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alien-magnolia · 1 year

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Eddie Munson’s Little Housewife

This one’s pretty kinky!! Fic description and warnings down below:

18+ minors DNI.

Fic description: Dom! Eddie Munson x fem!subby reader, smutty smut, praise/degradation kink, daddy kink, impact play, collaring, service! kink

“Princess!!,” you hear your boyfriend shout from the other side of the trailer. He was in the living room, you were in his room, just laying around in bed.

You wore one of his oversized band shorts, and pretty hot pink lace panties!! With frilly socks to match, of course. You hear him call you and quickly jump off the bed to run to him.

You come into the living room and there he is, sitting on the couch, manspread, a dwindling flame from the cigarette in his mouth. “Come here, sweet girl,” he says, and pats his lap, motioning for you to sit. You skip over to him, settling in on his lap. He holds your thighs together with his big calloused hand, and you sling your arm around his shoulders.

“I got a little idea, sweetheart. A little idea for our play time, for a scene,” he starts. You knew this was coming. Anytime he wants to talk with you on his lap, you had a feeling it was going to be something dirty.

You felt that little jolt between your legs. Eds felt it too. Suddenly it was a bit hot in the room. “I like the sound of that Eds. Can I be super pretty for you??,” your voice was starting to slip into that subby space you and him loved so much. “Of course, sweet thing. How about this? We can start tomorrow. I give you a few hours to prepare, then I come home from “work” and see how good my baby can serve her Daddy. Would you like that, princess?,” he asks you, lips trailing over your neck. You giggle and squirm a bit more in his lap. “Yes.” “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.” “Good,” he smiles, attacking your face with kisses!!

~ The next day ~

The scene was to start in late afternoon. You found a light pink dress with some heels in your closet, and put on some jewelry and bright makeup too. Eds was outside, waiting to “come home” to his pretty little housewife. Before he left, he instructed you to clean the kitchen and make him dinner. You got dressed first, and then completed the tasks he ordered you to do. Suddenly, the door opens.

You had just finished taking his dinner out of the microwave, and setting the table for him. Here he was, dressed in a black leather jacket and black jeans this time. His top dipped down, down just below where you could see his hairy chest.

You stand there, staring at him. He’s beautiful. “Now, where are your manners, sweetheart? Aren’t you going to invite me in?,” he drawled, his voice low, taunting. It gave you a little tingle between your legs, as you brush aside the hem of your skirt and let him inside.

“Dinner’s all ready, honey. I set the table, just the way you like it,” you gesture to the table, and pull out his chair for him, bringing him a napkin as well.

He hums, satisfied. He doesn’t praise you just yet. He is waiting, waiting for you to mess up. Just so you can get punished.

He eats his dinner in silence, while you sit across from him at the table, hands folded all nice in your lap, watching him with intent. You feel like he’ll start any minute. The anticipation is killing you.

“I’m done,” he whispers, softly, and you scramble to clear his plate. You left his cup on the table. He raises his voice a bit.

“Are we forgetting something?,” he asks you. You freeze. You didn’t clear anything off the table yet. “Oh, um…,” you start.

“Ah, ah, no time for explaining now, baby. You forgot. Isn’t that right?,” he says, stepping closer to you, pushing you against a wall, his hand trailing up your skirt.

“Yes, daddy.” He huffs, “good.” He pulls out a chair into the kitchen tile, sitting on it, leaving you panting against the wall. He taps his thigh. A signal. You knew what to do. You start to walk over to him.

“No. Kneel,” he points, onto the floor. You do as he says, kneeling right in front of him, hands folded in your lap. That was his favorite position. You look up.

He takes your chin, bringing your face a bit closer to him. He pulls out your small collar out of his pocket, reaching behind you gently to put it on. It is pink, with a heart ring in the middle. He tugs on it a bit, brushing your hair behind your knee.

“Didn’t listen to daddy, did you now, sweet girl?” You shake your head, as he peppers your cheek with a few light kisses. “Now, look at you. Kneeling like a little whore, for all those neighbors to see. I think my girl needs to be put in her place, don’t you?” He smugly taunts. He tugs on your collar a bit, his calloused fingertips brushing against your soft neck. “Here’s what’s going to happen, sweetheart. I’m going to close those curtains, lock that door. I’m going to put you over my knee. And then I’ll give you as many spanks as I see fit, and you’re going to thank me for it, like the little slut you are.”

You froze again, simply mulling over his words in your head. He reaches over to you, a look of concern on his face. “Color, sweetheart? What’s your color?,” he asks. “Green, daddy. So green.” He smiles, and pats his knee again, motioning for you to get up. You loved how he checked in on you during a scene, he was so caring!!

Suddenly, you feel your skirt lifted, a cool breeze, your lavender lace thong exposed for him to see. You feel his metal rings, the shape of them, graze over your thong, pulling on it a bit. Without warning, he brings it down on your ass, you jolt forward a bit. “That’s one, princess. I think you need a minimum of twenty, maybe thirty, even. You’ve been bad.”

“Two,” he calmly says, as his calloused hand comes down on your ass again. Lucky for you, he gave you only ten more until you were shaking a bit in his lap. He gently pulls you up, and lays you on the table, face down.

You can’t see what he is doing, but you feel him now on top of you, his hairy chest pressing down onto your small, bare, back!! He grunts a bit, and you feel his hands near your backside. “Spread those cute little thighs for me. There you go, sweetie. What a good girl.”

You can’t do much but nod and moan, and soon enough you feel his big calloused fingers push Into you, god — it felt so good. “Fuck, — he grunts. This sweet little cunt is just sucking me in. You must be so ready for me, sweetie.” His voice —just so sweet. “Gonna give you my cock now, honey.”

With that, he slides Into you, your squelching pussy just pulling him in more and more, you felt so full and good, all stuffed with your daddy’s cock! “Fuck, princess, so fuckin’ good baby, so tight, can’t even move, what a good little slut you are for me,” he praises, stroking your hair with one of his hands, and the other holding your hips up firmly in place.

“Gonna go fast now, sweetie. You just lay there and take it for me, ‘kay?” “Yes, daddy,” you answer him, softly, brain too empty to think. You feel one his hands steady your shoulders, and then he starts pounding into you, ruthlessly, grunting, at a pace that has the table shaking.

“God — he was so strong and you loved it!! You felt his soft and big balls against you, as he drove his fat cock deeper and deeper into you. “Too deep, s’ too deep, daddy, can’t take it anymore,” you squeal out to him, and yet he does nothing but calm uou with some more “it’s okay, princess, just be a good girl and take it for me.” And soon enough, you feel his hot seed spill out into you, and with that, he is about to pull out. You grab his wrist. “Want your cock, daddy. Want it in.”

He agrees, kissing you on the cheek lightly. “S’okay, sweetie. We can stay like this. My perfect little housewife, huh? She’s so good for me, letting me breed her on the table like that. My perfect girl, so good for me,” he coos at you, as he momentarily pulls out, to slide you on your back. He lays back down on top of you, his heavy body pressing down on your little one, he slides his cock back in.

“How about we cuddle a bit, and then I can take a bath with you? How does that sound, sweetie? Did so good for me today…,” he coos at you some more, you run your hands through his fluffy dark brown locks. You loved scenes with your Eds — you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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hoppingonjim · 2 years

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Hearts and spanks- Eddie Munson

summary: your daddy, eddie tells you no, but you don't exactly listen, it's too late however, and the only way to reprimand you is by ruining your ass.

cw: ddlg dynamics, a glimpse of pet play, spanking/impact play, daddy!eddie munson, dark!(ish)eddie munson, dumbification, degrading, talk of eddie controlling the reader, dacryphilia, manhandling/throwing, nipple play, size kink, little reader, mean!eddie, dom!eddie, mean!dom!eddie (oof), hints of fingering, afab!reader {word count=1.5k} notes: i love ddlg but i haven't written for it in so long, so i apologize if this is more on the darker side. i will say eddie is fucking mean in this (imo) so,,, warning there i suppose. 18+ MINORS DNI

"please daddy! just one more, please?"

normally, eddie would cave and say yes. wanting to please you so bad and treat his little girl like the princess she was. however, this time he shakes his head, a hand raising to toy with the pink bow that donned your braid- the pink bow that he decided you should wear every night with a matching, silk nightgown. one that barely came below your thighs, the same one that displayed the curvature of your ass, all for him to stalk and enjoy, "no, sorry princess, s' gonna hurt your tummy, we don't want that, right?"

he draws a hand to rub circles on your stomach, his fingertips gripping more noticeably as the circling went on. you sigh, lips falling into a displeased pout as you look for him to give in- which he shows no sign of. sure, he gives you the baby voice, his own caring pout, but he wouldn't give in to you.

he was your daddy. you were the little girl.

"you can have more tomorrow, princess. promise. but let's just sleep right now, 'kay?" if you weren't such a pretty princess, eddie would be seething right now. he knew he spoiled you, of course only on occasions, but he still did. now was not an occasion though, and he just wished your little self-absorbed self would realize that and just listen.

meekly, you nod. you knew he was right. it was only ever in your daddy's nature to want the best for you, always making sure you were feeling well and satisfied. a sour mood though was nearing closer to you the more he felt him hold you closer, securely closer. in his routine before closing his eyes, he places a hand on your breast. cupping the supple skin, fingers mindlessly twisting and toying with the bud of your nipple, nail tracing the shape of your clothed areola.

any other night you would have been delighted, completely contented at such a soothing touch. tonight was not any other night and your brain was too preoccupied with the recurring taste of those heart candies your daddy had bought for you. it's only until you can hear his heavy breathing that you know he's in deep sleep.

that's when you decide to sneak. you're not all that stealthy, in fact you've earned the nickname clutz a few times or two by your daddy, but in the moment you were trying hard to be stealthy. on your tip toes, holding your breath to the point gags roll off your tongue, you only felt relief once you see you're out of the bedroom. opening your lips is more therapeutic than any session you've been in, and the sugary scent of those candy hearts swimming in the glass, centerpiece bowl is something that intoxicates your nose. breathless and hungry, you inch closer before grabbing a handful.

each heart pops into your mouth, one at a time. you savor the taste, the sugar that dissolves on the heat of your tongue, wintergreen melts into the corners of your mouth. you were certain you moan purely at the nostalgic taste.

it's a paradise for the duration. your mouth dancing with lemon, grape and cherry. your lips are satisfied, smiling in a daze once your tongue wets your bottom lip in fulfillment.

all paradises get rained upon, sadly, and that came true for you. hissing through teeth, veiny hands flick the light switch on. eyes glowing red, and lips stormy, your daddy wasn't all too pleased.

"the fuck did i tell you? no fucking more," he moves closer to you quickly, two fingers dig into your cheeks. furious, he yanks your head up so he can be greeted by your wide, doe eyes.

you know he's pissed, beyond pissed even. fumes blew from his ears in rage as he tugged down at your chin, "open the fuck up." you oblige, opening your jaw timidly.

heaving back and soon he spit into your mouth, closing your jaw tightly with wicked eyes, "fucking swallow it."

you could only look at him. there were many nights like this before, and you did think you swallowed it- you didn't realize you didn't until he huffed again, "i already knew you were a dumb whore, but this fucking dumb? how many fucking brain cells are left in that dead head of yours?" his fingers tap roughly on your temples, causing you to swallow. with watery eyes and wet eyelashes, he can only smirk at the glorious sight, "the dumb slut is crying, huh? well i've got more in store for you then."

it happened quickly. in a swift motion, you found yourself perched over his shoulder, a hand clamp on your ass cheeks. fingers tapped in a scolding rhythm of your skin until your back met the comforter in a slam.

in such a position like the one current, where you're helpless on his bed and sniffling, he just has to admire. admiring can't last forever though and in a liquid motion he sits himself down to the edge. with a whistle he calls you over, like a worthless dog. and you know your worth in moments like this, so while whimpering helplessly you come crawling over, laying yourself tensely over his knee.

there's a need he has to caress your ass, wanting you to feel suspense. he likes you, in this tense state, knowing what he's going to do to you. it's occasional, the way he taunts you by pressing his rings tightly against the covered skin.

"why so tense? loosen up a bit, daddy's just gonna show you what happens when you're a bad girl," his voice was softening up but his actions only grew rougher. another yank, another tug, just so he can see the tears rolling down your face.

there was no better sight than witnessing you all worried, all hurt. not even physically yet. fingers curl around the hem of the silk nightgown, leisurely lifting the cloth upwards and settling it on the arch above your ass. eddie can't describe how provoking it is to see you without your cotton, kiss-marked panties on. but rather your bare ass cheeks and slick cunt all for him to see.

you don't expect it, not yet anyway, when he delivers a firm blow to the right cheek. you whimper, yelping out like a hurt puppy- which is what you are to him. contrary to you, he laughs maliciously and rubs your other cheek before smacking it harder. his goal to see the skin turn raw.

he gets his wish with each spank, each slap complemented by the cool rigid texture of the rings, "fucking dumb slut, are you just that much of an airhead or are you too desperate for daddy to notice you?" another smack, harder than the last meets your nude skin, the sound of your innocent sobs creates harder smacks, "did you lose the ability to fucking speak too?"

you're hiccuping, sniffling and whimpering all at once, the sounds bouncing recklessly off the walls, "n-no daddy, too , too desperate to be noticed. need- attention," he just smirks, gripping onto a section of fat and manhandling it with a firmer grasp.

"well isn't that fucking obvious, you should be thanking daddy then, huh? thanking him for giving a whore like you attention," your body is turning limp with each spank, waving like the ocean and following the patterns of his hand.

desire becomes to much for him, and he shoves a finger inside your little wet hole, groaning to himself, "this gets you off? daddy having to fucking spank your dumb ass?" you can't even nod, too helpless at this point. only able to moan, you're soaked, your slick wetting your inner thighs, feeling your inner walls be harshly toyed with by eddie's singular finger, "that cunts gripping on pretty tight, too bad this pretty pussy can't get her daddy, you've been too bratty."

and he pulls his fingers away, leaving you gaping- both mouth and pussy.

there's only twenty more harsh spanks before he stops, now stroking your ass in the hopes of comforting you, rewarding you, "here, baby, look at me, princess-" you don't have to move a limb, he takes you in his arms and positions your body so you're straddling his lap, "daddy just doesn't want you getting a tummy ache, okay? daddy can't have his pretty little girl getting sick, you know that."

your cheeks are corrupted with the stains of tears that glisten when you nod, earning a small smile from him as you hiccup, "m', sorry daddy, i know you just want the best for me."

eddie loves your timid voice, so much so that he presses a loving kiss onto your forehead, hands falling to your hips, "atta girl, i know you are, sometimes i just feel like you can't listen. i get worried, babygirl, you, you're just so stupid sometimes."

you know he's right- well, not know, you just believe whatever he says. because eddie has no reason to lie to you, "i know daddy, m' stupid, need you to take care of me.

"i'll take care of you right now, baby, let me go run a bath."

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strangerxperv · 4 months

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Daddy Dom Steve Harrington x Spoiled Little Reader

MINORS GO FIND COAL

NSFW/ Not Fit For Teens

Steve is usually a very soft daddy that will literally give you anything. He's anything but a hard Dom and caves for you too easily. That's probably why you're so spoiled.

You know all you have to do is act cute and give him your prettiest babydoll eyes. It doesn't hurt to beg either and he's also weak for baby talk. And if you've done something bad? You've been a bad girl?

"I'm sorry, daddy. I love you lots and I promise to be a good girl for daddy."

That always gets him to forgive you but it's not working this time. No matter how many times you sweetly said it or begged. Even when your strained scratchy voice croaked up at him.

It only made him fuck your throat all the harder and faster. His full balls slapped onto your spit soaked chin with each earth shaking thrust. Your lips are split wide around his girth and his large hands keep your head still.

You can't help but gag spluttering whines around his imposing cock. You even try to beg around the throbbing erection. But he can't make out your words and he doesn't care to hear them.

"You should have made daddy cum but you just had to be a selfish spoiled brat. Bad. Fucking. Girl." Steve holds his cock down your throat and watches as your hands flail. Your tiny hands brace on his thick hair thighs but you don't tap out. "I'm gonna cum now and you're gonna take it all, swallow."

The gluck glack slurping gags and slapping sounds are interrupted by the thick sounds of swallowing. Steve's moans vibrate around the room as he watches you. He feels good. Real good. Maybe he should punish you more often?

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve rogers x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x curvy reader #steve harrington x you #daddy steve hareington x little reader #soft daddy steve harrington x spoiled princess #stanger things

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Summary: Steve Harrington just wants someone to give all his love and affection to, and maybe spoil a bit because why not? That’s what made him go on a website that promised just that, someone he can spend time with and will make him happy. That someone just so happens to be you, while you’re not new to this type of relationship, Steve is. This series is all about the journey between you and Steve and how he becomes your sugar daddy oh…and he might also have a crush on you.

A/N: if this type of thing isn’t for you that’s totally fine! Also I don’t write smut but I’ll do my best to make it as spicy as I can✨

Status: Ongoing

Request: Here

Instagrams: Here

Conversations: Here

Everything Else: Here

*this is going to be a mixture of things but it’ll all be down below in the correct order*

Part 1: Hey

Part 2: Dinner

Part 3: Observant

Part 4: Date?

Part 5: Tickets

Part 6: In Like

#sugar daddy Steve #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington concepts #steve harrington social media au #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington slow burn #steve harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington x you fluff #steve harrington series #Steve Harrington #my little fluffy haired baby

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eddiessluttywaist · 1 year

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as if

AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES.

summary: eddie taunts reader daily, but… she kinda likes it? just never does anything about it. not until she has to tutor him, anyway.

pairing: bully!mean!perv!eddie munson x perv!fem reader

word count: 7,901 words

content/warnings: swearing, some angst at the beginning kinda, mention of death (barb), SMUT MDNI (y/n is 18), bully!eddie, mean!eddie, perv!eddie, bully kink (?), dominating, arguing, breeding kink, hate sex, brief masturbation mentions, mocking, teasing, anxiety kinda, spitting, invasion of privacy (eddie goes through her things), eddie’s a dirty lil pantie stealer and sniffer, y/n is a c*m sl*t, bulge kink(?), dacryphilia, groping, choking, daddy kink if you squint real hard, mentions of virginity (y/n is not a virgin), pet names (doll face, princess), degradation (use of slut). i think that’s all pls tell me if i miss anything!

a/n: i have to say tbh i don’t see eddie ever being a bully so this is technically like an au!eddie?…but also… uhhhh very hot. makes my brain wiggle with heat waves so here we are. hope you like it! <3

part two - part three

As if.

It’s a simple statement, really, and you meant no harm when you said it. It was just something to be said… that didn’t mean he didn’t hear it though.

That also didn’t mean it didn’t tick him off.

You were surprisingly pretty to be in the geek group, but in the cruel and tyrannical world of high school girls..? Alas, no amount of lip gloss or cute skirts could free you of the fact that you were smart. Not only smart, but a geek. A nerd—who was shy around most—and you got along with nearly all of the teachers because of how well-behaved and intelligent you were. And, on occasion—although you always tried your best to not come off this way—a bit of a know-it-all.

