feel claws and teeth digging into your flesh.

You cry out in pain, begging and pleading as the tail around your neck tightens and you find it harder and harder to breathe. Your vision is blurry from lack of oxygen and the tears that have sprung up. More teeth and claws dig into your abdomen, you can feel the chunks being ripped away.

And then suddenly it stops. Everything is quiet. Hundreds of the demobats drop to the ground, their bodies creating a wave of thuds around you. When they still you can hear faint yelling, growing closer and closer to you.

A choked sob can be heard directly above you now and you weakly open your eyes.

“There’s my pretty boy,” you say with a smile, coughing.

“Oh god, f-fuck you’re still a-alive,” Eddie gasps out. He pulls your head into his lap. “Hen-Henderson, we have to- we have to stop the bleeding.”

Dustin lands on his knees with a thud next to you, tears streaming down his face. “Y/N?”

“Mmm, hey Dusty.”

“Why would you- why did you do that?!” He questions you, pressing his palms into your side, trying anything to stop you from bleeding out.

You cough again and whine as the pain shoots up your side, feeling like flames whipping across your body. Eddie’s hands are gripping yours so tightly. “M’feelsgood Eds.” You try to reach your arm out to touch his face but it feels like lead. “Had t-t-to save my b-boys.”

Eddie chokes on another sob, one hand reaching to cup your face. “Princess…”

“S’okay Eddie. P-promise.”

The three of you fall silent, the boys working to stop your wounds from bleeding. Eventually the pain fades and you smile weakly.

“M-must be working. Can hardly f-feel it anymore,” you say to your brother and your boyfriend.

“Eddie-“ you hear Dustin say.

“I- we- fucking shit,” he starts cursing under his breath. “Hey Princess? Come on let’s get you up. We- fuck we gotta go.” He wraps his arms under yours and tries hoisting you up from the ground.

“I just mmmm I need a mi- minute, s’kay?”

“Y/N, baby, we don’t have a- a god damn minute. Y-y-“ he can’t finish his thought.

You ponder for a moment. “I- I’m dying huh?”

Eddie and Dustin are silent, tears streaming down their faces.

“Eddie?”

“Ye-yeah Y/N. Y-you’re d-dying.” A strange noise claws it’s way out of Dustin’s chest.

“Mmm m-my b-boys are safe. T-that’s g-good enough for m-me,” you respond softly, coughing again and tasting the blood in your mouth.

“Baby, please don’t leave me. I love you. I- fuck, I need you. Dustin needs you. We all- shit we all need you. I can’t fucking live without you.”

“A-always l-loved a flare f-for the d-drama, huh Munson?” Your breathing starts to slow down, Eddie and Dustin panicking.

“Baby please,” Eddie pleads with you. “Let’s get you out of here, please.”

“Kiss me Munson,” you manage to get out. He hesitates before he nods and slowly leans into you, your lips touching gently. Your head rests back on Eddie’s legs, feeling heavy. “Mmm- I love you. B-both of you.”

You take one more shallow breath in and exhale. “Forever Eddie.”

“Y/N?!” Dustin screams.

“FUCK!” Eddie roars.

You drift off in the arms of the man you love most.

—————

Eddie and Dustin sit in the Henderson home.

“Dustin..” Eddie begins to say. He’s cut off. There’s a screeching noise that comes to a halt outside.

Loud voices of their friends can be heard through the windows and the door busts open. Everyone piles into the living room, groans of pain and talking about what they were going to do next. Something about how Vecna had disappeared and all of Hawkins was littered with portals to the upside down, Eddie wasn’t sure.

“Hey where’s y/n?” Steve says.

Dustin and Eddie are quiet, looking anywhere but at the group.

“Dustin?” Lucas calls softly.

Dustin looks over finally, tears falling from his eyes. “I- she…”

Gasps ring out as Dustin struggles to say something, anything. Steve, Lucas and Max rush to his side.

Robin and Nancy sit down on the couch next to Eddie and Robin grips his hand. “Eddie, it’s- she’s not-“ Robin starts to say.

Eddie pulls away from Robin, standing up and wiping his tears and nose with the back of his hand. “Yeah. She… fuck.. she’s gone.”

Eddie punches the wall and stalks to Y/N’s bedroom where he and Dustin had carried her and laid her peacefully, as if she was simply sleeping. Sobs and cries of distress are heard from the living room as he slams Y/N’s door.

Dragging the chair from Y/N’s vanity over to the bed, Eddie sits down next to her and grips her hand tightly.

He drops his head into his free hand and curses under his breath, tears flowing freely now. He barely registers the door opening behind him but he hears it click shut.

“Please.. just.. please go away.” He pleads with the person who entered the room.

A gasp leaves the persons throat as they see the damage littered across Y/N’s body laying on the soft mattress.

“Eddie,” it’s Robin’s voice he hears. “What… what happened?”

Eddie begins telling Robin everything that led up to the demobats getting into the trailer.

“She fucking..” he continues before he moves his hand away from her body, placing it under his head. Both palms dig into his eye sockets as he tries to fight back the agony within him threatening to break loose. “She pushed me into the fucking bathroom and jammed it with a chair. By the time Dustin…. By the time he made it back through the portal and got me out, it was too late.”

Robin places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and turns him to face her. She pulls him into a hug as he sobs against her. “It- it should’ve… fucking should’ve been me. I should’ve- I should’ve saved her. I- it was like she knew. I had… fuck I was going to buy them more time. It should be me lying there Robin. Not her.” He chokes out, sobs wracking through his body. “She.. I held her as she… god as she- Fuck she’s dead Rob. She’s just..”

“Eddie,” Robin sushes him gently. “You and I both know Y/N was… stubborn as hell. I think she did what she thought was right. She… hell she saved y’all. And…” her voice falters, the sound barely above a whisper now. “I can’t believe she’s gone.”

Eddie’s voice grow louder as he speaks into Robin’s body. “I can’t- I can’t live without her Rob. She’s my everything.” Robin tries her best to soothe him, her own tears falling heavily now.

“I know Eddie. Believe me when I tell you this, but she loved you with everything she had. She- we talked about it often, how much you meant to her, how much she loved you. You’re- from the day you met, Y/N only ever wanted you. You were it.”

Eddie leans back in the chair pulling away from Robin. “She was the only person I ever truly loved. The one who made me feel safe. And I failed her.”

It was quiet between him and Robin for a long time. Eventually, all of Eddie’s tears were spent, but he knew what he had to do.

He stood suddenly, startling Robin.

“I’m going to kill that son of a bitch once and for all. I’m going to take Vecna down.”

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