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eddiesgirlstevesbabe · 9 months

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Laundry Day

Pairing: SteveHarringtonxReader

Summary: You and Steve have been roommates for a year and you've been harboring a huge crush on him for all that time. He just broke up with his girlfriend and laundry day may just give you the opening you've been looking for.

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Fingernails clacking along the surface of the small wood table in your apartment’s kitchen, you sat in your oversized night shirt, drinking your cup of coffee, antagonizing over your thoughts. You were overthinking every miniscule detail, worrying about what would happen if you did what you had wanted to do for months. You lifted the mug to your lips, taking a long slow drink, willing the caffeine to spark some definite conclusion in your brain.

You’d been living with Steve for a year and it hadn’t taken long for you to develop a crush on him. Yeah, there’d been instant physical attraction. Who could blame you? The man was the epitome of beautiful with that head of hair that made people’s heads turn with envy. Every day was a good hair day for him and when he’d run his fingers through it, ugh, forget it. Those eyes like caramel, melting everyone who looked into them. But even more than that, when Steve looked at you, he made you feel safe and comfortable, his eyes like a warm hug to your soul.

Yeah, physically Steve Harrington was perfect from the hair on his head to the hair on his chest that you were desperate to feel under your fingers. But it was more than that. He was the guy who always had your back, the guy you could rely on in any situation no matter what. He was sweet and kind and he put others before himself. He was an absolutely deadly combination and one that was threatening to end you if you didn’t either get over this or make a move.

You’d thought about it, multiple times, but Steve had been in a relationship for the last couple months. Just when you’d decided you were going to go for it, he’d waltzed in the door with Tina on his arm, eager to introduce her to his roommate. You’d suffered with a smile on your face watching them cuddle on kiss on the couch, often finding excuses to head off to your room and get away. But they’d broken up last week and he didn’t even seem that upset about it. He’d said it was for the best. She wasn’t the one, yada, yada…the same shit he’d set about the previous one, Julie or Jenny? Something like that. It was hard to keep up when the man had five short-term relationships in the year you’d lived together, not to mention the random dates that turned into nothing.

If you’d learned anything, it was that Steve Harrington didn’t like to stay single for long. So, if you were going to make your move you were going to have to do it quickly. You worried what would happen if he rejected you. Would you be able to stay here with him knowing you weren’t good enough for him? What if he reciprocated and then it all blew up in your face? You loved living with Steve. He was the easiest roommate you’d ever had but there was no way this situation would continue. There was no way you’d be able to go back to being friends. But could you keep pretending every single day that you were just his friend? That you were content? That you didn’t want so much more?

“Hey,” Steve called out, causing you to jump as he barreled through your thoughts. He stood in front of you in a pair of gray sweats and a dark blue fitted tee that left little to the imagination. Of course he was already up and dressed. He’d probably been out running and showered while you were still lazily snoring into your pillow. “I was going to run down to do some laundry. You got anything you need washed?”

“Oh…yeah. Hang on,” you replied, jumping up. You ran into your room and grabbed your bag of dirty clothes. The two of you often took turns, washing each other's stuff so you didn’t both get stuck down in the dungeon that was the laundry room. You carried it back in, setting it on the floor in front of him. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” He hefted your bag over his left shoulder as his was already on his right, the muscles in his arms rippling with the move, and turned toward the door.

That’s when it happened. It was impulsive, possibly the dumbest thing you’d ever done. You hadn’t even thought it through but it was too late now as you stood there with your shirt bunched in your hands after quickly pulling it over your head.

“Hey Steve, I have one more thing for the laundry,” you called out, biting your bottom lip, wishing for a split second that you could reach out and pull those words back into your mouth.

Maybe he would have just headed out the door, his back to you, never the wiser that you had stripped down your underwear in front of him. But that option vanished as he turned at your words, that soft smile disappearing as his jaw dropped, caramel eyes wide when he took in the sight of you standing in front of him in nothing but a little scrap of pink fabric.

“I…what…uh…” he stammered, lost for words, his brain trying to process the situation that was happening right now. His eyes roam over every inch of your body and then he looks quickly away, as if he can possibly salvage being a gentleman in this moment after seeing you bared in front of him.

You start to lose your nerve, wondering if this was a bad idea. Was he looking away because he was nervous or was he looking away because he hadn’t ever thought about you like that? Either way, there was no turning back. It was now or never.

“What are you doing?” Steve laughed, the sound broken like a record, cracked and distorted.

Pulling your upper lip between your teeth, you took a step forward, dropping your shirt on the floor. With more confidence than you felt, you placed your palms against his chest, the space between your thighs pulsing at just this simple touch, the warmth of his body through his shirt seeping into your skin.

You didn’t think you had the ability to speak at the moment, the words lodged in your throat like a massive ball of glue that you couldn’t swallow. So, you decided to show him. Taking that chiseled jaw in your hand, you turned his face to yours as you lifted onto your toes and pressed your lips firmly against his.

Any doubt that he wanted you faded fast as the laundry bags hit the floor with a soft thunk, those long, thick fingers slipping into your hair, massive hands covering the entire back of your head. He kissed you like he was suffocating and you were pure oxygen, pulling everything that you were into himself, moving forward until you were backed up against the counter.

It was electric sparks exploding everywhere, every nerve ending in your body was being awoken and set ablaze with the feel of his lips against yours. Your heart was beating hard and fast, threatening to smash your chest wide open. Hands grasped at his shirt, the two of you pulling apart just long enough for you to yank it over his head and toss it. Your fingers instantly sought out the coarse hair over his chest, the hair you’d dreamed of feeling against your skin. The hair that was always teasing you, just a bit peeking out of the bottom of his v-necks or his tanks, taunting you because you could look but never touch.

You pulled your mouth from his, hungry to taste more of him, to commit every single inch of him to memory. Your lips traveled along his jaw, inhaling the smell of the ocean-scented body wash he always used. Tasting his skin with your tongue, you groaned at the salty tang that tingled over your taste buds. Teeth nipped at the hard line, a pulse sent straight to your core as he released the most delicious moan, vibrations you could feel traveling along his throat.

His pleasure only leaves you wanting to give him more, to cause him to make more sounds, sounds that are for you. It’s like a drug and you don’t think you could ever get enough as you continue exploring. Lips, tongue, and teeth licking, nipping, teasing his throat, his chest. You flicked your tongue along his nipple, relishing the growl that rumbled from within his chest. You moved further south, tongue exploring every ridge of his hard stomach until you arrived at the small patch of hair that would you lead you to the treasure you’d been seeking.

Dropping to your knees, your fingers gripped the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down, your lips pressing over every inch of skin as it was exposed. His pelvis, his hip, and finally his cock was free, springing loose in front of her face. Jesus, the man had been going commando. Did he really walk around in those sweats with nothing underneath? Flashes of him sitting next to you on the couch watching tv or standing beside you in the kitchen while you got your coffee…had he really been commando?

“Jesus Christ,” Steve breathed, looking down at you on your knees. “Is this really happening?”

You smiled up at him as you took the base of him in your hand, marveling at the thickness of him, the way the large vein on the underside pulsed at the simplest touch. He was already rock hard, the tip flushed with arousal, a glisten of precum on the very tip. You collected it with your tongue, smirking when he hissed, and then buried your nose in that ridge where his hip met his pelvis, moving your fingers gently over him.

You pressed open mouthed kisses to his inner thigh, his pelvis bone, just above the base of him until he was grunting with frustration. One large hand tangled in your hair, gripping it tightly and you wrapped your lips around him, your tongue moving along the ridge underneath before making figure eights on the tip. His flesh was so soft against your tongue while also being so rigid within your mouth. You sucked on just the tip, your tongue playing over the slit as your hand moved in half circles around the rest of him, your hand not able to close on his girth.

“Holy shit, angel…” Steve groaned, the sound of that pet name sending new zings of pleasure through you. You glanced up at him, his back arched, one hand gripping your hair, the other bunched into a fist at his side. He looked so goddamn beautiful.

You slowly took more of him into your mouth, having to stretch your lips wide to accommodate him. You allowed the tip of him to slip against your cheek, ignoring the aching sensation to slip your hand between your legs, your own need pulsing. You worked to take all of him, relaxing your jaw and muscles, feeling the tip of him scratching the back of your throat and he softly growled, his fingers tugging on your hair.

“Yes, angel…just like that…fuck…”

The soft pull on your hair, along with his sounds of pleasure only spurred you on. You had never, in your life, been so turned on by giving a man head before. It was so satisfying to know how much pleasure you could provide him. He was so damn vocal and you loved every second.

You could feel the slick moisture between your legs as he bucked his hips, sending himself farther into your mouth. You moved your hands in a circular motion around the shaft as you pulled the length of him in and out of your mouth. You slid one hand down to cradle his balls, rolling them around in your palm before tugging them gently down.

“Jesus fucking Christ…I…shit…” Steve grunted and then his hands were on your arms. He lifted you up onto your feet, pressing you back against the wall and you let out a squeak of shock. He fell to his knees in front of you.

“Steve,” you began to protest, wanting to finish, wanting to give him release.

“Quiet angel. The first time I cum in you, it won’t be in your mouth. But I am going to make you cum,” he replied, pressing his nose against the front of your panties. He moaned at the scent of your desire, feeling how wet you already were for him. Steve grabbed the edge of your panties between his teeth, slowly sliding them down your legs. Gripping one ankle and then the other, he lifted each leg to remove them completely. Keeping his hand around your ankle, he lifted your leg up and over his shoulder so you were completely open to him.

Steve lips pressed just inside your knee, following a slow, tortuous path along your inner thigh. You whimpered, rocking your hips forward in an attempt to get him where you needed him so badly. Steve’s hands seized your hips, blanketing them completely, holding them still. He pressed a gentle kiss to your center, relishing the sigh of pleasure that fell from your lips. Then he moved away, pressing his lips along your other thigh. You growled in frustration and he laughed, pressing his lips along your pubic bone, just above where you were desperate for him to be.

“Steve…Jesus Christ…please…” you pleaded, your eyes imploring him to finally end this torment, this horrid need you’d had for far too long, far longer than just today.

Grinning up at you, his tongue darted out, slipping inside you as his nose bumped over your clit and you shuddered, a guttural groan rising from your chest. Fuck, you always knew that nose would be ridable. Steve’s tongue moved inside of you, exploring, rolling around, up and down. Your hips began to move with his ministrations, rocking against his face desperately.

“Fuck…Steve…” you moaned, your hands rising above your head and slamming loudly against the wall.

Steve’s tongue slid along the length of you and up to your clit, flicking over it gently until your heart was pounding as if you had just completed a half marathon. His fingers replaced his tongue, two thick digits pressing into you, curling, causing stars to flash before your eyes. He formed slow circles around your clit before sucking it between his teeth like a butterscotch candy.

“Yes, yes…Jesus Christ, yes!” you cried. “That’s so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m so close. Fuuuuccccckkkk!”

Steve groaned as he tasted your pleasure flowing over his tongue as you hit your peak. Your body shuddered violently, your hand coming to clutch his head against you for purchase as your legs trembled beneath you. As he felt your climax ebbing, he released his fingers from within you, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit that had you whimpering.

Standing, he gripped your ass in his hands, lifting you up with your back propped against the wall. He slowly guided you down onto him, stretching you inch by inch as he allowed you time to adjust to his girth. Shit, the sensation was burning but so fucking good as your body accommodated him. You let out a cry of satisfaction as he bottomed out within you, your hands gripping his shoulders.

Steve began to thrust, sending you slamming back into the wall with each forward movement of his hips. Your nails dug into his flesh and he grunted low. Your back arched against the wall, your breasts pushed up in front of his face and he bent his head, running his tongue along your flesh, teasing each bud into a hard little peak.