That was the final nail in your coffin, really. Correcting Carol Perkins in American History in front of everyone back in your freshman year. (Her sophomore year and already irritable about having to take a freshman course 2 years in a row). You meant well, but she had it out for you ever since. The tyrant, as it was, made it entirely impossible for you to make your way up the food chain.

So in your sophomore year of high school, back in Autumn of ‘83, you were among the peasants just like him—even as a senior (for the first time). He took a quiet interest in you. You were cute and soft-spoken. You were a sophomore, though, and the fact that you were 15 at the time made the 17 year old scrunch up his nose whenever he remembered. He could still look, though, right? There was no harm in that…

Nancy and Barb took notice of it all pretty quickly. The way that the senior would scan over your outfits everyday. The way that he might’ve smirked a little if you had to bend over to pick something up, simply staring at your behind rather than coming over to get your things for you. The pair would exchange glances that you were adorably unaware of, over his attention that you were also so endearingly oblivious to. One day, they finally burst over it in the hallway, and he overheard.

“I think a senior likes you.” Nancy teased, gripping her Geometry textbook to her chest.

“What?” You had let out a slight laugh, digging through you locker. “What makes you say that?”

“Oh my god, seriously?” Barb interjected. “Aren’t you supposed to be smart? Observant?”

You were all wide-eyed over that, pouty lips opening and then closing as you struggled to find your words before finally landing on a frustrated huff and a simple “Shut up.”

“He stares at you all the time.” Nancy pushed with a teasing smile.

“Like you can talk.” You teased, slamming your locker shut before resting your back against it. “Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington is totally all over you.” You smirked at the way her face instantly heated up.

“I- He- It’s not like that.” She insisted, completely flustered. And while Barb agreed with you, she wasn’t interested in letting you direct the conversation elsewhere.

“Besides he’s just a Junior. The guy who likes you is a Senior.” Nancy tacked on.

“Like there’s really that big of a difference?” You raised a brow.

“There is.” Barb scoffs.

“Well then if it’s such a huge deal… can’t you just tell me who it is?”

“You seriously don’t know?” Barb questioned and the ginger-brunette pair tilted their heads while they looked at you with a sort of exasperated disbelief. You just gave them that wide eyed look again and shrugged your shoulders.

Barb broke first with a scoff and a bright smile. “Eddie Munson. He stares at you all the time.”

Eddie Munson. He wasn’t popular by any means, but he was still a Senior. He was still attractive to you, and could still make an underclassmen blush if he gave them any attention simply because he was older and a little dangerous. He just didn’t show any interest in any of the other younger students, just a little curiosity towards you.

“Eddie Munson?” You had laughed a little, which made him furrow his brows as he listened in just around the corner of the hall at his own locker. You were being dismissive out of nerves, not out of any sort of malicious intent, but that’s not how he took your tone. After all, he was a cynical man.

“As if.”

After that he was a bit bitter towards you. Then he was a little mean. And then he was just plain cruel. He was an asshole. He was a bully.

Since his interest being pointed out to you, you occasionally glanced over at him to see if he really was staring. But he either acted like you didn’t exist, or whenever his gaze did meet yours the corners of his lips turned down and his brow frowned with disgust before looking elsewhere.

When Barb went missing, you and Nancy were temporarily joined at the hip in your efforts to figure out what happened. Then one day Nancy went cold on you. Started making excuses and hardly speaking to you otherwise. You didn’t understand, finding yourself completely alone as you scattered “Missing Person” posters all over Hawkins.

You had no idea what happened with Barb at the time and still had no clue what happened with your friendship with Nance to this very day. Maybe the loss was too much. Maybe Nancy couldn’t handle the reminder of your perfect trio. She was always closer to Barb than you. Maybe Barb missing and then turning up dead made it too difficult for her to face you. Maybe she was all caught up in two guys being completely obsessed with her, which admittedly made you a little jealous.

Soon enough you seemed to be completely off one another’s radars. It made high school even lonelier for you. You eventually found some new friends in other corners of the “Smart Kids” lunch table, but it was never like it was with Nancy and Barb.

So by the time he started getting a little mean, there wasn’t really anyone to protect you. Your new friends were skittish around the metalhead. Nance and Barb would’ve stood up for you once, but that support system was obliterated back in ‘83.

So when he shoved past you in the halls later in your sophomore year, no one gave it any thought. When he was pulling your hair in your Junior year then acting all innocent when you turned around to confront him, still no one cared. Now in your Senior year—and him in his third—whenever you thought he couldn’t be worse, he proved you wrong and did so with a devilish grin.

He pulled your hair. He tripped you. He stood behind you in line at lunch and would flip up the back of your skirt. He smacked your books out of your hands. He openly mocked you while leaning back in his chair at lunch with that smug look on his face. He mimicked your contributions in class under his breath, knowing you’d hear him and trip over your words. He snuck filthy messages into your locker that made your face burn with embarrassment and disgust—disgust for him and for the way his perverted words made your thighs press together. He would speed up whenever you were walking or biking home just to scare the shit out of you. He would take any opportunity to shove you or throw things at you or press his body up against yours in a derisive and vulgar manner—especially in gym class. He would “playfully” hump you from behind and nearly knock you over whenever you bent over and there was no teacher paying attention. Or spank you. Or pinch your ass.

He was horrible. Disgusting. Obnoxious. Crude. Vile. He made you go home with tears in your eyes most days, but the worst part was how much you liked the attention. You hated yourself for it. You wished you were running to the nearest adult to tell them every last thing he did to you. You wished you were standing up to him and calling him a disgusting pig in front of everyone which surely would’ve pulled out some “Ooo”s and maybe even some of the Seniors that hated him would’ve joined in. Maybe even had your back, even if it was temporary.

But you didn’t because by now when he pulled your hair, you had to refrain from whimpering or moaning. When he tripped you, you thought of the things he could do to you now you were already on your hands and knees. When he flipped up your skirt you always gasped and shoved him away, secretly hoping he’d do it again—even starting to wear only your cutest pairs of panties to school. When he smacked your books out of your hands, you actually liked that it was him causing you to bend over or get on your knees to collect your things again. When he decided to mock you from over at his spot at lunch, you got butterflies from the way he said your name and the way his dimples sunk into his cheeks. When he mimicked you in class, you tripped over your words because his voice and tangible presence got you all flustered and hot. When you got to your locker, you secretly hoped to see the torn off corner of some notebook page flutter onto the floor with the most obscene words. When he sped up to scare you, you thought about screaming something so bold at him that he would screech to a halt and reverse before telling you to get in his van, now.

You liked when he threw things at you like balled up paper to your cheek in class or a basketball to your side in gym. You liked when he shoved you or pressed against you because in his attempts to intimidate you with his touch and his proximity, it made your knees weak. You liked how he pinched your ass or gave it a little smack when you bent over and your teacher wasn’t looking. And you loved when he would thrust up against you whenever you were bent over and there was no teacher around at all, because his bulge pressed up against you (even while he was laughing devilishly) made you ache.

He was so utterly horrible to you, and yet when you found yourself grinding on your hand at night on top of your pink, white and yellow quilt—you were thinking about him and how mean he was. You were thinking about how mean he would be as he fucked you. Taunting you and teasing you and mocking you. You spasmed around your fingers and choked down your cries at the thought of him bullying your cunt.

It was all a fantasy, though. He never interacted with you longer than a few seconds, and was always with him in control. If you walked up to him and told him you wanted him to fuck you like the bully he was, he probably would’ve died laughing right before your eyes and told everyone he knew about your embarrassing lust for the guy who made your life a living hell. But now you were being cornered into spending time with him, and being faced with a real-life scenario where you were together made your palms sweat.

“I know he’s a difficult young man, but if you tutor him I’ll figure something out with the principal. Some sort of extra credit maybe.”

“There’s no one else that could tutor him?” You choked out, nerves on edge. Ms. O’Donnell gave you a sympathetic smile and shook her head.

“All busy.”

Busy, my ass you wanted to huff out. They were probably all avoiding him like the plague. O’Donnell was desperate to get his grade up and get him out of the damn school, which you didn’t blame her for, but god… why you?

“Okay…” You relented, a sad twitch for a smile when she sighed in relief and thanked you incessantly.

“I’ve already spoken to him about needing a tutor, I’ll let him know the good news, okay?”

You nodded with a meek “okay,” and tried to go on with the rest of your day as if you weren’t wracked with fear, excitement, concern over your excitement. You were on edge all day, and nearly jumped out of you seat when you were called to the office over the speakers about 5 minutes to the end of your last class. You swallowed anxiously, collecting your things and trying to ignore the “ooo”s over you being summoned to the principal’s office—assuming you were in trouble.

You trudged towards your destination, pausing when you spotted him slack in one of the chairs by the front desk that he frequented more than anyone else. You considered running in the opposite direction and making up some lie to Ms. O’Donnell the next day, but then Mrs. White beamed at you after happening to glance away from her clunky typewriter.

“Miss Y/L/N! Come on in, dear.” She spoke cheerfully in a way that went through you sideways. Eddie’s eyes shot up to you, smirking around the fingernail he was chewing at and clearly considering spitting it at you if Mrs. White hadn’t been paying attention. You toyed with the ends of your sleeves anxiously, listening to Mrs. White discuss the details Ms. O’Donnell had ready. What topics to go over (which was just about everything). How many times per week she wanted you to tutor him (at least once/week). The only thing left out was when and where.

“Oh that’s up to you two, hon.” She chirped. “Just compare your schedules.”

“It’s not in school? With a teacher around?” You questioned anxiously, but she was oblivious to your worries.

“Nope, no need for supervision. We like to give the tutors space from the teachers while they work with others, we find that the students that need help take to that better.”

“Sure do.” Eddie spoke up, and you nearly flinched at how close he sounded. You glanced over and he must’ve just gotten out of the hard plastic chair cause he was slightly leaned back to give his body a stretch causing his chest to puff out a little, his hands moving to rest by his hips as he tugged his jeans up.

“What? Scared of me ‘r somethin’?” He whispered playfully, a hand moving up to rest over his heart as he feigned offense before his act melted away to show his usual smirk. He winked at you, and you swallowed nervously as you looked back at Mrs. White again who was blissfully unaware of his malevolence.

“So here you go… those worksheets and… a time sheet.” The woman grinned as she placed the last paper on top before sliding everything over. “You just have to add the dates that you study together, and you both have to sign each time. Ms. O’Donnell said writing a quick synopsis of what you went over would be nice too, but not necessary. The most important thing is seeing a difference in Mr. Munson’s grades.”

“Sounds good to me, Pam.” Eddie smiled at Mrs. White whose sunny demeanor sunk into a more serious expression while you put the papers away neatly in one of your folders.

“What have we talked about, Mr. Munson? Use my first name again and you’ll find your butt in detention this Saturday for such disrespect. Again.”

He puts his hands up as if apologizing for his actions, but he was still grinning ear to ear. Mrs. White eyed him with a tight lipped scowl, then looked at you.

“Good luck.”

You were gonna need it.

The ride to your house in his rusty van was surprisingly quiet beyond his music. You were on edge which he enjoyed like always, but he was clearly saving the torment for when he was inside your home. You wished your parents were home, even if they were tucked away in another room, but they were both gone for the weekend to attend your Aunt’s wedding. Not that you’d let him know that.

“We’ll be studying in the dining room. And no funny business. My dad’s in his office and he doesn’t like being disturbed while he’s working.” You lied seamlessly, making your way over to the dining table, Eddie lazily sauntering along.

“Oo does daddy have a temper?” He teased in a whisper. “Gonna come out and spank you if you bother him too much?”

He gave you a mocking pout and your face scrunched up with irritation.

“Just sit so we can get this over with.”

“I’m sorry are you under the false impression that you’re in charge here, doll face?” He questioned, keeping his anger mostly disguised by his inquisitive tone.

“Well, I’m the tutor so-“ You scoff out, avoiding looking at him as you pulled all of your study materials from your bag.

“Yeah and that means something to me because…?” He drew out his last word as he spun on his heels and casually walked away.

“I- what-“ You sputtered. “What are you doing?”

“You know it’s awfully rude to have a guest and not give them a tour of the place.” He spoke casually, grabbing the ends of picture frames hanging on the walls to get a better look at them before letting them drop back again. You were hot on his heels, fixing every frame he left crooked. He paused at a picture of you from camp in a bikini with some of the friends you made that summer, smug and sucking at his teeth a little as he eyed the image of you.

“Real cute…still got it?” He looked over at you, his hair shifting over his shoulder as he eyed you. “Wanna model it for me? Make all this worth my while?”

Your cheeks were starting to turn pink.

“We have to study.”

“Eh.” He shrugs, and looks over to spot the staircase behind him. He slunk around the corner and made his way up the carpeted steps.

“Hey- hey! You’re not allowed up there!” You shout after him, rushing to follow after him. He was already on the second floor when he turned and shushed you.

“Don’t wanna make daddy angry, right? He’s hard at work if I’m remembering correctly.” He whispered with a joking concern for your father’s focus who wasn’t even here, and you worried he knew that. He continued on along the hallway and you stayed behind him, wishing there was something you could do to get him to stop. He opened doors along the way, inspecting the interior with a mild curiosity. The upstairs bathroom. Your parent’s room. The spare bedroom. Then-

“Ah, here we are.” Your bedroom at the end of the hall.

“Please get out of my room.” You pleaded, but he continued on his quest. He looked at the makeup on your vanity, toppling some of the products over like a careless cat before moving on. He toyed with any photos in your room, sniffed at the perfume bottles on your dresser.

“Eddie-“ You started, clenching your jaw as he found the perfume you wore the most often and sprayed some of it on the crotch of his jeans. Then he just kept a hold on it as he waltzed around your room, spraying it several times just to waste your favorite product.

“That’s rude.” You spoke up, your lips pouting slightly. He snickered at your comment, how you sounded like a wronged child.

“Aw well if you need to touch up your perfume at all, you know where to get it.” He grinned, pointing to his groin before continuing to go through your things. The concept was strange but still made you clench simply from the thought of having to rub at his bulge to get something you wanted. He didn’t waste that much of your fragrance, but the idea was still burning in your mind.

He muttered disapproving comments at the posters on your walls and the cassettes he rummaged through until he got bored. You were nervous about interfering even as he invaded your privacy, until he was opening your top drawer to go through your panties and bras.

“Hey! That’s too far!” You gasp, rushing over to slam the drawer closed again. He shoved you back and opened it again.

“Quit being so fucking uptight.”

“Quit going through things that don’t belong to you!” You talked back which was still surprising him every time you did, but certainly didn’t let it show.

“Yeah well quit pissing me off before I put you in your fucking place.” He seethes, giving you an angry warning look that felt like fire all over you. You wanted to cry, to tell him to stop being so mean to you, but it would be useless. You’d just end up feeling pathetic as he laughed over your misery. You just had to stand there and watch as he kept going through your underwear drawer.

“Ooh, cute. I don’t think I’ve seen these yet.” He clicked his tongue and blew out an impressed breath as he held up a black lacy number. “‘d love to leave some stains on these for you, doll face.”

“You’re disgusting.” You blurt out, but the thought of his cum spurting onto your new pair of panties made you feel warm. He smirked at your frustration, tucking the underwear into his pocket.

“Those are new!”

He shrugs, shoving the drawer closed again with enough careless force to knock over a picture frame perched on top. He doesn’t seem to care until he’s spinning around with his finger pointed at you and that wicked look on his face.

“You know what, though? You bring up a great point.” He tugs the lace from his pocket and holds it up to his nose before letting out a disappointed sigh. “Now that’s a problem. Still smell like whatever cutesy store you got ‘em from.”

You have a moment of hope that he’s trying to be nice and provide an opportunity to give them back to you, even if he’s going about it in a dirty way. But that doesn’t last long, even when he’s tossing them back to you.

“Why don’t you put ‘m on for me, huh? Then when you give ‘em to me on my way out I’ll have proof of how fucking wet I get you.” He spoke so smoothly as he got closer to you, that it almost blanketed the filth of his words as something soft or even sweet.

“As if.” You scoff out in a huff, and there’s a fury to his gaze that you don’t understand.

“Yeah… as if.” He murmurs darkly, getting closer to you. You swallow nervously and take a step back. “Cause fuck me, right? I’m just some good-for-nothing asshole who you wouldn’t give the time of day. Not a priss like you.”

“I-I’m not a-“

“Oh dad!” He’s suddenly shouting at the top of his lungs in a sing-song manner, his body whipped around to face your doorway, and your eyes go wide.

“Stop-“

“Hey! I just wanna meet Mr. Y/L/N! Spending time with your lovely daughter!” He spoke with a passionate respect that you knew was coming from a hateful place. He had gone to your doorframe and was listening for any kind of response. A verbal acknowledgement. The sound of steps or creaking floorboards to tell him there was actually going to be someone to confront him.

His grin became devious as he went to the steps again. “Hello?” He calls, dragging out that last vowel.

“Will you quit it!” You hiss, tears prickling at your eyes now at the thought of him realizing you were all alone. Just you and him. And that you had lied to him.

He was turning around, sure now that the only people in this house were you and him. His dimples were pushing into his cheeks again as he sucked at his teeth, approaching you at the doorway to your bedroom like a cocky killer. The kind that you saw in horror movies that knew they had their prey cornered and could have some fun with it.

Out of nerves and a need to keep a barrier between the two of you, you took a quick step back and went to slam your door shut so you could lock it, but he got there in time to stop in with an outstretched arm. He pushed it open so harshly that you were sure there would be a dent in your wall where the doorknob was forced into it.

God, you couldn’t stand the way he looked right now. So proud. So smug. That shit-eating grin that told you he knew he was winning. That fury from before still lingering. He noticed the gloss to your eyes and tuts as a mocking pout reaches his lips.

“Upset about somethin’, doll? Someone got you all worked up?”

You huff out your nose, your lips screwed into a frown and your eyes still stinging with unshed tears.

“You’re so… so… mean! I hate you!” You shout, and without even realizing it you had stomped your foot at your last statement. It makes him pause, his expression unreadable for a moment as he considers everything until it all lands on amusement. He crosses his arms over his chest, grin wild and his hair flowing with him as he tilts his head with intrigue.

“Did you just stomp your foot at me, princess?” He teases, and your face feels so hot you wonder if he can see the flush of pink even through your foundation. He can. You refuse to answer him, fighting back the urge to fully cry in front of him. He’s getting closer though until he’s brushing up against you and looking down at you. God, he’s so warm.

“Aw… such a sensitive girl. Look at you.” He murmurs as he continues backing you two up until you’re pressed against the wall, one of those posters he disapproved of crinkling against your hair. He’s making fun of you like always but there’s a softness around the edges of his words. Blurred by a desire to do just about anything to you. He reaches his hand up to drag the pad of his thumb over your pouty lower lip before bringing his hand down to grasp you by your chin.

“Bet your pussy’s just as responsive as the rest of ya, huh?” He whispers as he makes you look up at him. Your nostrils flare momentarily and you keep looking up at him but you still won’t speak and you still won’t let those tears fall.

“I bet your cunt is just as weepy. All hot and wet when I’m fucking you into shape.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to refrain from whimpering or letting your lips part for a soft sigh. Anything that would confirm how badly you want him to figure out just how right he is. But then his anger flares back up as he’s gripping your jaw now, squeezing just enough to make it uncomfortable.

“Speak when you’re spoken to.” He demands in a low voice with a sort of growl to it that makes your knees weak. You part your lips as you consider answering him like you’re told, and he raises his brows while waiting. Then, in a brazen defiance, you spit in his face instead.

He’s so solid it’s almost like he doesn’t care. Not a flinch or a crack in his demeanor. Then he’s moving his hand from your jaw to your throat and gripping onto it enough that you gasp.

“I’ve been spat on my whole fucking life, you think that’s gonna make a difference here, princess? Think that’s gonna make me respect you? Think you’re brave?”

Your hands reach up to rest over his on your neck, a mewl vibrating from the back of your throat. He leans in closer to your face, your lips parting wider as he tightens his grip.

“It just makes me think you’re stupid.” He finishes before spitting directly into your open mouth. He’s releasing you from his grip right after, wiping your saliva from his cheek while you catch your breath. A soft moan escapes you before you can keep it at bay and his inflated ego is tangible. He’s eyeing you with a sort of amazed intrigue that pulls him back to you, his arms lifting to place his hands on the wall on either side of your head.

“You like it, don’t you?” He laughs and you shake your head furiously, but he isn’t buying it. “You could’ve gotten my ass suspended—hell, even expelled—ages ago. And yet…?”

“I just felt bad that you’re such a fucking idiot.“

“Dirty girl.” He hisses inward through his teeth as if burned by your words, but you were just egging him on.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” He wondered in a soft tone, hand back to your jaw as you stayed quiet. “Will you kiss daddy with that mouth?” He added with a lazy grin, exuding dominance and arrogance.

You became a little slack jawed at the implication, and he was on you. Hand still on your jaw, he pressed his lips to yours. You feigned protest at first with a few kicks and smacks, but then he had your wrists pinned against the wall and you sunk into the kiss. He kept you pinned for a few moments, until he was sure you were relaxed. He dropped his hands down to completely engulf your waist in his arms, and keep you pressed against him. The kiss was filthy with anger-fueled lust and slips of moans on your end and grunts from his.

“I hate you.” You whispered in between kisses, his hands moving to grip your ass now.

“Yeah you do.” He chuckled proudly against your lips before beginning to trail his lips down your jaw to your neck. Your eyes fluttered closed, hands settled on his muscular back as he sucked and bit at your neck, messy hair tickling you. More sounds slipped from you with no attempt to hold them back, a teary whimper hanging on your lips after he bit down on your neck hard enough to pull a yelp from you.

“Gonna mark you all up…” He muttered against your skin, making your head swirl.

“Gonna have you walking into school and have everyone know who you belong to.” He pulled back now, breathless and his full lips all pink with attention. His eyes were dark with lust, and it all made you whimper. The sound made him laugh in disbelief.

“Yeah? Such a slut. Bet you can’t wait to walk in with my hickeys all over you. Might even fuck you in the back of my van beforehand. Make you go to class full of my cum.”

You almost can’t believe him or yourself as you nod your head dumbly with a desperate pout. He groans at the sight and pulls you to him again, his lips back on yours as his hands reach down to hook under your thighs and lift you up. You’re quick to wrap your legs around his waist, a soft cry escaping when he starts grinding against you. He’s so hard and feels so pressed into his jeans, you’re both afraid and alight at the thought of just how big he probably is.

Eddie made his way over towards your bed until his legs made contact with your bed frame. He pulled away from the kiss to drop you on the bed carelessly. You lifted your torso up by digging your elbows back into your mattress, legs bent up at the knee and parted for him while you watched him undo his belt. He noticed you staring, and his gaze traveled along your form. Your knit sweater. Your pleated skirt.

“Take that shit off.” He said with a slight jut of his chin in the direction of your top, hands paused at the waist of his jeans and boxers. You hesitated at first, mostly at his hesitation to pull down his bottoms, but also out of nerves that your body wouldn’t be good enough. He made fun of you for just about everything. Surely he would tease you for that too.

“Did I fucking stutter?” His voice rose just a touch, his expression showing his impatience. At that your eyes went a bit wide again, and you lifted your sweater over your head and then the t-shirt you had on underneath. His hand was under his undone jeans, palming himself through his boxers as he looked over your naked torso.

“Bra too.” He murmured, and your nerves subsided from the way he looked at you. It was all hunger and lust and some impatience, but that was common. But no mockery. He wasn’t gearing up to make fun of your body cause he’s been waiting to see it. It was even better than he imagined, and he stopped a groan in his throat when you unclasped your bra and put it off to the side.

“Fuck…” He sighed out, squeezing his hard cock in his fist. You arched your back, which he initially enjoyed, until he realized your hand was moving to unzip the back of your skirt.

“Hey.” His harsh tone broke through, his free hand slapping your thigh. “Did I say take the skirt off?”

Your lips parted, and he jerked his head forward with a wide, frustrated gaze. It was as if he was saying “Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

He rolled his eyes as you shook your head no, and moved your hands away. He muttered under his breath and settled himself between your legs before deciding you weren’t close enough. His hands grasped your thighs to pull you closer, a surprised giggle bubbling in your chest from the action. He didn’t acknowledge it because he was trying to not let it show that it made him want to smirk. Just like when you get all teary-eyed. Or stomp your feet. Or finally get enough nerve to talk back. Even getting a giggle out of you made him smug, despite the fact that he had only ever seemed to enjoy making you miserable.

Eddie flips your skirt up onto your stomach, licking his lips at the sight of the light blue cotton panties he had already seen in the lunch line today. He finally tugged his jeans and boxers down below his balls, and started pumping his dick in his hand. Your nerves lit up at the sight of it—thick and with a bit of a curve to it. You wanted to see more of him, but the likelihood of that was slim to none. He enjoyed the control he had in this relationship, and that meant he liked having you almost completely naked in front of him while he was practically still dressed. He smirked as pre-cum beaded up on his tip and let it drip onto the fabric of your underwear. He dipped down to drag his tip along your covered slit to make a mess of your panties with his pre-cum. You inhaled sharply at the feeling, biting the inside of your lip whenever he nudged your clit.

“I like these panties…” You complained, knowing how much better it would be for him to ruin a pair of underwear you love.

“Aw…” He tutted, leaning over you as he mimicked the pout on your lips. “Don’t tell me that cause then I might have to cum all over them. ‘N I thought you wanted it inside.”

You mewled again, nodding your head which he mimicked too. The little shake of your head, the sound you made.

“Such a whiny, needy girl.” He said as if he cared. He hooked a finger under your panties and tugged at them, fighting the fabric over your legs one handed before holding them up to his nose. His eyes were trained on the sight of your sopping pussy as he breathed in, his cock twitching in his fist. He cursed under his breath, only pulling the fisted cloth away to stuff into his back pocket. His now free hand moved forward to drag his fingers through your slit, proud to feel how soaked and puffy you were already.

“You a virgin, doll?” He purred, tilting his head with a sickeningly sweet grin, the curled corners of his lips devilish. It was saccharine and mean. He figured you’d say yes because no one at school seemed to want you, but then you shook your head.

You lost your virginity at that summer camp you were at in the picture he was ogling earlier. It was awkward and felt strange, and you didn’t have much experience beyond that, but you weren’t a virgin. You thought he’d like you better this way anyways, already ready for him to fuck, but it ticked him off.

“No?” He asked, pushing two thick fingers into your cunt and making you gasp. The pressure on that sweet spot right at your entrance was buzzing with pleasure, but it still ached a little. “Guess you’re the little slut I always thought you were, hm?”

He was pushing his fingers in deep and curling them up into that spongy spot that made you whine and your thighs tremble.

“Who is he?” Eddie urged, his expression back to the irritation you were familiar with. You weren’t answering, all of your focus on his thick fingers and the rings that adorned them pinching the edge of your entrance.

“Who. Is. He?” He repeated, moving his face a bit closer to yours in bursts with every word, his head tilting to the left then to the right then back to the left to punctuate his words. He was slowing it down for you like you were dumb, and his fingers stopped moving—all of this making you huff.

“No one-“ You whine hopelessly, and he was starting to pull his hand away but you shot yours out to grip his wrist and keep his fingers deep between your legs. “No one, no one important.” You continued. “It was at summer camp, he’s not even from here. Please-“ you nearly sobbed, and it was enough to make the man groan as he leaned over you.

“Oh… please what, doll face?” He murmured, hand that had just been wrapped around his dick sinking the mattress down beside your head.

“Please- please don’t stop.” You whimper softly and he smiles sweetly down at you while pulling his hand away anyways. It was just for a second, enough to make you want to cry, but then he was plunging them back into your fluttering hole again. He added a third finger, barely giving you even enough time to enjoy the first two, the stretch making your lips part a little.

“God, you’re desperate.” He snorted, his hand angling a bit differently to let his thumb catch your clit. He watched with pride as your head tilted back and your back arched. Your thighs kept twitching and your walls were clamping down around his fingers more and more—he could tell you were close.

“Eddie…” You drawled, breath catching as your body braced itself for the mind-altering pleasure of your orgasm, but just as you approached the top—he pulled his hand away. You let out a distressed cry that made him laugh. He cooed at you, his hand that had been pumping his cock moving to rest on your cheek. Knowing where it had been made it even better, made it filthier. It made you wonder how many times he had just touched his dick before touching you.

“That’s for letting some random loser fuck you.” He whispered after leaning down so close that his nose was occasionally brushing against yours.

“‘m sorry…” You whine, tears of pleasure and pain having already slid down from your eyes and back towards your ears—leaving your hair damp and cold.

“You’re sorry, what?” He urged, nudging his tip against your folds.

“I’m sorry I let someone else take my virginity.” You were a blubbering mess, teary-eyed and needy.

“You’re gonna make up for it, though, right?” He purred, his tip already pressing into you and you nodded enthusiastically with a cry, your hips twitching forward.

“That’s my girl.”

Your lips parted, your lower lip quivering when he pushed into you until his hips were flush with your ass. You let out a sort of choked whimper and he groaned.

“Fuck you’re tight…” He sighed with content, sliding back before sinking back in until his tip was kissing your cervix. “Not even a virgin and I’m still gonna have to work to split this cunt open, huh?”

He was grinning again over that, over the grip your walls had on him from such a foreign stretch. It ached in the best way possible except for the occasional thrust that pinched and made you yelp out a small “ow.”

“S-so big… you’re so big…” You babble, your mind fuzzy. Your pupils were all blown out and you watched him fuck into you like it was the best dream you ever had. You eventually tilt your head back, letting out a happy hum as your hips push outward to feel him as deeply and as harshly as possible. He mimicked the sounds you made and the expressions you made from his thick cock hitting all the right places and stretching you enough that you knew you were going to be sore. All day tomorrow you were going to get brief pangs of aching that would remind you of how full you were of Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was all you could focus on, and you didn’t even realize you had been whimpering his name over and over under your breath until he made fun of you for it.

“Fuck you.” You huffed defensively, only for his amusement to bolster.

“Ha!” He cackled right in your face as you looked up at him with glossy eyes, pink cheeks and pouty lips. “Already are, sweetheart.”

Soon enough your sounds annoyed him though, especially the more demanding they got. Harder. Faster. Slower. More. Please. So he flipped you over onto your stomach and had his hand on your head to press your cheek into the mattress as he mounted you again—all with a casual “God, just shut up.”

At this new angle he was driving into you with a force that reverberated throughout your whole body every time he slammed into your cervix or that gushy part of you. You felt dizzy and breathless, every stroke of his cock against your ridged walls shooting off sparks. After being so close just from his hand to now, you were steadily approaching an orgasm again—just praying he’d let you keep it this time. He must’ve noticed because his free hand was reaching down to rub your clit. Your eyelids fluttered, a sob being muffled by the comforter you were biting down on. The sound of skin smacking, the tired springs of your bed squeaking, Eddie’s panting and grunting, the chain of his wallet clinking every now and then, the wet and pornographic sound of his cock plunging in and out of your pussy—it all seemed so loud for a second and then felt muffled the next as you came undone around him. You moaned out his name, whimpering cries on the tail end. You could feel your walls fluttering around him, clamping down and then blossoming back open then clamping down again in a mind-swirling rhythm.

“That’s a good girl…” He purred in a way that might’ve been too sweet from him if it wasn’t laced with a condescending tone. “Gonna cum in you, ‘kay?”

“Uh-huh-“ You moan, body aching as he picks up the pace again, fingers tangled in your hair with a painful grip. You can’t see him, but his head is tilted back completely blissed out as he fucks into you. You felt amazing, even better than he imagined which was pretty damn astonishing considering the pedestal he already had your pussy on in his imagination. He was so close, and a brief thought of getting you pregnant nearly sent him over the edge. He was mean. So fucking mean. That was the most devious thing he could do. Fill you up and make you all round with his kid.

“Shit-“ He pants out. “Gonna fill you up, babe.”

“Please-“ You beg, pulling an incredulous chuckle from him.

“Such a good girl… always take everything I give her.” He breathes out, leaning down to trap your body between him and your bed, his hand moving your hair away from your face. “Takes everything I give her at school, and she’s gonna take everything I give her in her bed, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, please-“ You sob, gasping out with the next few sharp thrusts against you until there was this warm feeling blooming inside you as he groaned against your back. He gave a few more thrusts after cumming inside, letting out happy puffs of air. You remembered how content that guy was when he unloaded into his condom inside you in camp. That blissful look on his face before he pecked your lips then lied next to you. Eddie didn’t bother with a condom, didn’t press a little peck to your lips and he wasn’t so quick to pull out either. When you squirmed a little he shifted so he was pushed up deeper into you, pulling a gasp from you which made him smirk against your skin.

Eventually he leaned up to bite your shoulder and then he slid out of you. You were still a little out of it, purring out a whiny hum as you nuzzled your quilt. Your legs were still spread and slightly bent up while you laid there on your stomach, and as he adjusted his softening dick back into his boxers he saw his cum slowly started to seep out of you and onto your comforter. Ever the gentleman, once his pants were zipped back up and his belt was buckled he landed his palm on your ass cheek and turned you over as you huffed over the action.

“See you Monday.”

“But we… we have to…” You fought to find your words through the haze. Study. You had to study.

“Bye, doll face!” He called out as he made his way downstairs.

You pouted a little, wanting to beg him to come back and stay with you. Maybe even go another round, but you were so spent that you just laid there.

When you got your energy back enough to force you to get up, you went to pee and clean yourself up before heading downstairs. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you made your way over to your backpack and you spotted the writing on the time sheet. A smile tugged at your lips. Instead of the date he wrote his phone number, and for the synopsis of today’s tutoring session he wrote “sex ed” with a winky face, and then signed where he was supposed to.

God, you were so fucked. And you were going to need a new time sheet.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✨ — a steve harrington one shot fic

modern!sperm donor!steve x modern!pregnant!fem!reader

Summary: It’s hard to find ‘forever’ in a world that glorifies hook-up culture. After multiple failed relationships, you start to believe that your dream of having a family someday will only be just that — a DREAM. That is until you stumble across The Baby Gate Foundation, a family planning organization that helps qualifying Strangers start families with one another.

disclaimers — fluff overload, strangers to friends to lovers, some angst, reader goes by “Honey”,

NSFW — very brief smut, p in v sex (unprotected), breeding kink, cream pie, soft!dom steve

word count — 6.0k words

“So… what’s your favorite color?”

It’s the most aggravating question to ask when wading in the Dating Pool — and unfortunately the most frequent. But you figure at least asking about Steve Harrington’s favorite color is a good ‘precursor question’ when trying to get to know him. After all, you are the one carrying his child.

“Cerulean,” the handsome stranger from across the table replies.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue.”

“You could’ve just said blue.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

You issue him a touché type nod as you gently place your folded hands over your growing bump…a bump that was a byproduct of an ordeal that he wasn’t even present to participate in.

Before you knew him as Steve Harrington, he was just Stranger #021 whose sperm donation gave you the gift of life. The gift of having a little one of your own.

And it was about time you started a family. It has been a dream of yours — once you bagged your dream job and got to travel the world — to get married and have kids. But apparently the person you spent 6 years with did not share that dream, despite having told you he did in the beginning stages of your partnership.

Are you crazy? How dare you think your ex wanted a family after he explicitly told you he wanted you to marry him and have his kids? Silly lady. You actually thought he meant what he said.

And Steve Harrington’s baby daddy application seemed impossible to resist. The Baby Gate Foundation disclosed to you that Stranger #021 has no physical ailments, was a star athlete in high school, isn’t a carrier for any chronic illnesses, and passed a mental health and drug clearance.

Your baby is very likely to come out healthy and, now that you’ve gotten a good general idea of the guy, will hopefully inherit Steve’s luscious chestnut brown hair, his radiant smile, sparkling eyes, and kind nature. A healthy baby. A healthy family. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“Your stomach feeling okay?” Steve inquires.

“Yeah,” you smile. “I just like touching it sometimes. It still doesn’t feel real.”

When selected, Steve jumped for joy. And you bet he started doing cartwheels when your pregnancy test came out positive. My dick still works! he remembers saying.

Having been a foster parent to many teenagers in the past, Steve also felt ready to have a kid of his own. But then his first long term girlfriend of three years cheated on him, and then his next long term girlfriend left him when she realized a family with him was not what she wanted. Steve was practically on the same boat as you. And the stars aligned…

“So I was thinking…when you’re in what’s considered a ‘safe’ point in your pregnancy, say second trimester… we can do cute pregnancy announcements,” Steve suggests.

Your eyes glimmer at the thought.

“As coparents of course!” Steve makes sure to add. “A-and then we can have a gender reveal. We can choose the theme and ideas for it later but I’m just thinking of an intimate cake cutting thing….pink frosting, obviously for girl…”

“And cerulean for boy,” you smirk at him, finishing his thought.

He chuckles at your comment. “Yes, cerulean for boy.”

You two then begin to brainstorm the minor details. Signing up for parenting classes. Check-up appointments. Your baby registry. Ironing out the details so that you both can relish in the pregnancy as much as possible.

When you’re done, Steve then pays for your lunch and you two go separate ways. But not before a long, grateful hug.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his ear. “You’ve made my dream come true.”

“I am just as indebted,” Steve insists, giving your back a loving rub. “I’ve always wanted to be a father.”

You decide to not let go until Steve breaks the hug. But little did you know that was Steve’s plan too. So you both stand there, in the middle of the mall food court swaying back and forth, waiting patiently for the other to let go because to be honest, you never know what a simple ‘I see you’ hug can do for somebody.

Finally, Steve pulls away.

“Listen, uh, Honey,” he says. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird because technically we don’t really know each other…but I already care about you so deeply. You’re the mother of my child. I want to be as involved as possible.”

“I care about you too Steve,” you beam at him. “And I feel like our healing journeys are coming to an end. I’m so excited to come together with another person who has the same goals in life.”

And that is all that’s said during that exchange. You hope that throughout your pregnancy, you and Steve can have more coparent dates to really get to know each other. You love that he feels safe and trustworthy, willing to put his all into the child that he, and many many medical experts helped you create. And you hope that as your baby grows up, you will find a lifelong partner like Steve someday.

“So how’d it go?”

You’re over at your best friend, Eddie’s apartment talking to him about your day. Eddie has been your best friend since middle school, bearing witness to every wonderful milestone — and tragedy — that has plagued your life ever since. Your decision to become a mother on your own, and coparenting with a stranger is no exception.