“Angel…goddamn, you feel so fucking good. So much better than the scenarios I dreamed up alone in my room, my hand wrapped around my cock, trying to pretend it was your pussy,” he groaned, running his teeth over the skin of your collarbone.

You groaned, tingles racing over your skin, your center tightening at his confession, at the thought that he’d thought about this moment too. You tightened your grip on his shoulders as you began lifting your body and bringing it back down, your hips slamming against his, meeting his rhythm.

“I’ve wanted you, wanted this for so long,” you confessed, your eyes completely focused on him. He picked up the pace, thrusting against you so hard that he had to tighten his grip on your hips so you didn’t both fall. “Fuck, I’ve wanted you to touch me…to touch you…”

“Me too,” he whispered with a smile. “Jesus Christ, you are everything I could have imagined and so much more.”

Keeping one hand on your hip, he gripped your hair in his other hand, pulling your head to the side. Steve ran his tongue along the side of your neck before his lips latched over the skin, suckling, marking you, finally making you his the way you’ve always wanted.

Your muscles clamped down around him, pulling him in even tighter and he moaned against your flesh. You screamed his name, your released crashing over you and he quickly followed, hips slamming up into you one more time, fingertips digging into your hips as his whole body stilled beneath you, his pleasure flooding you.

Sinking to the floor, he brought you with him, holding you tightly against his chest. You whimpered softly, pressing your forehead against his. You trembled in his arms from the release of adrenaline, your nerves quickly flooding back, doubts pouring in. You had to know.

“Uh…so when you said you wanted me…did you mean, I mean, was this like a one time thing? Just you were curious what sex with me was like or something? Because if so, I totally understand and I…”

Steve’s fingers pinched your lips together as he laughed, “Alright, nervous girl. No. I didn’t just wonder what sex with you was like. I mean, I did and it was…fuck, that was amazing, angel. But I don’t just want sex. I’ve also wanted to know what holding your hand was like.” His fingers laced through yours. “What it would be like to be able to kiss you whenever I want.” He removed his finger from your lips, replacing it with his own, the kiss soft and sweet. “I wanted sex but I also want everything else.”

His words were that scented candle you just bought and burned because it smelled so good, it was that feeling you get when the kitchen is perfectly clean and tidy, it was a comforting meal, a warm bubble bath, a cool rain finally falling after days of heat. It was everything you could have wanted, everything that made you happy all wrapped up with a beautiful bow.

“You can definitely kiss me…anywhere you want…whenever you want,” you assured him, wrapping your arms around his neck with an eager smile. “In fact, I demand it.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, that cute little smirk you loved so much appearing, just for you.

You nodded and then his lips were on yours and you couldn’t remember what you’d been so nervous for because you and him, this was meant to be.

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eddiesgirlstevesbabe · 10 months

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Steddie X Babysitter!Reader

So I may or may not have become obsessed with a few older!eddie and older!steve x babysitter fics, and it inspired me to write this 🖤 didn’t intend for it to be quite so long but I couldn’t stop myself once I got going!

Warnings: age gap (reader is 20, Eddie & Steve are mid-late thirties), smut - oral m & f receiving, fingering, unprotected p in v, masturbation, mentions of smoking and mild alcohol use

A/N: This fic is my baby it’s honestly taken me forever so I hope u like it 🖤 this is a modern AU, lots of fluff, slow burn vibes, friends to lovers (more like employers to friends to lovers I guess?) feedback is very much appreciated! 16.5k

Find Part 2 here!

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The wrought iron gates tower above you, the metal twisted at the top in elegant spirals finished with sharp points. Behind them a long winding driveway leads to an impressive home, all ebony black wood and enormous shining windows.

Pressing the button on the intercom you wait anxiously until a voice cuts through the static.

“Hello?”

“Um hi. It’s Y/N.”

“Oh hi Y/N! Come on in.”

A loud buzz makes you jump, and slowly the gates begin to pull open. You climb back into your car, making your way up the drive. You park next to a very expensive looking BMW, cringing at the sight of your own vehicle besides it, marked with dents and scrapes, the bumper held on with duct tape.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you bend down to check your reflection in the wing mirror, smoothing your hair in place to make you look more presentable. You approach the front door, reaching for the bell but before you can ring it the door swings open, revealing your potential new employer.

You weren’t sure exactly who you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t someone like him. When your Mom had come home from grocery shopping the day before, she called you down to the kitchen to help unpack the bags.

“I met someone interesting at the store today.” she said as she loaded fresh vegetables into the fridge.

“Oh yeah?” You teased playfully, wiggling your brows at her.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes at you.

“Not like that. Someone interesting for you.”

You groaned then.

“Mom no offence but I really don’t need you trying to set me up with someone.”

“Not like that for you either!” she swats at you with a cucumber, and you laugh as you dodge the assault.

“He was stood behind me in the check out line. I could hear him on the phone, he was cancelling some plans, said he didn’t have a babysitter. So when he got off the call I started talking to him, telling him about you. Apparently his previous sitter just left for college, and he was struggling to find someone to replace them. I told him you’ve looked after loads of kids in our neighbourhood over the years, and he seemed pretty keen so I gave him your number.”

“So now you’re just giving my number out to random men at the grocery store huh?” She rolled her eyes at your teasing.

“Yeah well I thought it might be handy for you to make a little extra cash. He said they need someone fairly regular, so you might even be able to cut down your hours at Enzo’s, I know you don’t like it there much.”

She was right about that, you didn’t much care for waitressing. And you had to admit you’d always been a good babysitter, you’d spent so much time over the years looking after the kids on your street you were like the honorary big sister of the neighbourhood. So maybe this could work out.

Your phone rang later that afternoon. Steve Harrington had introduced himself, and asked if you’d be willing to come over the next day to meet him and his family properly.

“Don’t you want to ask me some more questions first? You don’t really know anything about me, I could be a crazy murderer for all you know.”

A deep throaty laugh played out through the speaker held to your ear.

“Your Mom told me plenty about you earlier, so I think I’ve got enough information to go off. Besides, what are the chances that we’d both be crazy murderers?”

You giggled then, agreeing to come by his home the next day.

And that’s how you found yourself here, standing on Steve Harrington’s doorstep with your jaw hanging open in surprise. He was tall and broad, subtly defined muscles showing under his tight white shirt. His frame could’ve easily made him intimidating, but the crooked grin spread across his face put your mind at easily immediately. Bright hazel eyes twinkled at you from behind thick lashes, creases at the corners of his eyes deepening when he smiled. A mop of thick chestnut hair flopped across his forehead, and he pushed it back with a large hand. It gave him a boyish charm, but if you had to guess you would have put him in his mid thirties. He was gorgeous.

He chuckles, and you realise with horror that he’s said something that you’ve been too dumbstruck to hear.

“Uh, sorry. W-what?” you stammer, cheeks warming with embarrassment.

“I said aren’t you going to come in honey?”

You nod, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips at him calling you honey. Keep it together you think, getting a crush on your new employer isn't a good start.

You nudge off your sneakers by the door and follow him through the grand open hallway down to the kitchen. It’s huge, sleek marble countertops and a matching island in the centre, endless white cabinets, and a large stainless steel fridge. Steve motions for you to take a seat at the island, and as you hop up on the stool you watch as he grabs a couple of glasses, filling them with ice water from the dispenser on the fridge door. He slides one across to you and you squeak out a thank you, taking a small sip to try and calm your nerves. He takes a seat beside you, and you try to ignore the way your heart thumps as his knee knocks against your own.

“You have a beautiful home.” You say as you take in your surroundings. A large window above the sink shows an equally impressive garden, so big you can’t see the end from where you sit.

“Thank you. I promise it’s never usually this neat though, I had a quick tidy before you came this morning.”

“Well it’s hard to keep things perfect all the time when you’ve got kids.” You offer.

He smiles. “Yeah the little rascals make a mess wherever they go. They should be back in a few minutes, my partner took them for a walk to try and tire them out.”

He takes a sip of his water, and you notice a thick gold band shining around his ring finger.

“So how old are you Y/N?”

“20.”

“You always lived in Hawkins?”

“No. My Mom and I moved here from Indianapolis when I was 12.”

He grins. “So you went to Hawkins High?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. How come you’re not in college?” There’s no judgement in his tone, he just seems genuinely interested.

You shrug your shoulders. “It just never really appealed to me. All my friends went, but I wanted to stay here with my Mom. So I’ve just been working odd jobs for the last couple of years.”

“What do you do?” you ask, wondering what kind of jobs pays a salary large enough for a house like this.

“I have my own business. Well it’s more of an organisation really, we offer support and opportunities for less advantaged kids in the area.” He reaches for his glass again.

“And your wife?” you say, with a nod of your head to his ring. “What does she do?”

Steve’s eyes widen and he chokes on his water, face blushing a deep merlot as he splutters.

“My w-wife?! Um well-“

“Dada!”

You both turn in surprise at the high pitched voice ringing down the hallway. The patter of tiny bare feet slapping on the tiled floor follows as a small girl runs into the kitchen. She stops in her tracks when she sees you.

“Hey baby!” Steve coos, sliding off his stool. “Come say hi to Y/N.”

The girl doesn’t move, just stares at you. Her round doe eyes the deepest shade of burnt umber, it’s hard to see where her pupils begin and irises end. She blinks slowly, black lashes kissing her cheeks with every sweep. You give her a small wave and your most reassuring smile, and you’re relieved to see she relaxes, a shy smile forming on her pouty pink lips.

Louder footsteps echo from the hallway along with the soft clink of chains. A tall slender man, probably a similar age to Steve stands in the doorway. The chubby baby balanced on his hip grabs handfulls of the man’s long curly hair in his pudgy fists, pulling hard enough to elicit a wince.

‘Move out the way stinky butt.” he says to the girl, nudging her with his foot as he tries to gently untangle his hair from the babies grip.

She turns to him with a playful scowl.

“I’m not a stink butt! You a stink butt Daddy!” she shouts.

Daddy. Oh.

Steve clears his throat, getting the attention of the curly haired man who’s yet to notice the total stranger sitting in his kitchen.

He looks up at Steve, then across at you. The same dark eyes as his daughter, and the same thick black lashes. He smiles broadly at you, small crinkles by his eyes the only giveaway of his age, he could easily be mistaken for someone much younger.

“Ahh the new babysitter.”

“Yeah, Y/N.” Steve says.

The man takes a few steps towards you, the silver chains hanging from his jeans clinking again. You stand quickly, extending your hand to shake his own, but you’re surprised when he thrusts the baby boy into your arms instead.

“Hold this for me babe.” he says with a wink. You nod, incapable of speech. He’s devastatingly handsome, so much so it feels like your brain is short circuiting just from him standing so close. He makes his way across the kitchen, pouring out a cup of coffee and leaning back against the worktops, arms crossed as he looks over you from head to toe. You squirm under his gaze, and turn your attention to the child nestled in your arms.

Surprisingly, he seems fine with being shoved into the arms of a stranger. He blinks up at you from where his head rests back against the crook of your elbow, soft tufts of chestnut hair tickling your skin. You coo to him softly, stroking your finger across the perfect skin of his cheeks, smooth and unblemished. You rock your hips slowly from side to side, the gentle motion causing his lids to grow heavy. You smile to yourself before looking back up at the two men.

“So who’s this little cherub?” you ask quietly.

“I’m Eddie.”

You giggle, and Steve scoffs.

“Don’t laugh, you’ll only encourage him Y/N.” He comes to stand in front of you, gently stroking the hair of the now sleeping baby.

“This is Ben.”

“Aaaaand this-“ Eddie says, picking up the little girl and swinging her upside down as she squeals, “is Isla.”

“Daddy! Down!”