“I like him!” you exclaim. “He’s very sweet.”

“Do you trust him as your Baby Daddy?”

“If I didn’t, it’d be a little too late for that I’m afraid.”

Eddie would’ve been more than happy to be your donor, and without a doubt, you’d trust him in being fully present in the child’s life. However Eddie comes from a home with a turbulent family dynamic, and unfortunately is a carrier of the addiction gene along with many other illnesses. Eddie didn’t want to risk doing that to you or your family. So it works out that he and his boyfriend Henry are the ‘Fun Uncles’ or as he calls them “Funcles” instead, and Steve is the dad.

“But yeah I like Steve,” you circle back. “He’s funny, sweet, looks like he takes care of himself. Even paid for my food. Oh, and as a bonus, he uses big words.”

Eddie snorts as he strides over to the fridge. “He uses big words.”

“Yeah, like cerulean.”

Your bestie cocks an eyebrow and smirks at you. “What’s that?”

“It’s a type of blue,” you smirk back at him.

He releases a theatrical gasp. “Ground-breaking.”

Your banter is cut short when Eddie’s partner Henry walks through the door.

“Hello, hello.”

“Hey, Henry!”

You watch as the quiet, tall blonde dressed in dark-denim-tailored-to-fit struts in with a grocery bag, closing the door behind him with his foot.

“Hi, darlings.”

“Funcle Number Two,” Eddie greets his partner.

“I thought I was Number One.”

“You are,” Eddie shrugs. “In my heart. If you have an issue with your title and rank, I’d talk it up with Honey.”

“You can be Number One,” you grant him permission, eliciting a betrayed gasp from Eddie.

“Thank you, Honey,” Henry smirks, shooting a sassy look at Eddie.

Eddie issues a sour variation of that smirk to Henry, only to be met with a rough nudge to the ribcage. The two black cats then assemble to unload the groceries, all while focusing their attention back to you, their appointed ‘golden retriever’ of the bunch.

“Speaking of titles,” Henry adds. “How was your meeting with Daddy Steve?”

“It was wonderful,” you respond. “Was just telling Eddie how much I like him.”

Henry grimaces, understandably so. Your taste and judgment in men throughout the years have been nothing short of concerning. But because you didn’t willingly seek Steve out on a shady online dating app, at a dive bar at 2 AM, or on the dance floor of a sweaty small town nightclub, you figured you were in the clear.

“We’re gonna make it work no matter what,” you insist to your seemingly doubtful friends. “Even if there are discrepancies, we agreed it’s our kid before anything. And I’m ready. I told you guys myself that if I don't meet the love of my life by the time I'm 29, I'm having a baby by myself."

Aside from the two "Funcles", you have been the only consistent person in your life. And in this day and age, two people don't need to 'be together' to bring life into this world. And even if they are together, it’s not a happy home sometimes.

All that matters in this arrangement is that both of Baby Harrington’s parents are involved. That was Steve's promise to you.

Let's just hope he keeps it.

“That’s the head… and those…are your baby’s feet.”

You and Steve watch the monitor in awe as the sonographer scans your belly. You are now 20 weeks along, and doing a routine ultrasound check up.

First trimester was a nightmare. Constant nausea and vomiting so you’re not even sure that you’re stomaching those pre-natals, intense mood swings, and breast tenderness so bad you essentially begged Steve to just chop your tits off.

Regardless, you are healthy, and the baby is healthy. And now your camera roll is filled with pictures and videos of every frame of every ultrasound you get done, as well as audio recordings of Baby Harrington’s heartbeat. You and Steve even share your content amongst each other, just in case the other missed something that the other captured. It’s a wholesome exchange, really.

“Baby’s kicking a lot. Almost looks like they’re swimming in place,” the tech comments.

“I did swim and water polo in high school, could be why,” Steve explains.

You bat your eyes in adoration at your friend. He gives you a warm look back.

“Just like Daddy,” you say. And then Steve rests his palm atop your hand.

For the first time in a long time, everything feels complete.

“So, would you like to know the gender?” the sonographer inquires.

Immediately you and Steve bombard her with anxious-filled “No no no no”s. You decided to go with the cake gender reveal idea, and Henry and Eddie were in charge of having it made.

“We’d like for it to be a surprise,” Steve smiles. “But we sure would like an envelope with the gender in it. Honey’s gonna give it to her friends to give the baker.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” the tech grins widely. “I will have it printed out for you shortly.”

She wipes your belly down so that there is no more ultrasound jelly on your stomach before leaving. Meanwhile, you and Steve are absolutely giddy. You are now halfway through your pregnancy and couldn’t wait to hold Baby Harrington in your arms.

But as exciting as everything is, it is also anxiety-inducing. No parenting book could ever prepare you for bringing a kid into the world. There was so much more that needed to be done. So much to do. And it seems like there was so very little time to do it.

Steve has another question for you. “When does the baby usually wake you up?”

“Baby’s a night owl, strangely,” you reply. “I’ll feel some moving and stuff at night.”

Steve sighs and shakes his head in thought.

“Man, I hope kid doesn’t wake you up at night too much when they’re born. That’d be god awful.”

“I know, I’ve been thinking of that too,” you groan. “And all the diaper changes I’ll probably have to do before putting them back to sleep. Ugh, I don’t even wanna think about diapers.”

You didn’t want to think about post-partum shit. So far, you’ve only been focused on pregnancy shit, and that shit is already overwhelming. While you seem well-equipped for pregnancy itself, the thought of actually being a fully-functioning parenting unit alongside Steve brings on a new set of fear.

Suddenly you and Steve look up at each other.

“Oh shit!” you shriek. “A crib! We need a crib! A stroller.”

“And a whole nursery,” he gulps. “And a baby monitor… A swaddle! A carrier!”

———

You and Steve are moved in together by the end of the month. Platonically, of course. With a capital P.

You both figured that raising the baby under one roof would be the healthiest way to approach your parenting situation. Both of you already get along really well and have similar communication styles. You two also have the same expectations from each other. And not every child is blessed with two parents living together in a happy home. It’s a luxury you both refused to take for granted.

So eventually the non-traditional-housewarming-slash-baby-shower-party rolls around, in efforts to help prepare for Baby Harrington’s arrival. It ends up being a huge success. Additionally, the party gave everyone a chance to mingle with one another, your friends meeting Steve’s friends and jokingly calling each other "in-laws". Robin and Eddie immediately grow very fond of each other, having deemed each other best friends after their third time meeting.

“How long do you give it?” Robin asks Eddie as they watch you and Steve work together to build the crib. “You know till they…”

They observe as you and Steve bicker back and forth about whether or not a section of the crib was installed the wrong way. You argue that it was, and Steve, still firm in his masculinity that he felt like was slowly chipping away (he can’t help it sometimes) insisted that it wasn’t.

“I know how to read, Honey. And besides, if it’s the wrong part, how did I screw it on perfectly?”

“I don’t know, Bob the Builder,” you fire back at him. “You didn’t have to 'screw it on perfectly' to get me pregnant.”

“Til that baby is born,” Eddie estimates.

Eddie chuckles at this. He’s been with Henry for many years, but you two have beat him at the argue-like-a-married couple thing. Slyly, he sips his beer.

“…The very latest.”

“Steve, I’m hungry. Wanna go to Rally’s?”

The cravings have officially kicked in (finally). But of course, it’s at the least convenient of times.

“Woman, it is 1 in the morning...”

“Yes, and I want Rally’s.”

You give Steve a light thunk on his fluffy head.

Now that you two live together, sleeping in the same bed was bound to happen eventually. But it is the least of your concerns. In a world where people go ‘ghost’ after getting what they want, laying your head down in the same bed as Steve is the farthest thing from intimacy. You’re also afraid of the dark, and being in his light calms your nerves.

Except for tonight. Where the only thing that’ll calm those nerves is a Wild West burger and some fries.

Steve huffs, clearly too tired to argue with your hungry ass. But also, you’re the mother of his child. You have the hardest job, and having a late night snack when you felt like it is the bare minimum of what you deserve.

“Let’s go.”

You smirk to yourself as you dance your way out of bed. Anything Baby Mama wants, Baby Mama gets.

Rally’s sure did the trick. When you and Steve return, you find yourself skipping back to the bedroom while Harrington fights to urge to plop onto the floor right by the entry way, his body’s natural response to a food coma, and the state of lethargy he was in from being stirred awake.

But as much as he valued his beauty sleep, he knows deep down he’d still do it again for you. Your little food dance was also pretty damn cute, anyways.

———

THE NEXT WEEK

You and Steve have been ordering way too much takeout. So tonight you decide to surprise him with a home-cooked meal. So while he’s at work, you’re searching Pinterest for healthy, savory dishes to cook. Chinese food it is. One can never go wrong with some chicken fried rice.

Steve comes home right when you finish.

“Oh my god,” Steve gawks as he enters the kitchen. “What smells so damn good?”

“I made dinner,” you smile gleefully, and with pride. “I have so much energy second trimester it’s insane. Hope you like Chinese.”

Steve slows down. Glancing around the chaotic kitchen, he takes in the array of sauces, the cutting board, and the multiple plates and bowls that most likely harbored the. Then he looks at you — a sweaty mess with stains on her apron from all the rice tossing. And he can tell, by your slightly labored breathing, that you’re gathering up all the energy you possibly can to powerwash all the dishes.

“You…made this for me?”

“Yeah! For us, actually. And the baby. I hope you’re okay with onions and scallions.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine with those,” he insists. “It’s just that…I have a date tonight.”

Suddenly the pots and pans feel so much heavier. The air, hotter. The onions, stronger judging by how tears start pooling at the base of your eyes. At least you want to blame it on those.

“Oh,” you sniff.

“I’m so sorry, Honey. I should’ve told you so you didn’t have to go out of your way.”

“It’s fine.”

Why do you feel this way? It’s not like you two are together anyway. This pregnancy is a partnership… platonic with a capital P. So why are you upset? And more importantly, why are you jealous?

“I-I’m sorry…” Steve panics. “I-it’s just that we’ve been getting takeout all week and I thought it’d be the same toni-”

“It’s okay, Steve.”

“That came out so bad, I…”

“I know what you mean,” you shake your head shutting him down immediately. “Have fun tonight, okay?”

“You’re crying…”

“I was chopping onions,” you point out.

You nod to the bag of onions that were yet to be put away. There was a lot left to be put away actually, and you were kind of hoping Steve would help. But clearly he’s a busy man.

“And it’s probably just the stupid pregnancy hormones too,” you add.

“They’re NOT stupid,” Steve insists. “And you just said you have so much energy. You were bursting with light just a moment ago…before I killed it.”

“Have fun tonight, Steve,” you repeat.

You head over to the wok and scoop out a serving for two: one serving for you, and one for the baby. Dad will get the leftovers, you suppose.

Steve watches you intently. You can feel his stare even with your back turned. Suddenly, you hear the faint dial tone of his cell phone ringing a couple of times before someone answers.

“Hey…Lacey, I can’t come tonight,” Steve sighs. “I’m really sorry for being so last minute. A family emergency came up.”

You look back over at him. He makes sure to look you in the eyes as he says ‘family’.

The two of them talk some more before Steve hangs up the phone. Awkwardly now, you chew softly at the rice you made.

“Well she definitely hates me,” Steve chuckles. “But I don’t care.”

“Steve…” you speak. “You didn’t have to.”

“You’re carrying my kid,” Steve looks at you with glimmering eyes. “I can’t be running through the town in the arms of another woman. This pregnancy is a team effort.”

He glides over you and stops right where your hips meet. You timidly manage to look up at him, tear-jerked, all sweaty, and very very pregnant. And after Steve tucks a loose strand of hair behind the blushing cartilage of your ear, he presses his tender lips against your forehead.

“For the baby,” he whispers to you.

“For the baby,” you repeat after him.

The day is here.

The gender reveal, that is. You didn’t expect finding out something as simple as having a boy or girl was going to be this nerve wracking. And to think some people do this in front of a huge audience.

“Okay…” you exhale unevenly. “You ready?”

“Only if you are,” Steve nods, but his trembling hands betray him.

“Hand me a glass.”

Steve hands you one of the two wine glasses you brought for the intimate picnic you had planned for today. On the count of three, you two were to dig those very glasses into the cake and scoop out the long awaited answer.

SWEET CHILD O MINE, the cake reads. Boy or girl?

Henry and Eddie settled for a Rock-N-Roll inspired cake, with self-indulgent black and red buttercream on the outside, and the pre-determined blue or pink on the inside. You were afraid that it was going to be a little too edgy for Steve, but he assures you the aesthetic of a cake is the least of his priorities.

Drawing out an uneven breath now, you decide to start counting down.

“One…” you gulp.

“Two…” Steve joins in.

But you can't bring yourself to say ‘three’. Shutting your eyes closed in a bout of nervousness, you mutter softly,

"Two and a half..."

It earns you a chuckle from Steve. Knowing just how to calm you down, like he had been doing all pregnancy, he offers you his available hand to squeeze if you needed.

“Three!” you two finally say together.

Plunging your wine glasses into the cake, you and Steve gather one big scoop each while your eyes drift elsewhere.

“I can’t look,” you choke, sniffing back a tear or two.

“I can’t either,” Steve exhales, evidently nervous. “You can look first though.”

“No, I’ll look when you do.”

You’re met with messy dough and frosting in the glass at first. But after trailing after the inside part of the cake, you catch sight of the fluffy frosting that was buried beneath. A bright, eye-catching, pastel....

...cerulean blue. A baby boy.

“Oh…my…god,” your hand trembles in complete shock. “It’s a boy…”

“Oh my god, baby!” Steve sniffs going in to hug you. “We’re having a boy…”

And then it happens. Unable to contain himself from his joy any longer, Steve cups your face with his frosting-laced fingers, connecting his lips passionately to yours, and you with him.

It’s the best day of Steve’s life. You are the reason that he gets to live out his dream of becoming a dad. And now that you two are having a son, all he can imagine is teaching the kid how to throw a football in the backyard, signing him up for T-Ball and Boy Scouts (just like his dad once did with him), and taking him and his buddies out on silly, fun-filled rag-tag group adventures.

And knowing how strange and daunting the world can be, Steve already maps out how to raise your child morally, encouraging him to always treat others with kindness, to be a friend to all, to always lend a helping hand whenever the situation calls on it. And to respect women…because after all, everybody came from one. And Steve knows that he struck gold, considering the fact that he views you as an absolute queen.

You kiss King Steve back, humming in awe because of how natural his energy feels against yours.

It all feels very natural. Makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

Your eyes widen in shock as you two look at each other, both stunned that a kiss was both of your initial, seemingly ‘platonic’, response to the news.

"Is it just me or is it just now hitting?" Steve questions. "We're having a kid together."

"It's just now hitting me too," you agree, the double meaning tugging aggressively at your heartstrings. "We're really doing this, Stevie."

“Our son.”

———

“What happens when one of us finds somebody?”

It’s a talk you and Steve were due for eventually. But Steve is just as unsure, looking over at your pregnant silhouette standing at the foot of the doorway.

But with how beautiful you looked standing at the doorway, your silk, maternity night gown hugging all the beautiful curves of your body while you rubbed your belly that housed your very active kicker, Steve wasn’t even sure if he’d ever want to find somebody else.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” he ends up saying.

He makes his way over to you, wrapping his gentle arms around your waistline, emitting his ever-growing love for you and the baby you two share.

“But if one thing's for sure, it's our son. Baby Harrington first. Before anything.”

“Baby before anything," you repeat the promise.

Steve’s lips graze your skin once again, an invitation and incentive to join him in bed — nuzzled up in the sheets and his warmth — so the two of you can soak in all the rest you possibly can before Baby Boy makes his entrance into the world.

Some bridges aren’t meant for crossing. Sometimes settling is the best option. And you don’t mind settling down. Because here, in Steve’s arms, it feels like home.

WEEK 38

An involuntary rush in your lower extremity stirs you awake. When you feel around to push the sheets aside and hobble to the bathroom, you’re stunned to discover your nightgown had become a raft, and that you’re laying atop your own unscented secretions. And you know it’s not piss. So if you didn’t pee…

Oh no, it’s happening.

You begin to panic.

“Steve!” you hiss, sitting up and pushing your partner awake. “HEY! Harrington!”

“Huh?” Steve mumbles, still half asleep.

“Get the hospital bag.”

“What?”

“Get the hospital bag, dingus. My water just broke.”

He shoots up. Still relatively disoriented, but now also horrified.

“W-what? Are you sure?! Does this… A-are you about to…”

“Yes! Grab the bag and start the car. He’s coming RIGHT NOW.”

While you slowly sit up to get your shoes and a robe on, Steve scurries to the car with your overnight L&D bag and purse in his arms. You reach over to grab your phone and charger, dialing up Eddie in the process.

It rings for a long time before he picks up.

“Honey, it’s 4 AM, what do you want?” Eddie grumbles.

“It’s time, Eds,” you sniff happily. “The baby is coming.”

The line is silent for a couple seconds, and for a while it’s like you can hear Eddie connecting the dots in his head. Alas, he speaks.

“HO-LY SHIT!”

*Click*. The line disconnects.

Steve holds your hand through it all. From checking into Labor and Delivery, to moving to your room, to breathing exercises with your bedside doula, check-ins with your midwife, and throughout the entire birthing process.

Not only is he nervous out of his mind, but he thinks you’re so beautiful.

"You know," Steve says in attempts to soothe you. "When I came out the womb, the nurse yelled "Oh my gosh! That's a lot of hair on a baby!"

You're too fixated on your breathing exercises to fully appreciate Steve's story. But you understand his sweet gesture, so you stroke his thumb with your thumb to let him know you're listening.

“I guess I had double the amount of hair than a usual newborn,” he continues. “And all the nurses were crowding around to get a good— OW OW OW! Watch the hand, watch the hand.”

The sudden level 9 contraction that shot through your entire stomach, causing you to scream in agony and beg for the epidural.

"JESUS, FUCK GET THIS BABY OUT OF ME!" you plead desperately.

Steve kisses you softly on the forehead before going in to stroke your, very sweaty, hair. He was not going to leave your side. Not now, not ever. This baby — and you — are the best things to ever happen to him.

Thanks to yours and Steve's mindful prep, the birthing process was a smooth one compared to others.

But still pretty painful, nonetheless. For you, for Steve, for everybody involved.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Eddie sputters as he and Henry rush onto the unit with the baby's carseat and other miscellaneous belongings in their hands. "It's happening, it's happening. He's almost here!"

"I wonder," Henry pants, doing his best to keep up with his boyfriend. "If she experienced the Ring of Fire yet."

"What's the Ring of Fire?" Eddie questions him.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" your tumultuous screams sound down the hall directly from your room. Anyone would've thought someone was getting murdered in there, had it not been a hospital unit strictly for childbirth.

"That," Henry answers him.

---

"You're almost there, baby," Steve encourages you. "Keep pushing."

The epidural had finally kicked in and now all you had to focus on was pushing.

“I see the head, Mama,” your midwife announces, rubbing your knee as you’re struggling to push. “Keep going, keep going! Couple more for me.”

“FUCK!” you cry out doing your best to contract those muscles.