Eddie relents, placing Isla back on her feet. You lower yourself down to a crouch in front of her.

“It’s nice to meet you Isla. I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N” she repeats back softly.

“Y/N is going to help look after you and Ben.” Steve says as you stand back up.

“If - if you want to, I mean.” He looks at you nervously, his plump bottom lip caught between his teeth. For a second you’re confused by his anxiousness but then the penny drops. He’s unsure if you’re comfortable with their family dynamic. With him and Eddie.

“Of course I want to.”

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The Munson-Harrington residence quickly begins to feel like a second home. They offer you enough hours for you to give up waitressing at Enzo’s completely (you got a great satisfaction from handing in your notice to your dickhead manager). They also pay you far better than any job you’ve ever had, and you try to protest that it’s too much, which they both dismiss quickly.

It’s not like they can’t afford it. Despite Steve’s work being non-profit you learn over coffee in the kitchen one morning in early fall that his parents had a lot of money, and he’d invested what they’d given him wisely, allowing him to focus on his charity work. Eddie was hugely successful too, a hot shot music producer. He’d proudly showed you around his home studio, laughing as you gawped at the gold records hanging from the walls, and the photos of him alongside some of the huge bands he’d worked with. The nature of their jobs meant they both spent a lot of time working from home, but they needed you to keep an eye on the kids so they could both have some peace and quiet while they worked.

You quickly fell into a routine, spending most of your days there. You loved every minute of it, you adored both of the children instantly. Ben was an exceptionally happy baby, he rarely cried, just content to bounce around on your hip while you fussed over Isla. She was a sweetheart, but she had a lot of energy, clearly inheriting Eddie’s inability to sit still. In the first few weeks you’d play with her for hours out in the garden, trying to tire her out enough to go down for a nap in the afternoon. As the children snoozed in their bedrooms you’d find odd jobs to do around the house, tidying up toys or wiping down the kitchen worktops.

“You don’t need to do that you know honey.” Steve said, leaning in the doorway to the utility room.

Eddie had just got back from a few days in New York, and you’d unpacked his suitcase, loading his worn clothes into the washing machine.

“I don’t mind.” you replied as you fiddled with the settings on the machine. “I just like to make your lives easier in any way I can.”

“You definitely do. I don’t know what we’d do without you around here.”

You smiled up at him, his praise making your heart flutter. It was almost embarrassing how desperate you were to please them both, bursting with pride at every compliment they’d give you.

“Come on, I just made coffee. I’m taking a break and Ed’s is going to catch us up on his trip.”

You take Steve’s outstretched hand, walking with him back to the living room as your skin tingled at the contact. The two men were surprisingly affectionate with you, not that you were complaining. Whenever Steve would put his hands on your waist to manoeuvre past you in the kitchen, or Eddie would pull you in for a hug when you arrived in the morning your heart pounded in your chest. It was stupid, you knew that. You’d never seen two people more in love than Eddie and Steve, their adoration for one another obvious in their every interaction. But there was a lot of love in this happy home, and you were more than willing to take whatever was left for you.

Eddie sat sprawled at one end of the sofa, his feet propped up on the mahogany coffee table. He grinned when he saw you enter the room, hand in hand with his husband, and he patted the empty cushion beside him. You sank down onto the soft leather, wedged between the two men. You sipped your coffee while Eddie gave you and Steve all the gossip from his trip, the frontman of the band he was working with having some big diva tantrums. You were doing your best to concentrate, but you were accurately aware of Steve’s arm draped across the back of the couch behind you, his finger tips delicately brushing your sweater clad shoulder. You were just relaxing back into his touch when the baby monitor crackled with static, and a soft cry played out, Ben letting you know he was awake. You jumped up, smoothing down your skirt.

“Duty calls.” You smiled. Steve’s arm hovered awkwardly in the space you’d just left, and he quickly pulled it back to his side, forcing a smile and nodding at you. You suddenly felt like you’d done something wrong, he looked tense. Ben’s wails increased in desperation, so you left the two men sitting alone, heading up the large spiral staircase to soothe the baby.

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A few days later you sat in the kitchen, Isla happily munching on a PB&J while you spooned a jar of what could only be described as green mush into Ben’s gummy mouth. Steve was out at work, and Eddie had been in his studio all day, clearly absorbed in whatever he was working on, you’d noticed the coffee pot hadn’t been touched since breakfast and he’d usually be on his fifth cup by now. You glanced up at the clock, realising he wouldn’t have eaten since this morning either. You wiped Ben’s face with a wet wipe, before grabbing a couple of slices of bread and slapping on a generous dollop of peanut butter.

“I don’t want more.” Isla mumbled through a half chewed mouthful, crumbs spraying across the island in front of her.

“I know baby,” you said, ruffling her silky dark curls, “I’m going to take this to Daddy.”

With Isla cuddled up on the sofa watching Alice In Wonderland (for the third time this week) and Ben snoring softly in his Moses basket, you picked up the sandwich and steaming mug of coffee, making your way to the studio. After a few soft knocks with no answer you gingerly opened the door, peeking round to see Eddie at his desk. His hair was tied in a loose bun at the nape of his neck, music bleeding through his headphones as he clicked on his laptop. Seeing you step into the room he slipped off his headphones, spinning in his chair grinning.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“No no sweetheart, you’re fine. What ya got there?”

“Thought you might want some lunch” you said, placing the sandwich down on the desk.

“You always look after me so well princess.” Your face heats up, and Eddie grins at your squirming. His eyes turn to the sandwich, and he raises his brows.

“You cut the crusts off.”

“Y-yeah. Well I didn’t think you liked them.” You reply, remembering how he always leaves the crusts from his toast in the mornings, a habit that Isla had picked up.

He smiles at you softly, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering madly at the way his doe eyes gaze into your own.

“What are you working on?” you ask.

“Come here, have a listen.” You take a step towards him, and he winds his arm around your waist, pulling you down firmly until you’re perched on his lap. He feels your body stiffen.

“You okay?” he murmurs, his eyes full of concern that maybe he’s crossed a line.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You squeak.

“Good. Get comfy sweetheart.” You do as your told, leaning back against his chest, trying to relax.

He lifts the headphones from around his neck, placing them over your head and clicking on his laptop, thrash metal filling your ears. You listen for a minute, tapping your fingers on the desk in time with the drums.

“What did you think?”

“It’s good. Really good!”

He nods in agreement, “Yeah it’s getting there.”

You don’t know if you should get up, but with his hand resting on your hip a part of you wonders if he wants you to stay. You look around, taking in all the tech laid out in front of you, so many buttons and dials you wonder how on Earth he knows what to do with them all. Your eyes land on a small framed photograph, next to a picture of him, Steve and the kids. You pick it up to get a better look.

A younger Eddie and Steve are smiling at the camera, surrounded by a large group. There’s two pretty girls, a similar age to the boys, and a bunch of younger kids.

“Ah, our high school days.” Eddie murmurs, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You had a lot of friends.”

“Hmmm. I did in my senior year, but it wasn’t always like that. I was a bit of an outcast at school. I used to get a hard time from a lot of people.”

“Because you’re gay?”

You feel Eddie’s chest vibrate against your back as he lets out a booming laugh.

“No, no. Just because I was a freak, dressed weird, had weird interests. Also, I’m not gay. Neither’s Stevie.”

You shift on his lap so you can see his face, and he laughs again at your confused expression.

“Back in the day, before I met him properly, Steve was King Steve. He probably banged more than fifty percent of Hawkins High’s female population.” You couldn’t be too surprised at young Steve having a successful love life. He looked every inch the high school heartthrob.

“Were you together when this was taken?”

“No, we were friends for a little while first. Just figuring things out I guess.”

You nod, looking at the younger Eddie in the photo. He’s as stunning as he is now, just a little skinnier, no stubble along his angular jawline.

“What about you? Get much action before Steve?”

“Not much. A few hook ups here and there, but never anything serious.” He hooks his knuckle under your chin, turning your face back to him. “Wouldn’t have had a chance with a pretty girl like you when I was your age.”

You feel your cheeks warm again, cursing yourself for how easily you get flustered around Eddie and Steve. You can’t formulate a response, your mouth agape at his words and your brain short circuiting from trying to tell if he’s actually flirting with you or poking fun. As you shift on his lap again you think you might have got your answer, something hard pressing against the back of your thigh.

“Anyway,” he smiles, patting your leg with his large hand, “I should probably get back to work. Thanks for my lunch.”

You nod dumbly, slipping off his lap.

“Good girl.”

How your head doesn’t explode you don’t know. Eddie gives you a knowing smirk before turning back to his desk, headphones blaring again. You make your way back down the hall, trying to ignore the fact that your legs feel like jelly and there’s a growing damp spot between your thighs.

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You know there’s something odd about the dynamic, about the way the two older men treat you. At first you’d just assumed it was all in your head. You could admit to yourself that you had a crush on the pair of them, and initially you figured that maybe you were just reading too much into things. They were friendly, that’s all. Tactile, warm, not afraid to show affection. And you didn’t just work for them, you’d grown to be friends. You easily forgot about the age gap when you were lazing around on the couch watching a horror movie after putting the children down to sleep. Eddie talking the whole way through the film, while Steve hisses at him to be quiet, and Eddie retaliating by throwing popcorn over your head into Steve’s face. You’d spent hours talking with them, eager to know all about their lives before you met them, and they were just as interested to hear about yours. On days off your phone would buzz periodically, Eddie sending you some stupid meme to make you laugh, or Steve replying to an idea you’d sent him for an activity to do with the kids at his organisation. You whole life was beginning to revolve around them. At night laying alone in your bed your mind wandered, recalling their touches, the way they seemed to share a knowing look when you’d stammer in reaction. You tried to fight it at first, feeling embarrassed and ashamed when you’d wake in the middle of the night, skin damp with sweat and the bed sheets tangled between your legs. Your heart still pounding from your dreams, your unconscious mind letting you imagine what it might feel like for their touches to go a little further. Innocent hands on your waist quickly turning to harsh grabs, fingertips pressing enough to leave bruises. Lips brushing your ear when they whispered to you during a movie dipping down to suck the sensitive skin of your neck. A gentle pat on the thigh becoming more, hands sliding up under your skirt, reaching to where you wanted them most. The first night you came with your fingers buried deep in your cunt and their names on your lips you’d been so wracked with guilt the next day you could barely look either of them in the eye.

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On a cold evening in early December Steve and Eddie were getting ready for date night. They’d be out late, so you were staying the night, neither of them happy with the idea of your driving home so late in the snow.

“Eddie! Have you seen my glasses?” Steve calls from the top of the stairs.

“No! Are they on your head?” Eddie shouts back, laughing when he hears a huff in response.

“They’re on the counter in the downstairs bathroom!” you yell, bouncing Ben up and down on your knee. Isla sits by your feet, felt tips scattered across the carpet next to her colouring book. Her pink tongue pokes out of the corner of her mouth and she furrows her brows in concentration.

Eddie leans forward from the couch, flicking her tongue with his finger tips.

“Daddy! Stop it!” Isla shrieks.

“You shouldn’t stick your tongue out of you don’t want me to poke it silly.”

“Maybe we should start doing that to Daddy when he makes that face.” you say, earning a giggle and a nod from Isla.

“I don’t do that!”

“You absolutely do Eddie! Who do you think she gets it from?”

Steve walks into the living room, glasses now perched on his aquiline nose.

“Got em, thank you honey.” he says, tapping the side of the frames.

“No problem. Looking good Steve.” And he really does. His light wash jeans fit snug against his thick thighs, and the crisp white shirt you’d carefully ironed for him looks perfect against his permanently sun kissed skin, the top buttons undone to reveal a hint of his dark chest hair. Steve blows you a kiss in response as he slips his gold Rolex onto his wrist.