“There we go…” Steve soothes you as he strokes your hair. “Doing AMAZING, baby. That’s it…”

He strokes your thumb with his, a helpless look in his eyes as he watches you struggle. It’s clear that Steve doesn’t know what else he could possibly do for you, but he attempts to mask that belief. He couldn’t wait to spoil you afterwards. It’s what you deserve.

“Few more pushes, Honey,” your nurse says again. “He’s almost out. We got his shoulders now.”

“Oh god I’m gonna faint,” Steve says, evidently growing dizzy.

“Can someone get a wet towel for Dad?!” another nurse calls out. “And maybe some juice?”

“PUSH, PUSH!”

“PUSH, Honey!”

“ALMOST THERE, MAMA!”

“I can’t,” you cry out. “I can’t anymore.”

“You can do it, baby,” Steve encourages you, pelting the back of your hand with endearing kisses. “You’re doing such a good job, I’m so proud of you…”

Before you know it, the air of the hospital room fills with tiny belted cries, followed by relieved and adorn coos as the nurse catches your baby.

“0507, time of birth!"

“Oh my god,” Steve wails in excitement. “Oh my god, he’s here he’s out. We have a baby! You did it, Honey!”

Too exhausted to say anything you simply fall back, taking a few deep breaths in relief. It’s over, the baby is here. And he is healthy.

You feel a sloppy kiss land on your cheek. Steve ruffles your hair when you look his way.

“You did it, Honey.”

Everything happens so fast after that.

From what you hear, Steve was the one who cut the umbilical cord — and he was very adamant about having the pictures to prove it. The baby was then weighed and bathed, all the hospital data was gathered with permission granted by Steve.

And soon, after an eternity, your son is swaddled and soon returned back to you and ‘Dad’.

"Oh wow!" a nurse remarks. "This baby has a whole lotta hair!"

You and Steve immediately look to each other and burst out laughing. Just like his Daddy...

———

“How does that feel, Steve?” you ask him, eyes fixated on the absolute DILF in front of you.

“Amazing,” he coos. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

When all needs were attended to, it was finally time for ‘skin to skin’. You didn’t think it’d be possible to be both sexy and wholesome at the same time — until you saw Steve cradling your newborn, pressing him tenderly against his exposed chest so that their hearts can beat as one.

“Hi little man,” he sniffs. “I’m your daddy.”

A single tear falls from his face and splashes onto the blanket that your son was cocooned in. Steve pulls him in closer and kisses him softly on the forehead.

“I’m your daddy,” he repeats.

It’s everything he’s ever wanted. Steve’s legacy is about to begin and it’s all thanks to you. And from your hospital bed as you recover, you are able to snap some pictures of the two loves of your life, the first photos of many, of the family photo albums.

“Ugh, when did Steve get so hairy?” Lucas wonders as he sneaks a gaze into the hospital room.

“Right?” Dustin agrees, joining him beside the doorway. “I told him he needs to tame that jungle but he claims the ladies dig it.”

“I mean, look at Honey,” Lucas points out. She seems to like it and Steve knocked her up.”

“True but it wasn’t organic, you idiot,” Max mutters.

Love pours in from every wing of the unit. Soon all your family and friends start to arrive, as well as Steve’s family and friends. You’re spoiled with ‘congratulations’ signs, and postpartum care packages, and an array of foods that you couldn’t eat while pregnant (i.e. sushi, deli sandwiches).

And with your approval, Steve comes out of the hospital room, ready — and proud — to showcase your baby to the entire world.

“Everyone, there’s someone we’d like for you to meet,” Steve says, keeping his voice at a low murmur. “This is Benjamin Dean Harrington. Benny for short.”

You and Steve end up taking parental leave at the same time.

Your entire day-to-day consists of loving on and spending quality time with Benny. The diaper changes, the cuddles, the nursery rhymes, and everything in between. It’s impossible to think you’ll ever get tired of it. You and Steve have officially transitioned to Mom & Dad Mode.

Until Benny goes to sleep.

As the golden sun peaks in through the cream colored blinds, you feel Steve’s hand trail down your back and down to your ass to grab it. Releasing a soft moan, you lean into his touch, shifting your weight to one side of the mattress.

“Baby…” he moans into you.

“Should we?” your eyes twinkle. “The baby’s asleep…”

He chuckles into your neck, raspy voice sure to be the end of you if he kept teasing you any longer.

“‘m scared I’ll hurt you.”

“I’ll let you know,” you barter. “I feel ready.”

———

“Fuck, right there, Steve…”

You grip the sheets tightly as Steve rolls his hips into you, his strokes a delicious mix of pleasure and a challenging stretch. And as you bite into your pillow, your eyes rolling up towards the sky, he maintains the pace you love so much, drilling you in, simultaneously massaging your clit while his quenched lips tenderly suction themselves to the crook of you neck.

It’s your first time together, but it feels like you two have done this before. Your bodies are naturally in sync, knowing where your boundaries lie without needing any cues, and knowing exactly how far you both can take it. Daddy Steve, being the gentleman he is, has your entire body mapped out.

“God I love it,” your overstimulated self whimpers, chest to your chin, ankles dangling off of Steve’s broad shoulders as he rails you.

“Oh, I bet you do, Honey.”

His large hand encloses around your neck, thumb hovering over your lips as he fawns over your mewling, vulnerable body.

“You want my cum, baby?” Steve asks. “Want me to fill you to the brim huh? You wanna have my babies?”

“Yes, I want your babies, Steve,” you moan. “Want all of them.”

And as an orgasm spills out of you, Steve’s spills in, coating you with his warm release as you both unravel in the sheets.

“Holy shit, that felt so good,” you whisper, nuzzling your head against his chest. Steve grins from ear to ear when you kiss him on the chin. “Thank you for making me feel so safe and loved.”

“Well when you’re you Honey, you make it so easy,” he blushes.

Steve rests his hands on your ass again, giving it a faint smack. You bite your lip as he pulls you even closer to him. And as the sun sets, you know round two is on the horizon.

“Anyways, when ARE we having another one?”

———

author’s note: i’m noticing some themes with the way i write eddie smut vs steve smut. i totally write eddie as a rough dom and steve is def a soft dom. not complaining tho, those are my headcannons for them 🤭

divider creds: @silkholland , @elfbar-baby

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talaok · 11 months

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A special arrangement

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x innocent!reader

summary: You, Eddie and Steve make a very special arrangement

warnings: (boy get ready) smut | 4.7 k of porn without plot, innocent!reader, threesome, oral sex (men-yes plural- receiving), spanking, anal fingering (f receiving), double penetration, unprotected p in v sex, anal, choking, praising, a bit of degrading and objectifying and... a tad of daddy-kink.

a/n: This fic was inspired by this post by @mypoisonedvine (congratulations for 30 k, you're really one of the best out here)

it started off as a game, a silly way of having fun.

You were all drunk at one of Steve's parties and Eddie had gotten an idea.

One Steve was more than eager to agree on.

"so Stevie and I were thinking..." Eddie had murmured, closing the door to Steve's bedroom as the party continued downstairs "You look real good tonight sweetheart" he had whispered sultry, towering over you as one of his hands traced the cleavage of your dress "Doesn't she Harrington?"

"she sure does" He had nodded without missing a beat.

"thank you" you had mumbled shily, feeling like a defenseless bunny in front of two hungry wolves.

"And you know how much I like to have you all to myself, princess, I would have loved to get you up here all alone and fuck you dumb until you couldn't take it anymore..." he had said, quickly glancing at Steve by the door, as you cheeks flushed with blood.

Why was your boyfriend saying all of this in front of Steve? I mean he wasn't one to be shy about this sort of thing... but he had never been so blunt in front of other people.

"but Stevie and I had a better idea for tonight" he had murmured "It would be incredibly selfish of me to keep such a beauty all to myself, now, wouldn't it?" he had asked, a hungry smirk playing on his lips, "I think it's only right if I share once in a while, no?"

Your mouth had gaped open in surprise, "you mean..." you couldn't even find the words to finish the sentence.

"I mean you could take care of both of us like a good girl"

You had swallowed nervously, your mouth suddenly dry.

"only if you want to y/n" Steve had spoken up, wanting you to be comfortable.

"of course she does," Eddie had interrupted, his hazel eyes suddenly darker than pitch "Ain't that right, sweetheart?"

And as you had looked between them, you couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect they were offering, so, of course, you had said:

"I do"

That had been a month ago now, and what happened that night happened many times again.

Eddie would call Steve over to his trailer when you hung out, and you'd always end up on your knees taking them one at a time as the air filled with their groans and growls.

It was always just blowjobs except for that time they had taken turns going down on you and had made you come so many times that you had to beg them to stop.

And of course, there were the kisses, you'd spend hours making out, the two of them passing you back and forth like a doll until you couldn't distinguish which one your lips were on anymore.

It was fun and more than a little hot. Your body felt on fire during each of your "sessions", and you could tell they both really enjoyed it too, especially Harrington. he had started to want to hang out way more often after you had made your special arrangement.

As for Eddie... hell Eddie loved it, you didn't expect something like this from him. He was always jealous and protective, but you could see it in the way he urged you to take care of Steve as he watched from the other side of the couch, that he was just as happy as his friend to be doing this.

However, the sharing only got to a point. Steve had never fucked you, or better, you suspected Eddie had never given him his approval.

He would wait for Steve to leave before taking care of you how he knew you desperately needed, or at times, when he couldn't wait, he'd tell Steve to keep watching tv as he took you to his room to fuck you into the mattress without even bothering to close the door.

And that was how it had been, but today... today something was different.

Your parents were out of town so you had invited them to your house. You had cleaned and baked some brownies and waited patiently for them to arrive.

You were hesitant to admit it, but you spent most of your days fantasizing about the next time you were gonna see them. And it was hard not to touch yourself just before bed when your mind inevitably went back to one of your rendezvous.

It was your dirty secret, and god if you didn't love it.

A knock on the door brought you back to reality.

You quickly stood up from the couch and made your way to the entrance.

You stopped a moment to make sure you looked good in the mirror on your right and smoothed down your summer dress before finally opening the door.

"Hi sweetheart" Eddie greeted you, leaning on the door frame.

"Hi y/n" Steve smiled

"Hi," you shyly smiled too, feeling your knees weaken already "Come in, please" you gestured, closing the door behind them.

"smells good," Steve noticed.

"I made brownies"

They briefly glanced at each other, something you didn't catch traveling between them, before their eyes came back to you.

"You did? That's sweet" Eddie cooed, getting in front of you.

You gulped, glimpsing between them "You wanna try them?"

"I'd love to, but I'm not really hungry for food now princess, and I don't think Stevie is either" he spoke "Are you?" he said, turning to Harrington.

"No, not really, "

"oh, ok" you murmured, trying to hide a faint disappointment.

"but I'll be happy to eat them later" Steve spoke again, noticing your reaction.

That made you feel better, and you responded with a big smile.

Eddie's fingers gently traced your cheek, and you melted right into his touch "I've missed you" he whispered, briefly kissing your lips.

"I've missed you too" you pouted

"no hey, don't look so sad, I'm here now... we're here" he reassured you.

You nodded, kissing him again, and after a few moments felt Steve's presence behind you.

"I-I missed you too Steve" you murmured shyly.

Eddie softly chuckled, as he turned you so you could face his friend "Did you now?" he mocked, moving some of your hair to kiss your neck.

"I-i did"

Steve smiled sincerely "I've missed you too sweetheart" he promised, before he brought his lips to yours, slowly tasting you.

You whimpered softly, kissing him back as Eddie worked on your neck and let his hands travel to your ass.

"Should we go up to your room?" Eddie said, after some time

"y-yeah" you spoke, flustered.

"lead the way baby" he motioned, and you obeyed, starting up the stairs fully aware of where their eyes were glued to as they followed.

Steve closed the door behind him and you wasted no time kneeling in front of the bed.

"how eager, princess" Eddie teased, walking next to you with Steve.

"I'm sorry I just- I missed you" you spoke frantically

"no hey it's ok" he soothed "Don't worry," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Steve sat next to him, a soft bulge already visible in his pants.

You immediately reached for Eddie's zipper and made quick work of his pants, before granting Steve the same treatment.

You were about to take both of them in each hand when Eddie stopped you.

"Let us see those tits princess," he said, and you looked up at him hesitantly before slowly sliding your straps off your shoulders and rolling your dress down until your bra was fully in view.

"Don't be shy now, take it off" he said, his cock getting harder.

You followed his instruction and were rewarded with a satisfied sigh from both of them.

"You've got perfect tits sweetheart, touch them a little for me," he said.

"touch them?"

"yeah give us a little show baby"

You had to bite down a whine and let your hands reach your breasts, unhurriedly touching and groping them.

They were looking at you as if you were candy.

"fuck" Steve muttered,

"You like that?" Eddie asked

"Yeah man" he groaned, palming his manhood "fuckin-wanna cum on them"

You couldn't stop the moan fleeing your lips.

"Yeah, I think she'd like that too" Eddie said smugly "But not today princess" he explained "We've got other plans"

You stopped your movements "What?" you asked curiously

"I'll explain later baby, don't worry, how 'bout you get us nice and ready now?" he eyed his dick

"yes please" You eagerly nodded, causing a smile to their lips.

You wasted no time grabbing Steve's cock into your hand and starting to gently stroke it as you kitty-licked Eddie's tip, making both men's breathing quicken.

You then let your tongue slowly taste his whole length, until finally, you took him into your mouth.

He groaned loudly as his hand fisted your hair, pulling it slightly.

"fuck baby" he growled "Yeah just like that- keep going" he moaned, as you took him deeper and deeper with each bob.

"stay down" he instructed, forcing your head down "Like that- yeah- choke on it, baby" he commanded, throwing his head back in pleasure as you gagged on his tip.

"fuck" he groaned, letting you go "You did good" he nodded as you gasped for air "Take care of Stevie now"

You immediately obliged, moving to your right to get in front of his spread legs.

You stroked him a bit before you took him in.

"shit" he gripped the sheets, as he observed the way you took him so fucking well, your eyes never leaving his.

"use-" he groaned "use your tits for me sweetheart" he urged, his voice strained.

You let his cock out of your mouth and stood up a bit more to get his dick in between the valley of your breasts.

Steve could have come right there and then if it wasn't for what he knew was waiting for him.

"like this?" you asked innocently, tentatively stroking him with your tits.

He groaned "Yeah, just like that- god you're so good" he muttered, his hips thrusting a bit upwards.

You let your tongue out of your mouth so that you could lick his tip with each stroke, and Steve was fucking done for.

"shit" he swallowed "That's- that's perfect sweetheart," he said "fuck-please stop or I'm gonna cum"

You frowned, confused, and let him go "Don't you want to do that?"

"I do" he chuckled "but not like this"

Once again, you were perplexed.

"c'mere" Eddie ordered, sliding to his left and patting the space between him and Steve.

You sat down, suddenly very aware of your naked chest. It was probably because Steve couldn't take his eyes off of it.

"You don't want me to make you come?" you asked naively.

"Of course I do baby," your boyfriend said softly, placing his hand on your thigh "But I was thinking something different for today" he kissed your cheek, putting a lock of your hair behind your ear "You know how I always make you feel good when Stevie's gone?"

"mh-mh" you nodded, your face getting red

"well I was thinking maybe this time he could help out too"

"y-you mean...he's gonna make me feel good instead of you?" you asked, a bit sad at the prospect.

I mean you wanted Steve, but you wanted Eddie too.

He grinned amusedly "No baby, don't worry" he spoke softly "Not instead... we're gonna do that together"

Now you were confused

"h-how?"

His fingers traced your jaw, admiring your pretty face "You remember what we tried that one time? When I made you feel good in a new way?"

You searched your memory, Eddie had made you feel good in so many different ways that it was tough remembering all of them.

"Uhm- I don't- which time?" you asked, shooting Steve an embarrassed glance.

He bent down to kiss your cheek before bringing his mouth to your ear "When I used your other pretty hole, princess" he murmured.

You squeezed your thighs in response, heat pooling between them. The reaction was noticed by both men with delight.

"You remember that?"

Of course you did.

You nodded.

"and would you like to try it again?" he asked "So that Stevie and I can take care of you at the same time... make you feel twice as good"

Your mouth gaped open as the realization hit.

"Is...How?-I" You had no idea what to say or how to say it.

"We're gonna be gentle baby, don't worry. We're gonna take care of you real good, right Steve?"

"Yeah sweetheart we'll go slow"

"at first at least" Eddie murmured, a malicious grin on him.

You glanced between them "It's-It's not gonna hurt is it?"

"Maybe just a little bit, but it's gonna feel great after, princess, don't you trust us?"

You swallowed thickly, feeling your panties drench at the images flashing before your eyes.

"I do," you promised

"That's our good girl" Eddie praised you, kissing you briefly before Steve's fingers urged you to turn towards him.

He hungrily crashed his lips with yours and wasted no time before sliding his tongue in your mouth, his hands desperately gripping your hair to keep you close.

Needless to say, Steve was ecstatic you had agreed.

Eddie's soft chuckle brought him back to reality, and he half-heartedly leaned away, letting you go.

"get up on the bed baby" Eddie spoke, getting up from it as Steve followed his lead.

you did as told, and looked at them expectantly as they watched you like starving predators.

"take off your dress"

You did, remaining only in your little white panties.

Steve muttered something below his breath you didn't catch, and Eddie just licked his lips as he stared shamelessly.

Your boyfriend took his shirt off, and after snapping out of his trance, Steve did too.

"Open your legs for us princess"

Your cheeks flushed as you obeyed, bending your legs and spreading your thighs.

"fuck" You could now hear Steve murmur.

Eddie gripped your thighs and forced you closer to the edge of the bed and a little squeak fled your mouth.

His digits slowly trailed to the fabric right against your center, and he hissed as he did "She's soaked"

"yeah?"

"yeah touch her"

Steve didn't need to be told twice.

He immediately brought a finger to the wet spot on your panties.

"shit man" he murmured, his eyes focused on where he was meeting your heat.

"I know, right?"

You wined, feeling frustrated.

"you're right sweet girl" Eddie cooed "We're gonna make you feel good now, don't worry," he said, "get on your hands and knees for us princess"

You complied immidately, feeling every nerve in your body going crazy.

"she's got a nice ass doesn't she?" Your boyfriend asked, as he stroked your cheeks

"nice is an understatement" Steve chuckled, groping your ass "you're lucky you get to fuck it"

"I know I am" Eddie said, not giving you any warnings before spanking you.

A moan escaped your throat

"You like that?" Steve asked, mesmerized. His cock painfully hard.

You nodded, softly pushing your ass back in search of anything to give you a bit of relief.

Eddie's hand came down on your ass again "Use your words princess"

"I do! I love it"

again, another strike.

"what do you love?"

"fuck- I love it when you spank me, Eddie, I love it so much" you mumbled, already out of it.

"Can I try?" Steve couldn't help but ask.

Eddie nodded and Steve's hand immediately struck your ass.

"fuck" you whimpered "Please do it again" you begged and Steve was more than happy to comply.

Another bolt of pain mixed with pleasure spread through you, and you cried out as your head fell to the bed.

Your ass was already red and Steve was about to go again when Eddie spoke "Stop, or she'll come"

"she can come like this?" Steve's awe for you just kept growing

"she can come in lots of ways Stevie" He didn't elaborate "And you can try that one out another time, we've gotta get her ready now," he said, suddenly pulling your panties down.