“Hey! What about me?” Eddie whines. You roll your eyes at him.

“Handsome as ever.”

“Still got it.” he says with a wink, standing up and heading to grab his coat from the closet in the hall.

“So once we’ve had dinner we’ll be going for a few drinks, so I’m not too sure what time we’ll be back.” Steve says.

“It’s fine. Once the kids are asleep I’ll just watch a movie or something. If I go to bed before you get back should I leave the front door unlocked?”

“Nah, I’ll take my keys, so you can lock up.”

“Uber‘s here babe.” Eddie says, handing Steve his coat and scarf.

“Okay my loves! Time for goodnight kisses!”

You hold Ben up to Eddie, who places a kiss on each of his cheeks, one on his forehead, and a final peck to the tip of his nose. It’s a routine that they go through every night, one of the first things that they’d told you when you started working for them. Isla refused to go to sleep until you’d given her her kisses. Steve lifts their daughter to her feet, giving her the necessary smooches before they swap children.

“Be good for Y/N Isla. Remember she’ll tell Santa if you’re naughty!” Eddie teases. As him and Steve turn to leave Isla calls out.

“Wait!”

“What is it baby?” Steve asks.

“What about Y/N?”

“What do you mean honey?”

“You got to give Y/N goodnight kisses.”

The tips of Steve’s ears turn red.

“I- I uhh, don’t think that. Well Y/N probably doesn’t want-“

“No you’re right Isla,” Eddie interrupts. “Y/N does need goodnight kisses!”

He leans over the arm of the couch, cupping your face in a large hand. His chapped lips press four chaste kisses onto your skin, his warm breath fanning across your face, you can smell his last cigarette. He pulls away with a smile that you can’t help but return.

“Now Dada.” Isla prompts.

Steve seems frozen in place until a firm pat on the back from his husband shakes him out of his daze. He steps in front of you, bending at the waist to quickly kiss you. His lips are soft and smooth, and he smells like spearmint. When he stands up he doesn’t meet your eye.

The car waiting outside honks impatiently.

“We better go. See you later!” Eddie says, taking Steve’s hand and leading him down the hall.

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You tiptoe out of Isla’s bedroom, closing the door slowly, afraid to make too much noise and wake her. You creep down the hall to the spare room that you’d put your stuff in, quickly changing out of your clothes into a small pair of cotton shorts and an oversized T-shirt. Back downstairs you scroll through Netflix, trying to find something decent to watch. It’s not so fun to watch movies alone, you’re missing having Eddie and Steve either side of you. Halfway through you give up, shutting off the TV and climbing the stairs up to your bed. As you pass Ben’s room you take a quick glance inside. He’s flat on his back in the middle of his cot, his stomach rising and falling with each deep breath. You reach in, gently stroking his palm, smiling when he curls his fingers around yours even in his sleep.

When you get to Isla’s door you pause, hearing soft whimpers from inside.

“Isla, baby?” you whisper as you push the door open. The warm glow of her nightlight illuminates her enough to see she’s sitting up in her bed, teddy bear clutched to her chest. Fat tears pool in her wet doe eyes, spilling down her cheeks and soaking the neck of her nightdress.

“Oh no honey! What’s wrong?” you ask, sitting on the edge of her bed. She takes in a shaky breath, choking as a sob rattles her tiny body.

“M-monsters.”

You pull her onto your lap and hold her tight to your chest as you rock slowly from side to side.

“Did you have a bad dream?” She nods, burying her face into your neck.

You hold her for a few moments, stroking her curls and pressing kisses to the top of her head as she calms down. When her crying stops you make a big show of checking her bedroom for monsters, looking in the closet, her toy chest, under her bed. Satisfied with your search, she lets you pull her damp nightdress up over her head, dressing her in dry pyjamas.

“You ready to get back into bed?”

“Not yet.” she says in a small voice.

“Okay. Well why don’t we just sit together for a bit?”

You scoop her up, taking a seat in the rocking chair and holding her close. You softly hum a lullaby you’ve heard her Dads singing to her, and soon the motion of the chair and the sound of your voice has lulled her back to sleep. She looks so peaceful, her petal pink lips pouting slightly, stray curls falling across her forehead. You should put her back in her bed, but you love holding her, knowing that she feels safe with you. So you indulge for just a little longer, closing your eyes as you snuggle into her.

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The warm weight pressed against your chest shifts, slipping from your grip.

Isla. Someone’s taking her out of your arms. Your eyes snap open as you instinctively pull her back to you.

“No!” You protest.

“Shhh, shhh. It’s just me honey, it’s okay.” Steve coos, his voice soft like silk. You relax, blinking rapidly in the dim light of the bedroom as your eyes adjust. Looking around in confusion, your neck clicks as you turn your head and you wince.

“That can’t have been very comfortable to sleep on Y/N.” Steve says, gently laying the little girl down on her bed, tucking her in.

“She had a nightmare. I must’ve fallen asleep with her, sorry.” You mumble.

“Don’t be sorry. I almost felt bad for waking you, you both looked so cute curled up together.”

Steve takes hold of your hands, pulling you up slowly and holding you as your body sways, still half asleep and unsteady on your feet.

“Let’s get you tucked in now honey.” he whispers, giving you that smile that makes your tummy flip over. He leads you down the hallway to your room, fingers interlaced.

“Where’s Eddie?”

“Probably passed out on our bed. He’s had a few.” Steve chuckles.

He pushes open the door to your room, letting you go in first. He hovers in the door way until you trip over your discarded jeans from earlier, then decides to help you get into bed. You clamber in, body feeling heavy with exhaustion. Your head flops back against the fluffy pillows and he pulls the comforter up under your chin as your eyelids droop.

“Night Stevie.”

“Goodnight honey.” Soft lips brush against your cheeks, your forehead, and the tip of your nose before you fall asleep again.

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Every Christmas Eve the boys throw a party. It’s not a huge event, just friends and family, not that you’d be able to tell from the amount of effort Steve puts in. He takes a lot of pride in hosting, he’s been stressing for weeks to make sure every detail is perfect. When you step in the front door the towering tree is dressed to perfection, gold and crimson baubles glittering in the light cast by the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The scent of pine fills your nostrils as you add your presents to the large pile of gifts beneath the tree. Most are wrapped in smooth emerald paper, gold ribbon centred just so, the bows neatly knotted. The pile labelled “Steve” are less expertly wrapped, too much sellotape and wonky bows, clearly Eddie’s handiwork.

“What are you doing?”

You look up at Eddie, making his way down the stairs, Ben held to his chest.

“Just putting the kids gifts under the tree. I didn’t want Isla to see me with them, I won’t be able to resist letting her open them now if she bats those pretty lashes at me.”

“I’ve taught her well, puppy dog eyes are a Munson speciality.”

You reach out with grabby hands for the baby, and Eddie hands him to you with a grin. You kiss the top of his fluffy head, breathing in the clean scent of baby powder.

“I hope you didn’t go overboard, the kids have got plenty of presents, you don’t need to waste your money on them.” Eddie says, peering down at the pile you’ve put under the tree. You nudge them further under with your foot.

“Don’t be stupid, it’s not wasting money. I love them, I want to spoil them.”

“Ed! I need your help in here!” Steve calls from the other side of the house.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Speaking of going overboard. He’s in full party-zilla mode. Driving me crazy.”

“Don’t be such a grinch. Go give him a hand.” Eddie gives you a playful salute, marching down the hall dramatically. You’re relieved that Steve had called him before he’d looked too closely at your presents, knowing he’d complain if he saw the ones labelled for him and Steve. They definitely wouldn’t want you spending your money on them, but they’d been so good to you over the last few months you wanted to do something nice for them.

You’d spent hours in the mall trying to find the perfect gifts. You’d finally settled on a sweater for Steve, a cashmere blend in mustard that you just knew he’d look great in. It wasn’t as expensive as the designer brands he usually wore, but you hoped he’d like it all the same. Eddie had been a little trickier, but just as you were about to give up you passed a jewellery store, with a selection of men’s bracelets in the window. Three thin strips of woven leather, held together with a heavy silver clasp. It was perfect.

You wander into the dining room, following the sound of Eddie and Steve bickering.

“Higher Eddie, for gods sake!”

“I can’t reach any higher Steve!”

“But it’s lopsided!”

“Soooo… how’s this going?” You grin. Eddie was balanced on top of a step ladder, attempting to hang tinsel while Steve admonished from below. Isla was busy trying to unwind the extra tinsel, making more tangles in the process.

“It would be fine if Ed could follow basic instructions.”

“You know Harrington, I’m about to tell you exactly where you can stick this tinsel!”

“Anything I can help with?” you ask.

“Isla’s been asking for a snack, but the caterers are busy setting up in the kitchen right now.”

“Caterers? Seriously Steve?”

He turns to you with his hands on his hips, his go to pose when Isla (or Eddie more often that not) are getting on his nerves. It’s the first time you’re on the receiving end and you can barely stifle your giggles, he doesn’t exactly look intimidating, more like an angry mother hen.

Exasperated, he throws his hands up in defeat.

“You know what? I’ve had enough. Go, go on!” he makes a shooing motion at you as Eddie scrambles down the ladder. “I’ll do this myself, it’ll be easier without you all getting under my feet!” Eddie presses a quick peck to Steve’s cheek who does his best to maintain his serious face, then grabs your hand and Isla’s to give Steve the space he needs.

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You manage to bribe Isla with a chocolate Santa Clause into taking a bath before the party. She still whines throughout, particularly when you wash her hair, but she does let you get on with it, and as a reward you let her play mermaids, which just involves her thrashing around in the tub until most of the water has sloshed out onto the tiled floor.

While you wrap her in a fluffy pink towel, Eddie walks into the bathroom, tutting at the soaked floor. He leans over the tub, turning the taps back on to run enough water to bathe Ben next.

“Isla, do you want me to do your hair and Y/N to bath Ben? Or the other way around?”

“Want Y/N to do my hair.” She winds her arms around you neck. You hold her tight for a hug, she smells like her strawberry toothpaste and apple shampoo.

You leave Eddie with Ben, carrying Isla into her room. She sits as still as she can on the edge of her bed while you comb your fingers through her curls, gently separating the tangles and spritzing them with leave in conditioner.

“Up or down?”

“Both.”

You chuckle to yourself, pulling back the top layers and securing them with a red silk ribbon, leaving the rest of the curls to hang down her back. When her hair is to her liking you help her get dressed in the outfit you’d helped her and Steve choose at the mall last week. Thick white tights under a red tartan dress, with a tiny white bow at the neck. You slip on her black patent shoes, securing the gold buckle for her, then get her to give you her best twirl.

“Beautiful!” you cheer, clapping your hands. “The most beautiful girl in the world!” She smiles at you, holding your hand as you head out to show Daddy.

“Wow Isla, look at you!” He coos while he wrestles Bens kicking chubby legs into his little trousers.

“Y/N said I’m most beautiful in the world!” she exclaims proudly.

“She’s right Isla. I think I’m looking at the two most beautiful girls in the world.” You scoff, giving him a playful swat on his shoulder while he grins broadly. He scoops Ben up, extending his free hand to his daughter.

“Come on honey, why don’t we go downstairs and get some more chocolate. We can let Y/N get ready for the party.”

You let them go before heading back into the spare room that had basically become your own. You’d started to leave some essentials in the en suite bathroom and some clothes in the wardrobe, you stayed so often it seemed pointless taking everything home each time. You get out of your clothes, pulling your new dress from its hanger. You step into the black velvet, pulling it up over your body and smoothing it down over your curves that it clings to just right. The neckline was low enough to just show a little cleavage, but still being appropriate enough that you could bend down to pick up the kids without spilling out. You look in the mirror as you adjust the off the shoulder straps, then twist your hair up into a loose bun, pulling a few tendrils free to frame your face. You didn’t bother with much make up, just a few coats of mascara and a swipe of cherry gloss across your lips, then slip your feet into your heels. Satisfied that you look good enough to not show the boys up in front of their guests you head out of your room, slowly descending the staircase, gripping the banister tight incase you wobbled in your new shoes.

A low whistle came from the bottom of the stairs where Eddie stood, now dressed in smart black pants and a white shirt.

When you step off the last stair he took your hand, holding it above your head so you could spin slowly for him.

“Will I do?” you ask sweetly, already knowing his answer.

“You’ll more than do. You look fine as fuck.”

“Eloquent as ever, thank you.” You laugh. “Need some help with your tie?”

He nods, watching your face intently as you took hold of the tie hanging loose around his neck. You knot it quickly, smoothing it down his chest when you’re done.

“Eddie did you give Isla another chocolate Santa? She’s gonna have no teeth left soon!” Steve whines as he steps into the room. He stops when he sees you, his eyes widening.

“Wow. Y/N you look… wow.”

“Put your tongue back in your head Harrington.” Eddie quips.

Steve shakes his head quickly, like he was trying to shake whatever thoughts he was having out of his brain. He rakes his hand through his chestnut locks, smoothing them back into place as he steps towards you. Your heart thumps in your chest when you’re sandwiched between the two men, Steve pulling you by the waist so you are flush against him, with Eddie pressed to your back.

You can hear your heart beat in your ears, skin tingling with anticipation at the way they held you so close. With Eddie’s warm breath on your bare shoulder and Steve’s face just inches from yours it felt like you were all stood at the edge of some invisible line of resistance. You wonder if they are as desperate to cross it as you.

“I think we should give Y/N her gift now Ed.” Steve whispers. Behind you Eddie nods, and Steve turns to squat down besides the tree. He moves a few presents aside, pulling forwards a large gift bag from the back, full to burst with parcels.

“Jesus guys. Please tell me they’re not all for me.”

“What?” Steve grins. “They’re from the kids!” He plucks a small box from the top of the bag, pressing it into your hands.

“Except for this. This ones from the two of us.”

“You didn’t need to get me anything.”

“Yes we did. And don’t think I didn’t notice the presents you slipped under the tree for us naughty girl.” Eddie teases. Your face grows warm at his words.

“Open it honey.” Steve encourages.

With a slight tremble in your hands you carefully untie the ribbon, pulling away the green paper to reveal a ruby velvet box. You gingerly lift the lid, gasping when you see what’s inside.

A thin delicate silver chain rests on the cream satin cushion within the box. From it hangs a teardrop shaped milky white stone, flecks of pink and turquoise glinting in the lights from the tree. It’s beautiful.

“It’s an opal. They’re your favourite, right?”

You nod, too stunned for words, your mind racing back trying to recall when you’d mentioned that, giddy at the thought that they’d remembered such a small detail.

“Do you like it baby?”

Your eyes flick up to the two men before you, both looking hesitant.

“I- I love it. Thank you. Thank you both so much. It’s too much, really. But it’s perfect.”

Eddie grins while Steve exhales a sigh of relief. Eddie takes the box from you, slipping a finger under the chain and lifting it out.

“Turn around.” You do as he asks, holding your breath as he loops the necklace around your neck, his warm fingers brushing the skin at the nape of your neck while he fiddles with the clasp. The cool metal erupts your skin into goosebumps, and you trace a finger across the smooth stone where it rests on your sternum. You face them again, their eyes taking in the jewellery hanging across your collarbones.

“Beautiful.” Steve breathes.

The sharp sound of the doorbell echoing through the room snaps the three of you out of the tenderness of the moment.

“Guess it’s time to get the party started.” Eddie says, heading to the front door. The soft clack of Isla’s shoes on the tiles floor approaches, and as the door swings open she let out an excited squeal.

“Unckie Wayne!” She flies passed you and Steve, jumping up into the open arms of the older man bopping down in the doorway. He holds her in a tight hug, burying his face in her curls.

“There’s my best girl!” he coos as he lifts her up, stepping in from the cold.

Eddie pulls Wayne in for a hug, Isla squished between the two of them. Steve approaches, clapping his hand down on Wayne’s shoulder.

“Good to see you man.”

“You too son.”

Wayne’s eyes drift over Steve’s shoulder and land on you where you’re stood awkwardly by the tree.

“I see I’m not the first one here.”

“Wayne, this is Y/N.” Eddie smiles.

Wayne puts Isla down, stepping towards you with a kind smile on his lined face.

“Nice to finally meet you Y/N. I’ve heard lots about you.”

You extend your hand to shake his, “all good I hope.”

He laughs, moving your hand away and pulling you in for a hug.

“All very good. I don’t know who’s more fond of you, Isla or the boys.” You grin at Eddie who rolls his eyes.

“Okay okay. Let’s not stand around in the hallway all day, we’ve got drinks in the kitchen.”

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Over the next half hour the rest of the guests begin to arrive. You smile as you make your way through the group of people, allowing Eddie and Steve to introduce you to all their friends as Ben babbles away happily on your hip, chewing on his chubby hands and drooling everywhere.

“Rob, Nance, this is our friend Y/N.” Steve beams to the two women, who you recognise from various photos around the house.

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” Nancy smiles.

“You too! And who’s this little cutie?” You ask, waving at the dark haired boy hiding behind Robins legs.

“This is Charlie. Come on kiddo, don’t be shy.” Robin says. Charlie looks down at the floor, a small smile on his face as he rocks back on his heels.

“Hi Charlie. I think Isla is in the living room, do you want to go play with her?”

He nods, and you hold out your free hand to him which he tentatively takes. He glances back at his Mom’s who give him a reassuring nod, and he lets you lead him to where Isla is twirling around in the living room to Mariah Carey.

“Y/N! Dance!” Isla shouts, her arms raised up. You put Ben down in his bouncer seat before picking her up, spinning her around and bopping her from side to side.

“Those are some killer moves you’ve got there Y/N.”

“Shut up Munson.”

Eddie steps into the room, sipping a glass of champagne and holding out another to you. You put Isla down despite her protests, leaving her to dance with Charlie as you sip your drink.

“Having fun?”

“Yeah! All your friends are so nice!”

Eddie chuckles. “Yeah they’re pretty great.”

He’s a little tipsy already, his shirt rumpled and untucked, and the tie you’d so carefully knotted now loose and lopsided. You tut, adjusting the tie and smoothing his collar.

The doorbell rings again, distracting you from your fussing.

“Oh, that might be my Mom!” You say, heading out to the hall. Eddie and Steve had been quite insistent that your Mom be invited along, and she’d been so pleased when you told her they wanted her there.

You open the door as though it was your own home, pulling your Mom in for a hug.

“Honey, you look amazing!” She smiles, stepping back to admire your outfit.

“So do you! Eddie this is my Mom!”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Eddie says. He takes her coat, eyeing up the figure hugging red dress she wears beneath it.

“Wow, Y/N. You never told me your Mom was such a fox.” Your Mom giggles like a school girl at his charm while you roll your eyes and groan.

“Ed, stop it.”

“Absolutely not. Are you single?”

“I am actually.” Your Mom laughs. Eddie grabs her hand, pulling her towards the kitchen.

“Good. Then I want to introduce you to my Uncle Wayne.”

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The party was great, everyone laughing and joking together, drinking a lot of champagne and nibbling on the canapés the caterers had prepared. You’re dancing with your Mom when you see Isla yawning widely from her spot on the couch.

“You tired honey?” You say, scooping her up into your arms.

“No.” She mumbles, although her drooping eyelids give her away.

“I think it’s time for bed sweetpea. You need to go to sleep so Santa can come and bring your presents!” You’re surprised that she doesn’t offer more protest, her body heavy with exhaustion as she buries her face in your neck.

“Let’s find Daddy and Dada so you can say goodnight.”

“Mom I’m just going to put little one to bed. You okay here for a few minutes?”

“Of course honey, maybe I’ll go talk to Wayne again.” she says with a wiggle of her eyebrows. She gently sweeps a curl out of Isla’s face.

“Goodnight Isla. It was nice to meet you.”

The little girl gives a small wave of her fingers in return before you carry her out in search of her Dads.

You find them on the back patio, shivering in the cold as they talk to Will and Mike. A cigarette hangs between Eddie’s teeth, and you can’t help but admire his neck as he tilts his head back, blowing a large cloud of smoke up into the freezing air.

Steve spots you in the doorway, holding Isla closer to protect her from the chill breeze blowing in.

“Hey, is she ready for her bed?” he asks. You nod.

“I was going to take her up now, she just wants her kisses.” The boys all smile as they step inside, shutting the sliding doors behind them. Will places a peck on Isla’s cheek as him and Mike head back to the others in the living room.

“Do you want me and Daddy to put you to bed baby?” Steve whispers, stroking his large hand across his daughters back.

“No. Y/N do it.” He chuckles, tilting her head back to kiss her cheeks. Eddie does the same, ruffling her curls after.

“Night kiddo. See you in the morning. I love you.”

She just about mumbles a love you back, before her head lolls against your shoulder.

When you get her upstairs you lay her down on her bed, manoeuvring her limbs so you can get her out of her party dress and into her Christmas PJs. You really should brush her teeth given the amount of chocolate she’s eaten, but she’s almost passed out, so you tuck her in tightly, giving her your own goodnight kisses.

“See you in the morning.” She mumbles.

“No baby, I won’t be here in the morning.” She whines in protest and you shush her softly.

“It’s okay, you’ll have Christmas with Dada and Daddy, Ben and Uncle Wayne. And I’ll come see you in a few days, you can show me all your presents.” She nods, her head flopping back on the pillow. She’s sound asleep before you’ve even closed her bedroom door.

The party starts to wind down, Robin and Nancy carrying a passed out Charlie back to their car. The others filter out gradually, all hugging each other tight and calling Merry Christmas as they head out the door. Eventually it’s just you and your Mom left. Wayne says goodnight, making his way up to one of the spare rooms (not before you spy him and your Mom exchanging numbers, much to Eddie’s amusement). Eddie and Steve both hug your Mom goodbye, helping to carry your gifts and clothes from earlier out to the car.

“I’ll get the car warmed up while you say goodbye.” your Mom whispers to you with one last wave to the boys before she closes the front door behind her.

You’re alone with the two men. You suddenly feel an anxiousness you can’t explain, like you don’t know what to say.

“W-well thanks for a lovely evening. Have a nice Christmas both of you.”

“You too honey. And get home safe.” Steve smiles. There’s a pause. You eyeball Eddie who shifts uncomfortably, wringing his hands in front of him, chunky silver rings shining in the light.

“You could stay you know. Both of you, it’s pretty late, and it’s icy out.” he murmurs.

“It’s okay Ed. We should get home, and let you guys enjoy your Christmas with your family.” He frowns slightly then.

“You’re part of our family y’know. I-I mean. We think if you like that.”

Like what, you wonder. How exactly do they think of you?

You step towards him, looping your arms around his neck as you hug him tight. His arms snake around your waist, holding you so firm like he could keep you here if he just held on enough. You breathe in deeply, losing yourself in his scent. The same apple shampoo you used on Isla, lingering cigarette smoke, his cologne a heady mix of bourbon and cedar. It makes you feel safe.

“I’ll see you in a few days.” You say with a smile as you pull back from him. He maintains his hold on your waist.

You hear a soft chuckle, and you look across at Steve. His face is turned up, grinning with amusement at the decoration hanging above your heads. You follow his eyes to see it for yourself. A few sprigs of soft leaves, with shining white berries, hanging from a golden ribbon. Mistletoe.