The room's cold air contrasted with the warmness of your cunt.

"look at that" Eddie groaned "Such a pretty little hole," he said, his thumb gently playing with the entrance.

He passed his middle finger between your folds, collecting some of your juices, and then brought it up to your hole again.

You moaned softly as he slowly circled it, and had to gasp when he spit on it.

You closed your eyes, soaking in the feeling, when he abruptly pushed his finger in.

"ohgodohgodohgod" you whimpered, your heart starting to beat a mile per minute.

"That's good, baby, that's good, relax for me" he murmured, starting to slowly move it in and out of you. "wanna help me out here?" he asked Steve, who promptly brought his own finger to your hole.

"use her juices as lube" he instructed, and Steve obeyed before coming back up.

"Ok princess take a deep breath for me now" he said, and as you slowly inhaled, Harrington forced his own digit in.

You forgot what you were doing as a choked moan climbed up your throat.

"That's it, princess, doing so good" he murmured, gently caressing your ass as they both started to move their fingers.

"fuck" you whimpered, arching your back

"feels good?"

"ye-yeah- god," you whined at the feeling. You could feel both of them inside of you and fuck if it didn't feel good.

"You ready for another one?" Eddie asked

"A-another one?"

"Yeah, baby remember? if you gotta take the real thing you need to be ready, I don't want it to hurt"

You gulped "O-ok"

Steve kept moving as Eddie pushed his ring finger in too.

"Fuck!" you cried, gripping the sheets. This one hurt a little.

"good girl" he praised "Always so good for me," he said, moving his fingers in sync with Steve.

You bit your lower lip so forcefully you could taste blood.

"Isn't she, Harrington?"

"Y-yeah" Steve spoke, his voice hoarse and his eyes fixed on your abused hole "So so good, sweetheart"

Eddie chuckled a bit at Steve's blatant amazement but said nothing.

"I think she's ready," your cruel boyfriend said, cruelly removing his fingers from inside of you.

You wined loudly "No- please" You were feeling so good... you knew you were close.

"c'mon man, she wants to cum" Steve protested, still inside of you.

Eddie smirked, his eyes finding yours as you turned to him with a pleading pout "You really did a trick on him, princess, didn't you?" he winked, giving your ass a quick spank "But no, " he said, turning to Steve "she comes when I say so"

"Fine," Steve said, pulling his finger out of you.

You looked at your boyfriend desperately and he shook his head, a smug smile on his lips "Don't give me that look, princess, you get to ride Stevie here now" he said, patting his shoulder.

"Really?" your eyes sparked up

"Sure do," he said, giving Steve a nod.

"You like to ride?" Steve asked, getting on the bed

You bit your lip, a bit embarrassed "I do" you said, straddling his lap once he laid on the bed "but Eddie never lets me"

You heard him chuckle somewhere behind you.

"that's a shame, a girl like you...he should let you do whatever you want"

You softly giggled "Hear that baby?" you asked playfully, turning your head to look at him.

"what can I say? I'm a man who likes to be in control" he grinned, bending down to give you a quick kiss "Now go on, show me how good you are" he urged, leaning away.

You turned to Steve again, an excited smile tugging at your lips.

His hands found your waist, and you bent down to give him a quick kiss that didn't satisfy him, as he grabbed your face and forced it to his again, kissing you deeply.

You whimpered softly, and your hips started moving on their own, immidately finding his hard cock.

"go on, sugar, show your boyfriend what he's missing," he said, and you wasted no time complying.

You took his manhood in your hand and slowly guided it to your entrance, squeezing your eyes shut as you sank onto it.

You moaned loudly, and he groaned as his grip on your waist tightened.

"fuck sweetheart" he muttered

"she's tight, isn't she?"

"fuck" Steve had to laugh a little "tight? She's got the tightest pussy I've ever felt, man"

You were still lost in the pleasure of having him inside of you so completely, especially with all the teasing, that you didn't hear any of that, not until Steve spoke again, his thumb softly stroking the part of your belly he could reach.

"go on y/n, bounce on it for me"

You opened up your eyes, placing one of your hands on his chest for leverage before raising your hips until only the tip was inside just to sink back down.

Steve groaned even louder, while your moan got an octave higher.

"It's so big" you whimpered, replicating your movement.

"yeah? You're not used to it?" Steve joked, one of his hands traveling upwards to grope your tits.

"oh she's used to it alright" Eddie intervened, making Steve chuckle.

"you can't take it?" Harrington mocked " 's too big for you?" he cooed, as you kept bouncing on him.

"n-no I can" you immediately moaned "It just- feels so good" you cried, picking up your pace

"yeah? Who feels so good?"

"you Steve, you feel so so good- god!" you groaned as he raised his hips to meet your bounce, hitting you deeper than before.

"That's right sweetheart- that's right" he murmured, both his hands now playing with your nipples.

You didn't hear the bed creak as Eddie climbed on it, but when you felt his hands on you, you could only whine.

He immediately went for your neck, sucking a quick hickey underneath your ear just to make you all the more desperate, before one of his hands urged you to bend down a little and you obliged.

"you're gonna take it all like a good girl aren't you?" he asked, positioning his cock at your other entrance.

"yes- I am Eddie I promise" you whimpered, still moving on Steve's dick.

"good 'cause I'm not stopping princess,"

you could only moan at those words, just to be interrupted by his tip entering you.

"oh god" you whimpered

"I know angel. just take it, I know you can" he murmured, going deeper, and finding it hard not to groan at how tight you were.

"it's-it's too big" you cried, tears pricking your eyes.

"no it's not, c'mon, be a good girl, relax a little" he whispered, pushing inside again.

"Eddie" you moaned, starting to get used to the feeling.

"that's it, baby, that's a good girl, you're almost there" he praised, before fully thrusting into you with a loud groan.

You moaned so loud the whole neighborhood probably heard.

You could feel both of them, both their big cocks stretching you.

"good girl" Eddie spanked you "I knew you could take it"

You gasped but had no time to say anything before they both started thrusting into you, leaving you completely speechless.

You could only grip Steve's shoulder as you ascended to another universe.

This was nothing like anything you'd ever felt. This was everything and more all at once, and if you weren't an atheist you probably would have guessed this is what heaven fucking felt like.

"fuck you're so tight princess" Eddie groaned "I'm not gonna last long" he spoke, his breathing ragged.

Your hearing was muffled from the pleasure like you were underwater.

Eddie chuckled, seeing your state "You like this too much princess?" he mocked "You like being our little slut too much? You can't even speak?"

Your mouth was open but nothing came out of it except for desperate little whines.

"is that it?" he asked, one of his hands coming down on your asscheek and making you yelp "Answer me, angel"

"y-yeah," you cried "I like it too much Eddie- it feels so good"

He grinned smugly "I'm glad baby" he growled "c'mere," he said, putting his arm around your chest and forcing your back against his chest as he fucked you even harder.

Steve in the meantime was mesmerized by the view, trying really hard to last.

Eddie hungrily sucked and kissed your neck as one of his hands traveled to your clit.

"Daddy!" you moaned, when he circled it, heightening your pleasure even more

"fuck dude" Steve could only react by groaning lowly.

"I know right?" Eddie raised his brows cockily at him before focusing on you again "Who's your daddy princess, tell me" he spoke, not slowing his pace in the least and continuing to massage your clit.

"you- Eds you're my daddy" you cried "Only you"

"that's right" he suddenly bit your earlobe before letting you go "That's fucking right"

You fell onto Steve again, and he immediately brought your mouth to his. Leaving a hot, messy kiss on it.

Your orgasm was growing in your belly like a volcano ready to go off at any moment, and you were in complete bliss, just a doll at the mercy of the two men inside of you.

"fuck-I'm gonna come soon sweetheart" Steve murmured, "where do you want it?"

You didn't answer, you couldn't, you were right there yourself, and your brain had stopped functioning a while ago.

"where sweetheart?" he asked again

Eddie let out a small laugh "You're too fucked out baby?"

And when you didn't answer that, Eddie's amusement only grew "I guess that's as good as an answer" he said "Try choking her, that always seems to wake her up"

"choking?" Steve asked, deserving a fucking prize for not having busted his load right there and then at the proposal.

"yeah Steve"

"you sure?"

"What, you think she doesn't like that?" Eddie chuckled "She fucking loves it, 'gets real tight when you do it too"

Steve complied, one of his hands slowly sneaking up to grip your neck, choking you.

You let out an animalistic moan, and Steve immediately understood what Eddie was saying about you getting tight.

"c'mon baby tell Stevie where you want his load" Eddie commanded.

You opened your eyes, biting your lip to keep yourself grounded in reality.

"tell me sugar"

"I-inside Steve-fuck, I want to feel both of you come deep inside of me please" You wined loudly, making Steve mutter something under his breath.

The hand around your throat was the last straw and the bubble in your belly was ready to burst.

You couldn't do it anymore, you needed to come.

"Can I come?" you begged "Please daddy can I come?"

"You think you deserve to?"

"I do-I do please, please!"

"I think you do too, come for us baby, come all over our cocks"

And just like that, the volcano in your belly erupted completely, a hot wave of pure bliss washing over you as you moaned so loud you doubted you would have any voice left.

The feeling of your pretty walls squeezing around them caused a domino reaction, and they both came groaning loudly just after you, filling you up to the fucking brim.

"fuck" Steve could only whisper once you had all come down your high.

"you did real good sweetheart" Eddie kissed your cheek, pulling out of you and helping you lie down on the bed.

The air filled with your heavy breaths and a delighted silence as you nestled between them, their arms keeping you close.

"So did you like that princess?" Eddie asked, and when you didn't answer their eyes fell down to you.

They both chuckled, watching your eyes peacefully closed.

"I think we wore her out," Steve said

"We'll wake her in a while for round two" Eddie smiled, gently stoking some hair out of your face "how 'bout those brownies now?"

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ssweetleaf · 2 months

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pretty.

step-daddy!steve harrington x step-daughter!reader

summary: your step daddy finds you fast asleep, but can’t seem to shift the thought of filling you— of ruining your chances of being with any other boy that wasn’t him.

includes: SMUT 18+, dub-con, inappropriate relationship, age-gap, somno, fingering, daddy kink, allusions to unprotected p in v

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Peeking through the crack in your door, Steve watched your sweet form, sleeping soundly, sprawled out on your front on your pretty pink duvet— soft little snores escaped your lips, occasionally shifting in your sleep, the irresistible globes of your ass visible with the way your nightgown rode upwards.

His beautiful girl, so worn out and soft, he could already feel his cock hardening from the mere thought of why you were so sleepy— little flashbacks of earlier on littered his brain, his nimble fingers inside your panties, playing idly with your clit.

“It hurts, daddy! Need your help.” You had whined, nudging your nose against his cheek and tugging at his arm, so glad he had come back from work early just to see his best girl.

So, he had helped you, stopped your poor little clit from hurting and made you cum, spasming around nothing and moaning out a constant mantra of daddydaddydaddy.

But now it was his turn, he thought, pushing his door open and letting himself inside your cute little space.

He just couldn’t help himself, for a while it had just been foreplay, letting you practice sucking his cock and having him circle your pretty clit once he was finished, but it was time for something different.

His greedy cock was bored of your mouth, no matter how warm and slick it was, he needed something tighter, something spongy and gummy for him to piston into. And that something was your sweet little cunt— just the mere thought of it fluttering around his length, barely being able to take even half of it, it had him pulling a lip between his teeth to stifle a groan.

So there you lay, his dearest, darling girl, back arched so prettily, your cotton panties wedged between the fat of both ass cheeks, and he made sure to get a closer look— the outline of your puffy pussy lips was sheer through the fabric, pulled taut, a little wet spot covering the space where your hole would be.

You were always so wet for him, whether you liked it or not.

Steve reached out a hand, fingertips tracing the length of your slit from over your panties, watching with a lift of his lip at the way your hips wiggled at his touch— even in your sleep you were drawn to your daddy, leaning into his touch in dream state, you were probably dreaming of him anyway. Dreaming of him defiling you.

His lips quirked at the sweet sound of a whine escaping your lips, mindlessly trying to squeeze your thighs together and lodging his hand even closer towards your pussy in the process.

He managed to hook his intrusive fingers underneath the elastic of your panties, shuffling the crotch to the side and letting the pads of his fingers really feel. Your wetness coated his skin immediately, saturating his flesh just like you saturated your poor panties, your sweet arousal dripping in surges from your untouched hole.

He had to adjust himself at the feeling, palming his crotch and pulling at the fabric of his slacks that suddenly became a little too tight.

“Such a dirty girl,” he huffed out, his unoccupied hand pulling your thighs apart as best as he could to get a closer look. “always such a greedy girl, thinking about your daddy all the time, hm, honey?”

He smirked— if you were awake he was sure you’d give him one of your little scoldings of daddy, you can’t say stuff like that, your cheeks would heat up and you’d refuse to make eye contact, but being sound asleep you just took what he gave, and that included his crude little utterings.

Slowly, he circled a finger around your opening, prodding at it teasingly, letting all your arousal to soak his digit before slipping it inside. You sucked him up immediately, walls contracting around the intrusion and you moaned against the pillow, still sleeping soundly.

Stevie had always wondered how tight you were, an untouched little dove like you he couldn’t even begin to comprehend it— but now, with his finger shoved inside, curling up into your special spot, he could barely find a thought, especially with the immense throbbing of his cock.

Once he slipped a second finger inside you, in attempt to stretch you out a little more, you stirred, eyes fluttering open, entirely confused before turning to see the sweet presence of your daddy.

You gave him a dumb little smile, unaware of what was going on until you realised how full you were, how good it felt.

“D-daddy—” you gasped, leaning on your elbows, cheeks heating at how embarrassed you were, just letting him fill you with his fingers while you were sound asleep.

“Shh,” he cooed, stroking your hair with the hand that wasn’t inside you, grazing your cheek with his knuckle to have you settle down. “were practically begging for it, honey— like a little bunny in heat.”

You whined at his words, backing up into his touch and clenching around him.

“S’good daddy’s here, hm?” He spoke, “poor little pussy would be lost without me, wouldn’t she?”

So filthy, you thought, your ears not entirely used to such crude speech coming from your stepfather, but you couldn’t deny how needy it made you feel, you could feel your slick slipping down your thighs and onto your sheets.

Your daddy pulled his fingers away from you, your pussy clenching around nothing, and you whined from the loss, oh how empty you felt. You didn’t like it, you wanted to be stuffed full for as long as you could take.

“No,” you whined, sniffling, your eyes glistening with tears and you wiggled your ass back into him, urging him to give you more. “Want more, daddy— feels s’good.”

“I’ll give you more, hon,” he hummed, pressing his palm to the back of your head and pushing it down, letting your face squish against the pillows. He fiddled with his belt, pulling it loose and lowering his fly, pulling the pretty length of his cock from his briefs.

He was practically leaking, the thick veins that littered his cock throbbed and surged with hotness, so eager to be inside his most precious girl, to feel her heat and fill her to the brim.

The mere thought of his hot cum filling her insides, shooting into her tummy, it had his knees buckling, mind reeling from how lucky he felt.

He was so glad he had such an obedient, needy girl like you.

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writingdumpster · 9 months

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needy

pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, p in v, size kink, creampie, dumbification, daddy! kink, nipple/breast play, gentle dom dynamics, soft aftercare

summary: no plot, clingy reader being fucked

word count: 1.3k

“I need you, Steve,” you called.

You were laying on your back, pressed against your sheets. Your arms were thrown back against the mattress as you gazed up at Steve as if he was a god. He was naked, as were you, but you preferred to look at him. He felt the same way about you. Steve was climbing onto the bed. Your knees were bent, legs raised and spread as you waited for Steve to fill the space between them.

“What do you need, princess? Hmm? You need to be fucked?” Steve taunted. He kneeled between your legs, leaning forward slightly and planting a hand firmly against your waist. He took his thick hard cock in his hand. He started teasing you, running the head of his cock up and down your folds, collecting your wetness and spreading it around your cunt.

“Please, daddy. Been thinking about it all day,” you whimpered. You’d been horny all day. You had been waiting for Steve in his favorite lingerie set when he came home. It had been a very nice surprise for Steve. After a hard day seeing his wife dress up for him because she was so desperate for his cock was a nice treat. And now he had you right where he wanted you. Steve tapped the tip of his dick against your clit twice before carefully slipping the tip into your soaked hole. He pushed into you in one slow thrust, leaning forward so his hands were planted on either side of your body.

“Better, princess?” Steve teased you.

“Yes, daddy,” you responded obediently as he began rocking his hips against you. He wasn’t giving you his whole length yet. He was too big for that. Steve always took the time to warm you up, but he always gave you his whole cock too.

“This what you been thinking about all day?” Steve taunted. His thrusts were shallow, but his pace was quicker than he usually started with. He’d missed you that day too.

“Been thinking about you filling me up,” you said. Steve groaned. You hadn’t had anything else on your mind all day. It was lucky that Steve had gotten a job that let you stay home. Your pretty little head could stay empty while Steve filled you up.

“Me too, baby,” Steve told you. “I want your pussy to be nice and full when you go to bed tonight.” Steve leaned down to kiss you. You wrapped your legs around his hips, heels digging into his ass. As he leaned down his cock pushed farther into you, filling you all the way up and prodding into your cervix gently. You moaned into Steve’s mouth. He was moving his hips at a slow pace. His thrusts were short but deep, keeping himself inside you as much as he could. He raised one of his hands to your breast, cupping and squeezing it tenderly. He started rubbing his thumbs against your erect nipples. Steve swallowed your moans as he continued exploring your mouth with his tongue, seemingly unable to stop kissing you. He finally pulled away and leaned back slightly.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Steve cooed. He gave you a mischievous smirk before he changed the pace and depth of his thrusts, pulling out further than before. The sound of skin slapping against skin started filling the air as he fucked you slow and hard. Both of his hands were on your breasts now. He was squeezing and fondling them shamelessly. He’d always loved the way they bounced when he fucked you. Your mouth was hanging open lazily.

“Such a pretty little princess,” Steve murmured. “You get so dumb on my cock for me.” You whimpered.

“Feels really good, daddy,” you called up to him. Steve grinned.

“That’s good, princess. I always want you to feel good.” His hands slid down to grip your waist firmly. Before you realized it he was slamming into you, hard and fast, pulling unstoppable cries from you as you basked in the pleasure. Suddenly he gripped your hips and pulled them up away from the mattress so he could fuck into you more deeply. You arched your back away as he did. You could feel his cock pressing against your cervix with each thrust and cried out in pleasure.

“Oh my god, Steve!” You cried out.

“You want to come, princess?” Steve offered.

“Please!” You shouted.

“Go ahead,” he said. He reached down and began rubbing against your clit with his thumb. It didn’t take anything else. You exploded in pleasure around him. You clenched down hard on his cock and Steve moaned loudly. Steve didn’t give you any time to recover. He let go of your hips and let you fall back against the mattress, leaning back down over you and thrusting more quickly. He shifted his hips and found a deeper angle, pulling wild moans from both of you. His pace quickened for a moment before he made three deep slow thrusts. On the third thrust you felt his cum pouring into you and you could feel his tip rubbing against your cervix again. He was throbbing inside you as you milked him, but Steve wasn’t done. He didn’t waste a moment before grabbing your hips again and thrusting hard and deep against you.