It was a moment that passed in mere seconds, but the time felt sluggish, each movement deliberate and slow like moving through thick treacle. Your eyes lowered from the mistletoe, meeting Eddie’s obsidian orbs. His hands on your waist trembled slightly. You could see the exact moment that he lost the last of his resolve. He leant into you, tipping you both over that invisible line that had blurred with each longing look and touch over the last few months.

His lips pressed against yours, and your eyelids fluttered closed as your forgot yourself for a moment. You weren’t thinking about where you were, who else was present, the million and one reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this. All you could focus on was the feeling of Eddie’s warm chapped lips brushing against your own. It was heart achingly sweet, months of feelings poured into the most chaste meeting of mouths.

Then reality hit.

You pull back with a gasp, pushing firmly against Eddie’s chest which sends him stumbling back a few steps. His eyes widen in panic, instantly wet with tears.

“I-I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t done that. Y/N please I’m so sorry.” He runs his fingers through his hair, tugging at the knotted curls in frustration.

“No, n-no. It’s okay, I just-“ the words die on your tongue. You’re so confused, your body so tense you begin to shake. He was sorry, he shouldn’t have done it. He regretted it. He kissed you and instantly regretted it. You feel your heart shatter in your chest, the ache knocking the breathe out of you. Of course he regrets it, he’s married, he- fuck. Steve.

You dare a glance across at him, terrified of his reaction. You just kissed his husband, right in front of his face, in his own home. Your friendship was done for, that much was a given. You blink rapidly, trying to shake the tears that blur his features.

“Steve?” Your voice comes out a broken whimper, the lump in your throat threatening to entirely close your airway.

Hazel eyes meet yours. There’s no hatred, no fury. Instead, there’s the same tenderness you always get from Steve, along with something else. Something you’ve caught glimpses of here and there, but now it had risen to the surface, the copper flecks in his eyes burning with an intense flame. Longing.

Warm hands cup your cheeks, calloused thumbs gently swiping away the tears that spill over your lash line. Steve’s eyes bore into you, searching, pleading.

You’re panicking, breathing too fast while your brain screams a thousand thoughts at once. You wrap your fingers around his wrists, not to pull his hands away, but to ground yourself. You feel his pulse fluttering under your finger tips, as quick as your own. You see his eyes, kind and warm as ever. You smell his aftershave, pine and vetiver, and the expensive champagne on his breath. And you hear your name, falling from his lips in the sweetest whisper.

Steve kisses you with a firmer pressure than Eddie. One hand moves to cup the back of your head, the other still cradling your cheek. You melt at his touch, shoulders relaxing as a quiet sigh parts your lips. It’s over all too quickly, his hands dropping to his sides. The three of you stand in a tension filled silence, the realisation of what’s just occurred weighing heavy. Maybe you should stay, talk about what’s happened, there’s clearly a lot that needs to be said. But fear seeps into your bones, and you step back on wobbling legs.

“I’m gonna go.” you whisper, not meeting either of their eyes. Neither man makes a move to stop you. You turn without another word, slipping out the front door and walking to your Mom’s car in a daze.

“You okay honey?” She says as you sink down into your seat.

“Fine.” You lie. “Just tired.”

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Christmas has always been your favourite holiday. The quiet home that just you and your Mom share suddenly a hive of activity, your Uncle cracking corny jokes, your Aunt bustling around in the kitchen with your Mom, Grandparents watching fondly as you play with your young cousins.

Today is different. You feel like you’re on the outside looking in, watching some movie of a happy family enjoying the holiday, while you sit alone on the couch, grey clouds swirling around your mind. You’d barely slept last night. Hot tears spilling from the corners of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and soaking the pillow beneath you. Your blood ran hot with shame, stomach twisting and churning as guilt wrecked you. You’d had some fuck ups in your life but none like this. The simple fact that both men had kissed you was lost on you, too embroiled in your own self loathing at potentially destroying their happy family with your selfish want.

The clattering of cutlery and tinkling of your mothers best glasses echos around you as you aimlessly push food around your plate. You’re zoning out, watching with listless eyes as your Aunt desperately tries to convince her youngest to eat their carrots when your phone vibrates in your pocket.

You sneak a glance down, slipping the phone out and sucking in a sharp breath as Steve’s name flashes on the screen.

With a swipe of your thumb his message opens.

Hey honey, Merry Christmas! Isla wants to speak to you, you free to FaceTime?

Your eyes flicker across the table, making sure no one’s paying you any attention, the last thing you want is another lecture from your Grandpa about phones at the dinner table.

Merry Christmas! Sure, will call you in a bit

You reach for your wine with a shaking hand, taking a small sip as the screen illuminates in your lap again.

Can’t wait ❤️

All it takes is a tiny collection of red pixels for your heart to soar with hope again. Maybe they don’t hate you after all?

“Y/N!”

Your head snaps up, all eyes at the table on you.

“Grandpa just asked you three times to pass the gravy.” your Mom huffs.

“Oops, sorry!” You lock your phone screen with a click, sliding it back into your pocket.

“She’s on that damn phone that’s why!” Grandpa starts, “See this is what’s wrong with this generation…”

After lunch you sneak away upstairs to your room, wanting the peace and quiet while you call Steve. You quickly check your reflection in your vanity mirror, fluffing up your hair and applying a quick swipe of lip gloss. A glint catches your eye, your new necklace twinkling in the open velvet box. You hadn’t wanted to put it on this morning, not needing a reminder of last nights events hanging like weight around your neck. But now you feel differently, and you know they boys will want to see you in it. You slip the chain around your neck, fiddling with the clasp, smiling to yourself remembering how Eddie had fastened it for you before.

Sitting cross legged on your bed, back nestled against the cushions by your headboard you pick up your phone and call Steve. It rings a few times before Isla’s face fills the screen. Well, the bottom half of her face, all you can see is her pouty lips and pointy chin, the phone held so close her breath fogs up the camera.

“Merry Christmas!” She shouts.

“Merry Christmas Isla! Honey you need to hold the phone back, I can’t see you!”

You hear Steve’s voice in the background.

“Isla let me hold it.”

“No Dada! I do it!”

“But Y/N can’t see your pretty face!” You laugh at the scuffling sound of them fighting over the phone, and Steve eventually wins, holding it in a steady hand so you can see Isla sitting on the couch in the Princess dress you bought for her.

“What do you say?” Steve whispers.

“Thank you for my presents!”

“You’re very welcome baby! Do you like your dress?”

She nods, small hands smoothing the layers of pink tulle covering her legs.

Eddie thumps down on the couch beside her.

“Did you like your gifts Y/N?” he asks.

“I haven’t opened them yet. We don’t do gifts until after lunch.”

“What?!”

“Not everyone tears through them all in under 5 minutes like you Ed.” Steve teases.

“Where’s Ben?” you ask, and Steve moves the phone so you can see the baby happily bouncing on Wayne’s knee.

“Hi sweetie!” You coo. “And Merry Christmas Wayne!”

“Merry Christmas to you too darlin’.” He replies in his gruff voice. “You and your Mom having a good day?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Wish her well for me.”

“I will.” You nod, giggling as Eddie wolf whistles off camera.

Steve turns the phone back to Isla, letting her chatter away to you for a while, showing you some of the presents she got from Santa.

“Y/N! We’re going to open gifts now!” Your Mom calls up the stairs.

“Okay, be there in a minute!” You shout back.

“Isla, say goodbye to Y/N.” Eddie instructs. She pouts.

“Noooo. Not yet.”

“Baby she has to go see her family.”

“I’ll talk to you soon though! When I come over next we can have a tea party with your new set!” That cheers her up enough, and she smiles giving you a wave.

“Bye honey.”

“Bye Eddie, enjoy the rest of your day!”

Steve turns the camera on himself, a shy smile on his lips.

“You mind if I keep you for just a minute longer?” He asks.

“Sure.”

He stands, walking through to the kitchen, leaning against the island when he speaks again.

“How’re you doing?”

You pause, sensing his anxiety through the screen.

“I’m okay.”

He sighs. “Good. I - we were worried. You know, that we upset you last night.”

“I’m not upset. Just.. confused I guess.”

He nods, tugging his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, I know. Look, we understand if- if you don’t want to come around here anymore.” Your heart sinks at the pain evident in his voice, the fear in his eyes.

“No, no. I still want to come around, if that’s okay?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Steve’s shoulders sink as he relaxes, exhaling deeply like he’s blowing out all the tension he’s carried since last night.

“Great. Well, what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing. You need me to watch the kids? Are you going out somewhere?”

“No, we’ll be here. Just want to see you, that’s all. I mean the kids. The kids want to see you.”

“The kids huh?” You tease, raising your eyebrows.

He gives you that crooked grin that gives you butterflies.

“I’ll be there.”

“Cool. Come over anytime.”

“Okay. I really have to go now Stevie. Bye.”

“Bye honey.”

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You let yourself into the house, kicking off your snow covered boots by the door. You slowly shed your layers, hanging up your coat and unwinding you cashmere scarf (one of your gifts from the boys) from around your neck. The house is unusually quiet, and you drift down the hallway, listening out for any signs of life. As you approach the living room you can hear faint music, so you push through the door, peering round and smiling at the sweet sight before you. Wayne sits dozing in the plush armchair, his head dropping to the side. Eddie and Steve sit on the couch, Isla snuggled in the middle under a fluffy pink blanket. Ben lies sleeping on Eddie’s chest, a large ringed hand gently stroking his back that rises and falls with each breath. The two younger men turn their heads at the sound of the door, smiling when they see you.

“Y/N!” Isla squeals in delight, trying to kick the blanket off her legs so she can jump up to greet you.

“Hey, hey easy.” Eddie warns, trying to keep Ben from waking at the sudden movement.

“It’s okay Isla, stay there.” You whisper, making your way to the couch. Steve shuffles up, making just enough room for you to sit between him and his daughter. You lean back, pulling the blanket over your legs and lifting your arm for Isla to nuzzle into your side.

“Missed you.” She says, voice muffled by your sweater as she buries her face in.

“Missed you too sweetie.”

She turns her attention back to The Polar Express playing on the large flatscreen.

“Hey.” Steve says softly.

“Hey” you smile back. “You’re wearing the sweater I got you!”

“Yeah, I love it. Thank you sweetie.” Eddie clears his throat and when you turn to face him he raises his free hand, the leather bracelet you gave him sliding down his wrist.

“Thanks for this too angel. You spoil us.”

You scoff then. “Please, one sweater and a bracelet is nothing compared to how overboard you guys went.”

“Hey we just wanted to show you how much we appreciate you.” Eddie grins.

“Well thank you. It was too much, but I’m grateful really.”

You sit in a peaceful quiet watching the rest of the movie together, your head resting on Steve’s shoulder. When it’s over, you spend the rest of the day playing with the kids, making good on your promise of a tea party with Isla. It’s lovely, all of you enjoying a lazy day together pottering around the house, laughing and joking, nibbling on left over party food.

In the early evening Wayne makes his way upstairs to pack his things, Eddie following behind him. He returns a few moments later with a small pink suitcase and a bag packed with Ben’s clothes and diapers.

“The kids are going for a sleepover tonight at Wayne’s.” He explains.

“That’s lovely! Are you excited honey?” You ask Isla. She nods, holding out her small arms as Steve slips her coat over her princess dress.

Wayne carries the bags out to the car, then takes Ben from your arms.

“Nice to see you again.”

“You too Wayne.” you smile.

Isla says her goodbyes, demanding extra kisses from the three of you before she leaves.

“Be a good girl for Uncle Wayne!” Steve calls from the door.

“I always a good girl!” She shouts back over her shoulder.

Once they’re gone you step towards your own coat hanging by the door.

“I guess I should get going too.”

“Actually,” Steve says, stepping between you and the coat rack, “we were hoping you’d stay and have dinner with us.”

“Oh.” your stomach knots at the thought of being alone with the two men. You want to stay of course, but you’re hesitant, knowing that eventually you’ll all have to address the elephant in the room.

“You don’t have to.” Eddie whispers, his large eyes boring into yours.

“I know. But I’d like to.” you reply, deciding you’ll have to face it eventually. Might as well be now.

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Perched on a stool by the island in the kitchen, you sip on a glass of expensive wine, watching Steve start the dinner. He shoos Eddie away when he offers to help and you giggle, knowing that he’s worried about the inevitable mess Eddie will make. The curly haired boy takes a seat beside you, pouring himself a large glass from the bottle in front of you.

With the sauce simmering away, Steve starts to heat the water for the pasta. While he waits for it to boil, he turns and leans against the counter beside the hob. He takes a large gulp of wine, and you notice the tremble in his hand as he lowers his glass.

“So.” he begins. “Maybe we should talk about.. you know. Christmas Eve.”

The wine in your own mouth turns bitter on your tongue, anxiety bubbling up inside you.

“Sure.” You’d hoped your voice would sound casual, but it comes out as a small squeak.

Eddie fidgets in the chair next to you, his fingers tapping a nervous drum beat on the island.

“We’re sorry Y/N. For making you uncomfortable. It was never our intention, I guess we just- just got carried away. Misread the signs.”

You look up at the man across from you.

“I told you Steve, I wasn’t upset, or uncomfortable. I’m just.. confused. I don’t really understand.”

Steve nods, chewing on his lip.

“I get that. It’s fair. M-maybe we should just explain a bit, about what we’ve been thinking.”

You don’t say anything, just give him a small nod of permission.

He sighs deeply, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifts his weight.

“Well, we. We uh- Ed help me out here man.”

You glance across at Eddie, who won’t look at you, his eyes locked on his wine glass.

“We like you Y/N. A lot. We kind of hoped you liked us too, in the same way.”

“What way?” You whisper. You know, it’s obvious now, but you need to hear them say it before you make a fool of yourself.

“We like having you around, you’re so good with the kids, they love you. B-but we like having you around for us too. You make us both really happy. We didn’t feel like anything was missing before, our lives were perfect. But when you came along we realised maybe things could be better, w-with you.”

You can’t speak, can’t think, the weight of Eddie’s admission crushing you. You’re still confused. Do they just want to mess around with you, or is it more than that?

“Please say something honey.” Steve pleads.

You wring your hands in your lap, trying to find the right words.

“Is this - fuck. Like, is this something you’ve done before? Did your last babysitter..?”

“No! Christ no! We haven’t - it’s not like a thing that we-.” Steve stammers, stumbling forward to the island, large hands splayed out on the cool marble.

“This hasn’t happened before honey. There’s been no one else before you.” Eddie says quietly.

“So, you two have never, y’know. With a girl, together?”

Steve and Eddie exchange a quick glance.

“We have, a couple of times.” Eddie admits. A viscous jealousy twists your guts, acid rising in your throat. “But when we were younger, and it was only ever a one night thing. Never anything serious.”

That calms your irrational fury somewhat. You’d never given much thought to the two of them with another girl before, and the image of it in your mind had sickened you. But you felt relief knowing it hadn’t happened for a long time, and it never meant anything to them. You still couldn’t help but wonder though, would this be the same? Were they just looking to satiate some curiosity, using you for a one night stand before shutting you out.

As though he read your thoughts Steve moves quickly to your side, holding your cheek in his hand and tilting your head back to look up at him. The spotlights in the kitchen ceiling cast a warm glow around his head, he looks like an angel.

“That’s not what we want with you though Y/N. This is different. We - we want more. We care about you a lot honey.”

“You’re important to us. Special.” Eddie confirms.

“You’re important to me. Both of you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but they both hear you. Steve smiles down at you tenderly, smoothing his thumb across the warm skin of your cheek. He cups your face in both hands, his touch light enough that you could pull away if you wanted to, not that you do. He bends down, his lips hovering above your own. You don’t dare breathe, chest tight with anticipation.

“Steve. Please.”

His eyelids flutter shut as he presses his lips against yours. It’s gentle, chaste, just like the first kiss you shared under the mistletoe. But you’re determined for more, tracing your tongue along the seam of his lips until he parts them, allowing you to tentatively explore his mouth. His tongue meets yours, gently pressing past your lips until he’s moaning softly at your taste. Your lungs scream, and you realise you still haven’t taken a breath, going lightheaded. You pull away with a gasp, dizzy from the lack of oxygen and drunk on Steve’s kiss. His plump lips are swollen and pink, shining with spit in the soft light. His eyes flick to Eddie, who stands and spins your stool until you’re turned to face him. Taking your hands in his he pulls you to your feet, a strong arm looping around your waist and pulling you flush against him. The other hand rests on the side of your neck as he kisses you deeply. He’s not as gentle as Steve, an eagerness taking over, his nose pressed against your cheek as he holds you tight enough to crush you. Your fingers grip his curls, pulling just enough to have him moaning against your lips. Steve’s hand rests over yours, and Eddie breaks your kiss, turning to the man now pressed against your back. They share a kiss with no hesitation or uncertainty, they’ve kissed each other for years, knowing every corner of each others mouths like their own. You watch in awe, listening to their soft grunts and sighs, your thighs clenching together searching for any kind of friction. Eddie pulls away from Steve with a smirk, looking down at you sandwiched between them.

“What’s with all the wriggling honey? Are you feeling a little needy?”

You nod dumbly, pouting up at him.

He kisses you sweetly, murmuring against your lips.

“Do you want to go upstairs?”

“Yes. Please.”

Eddie tugs your hands, pulling you out into the hall while Steve quickly kills the flames on the stove, the meal he’d been preparing now the last thing on all of your minds. The three of you race up the spiral staircase, giggling as you go, until you burst into their bedroom at the back of the house.

Eddie’s hot mouth meets yours again, his tongue licking into you as he walks you back to the bed. You lay down, the weight of his body pressing you into the plush mattress while his hands roam across your body, gripping your waist, your hips, your thighs.

“God, I’ve been dreaming about this.” He groans between kisses.

“Yeah?” you ask breathlessly. “What did you dream about?”

He sits up, eyes blown with lust so his pupils almost entirely swallow the chocolate brown.

“Do you want me to tell you sweet thing? Or can we show you?”

“Show me. Please.” Your voice sounds foreign to you, a high pitched lilt you’ve never heard come from yourself before.

Eddie shuffles off the bed, standing and pulling his shirt up over his head. You take in the new areas of skin now exposed to you, smooth alabaster littered with dark ink, silky hairs trailing from below his belly button down into his sweatpants. He comes to sit behind you, pulling you firmly so you lay with your back against his chest, head resting on his shoulder. Steve removes his own shirt, slowly undoing each button until he can slip it off, revealing his muscular torso, thick hair spreading across his chest that has your mouth watering. When he crawls across the bed towards you you spy a tattoo he’d kept well hidden, elegant black lettering across his wide ribs.

Eddie

Isla

Benjamin

Goosebumps raise on his flesh where your fingers trace the lettering. He nuzzles into your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin until he makes his way down to the top of your sweater.

“Wanna see you baby. Can we take this off?”

You nod eagerly, and Eddie grips the bottom of your sweater, pulling it up quickly and dropping it down beside the bed. He motions for you to lay back against him, but first you unhook your bra, shimmying the black lace down your arms and discarding it. You feel a smug sense of pride at Steve’s reaction, his jaw hanging open at the sight of your bare chest.

Ringed hands slide up your stomach to cup your breasts, cold metal biting into warm flesh as Eddie kneads you gently in his large palms. His calloused fingers brush your pebbled nipples, rolling them between his finger tips which has you mewling. Steve watches the show unfold before him, eyes darting from your chest, to your face, to Eddie.

“Jesus Christ you two are going to be the death of me.” He mutters, pressing his face into the valley between your breasts, leaving hot open mouth kisses on your skin. Eddie removes one hand so Steve’s lips can envelop your nipple, your back arching as you try to suppress a moan.

“No no honey.” Eddie scolds lightly. “We want to hear all your pretty sounds.”

With a firmer squeeze of your breast and a flick of Steve’s tongue you have no choice but to give in, whining loudly, the sound filling the large bedroom.

“Good girl.” Eddie says, turning your face up to him. You see the mischievous glint in his eye, he knows exactly what he’s doing, his words threatening to have you soaking right through your panties.

Steve works his way down your body, kissing your chest and your stomach until his mouth arrives at the waistband of your leggings. His fingers hook beneath the material and you buck your hips up in a silent invitation to remove them. He slides them slowly down your legs, tossing them behind him and leaving you almost naked before him, just a thin layer of white cotton keeping him from where you want him most.

“These are pretty.” Eddie hums, his finger pulling the elastic of your panties and allowing it to snap back to your skin with a small sting.

“They are.” Steve murmurs in agreement, his hands on your knees parting your legs until your thighs fall apart.

“And they’re soaked too.” Steve’s grin is devilish, a look you’ve never seen from him that has you blushing to the tips of your ears. You cover your face in your hands, but Eddie tuts, pulling your hands away in his firm grip.

“Don’t go shy on us baby”

Steves long fingers dance up your inner thighs, making you squirm. He stops at the edge of your underwear, looking at you with an intense stare.

“I want to taste you Y/N. Is that okay?”

“Yes Steve! Please.” you whine, hips wriggling as your pussy throbs in anticipation of his touch. He slips your underwear down, and your legs fall apart again, exposing your most intimate parts to him. You’d feel vulnerable, if it wasn’t for the adoring look on Steve’s face, and Eddie arms wrapped tight around you, soft kisses pressed to you cheek.

Steve lays between your legs, his face so close to your aching core you can feel his hot breath on your skin. His thumbs gently part your lips, slick with your arousal, causing you to shudder. When he flattens his tongue against you, licking a broad stripe from your entrance up to your clit you cry out his name, hips bucking desperately to chase his tongue.

Eddie chuckles behind you, releasing your hands and pressing against your thighs, pinning you in place. Steve kitten licks at your clit, and you know already you won’t last long, months of wanting this moment leaving you sensitive and shaking. He buries his face into you, lapping at your entrance, his nose brushing your bundle of nerves. You slide your fingers into his hair, the soft tresses held between your fingers as you keep him where you need him. Eddie’s hand lands across you own.

“You can be a little firmer Y/N. Stevie doesn’t mind it a little mean.” He says, scrunching your fingers until you’re pulling hard on Steve’s hair. He groans loudly in response, the vibrations rocking through your core.

“Fuck. Fuck, please Steve. Don’t stop, please.”

He eats you like a man starved, his tongue pushing into your entrance as your walls clamp down on the wet muscle. The room fills with lewd sounds, Steve slurping at your wetness as you whimper and moan. When he replaces his tongue with two fingers, curling inside you and pressing on a spot no one has ever reached before your muscles tighten, your orgasm washing over you as you cum with a loud cry. Each pump of his fingers causes another wave of pleasure to hit you, and he suckles your clit hard enough to have you seeing stars.

As you come down from your high you feel Eddie stroking your face, wiping away tears you didn’t realise had spilled. Steve sits up, his mouth and chin glistening with your release. He crawls up your body, peppering kisses on your sweat dampened skin, finally reaching your mouth. The kiss is slow, passionate, and you can taste yourself on his lips. His mouth leaves yours and he tilts his head back to kiss Eddie, who hums as he captures your taste for himself. While they kiss you snake a hand down, cupping the hard bulge pressing against the zipper of Steve’s jeans.