“Mmm! Stevie!” You whined. You held your arms up to him, begging for his touch. He took one of your hands in his, lacing his fingers with yours as he leaned down and pressed you against the mattress. His lips were against yours quickly and your other hand flew to his cheek. You moaned as he kissed you, his cock still brushing against the deepest parts of you. When he pulled away a trail of saliva stayed between your lips before dripping into your mouth. It made you want more. You reached back up and wrapped your arms around Steve’s neck, leaning away from the mattress and holding him so you could continue to kiss him.

Steve’s mind was falling to pieces over how much he loved you as you kissed him, but he managed to keep his rhythm inside you. Your nipples were rubbing against his chest as he fucked you, your breasts bouncing wildly. Steve gave you one slow deep thrust, pressing himself as far into you as he would go. He pulled away from the kiss and gave you a dazed smile.

“I love you,” he said. Before you could respond he was fucking you fast and deep. The sloppy sound of your wetness was ringing throughout the room. You held tighter to Steve’s neck, not wanting to be away from him. Steve fell down onto his elbows, pushing you against the mattress. Your hand found its way to his hair, dragging through his silky locks. Steve’s thrusts were hard and you threw your head back in pleasure, screaming out his name. You came again, unable to get the words out in order to ask if you could. Steve didn’t care. He was cumming too, thrusting deep into you to make sure that your cunt was full of him. He slowly pulled out, a mess of his and your cum coating his cock. The two of you panted as you returned to your bodies. You let go of Steve, letting your arms fall back against the mattress.

“I love you too, Stevie,” you called. Steve smiled warmly. He leaned down and gave you a quick peck before he started shuffling out of bed.

“C’mon, let’s go clean you up, baby,” he said. He practically carried your worn out body to the bathroom. He showered with you and dried and combed your hair for you before the two of you were back in bed.

“Hold me,” you whispered as you cuddled into Steve’s side. Steve’s heart throbbed. He was more than happy to oblige. As you cuddled into his chest, his arms wrapping around you he was reminded again that you were the best thing that ever happened to him.

#steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington imagine

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lis-likes-fics · 1 year

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You, Me, & Steve

Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader x Steve Harrington Word Count: 8.5k Warnings: NSFW, smut, face riding, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, deepthroating, praise kink, daddy kink, gay sex, I’m not saying Steve’s a sub but Steve’s a sub, bottom!Steve, top!Eddie, switch?Reader, overstimulation, threesome... A/N: There this song called You, Me, & Steve by Garfunkel and Oates, and I love the song so...enjoy this filthy ass fic with everyone’s best friend Steve. Thank you!

You smile across the table at Eddie, pursuing another slice of pizza from the pie between you. His face is stuffed with a huge bite, cheeks full and a stupidly large grin on his face. There's grease on the corners of his mouth and a string of cheese hanging over his lip. You chuckle lightly before taking a bite of your slice.

He speaks around his mouthful, "It's great, right?"

"Mhm," you hum, chewing your slice thoughtfully, "'S good."

You set the slice on your plate, dusting off your ringed-up hands as you pick at the slice of pepperoni hanging off the side. Eddie tilts his head as he sets his own slice down, rubbing his hands together before wiping them on his jeans. They were his good jeans, the ones that only had the one small hole across the knee.

"Babe," he calls your attention, raising his brows and offering a small smile. "You okay?" He looks at you through his bangs, reaching over the table and brushing his fingers over your knuckles.

You look up at him and smile, "Yeah, perfect."

You feel his shoe tap against yours under the table and laugh. You return the kick lightly. "We playing Footsies now?" you raise a brow, laughing when you feel his foot kick you again. And then you are playing Footsies as he continues to nudge you here and there, the both of you at war under the table.

A small fit of giggles erupted from you as you gazed at Eddie, his big brown, doe eyes staring back as he laughed rambunctiously. You could have wished a thousand wishes for this moment. You can’t believe that it’s finally you and him, and him and you. Just you.

And his friend Steve.

Steve Harrington plops down in the seat right next to you with a pie in hand, laughing lightly at the scene he’d walked into. Your light-heartedness fades slightly as you glance at him with a tight smile.

“Playing games without me?” he quips as he sets the second pizza on the table. It’s loaded with toppings, and he immediately scoops a slice onto his plate, giving the both of you a large grin. Yours is forced as you return it, Eddie’s is easily reciprocated with nothing but his usually strange bubbliness.

You don’t even know what his whole deal with Steve is. He’s always around now. Before, you could snag plenty of hours with Eddie where it’s just the both of you alone. But now, it seems like you can’t shake Steve.

Eddie would ask, “Hey, you want to go catch a movie?” Then you’d say yes and be on your way to a drive-in and see Steve Harrington coming to join.

Then Eddie would ask, “Hey, you want to go out? Get some food and come back?” You’d say yes and be on your way. Then Steve fucking Harrington would show up once more.

Eddie notices you space out and looks at you again. “Hey, you okay?”

“Hm?” You look at him quickly and offer another tight smile. “Yeah, fine.”

You’ll be better when Steve leaves so you can hang out with your boyfriend alone.

You’re filled with a little bit of hope when Eddie asks you out again later on in the week. You’d just hung out with him and Steve all day. You are hoping Eddie has gotten his fill when he asks you if you want to get ice cream with him. You are excited as you get in his van alone, and then drive to the ice cream parlor alone, and then enter alone.

Your mood is ruined when you spot Steve waiting for the both of you in a booth. He flashes you both that huge grin and beckons you over. Eddie greets him happily and brings you both to go sit. You’re seething, but you hide it well.

It happens again when the circus is in town.

And then again when you and Eddie go to Skull Rock to let loose with some weed and Steve fucking Harrington just shows up.

You could have wished a thousand wishes for Steve to disappear. It's not that you don't like his friend, and it's not that you don't think he's great—truth be told, you had a major crush on Steve before you got with Eddie—but how many hours with him can you truly spend when you hardly even have time to fuck your boyfriend in peace? At the very least, you wanted to just have an hour to yourself to fuck Eddie without him getting a call from Steve to ask if the two of you wanted to hang out again. You hang out so much, you’re so pent up from not having the time.

Eddie notices your unease as you hole up in the living room of his trailer. Steve's lounging on the couch with you squished between them. He grabs your attention with a hand on your arm and excuses the both of you to his bedroom.

Eddie closes the door carefully behind him and is surprised when you jump his bones. You moan into his mouth as you push him against the wall and run your hands over his chest, your lips devouring him as all the pent up stress explodes.

He responds almost immediately, after getting over the initial shock, and kisses you back with just as much hunger. He’s just as pent up as you are. His arms wrap tightly around you, and he turns you around so you’re pressed up against the wall instead. You both moan into the other’s mouth, the sound muffled by your squished lips.

But then Eddie pulls away and smiles at you, chest heaving from breathlessness and eyes blown from lust. “What’s going on?” he asks quietly. “You okay?”

You huff as you stare at him, eyes darkened with desire. “I want you.”

“I can see that,” he laughs lightly. “But Steve’s in the other room.”

You groan and roll your eyes, stepping closer again as you grasp the back of Eddie’s neck, pulling him down so his face is centimeters from yours, just a lip’s distance from kissing you. “Steve’s always in the other room. Or right beside me. Or fucking under me or you. He’s always around.”

Eddie licks his lips, sweeping some hair from your face before drawing patterns over your hips again. “Well, he’s my friend. I thought you liked Steve.”

You sigh, “I do, Eddie, I do… but, Jesus Christ, how long is he going to hang out with us every minute of every day? Why’s he always here? Because, seriously, what the fuck’s his fucking problem? I want you—need you to myself.”

“Okay,” he whispers, pecking your lips gently before pulling back again. “Why don’t we wait Steve out or someth–”

“Are you gay for Steve?”

The question takes him off guard. You look at him with a raised brow as he chokes on air. You already know of Eddie’s bisexuality. He came clean to you about that a long time ago and was met with more acceptance than he realized was coming his way—as if you couldn’t tell when you first met him by the way he acted around certain people.

“I think you might be gay for Steve, Eddie. And that would be alright, but I need you to let me know this shit,” you tell him, tilting your head to one side as you stare him down. “I mean, if you want Steve, just tell me. I’ll… I’ll step back, and you can have him. I just need to–”

He interrupts you with a kiss. It’s a possessive kiss, one that renders you breathless as he presses you against the wall again and cradles your head in his hands. He licks your bottom lip before he pulls back. “You know I fucking love you,” he tells you, his voice low and raspy and fucking amazing. You smile a little, reassured as a weight lifts from your chest at the prospect of Eddie leaving you.

He sighs and pulls back to look at you again. “Okay, look,” he begins. “You remember when you told me after we first got together that you had that huge crush on Steve?” You blush but nod, swallowing hard. “And then I told you that I had that crush on him, too?” Again, you nod. He smiles a lopsided grin, seemingly amused by his next words as he speaks. “Well, Steve has a huge crush on you, too. And he has a huge crush on me.”

Your brain is a little slow to process. You tilt your head as you examine his face. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish before you speak. “Wait, Steve’s bi like you?”

Eddie nods, still grinning. “Steve’s bi like me,” he confirms.

You stare for a moment. “Huh.”

Once Eddie’s sure you understand, he continues. “When Steve came clean to me about it, he also asked me if we could…be his experience.” You stare at him, a little confused only because you were hesitant to figure out his riddles.

“He wants to fuck us.”

You blink a couple of times as you finally understand his words. Eddie laughs, “I only had him around all the time because you know I’m terrible with words, and I wanted to see if you still had that fat crush. But you seemed a little put off by Steve being around all the time so I was about to turn him down.”

You suddenly laugh. It’s a loud laugh that both confuses and entices Eddie. Suddenly, your frustration dissipates into something less heavy. You look at Eddie and smile wide, “Eddie, you should have just told me. I was only upset because I never had alone time with you anymore. If Steve wants a threesome, he can have a threesome. Just talk to me next time, this was not the way to do this.”

Eddie beams. He fucking beams. You can tell he’s been waiting to fuck Steve for a while. You’ve kind of been waiting to fuck Steve, too. Now you’ll be doing it together. Dreams really do come true.

“‘Course,” he replies. “God, I love you.”

You smile teasingly, “Well, I’m not God, but I love you, too.”

He chuckles and kisses you quickly before stroking his thumb over your cheek. “Be right back.” Then he leaves the room to fetch your Steve. You stand there for a moment, still coming to terms with the agreement. Your cheeks blush, and you shake your head, biting your bottom lip in thought.

You laugh and sit on the bed, suddenly nervous as you run the palms of your hands over your thighs. It’s really hot all of a sudden, and the thought of Steve’s body moving over yours makes it even hotter. You hear the TV in the living room cut off, and then you hear Steve and Eddie’s voices murmuring in the other room. Then they approach the door and it’s unbearably hot. You remove your top.

Eddie and Steve walk into the room with you shirtless, your black bra exposing your chest as they take in the sight of you. “Damn, babe,” Eddie snorts. “I knew you were excited, but that was quick.”

You roll your eyes at him and look at Steve, who’s staring wide-eyed at your chest. He notices you watching him watch you and blushes, his face turns completely pink. “Wow,” is all he says. It’s all he can manage.

Eddie closes the door behind him and moves to sit next to you. You feel awkward sitting next to Eddie as you both look up at him. Eddie doesn’t look like he’s going to say anything to help out, so you do. “Eddie just told me you came out to him. He told me about your crushes and everything, and–”

“Is this weird?” he interrupts. “I swear, if it’s weird, I can leave and we can just agree never to talk about this again.” He takes to running his hand through his hair, messing it up as his pink face turns red. He tries to take a step back, a strange movement in his legs as he retreats. You notice the tent. It’s huge.

You stand and close the distance between you. You press your lips to his before he can continue talking, grabbing a hold of his shirt to pull him down to meet you. He’s surprised and breathless and has no idea what to do. So he just kisses back, and when you pull away, he’s speechless.

“Steve, I’ve liked you since way before I got with Eddie. The only thing that would make this weird is if you walked out that door and we all pretended this never happened,” you tell him, brushing your fingertips over his cheek. “Now, kiss me again.”

And he does. All the awkwardness has left his body in an instant, because he’s all over you in the next second. He walks you backwards until you fall onto the bed next to Eddie, hands grabbing clothes, lips sliding against skin, too much heat for one person to take. He’s been pent up for a while.

You moan helplessly into his mouth, weaving your fingers through his hair as you allow him full access to your mouth. Eddie’s watching, licking his lips and watching you both hungrily. He didn’t expect seeing his boy crush and his girlfriend making out so passionately to be as big of a turn on as it is.

But he gets jealous quickly. “Don’t hog all the fun,” Eddie breathes. You let go of Steve to look at your boyfriend, who takes Steve by the nape of his neck and crashes his lips down on him.

Steve doesn’t have time to be shocked by the sudden kiss, he doesn’t have time to process. He melts against Eddie, visibly melts as he kisses back. You watch with bated breath, mouth watering and body tingling. God, you wanted more.

They sit at the edge of the bed, making out desperately as you get onto your knees and watch them. You lean forward, moving some hair from Steve’s neck so you can kiss him there. His skin is soft between your lips. You take some between your teeth, nibbling and suckling as he groans lightly against Eddie’s mouth.

You flatten your hand against Steve’s chest, slipping underneath his shirt to feel the expanse of his skin there. You take his earlobe between your teeth, pulling on it with a shuddering breath before you pull away. Eddie helps you, pulling Steve’s shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in the room.

He turns him and shoves him onto the bed so he’s lying on his back. Steve huffs for breath, overwhelmed by everything as he watches the both of you stare down at him with lust blown pupils. Eddie smiles down at him, “Now, you stay right there.”

Eddie’s hand wraps behind your head and pulls you close as he kisses you again. He tastes like Steve, like Carmex and Coca-Cola. You moan into his mouth, smoothing your hands under his shirt before you pull it off of him so you can feel his bare skin under your palms.

He’s hungry, you can tell. For you, for Steve. He wants you both all to himself, and now he knows he can have it. His lips find your throat. He kisses and suckles the skin there before his teeth sink gently into your earlobe. “Why don’t you go sit on Stevie’s face? I’m sure he’ll love that.”

You shudder at his suggestion, warmth spreading over your skin as you agree. You lean over Steve’s body, kissing the expanse of his skin from above his belly button, to his chest, his nipples, his throat. You pay extra care to his throat, licking and sucking and nibbling the skin there as your hand holds his chin up to keep his neck exposed.

Steve’s hands grip your sides, keeping you close as he moans underneath you. Eddie kisses your back, his lips connecting with your skin at the spot right before it disappears into your jeans. He pulls those down, over the curve of your ass and to your knees. He plays with your panties before removing those as well. He slips them off of you completely without Steve even realizing what’s happening, too caught up in the feeling of your lips and teeth against his throat. He’s sure you’ve marked him up.

When your clothes have been abandoned somewhere in the room, Eddie takes a generous handful of your ass and kneads it. He’s obsessed with the sounds you make as his fingers dig into the supple flesh. He places a kiss over each cheek.

You move on from Steve’s neck when Eddie clears his throat. You kiss Steve’s face, his lips and his cheeks and his forehead, the very tip of his nose. You worship him with your lips before you let him worship you with his tongue. You sit up and he notices you're mostly naked, save for the bra—which Eddie has just unclipped and removed from your body. Now, you’re entirely naked. Steve’s obsessed.

He looked drunkenly up at you, his brown eyes are black and his pink lips are kiss swollen. You share a look, a question in your eyes as you stare for a moment. He just nods, he nods eagerly. He’s really excited.

So you lower yourself onto Steve’s face, and he fucking gets to work. He’s licking and sucking and mouthing hungrily at your pussy, which had already been throbbing from the anticipation. You’re a moaning mess as you practically melt against him. You have to hover above his face just to make sure you are not bearing the entirety of your weight on him. His arms wrap around your thighs to pull you closer, and it doesn’t seem as though he’s super into you not bearing the entirety of your weight on him.

He pulls you down with a swift tug and you're fully seated on his face. He must be in heaven because he certainly looks like it. Your brain is all mushy and your limbs are shaking as he eats you out like a man starved. His tongue plunges deep inside of you, licking up everything you have to offer as you drip out all over his face.

Eddie’s hard in his pants as he watches. His lip is swollen from both your kisses and his teeth sinking into it at the sight of you two. He finds himself wishing the roles were reversed for a moment. He knows how glorious it is to be buried between those thighs, and he yearns for it suddenly. But he can make due.

Eddie discards his rings slowly, purpose in each little movement. The bed dips, unbeknownst to either of you as you find yourself preoccupied with one another, and he takes his time. Steve’s hips jerk when he feels his zip being undone, but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing.

Eddie leans forward and presses a kiss to your spine before whispering against you. “Don’t come yet, baby. I’ll tell you when, okay?” All you can do is nod. You’re too caught up in the pleasure that Steve is throwing at you as he sucks on your clit like candy.

You moan helplessly, grinding down against his face. His pointed nose presses into your clit in the most perfect way, and it turns you to putty. “Shit, S-Steve,” you whimper. “S’good. You can’t stop.” Because if he stops, you’ll explode.

Eddie just smiles, shifting Steve’s mom jeans down his thighs without a comment about them. He’s a little too distracted to pick up on the joke anyway. He sinks to his knees, removes Steve’s cock from his tight pants, and—Jesus Christ, he’s huge. Eddie’s eyes are wide as he stares at it, completely mesmerized. Steve is rock hard and thick, a delicious vein running the length of his cock that he can’t help but want to lick. And he does, Eddie flattens his tongue against the underside of it and licks a long stripe up Steve’s cock.

His whole body jerks, and he groans rather loudly into your swollen cunt. You jerk next, the vibrations making you melt. You’re barely holding it together, and Eddie expects for you to hold out for a command.

You don’t think you’ll make it. You wonder briefly what Eddie will do if you come without his permission. Will he spank you? Will he make you suck him off? Will he make you suck Steve off? Maybe both at the same time? You’re unable to finish your thoughts as Eddie starts another chain reaction by flicking his tongue over the slit of Steve’s dick.

It’s not long before Eddie finally takes Steve into his mouth. It’s an adjustment, that’s for sure. He’s used to eating out, not sucking off, but he takes it like a pro. Steve’s moaning and grunting into your weeping pussy, and you’re finding it a lot harder to hold off your release that way.

You have to lift off of his face, put a little bit of distance between you two to avoid disobeying Eddie. But Steve is insistent, addicted. He licks his lips where your arousal has spilled over, along with his chin and his cheeks, and really his whole face. His hands bring your back down with his iron grip and he’s buried in you again.

You throw your head back and screw your eyes shut, back arched and body trembling. If Eddie doesn’t let you come soon, you’re going to burst. Steve isn’t helping. You don’t think he’s particularly interested in helping, though.

Steve’s slurping sounds mixed with Eddie’s are driving you insane. You want to scream, to cry, to come. You can only do the first two, and it’s not enough.

A whimper escapes from your throat, rough and whiny as you stutter out, “Daddy…”

Steve nearly chokes, but Eddie replies, “You talkin’ to me or him, sweetheart?”