“Fuck.” He gasps.

“Wanna make you feel good now Steve.” He kisses you sweetly, then pulls away, pushing your hand back to your side.

“That’s sweet baby, but I think Eddie needs some attention, don’t you?”

You tilt your head back, looking up into Eddie’s dark eyes. You’re suddenly aware of his hard length digging into your back, he’s clearly got worked up watching Steve devour you.

“Is that okay with you Y/N?” He asks, a hint of insecurity in his voice.

“Mmmhmm. Want you Ed.”

It’s all the confirmation he needs, standing from the bed and hurriedly shoving down his sweatpants and boxers, his hard cock springing free. He’s long and thick, the head flushed deep red and leaking already. Steve manoeuvres himself into Eddie’s previous spot, pulling you to lay back against him, his hands massaging your breasts. Eddie digs through their bedside table, a frown forming as he shoves various items aside in his search.

“Shit.”

“What’s up?” Steve asks.

“We don’t have any condoms.”

“I’m on the pill.” You offer in a small voice.

Eddie turns to look at you, eyes round with concern.

“Baby, w-we. We can’t- we don’t have to if-“

“It’s been a long time,” you say meekly, eyes falling down to your lap. “I-I don’t have anything, y’know..”

“God baby, no, it’s not that! I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. W-we can wait.”

“I know I don’t have to. But I want to.” You reach out to hold his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. “I want to feel you.”

Eddie groans, dragging his free hand down his face.

“Shit baby, you can’t say things like that, I’ll blow my load just standing here.” You giggle then, pulling him to you. He clambers back onto the bed, positioning himself between your spread legs, kissing you softly, as his calloused fingers swiping down your slit. Your thighs tremble from the lingering sensitivity.

“Christ you’re so wet Y/N. Stevie made you feel real good huh?”

“Mmhmm.”

Mixing your slick with the precum leaking from his tip, Eddie lubricates his length with a few firm pumps, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans forward, capturing Steve’s lips in a soft kiss above your head, before his mouth drops to the shell of your ear.

“I’ll go slow okay? And I’ll stop if you want. Just tell me what you need okay baby?”

“Okay.”

The fat head of his cock presses against your clit, your hips canting up eagerly to take him. Eddie chuckles to himself, guiding his length down to your entrance, pressing forward just enough to have the tip breaching. Letting out a soft gasp your eyes drop to where your bodies meet, the two of you watching in awe as he slowly sinks into your sopping heat. The stretch is intense, a sting causing tears to prickle in your eyes. Steve’s bear paw like hand wraps around your own, fingers interlacing as he gives you a reassuring squeeze. He mumbles praises and sweet words into your ear as you relax enough to take Eddie to the hilt, his pelvis flush with yours when he bottoms out. You look up at the boy looming over you, his brows knitted and jaw slack, beads of sweat already forming at his hairline. He’s still, his hands massaging the doughy flesh of your hips, giving you the time you need to adjust.

You cross your ankles behind his lower back, caging him in as you sweep loose curls out of his face and tuck them behind his ear.

“You can m-move now.”

Eddie rolls his hips back slowly, pulling out halfway before sinking back into you. You can feel every inch of him, your walls clamping down on his thick cock, each drag and press so delicious you’re both whimpering and moaning within seconds. Time slows as you get lost in each other, hips moving in perfect unison. Sharp fingernails dig into the rippling muscles in his shoulders as you try to pull him deeper and deeper. Eddie hisses against your neck, his cock twitching as the pain melts with pleasure. He speeds up in retaliation, knowing without words what you’re begging him for. Each harsh snap of his hips has the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, punching wanton moans from your chest as your struggle for breath.

“F-fuck. I can’t - I, I’m not gonna last much l-longer. Baby I’m sorry, are you close?” Eddie’s ragged breath mixes with your own, and unable to speak you nod desperately, kissing him sloppily as your hurtle towards another orgasm.

Steve presses wet kisses to the side of your neck as his hand that doesn’t hold your own moves down from your breast, dancing across the skin of your stomach and coming to rest on your mound. He expertly rubs tight circles against your clit with his middle finger, causing your pussy to clench even harder around Eddie. The combination of Steve ministrations and Eddie’s thrusts has you teetering on the edge, body humming like a live wire.

“Shit. Steve, Eddie- please. Feels so good, please.” you babble mindlessly.

Steve sucks hard on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Come on honey, let us have it.”

Electricity courses through your veins, each muscle spasming and pulsing with an intensity that has you gasping for breath. You writhe desperately, throat aching from the scream that tears out. Steve’s grip on your hand never falters, grounding you. Eddie’s movements become sloppy, his hips stuttering until he’s cumming with a deep groan, warm seed spilling into you. His body flops over yours but you don’t mind, enjoying his weight pressing you into Steve, as your hands smooth across his perspiration soaked skin.

Time loses all meaning, the three of you laying for what could be hours, hands wandering and stroking, lips finding new areas of skin to decorate with kisses. You and Eddie pant, basking in your post orgasm daze, until he rolls off of you, laying on his back and grinning across at you and Steve.

“You okay sweetie?”

“Yeah Ed, I’m okay.” You say with a small smile, sitting up and stretching out your sore limbs, joints clicking. You glance over your shoulder at Steve, watching as he lovingly strokes damp stray curls out of Eddie’s face. He must sense you watching him and he looks up at you, smiling shyly, which makes you giggle given the fact that he’d just had his head buried between your legs, then watched his husband fuck you senseless. Your eyes drop to his lap, the bulge in his jeans still present, pressing painfully hard against the fabric.

You shuffle up the bed to reach him, nuzzling your face across the stubble on his jaw, kissing his neck sweetly.

“Do I get to feel you now Stevie?” you breathe, nibbling at his ear lobe.

Steve tilts your face to his, kissing the corner of your mouth before resting his forehead against yours, tips of your noses brushing.

“Not tonight honey.” he whispers, just a hint of disappointment in his tone. “S’too much for you after all that.”

“But that’s not fair for you.” you protest.

“It’s okay Y/N.” Eddie says, rolling onto his front. “I can take care of Steve.” A wide grin spreads across Steve’s face as he looks down at his husband.

“Get those jeans off big boy.”

Steve doesn’t need to be told twice. With one more quick kiss to your lips he fumbles to undo his belt buckle, lifting his hips to shove his jeans and underwear down. You help him out, pulling the material off his long legs until he’s completely naked.

Eddie wasn’t kidding. Big boy was a nickname that Steve clearly deserved. As much as you were disappointed that you wouldn’t get to feel him inside you tonight, a part of you now was feeling grateful that Steve had decided you’d had enough, your cunt already ached after Eddie, you were sure that Steve would split you in half.

Steve notices your wide eyes taking him in and laughs not unkindly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Come here.” he says, holding his arm out to make space for you. You eagerly wriggle into his side, one hand splaying across his broad chest and stroking the silky hairs, your cheek resting on his shoulder while he kisses the top of your head.

You both look down as Eddie shuffles closer to Steve, laying on his stomach propped up on his elbows. One ringed hand wraps around Steve’s cock, pumping slowly as his lips leave a trail of kisses across Steve’s hips, thighs and stomach. Steve’s hips buck up when Eddie’s lips brush over the ruddy tip of his cock. Eddie laughs, pressing him firmly back down into the bed.

“Easy there big boy.”

“Fuck- Ed. Stop teasing.”

Eddie tuts and rolls his eyes, but gives in anyway, licking a broad stripe from the base up to the head. A deep groan vibrates from Steve’s chest, cutting off suddenly when Eddie takes his tip fully into his hot mouth, tongue swirling across the slit. You watch in awe as Eddie’s head bobs up and down, sinking lower each time until almost all of Steve’s cock disappears into his throat, his large hand working on the last few inches he can’t reach. He comes up for air, releasing with a loud pop as his hand continues to pump, his pretty pink lips glistening with pre and spit. His eyes leave Steve’s face for a moment, meeting yours as he gives you a wink and a devilish grin, before he turns his attention back to the task at hand.

You tilt you left head up to look at Steve, taking in his blissed out expression. His cheeks are flushed crimson, plump lips bitten and red, eyes rolling back as you hear a muffled gag from Eddie, pushing himself to his limits to bring Steve the pleasure he deserves. He looks beautiful like this, losing his composure, so lost in euphoria. You want to make him feel this good, want to watch him fall apart under your touch too.

Pulling away from his side you slip down the bed, mirroring Eddie’s position on the other side of Steve’s legs. Eddie releases Steve’s cock from his mouth, smiling over at you.

“Hey pretty girl. You want a turn?”

“Please.”

Eddie takes your hand, guiding you to wrap your fingers around the velvety skin of Steve’s shaft. He’s warm and firm under your touch, your fingertips just meeting around his impressive girth. You squeeze softly, giving a few experimental tugs, looking up at Steve for his reaction. His eyes are screwed shut, teeth clamping down hard on his bottom lip.

“Am I doing something wrong?” You whisper to Eddie, who just laughs.

“Don’t think so baby, I think Stevie’s just having a hard time keeping it together.” Eddie’s lips brush against your ear, his voice so low there’s no way Steve will hear it.

“Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to good use, really make him lose his shit.”

You lick your lips, wetting them just enough before wrapping them around the leaking head, your tongue tracing lazy circles against the hot skin. Steve moans loudly, fist flying up to his face as his bites his whitened knuckles.

You mimic Eddie’s movements from earlier, moving your head up and down the shaft, tears forming along your lashes when you take him a little further than intended, nudging against the back of your throat.

“Good girl, doing so good.” Eddie murmurs, swiping away the tears that spill. You press kisses up the side of Steve’s length and Eddie joins you, licking and sucking on the skin the other side.

“Fucking hell. You two really are gonna be the death of me.” Steve groans, repeating his earlier words.

You giggle, looking up at him as you and Eddie both suckle on his tip, sloppily making out with Steve’s cock pressed between your lips, tongues meeting and sliding. Eddie moves down, giving you space to take Steve fully in your mouth again, while he turns his attention to Steve’s balls, kissing and sucking the velvety skin.

You feel Steve’s cock twitch in your throat as his stomach muscles tense and flex, a tell tale sign he’s nearing his climax.

“S-shit. Shit. I’m gonna cum, Y/N, fuck baby.” Steve gently pulls on your hair, as if warning you to move before he loses it. You ignore him, pushing further until you’re gagging as your nose rests flush against the wiry curls at his base.

“Shit, shit!” Steve cries out, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. You swallow every drop he gives you, humming as the salty taste invades your senses. You keep sucking until he’s whimpering from overstimulation, and you pull back, allowing his softening cock to fall from your lips. A firm hand grips your hair, and Eddie crashes his lips against yours, an intense kiss as he licks into your mouth, chasing Steve’s taste on your tongue. When you part you’re both breathless.

“You still with us Steve?” Eddie teases, looking up at the panting, quivering mess of a boy sprawled out on the sheets.

“Just about.” Steve sighs, wiping sweat from his brow.

You laugh, collapsing against his chest, exhaustion washing over your body. His strong arms close around you, the warmth of his body making you feel like you’re cast in the soft glow of sunshine. Eddie comes to lay behind you, his hands placed over Steve’s on your waist. He nuzzled in, pressing sweet kisses to the nape of your neck as you hum contentedly.

“Will you stay?” He whispers, words muffled by his face buried in your hair.

“Yes.” you whisper back. “I don’t want to go home, I want to stay here, with both of you.” Both men grip you tighter, and you sigh deeply, letting your body relax into the safety of their hold on you. In the morning there’d be a lot to talk about, but for now you didn’t want to think about that, didn’t want to think about anything, except the feeling of their skin on yours and the soft sounds of their breathing.

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