You grind against Steve’s mouth, the only other alternative to running away from the pleasure that will make you explode. “I needa come,” you whine. “Please, can I come?”

Eddie has to think for a moment, his fist still stroking Steve as he stares at your beautiful back. After a moment, he lets out a sigh and flicks his wrist. Steve groans into you, you whimper. “You've been such a good girl. I’ll let you come…long as Stevie comes, too.”

You don’t think that will be much of a problem. A waterfall of gratitude slips from your lips as your hands tangle in Steve’s hair, gripping and tugging on the dark locks your fingers intertwine in. Eddie’s mouth is on Steve again, and he sucks hard on your clit. You buck against his face, your sounds climbing as you finally find release. You come all over Steve’s face, still grinding and whining as senseless ramblings fall from your lips. “Ah, yes! Thank you, Daddy. S’ so good!”

Steve can’t take it anymore. Between your whimpering praises to his skills and Eddie sucking on his dick, he follows right after you in no time. He moans into your cunt, licking you up greedily as he spills into Eddie’s mouth. There’s so much going on, you can’t process any of it with your jelly-like brain. All you know is that if Steve keeps lapping at your pussy like this, you’re going to burst.

You lift yourself up on shaky thighs to get away from his greedy mouth. He follows you until he can’t anymore, glancing up at your contorted face to see what was happening. Steve sits up, locking eyes with Eddie for a moment and nearly losing it again when he sees his cum decorating Eddie’s face. Eddie’s having a fucking field day with it, too.

Steve shifts you so you’re sitting in his lap, taking your chin in his hands as he looks over your face. “Aww, baby,” he whispers to you. “Can’t take it? Is it too much?” The way he speaks to you, so soft and taunting as he makes you look him in the eye, it turns you on far more than it should. You’re helpless against him, pushing forward to kiss him again.

He only lets you for a moment before pulling you back. “You like how Daddy takes care of you?” he coos, moving some of your hair out of the way. You nod, practically begging for another kiss. As you lean forward again, you feel him brush against you and look down.

Your eyes widen, taking in the sight of his cock. You’re practically salivating because, Jesus Christ, he’s huge. You want it, you want him. Glancing behind you, you can see Eddie taking his spot with his chest flush against your back. You’re squished between them, Eddie’s still in his jeans but Steve is completely naked like you. It’s unfair. But you’re still a little preoccupied by Steve.

Eddie notices you looking and just nods. “I know, he’s a big boy, isn’t he?” he asks, his mouth connecting with the juncture of your neck and shoulder. He licks and sucks and bites the skin there, making sure it’s well loved as he does. “You want to taste him, don’t you? You want to see just how big he is?”

You nod quickly, eyes fluttering shut as Eddie’s teeth brush against that little spot on your throat that drives you crazy. “Yes, Daddy,” you whisper, reaching a hand back to tangle in his messy head of hair. “Fuck, I want that.”

He takes your face in his hand, squishing slightly so your lips pucker. He turns you so you’re looking at Steve, whose predatory eyes glare into yours and devour your soul. “Tell him,” Eddie says. “Tell Steve how much you want him.”

You wet your lips with your tongue. “I want you,” you whisper, barely audible over the heavy breaths and the sound of your blood pumping in your ears.

Steve tsks at you, “You can do better than that. Come on, kitten. Tell me what you want.”

Something in you flips as you lean forward, Eddie’s hand wrapped securely around your throat to keep you from kissing Steve. You moan, “I want you so bad. I wanna suck you off, and I wanna taste you and see how big you are.”

Steve is losing his mind. Your compliance comes so naturally and he briefly wonders if it was trained into you by Eddie or if it was just your natural state. He glances over your shoulder at Eddie and scoffs playfully. “Eds, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was such a slut.”

Eddie beams pridefully, “I know. Ain’t she the best?”

“Please,” you whimper.

“Alright, alright.” Steve smiles at you, leaning forward to press a feather-light kiss to your lips as he smiles down at you. “Let’s see what Eddie says first. He is the boss.”

“So sweet,” he comments, turning your face so he can kiss your lips. You melt, reaching for him as you divulge in his pleasure. You sigh against his lips, tasting the salty taste of Steve’s cum on his tongue. You lick into his mouth, yearning for more as Eddie gives it.

He pulls away after a moment, hand still wrapped around your throat to ensure you can’t continue kissing him so he can think. He smiles, “Yeah, you can suck him off.” He looks past you, his eyes drilling into Steve’s as a wicked grin takes his face. “Steve’s mouth’ll be busy anyway.”

You might not be the only one drooling.

Eddie’s hands grip your waist, and he lifts you up off of Steve. He sits you on the floor so you’re on your knees and tells you to stay, throwing a “good girl” at you when you listen to him. He makes a come hither motion to Steve, who obeys just as well as you do when he crawls off the bed, sitting in front of you.

Eddie takes off his jeans, pushing them down his legs to reveal the tattoos that had been hidden from everyone but you. The both of you stare at them. There’s a barbed wire tattoo around his upper left thigh, a skull eating a heart on the inside of his right thigh, more chain link around his calf. Behind one knee is a tattoo of both your initials. It’s small, and it’s simple, but you love it.

He catches the both of you staring, smirking devilishly. “You like what you see?” You nod, biting your lip to try and hide your smile. He bends down to kiss your forehead. When he straightens his back again, you’re met with his cock in your face. He’s painfully hard, red swollen head, the vein on the underside bulging. You stick out your tongue and lick him.

He gasps between his teeth, stepping away a little with a breathy chuckle. “Eager, are we?” he says. He brushes his knuckles over the apple of your cheek. You lean forward and kiss his pelvic bone, long and lingering as his cock twitches in response. He groans and tangles his fist in your hair for just a moment before pulling you away. “Go on and taste Steve instead. I know you want to.”

And you do. You really do. Steve’s leaning back against the bed, and you realize why Eddie had you sit on the floor the way you were. You sink to the floor, swatting away one of the suspiciously crusted up socks Eddie had lying on the carpet. You take Steve’s cock in your hand, looking up at him as he clenches his jaw.

He’s thick, thicker than Eddie. As you pump your fists up and down his shaft a couple of times, you’re both moaning at the feeling of it. Eddie watches intently, his face hard as he stares. Steve’s hips buck up into your hand when you squeeze, breathing a shaky breath in response. You shift down so your face is level with his dick. God, he’s big. You’re not sure you’ll be able to take him. But one thought back to Eddie reminds you that it probably won’t be as hard as you think, besides you want to impress them.

You pump your fist once more and lick the tip of his cock. Steve hisses, still sensitive from before. Your tongue glides over the slit, tasting his precum as it seeps out. You flatten your tongue along the underside of him, licking from base to tip to feel him. Then you take him in your mouth.

Steve throws his head back against the mattress as you swirl your tongue over his tip, bobbing your head down the length of him as you adjust to his size. His hand weaves in your hair for a moment. He doesn’t guide you, he just tangles his fist to ground himself.

He doesn’t notice Eddie step over him until his mouth falls open to let out a breathy moan. He feels Eddie’s own cock rest against his lips and opens his eyes again. Eddie’s looking down at him with such a dominant gaze, he almost loses his breath. He opens his mouth a little wider, untangling his hand from you in favor of holding onto Eddie.

Eddie leans forward, slipping his cock onto Steve’s hot tongue. It’s an adjustment for him, but he manages as he licks along him. When Steve feels you suckle around him, he grunts and Eddie follows after. It takes a moment, but Steve gets the hang of it rather quickly. It’s almost a dance, the both of you moving in time with one another's movements. Eddie bends forward just enough to grip the sheets behind Steve’s head before finally just taking a fistful of his hair.

You take Steve’s cock down your throat, surprising yourself when you don’t choke on his size. Steve chokes though, he hadn’t expected you to be able to take it—he’s not used to people being able to take it. You and Eddie are surprising him a lot tonight.

You aren’t able to take the last inch, he’s so thick, it’s hard to. He doesn’t seem to mind, perfectly content with the way you fuck your throat on his cock as he fucks his on Eddie’s. He must be in heaven, Steve’s sure of it. There’s no other explanation for all of this. It’s good, and it’s overwhelming, and he wants more.

“Fuck, this mouth is amazing,” Eddie comments. “Now I know what you were screaming about, babe.”

Steve twitches in your mouth, spurred on by Eddie’s praise. You moan, reaching between your thighs to run your fingers through your folds. You’re still soaking, dripping wet from all the factors encouraging your pleasure. Steve is going to come soon, you know it. It makes you work harder, eager to taste him on your tongue as the sounds you make become increasingly naughty.

Eddie’s trying his best not to thrust into Steve’s mouth. It��s hard to, with the way he takes him. He moans more and more, driving Eddie absolutely insane. “Shit, keep that up, sweetheart.” Eddie’s talking to you, his eyes are screwed shut as he nears his own release with Steve. Your finger swirls circles over your abused clit, and your whimpers encourage Steve.

Eddie’s gasping for breath. You’re addicted to the sound, you want to pull it out of him next. He’s going to come soon, so is Steve. You can’t wait as you work harder. Then it’s only a few seconds. Eddie steels his jaw and thrusts forward, little to no warning given as he spills down Steve’s throat. Steve follows directly after, and you are more than happy to clean him up.

Your greedy tongue licks him up as he had done for you. He’s better than you thought, and it makes you yearn for more. Eddie pulls out of Steve’s mouth, lingering there for a moment to catch his breath before shifting out of the way. It gives Steve a clear view of you as you lick along his shaft, collecting his cum on your tongue. He has to pull you away from his dick to catch a break, too sensitive to handle you at the moment.

“Jesus,” he breathes. “Such a fucking slut.”

The way you smirk is mischievous, a spitting image of Eddie’s own devilish grin. “Takes one to know one.” Steve brings you forward and crashes his lips on yours. You moan into his mouth and crawl forward for more. Eddie ventures behind you, sinking to his knees and taking your ass in his hands again. A swift smack to both your cheeks makes you yelp and press further into Steve. When Eddie’s hot tongue sinks inside of you, you moan and your shaky legs nearly give out.

“You taste good, sweetheart,” he praises, spreading you apart as he licks you up. You whimper and grip onto Steve tighter. But Eddie doesn’t keep going for you to come. He pulls away from you after a moment, licking his lips to taste what he could before whispering in your ear. “You’ve been such a good girl, baby,” he groans. “That deserves a reward.”

You visibly melt against Steve, barely able to hold yourself up now. He scoops you up into his arms, and Steve stands after. He practically throws you onto the bed, spreading your legs wide and pressing them up to show off your glistening cunt. He bends down to kiss you there, but he doesn’t indulge. He delivers a surprise smack and you yelp again, and then he steps away.

You see Steve and watch him stroke his sensitive cock a couple of times before letting it fall against your belly. You suddenly lose your breath at the sight of him. He’s so fucking big, he’s going to split you open. Quite frankly, you’re counting on it.

He smirks at you, bends down to kiss your lips, and then turns you over so you’re on your stomach. He manhandles you until you’re on your knees, presenting your ass to him as he massages it thankfully. Eddie moves in front of you, taking a seat with his legs spread wide. You lean forward and kiss his lips. He tastes so good.

His fist tangles in your hair as he pulls you away, winking at you before readjusting you so that you’re level with his cock. You’re all too happy to obey. Just as you take him in your hands, you feel Steve’s tip prodding at you. Your breath catches in your throat, but he doesn’t do anything yet. You feel him move against you, running his cock through your folds in a teasing way that makes you want to scream.

You hang your head, your breath heavy as you grow more and more impatient. “Daddy, please,” you whimper. “Please, I need it.”

He doesn’t answer you, at least not with words. All the breath is forced from your lungs when he pushes inside of you. You're slicked up enough that it’s not as hard, but it takes a moment before he’s buried inside of you. He’s practically stuffed inside you as you squeeze around him, tight and warm and wet. Steve groans and sighs deeply once he’s fully inside. Your legs tremble. You can’t think. You feel so full, he’s filled you up to the brim with his cock.

You only remember Eddie’s cock in your face when you feel him press it against your tongue. You wrap your lips around him and suckle on it, gasping around him when Steve pulls out way too slowly. You’re going to cry. It’s so much. Him going slow will make you crazy.

Steve’s gripping your hips tightly to keep you steady. He pulls out to the tip, and you can feel his thighs tighten against your skin as he presses himself flush against you before thrusting inside. It’s rough, and it’s fast, and you scream. It hurts for a moment, but it’s quickly replaced by a trembling amount of pleasure. Eddie’s hand tangles in your hair as he directs your head to take him down your throat. It muffles your helpless mewls and sends shivers through Eddie in return.

Steve does his best to go slow, trying to make sure you adjust to him before he does anything else. You clench around him, sucking him in as he takes you slowly. Eddie can tell you’re suffering with his pace through your weak moans. He looks up at Steve and tilts his head. “You can do better than that,” he says.

Steve’s eyes were screwed shut, too focused on your constricting cunt to think of anything else. He glances at Eddie. “Tryna get her ready.”

Eddie scoffs, “Oh, she’s ready alright.” Steve’s still a little hesitant, he can tell. Eddie leans forward, wrapping a hand behind Steve’s neck to pull him closer. They’re so close now, Steve’s shallow breaths quicken. “Let go,” Eddie tells him. “I know you want to. She can handle it.”

And Steve listens. His slow pace is long forgotten, replaced with a speed that would rip you in half as he shoves his cock inside of you, only to pull out so he can do it again. You’re a moaning mess, gasping for breath and clenching the sheets underneath you. It feels so good, it’s hard for you to keep up when he’s splitting you apart on his cock.

Eddie’s fist tightening in your hair reminds you of your previous job. You take his cock in your hand, pumping him a couple of times before suckling on him. After a moment, Eddie takes control again. He presses your head down on him, pulling Steve forward to kiss him as he pistons inside of you from behind. You’re struggling to support yourself on your elbows, your legs are trembling and the sensations of Steve’s dick thrusting so roughly inside of you are too much. He fills you and fucks you until your brain is a pile of mush.

Eddie’s cock slides in and out of your throat as he guides you, sighing against Steve’s mouth as you take him. Your clit throbs between your legs, which Steve spreads apart even more to allow more access to your dripping cunt. His hips snapping against your ass are loud and wet, your arousal spilling out all over the both of you as it drips down your thighs.

Steve breaks from the kiss to kiss along your spine, whispering in your ear. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze that pussy. Show Daddy how good he’s making you feel,” he rasps, his teeth clenching down around a patch of skin to make you gasp again. His hand comes to wrap around your throat. He can feel Eddie’s cock thrusting in and out of it and it spurs him on.

“She’s an angel,” Eddie comments. “Fuck, I love her so much.”

Steve groans, “I can see why. She’s perfect.”

Their praise is making it hard to do anything but moan. You’re so full, and they’re doting on you like you’re their perfect girl—and you are. They make a point in letting you know.

Steve’s thrusts are becoming sloppy and Eddie’s becoming more vocal as he nears his own release. There are so many wet sounds and moans in the air, it’s hard to keep track of what’s coming from where. And when Steve’s finger presses against your clit, you’re done for.

Eddie pulls him up to kiss his lips again, and Steve’s fingers become faster. You’re going to burst, you’re going to explode. There’s no way you’ll last any longer like this, especially as he spreads your legs wider with his own. Eddie’s grip on your hair pushes you down just a little more, burying his length inside your throat.

Steve’s moan as he comes is muffled against Eddie’s mouth. His thrusts don’t stop as he comes, they’re closer together, and they’re rougher as he allows your pussy to milk him. That perfect spot mixed with the flick of his wrist pushes you over the edge. You come with a shout, pulling off of Eddie’s cock to gasp and moan and scream because, “Oh, fuck! Yes, Daddy!”

Eddie doesn’t get to come, and he’s not all that upset about it. He’s perfectly content to watch his lovers come all over each other in an explosion of lust and pleasure. Steve presses himself as far as he’ll go as you spasm around him, thighs trembling as your body falls heavily against the sheets, your face still laying on Eddie's lap.

When he pulls out, he’s still gasping for air. He sets you down gently so you don’t just fall onto the bed. You're limp as you slowly recover from your mind-numbing orgasm. You feel so empty without his cock filling you to the brim. He kisses along your spine, feather-light and praising with each connection of his lips to your skin.

He steps away from you, catching his breath as he looks up at Eddie. “Shit,” is all he says as he shakes his head. Eddie agrees with a dopey grin. He shifts off of the bed, running his hand through your hair to soothe you as you lay there helplessly. Steve runs a hand down your spine, and you feel all warm as they take care of you.

Steve sits at the edge of the bed, sweeping some hair from your cheek where it stuck to the layer of sweat on your skin. He bends down and kisses you there, whispering gently into your ear. “You did absolutely amazing, baby,” he coos. “I couldn’t have asked for more.”

You smile at him, even with your face still buried in the sheets. You feel Eddie’s hands on your waist. He flips you over so you’re on your back again. He bends over your body and kisses all over your face. You love him. You love him so much as he takes care of you, makes you feel special.

Your fuzzy thoughts are interrupted when you feel his cock against your pussy. You whine, and he just kisses the tip of your nose. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispers. “Just one more? Can I have one more?” Again, you whine, but it’s not out of denial. “I know, sweetheart. You’re still all sensitive. Just wanna make you feel good one more time, and then you can rest. Is that okay?”

You nod. You could never say no to Eddie, especially not when he acts all sweet—not that you would if you could. He beams, your heart warms at the sight. Eddie’s cock slips between your folds, teasing you for a moment as he coats himself in the mixture of yours and Steve’s cum.

He slips inside of you with ease. He sighs as he bottoms out, pressing deep within you. He clenches his teeth for a moment as you whimper, squirming underneath him. Steve fucked you raw, and you’re sure Eddie will, too. “Fuck, baby,” he sighs. “How the fuck are you still tight?”

You could ask the same question, but you’re still fucked out from before. Eddie starts moving in no time, grasping onto a pace as he slowly builds. You’re already moaning before he’s even gotten faster. Every nerve ending feels like it’s on fire. Every movement inside of you is unbearably good. You clench around him as he presses himself deeply within you. Steve may be thicker, but Eddie’s longer.

He fucks you good, holding onto your hips and bringing you to meet each thrust. You’re trying to find something to hold onto before Steve’s hands find yours, allowing you to grip onto him as Eddie takes what he wants. You can already feel your urge to come sneaking up on you. It doesn’t help that Eddie brings his thumb to tease your clit. He doesn’t really rub it, merely flicks and taps to drive you insane. It works.

You moan for him, feeling your cum dripping out of you beginning to stick to your thighs and fall onto the bed sheets. “You’re doing so well,” Steve whispers. His eyes are glued to your breasts, watching them bounce as Eddie fucks you hard. He’s mesmerized by the sight of them. He reaches out to cup one of them, playing with your nipples with watering lips. Steve loves your tits.

After a moment, he just moves off of the bed to lean beside it so he can press kisses to your chest. His lips trail along your skin, as if you need more teasing from these two. His lips wrap around your nipple, sucking harder as he flicks his tongue and teeth over the sensitive bud. And he does suck on them, just as he’d done with your clit when you rode his face.

“Fuck, baby,” Eddie gasps. “Gonna make me come inside you.” You nearly explode then and there. There’s so much going on. Your brain is fuzzy, your body is trembling, and you know you’re going to burst any second now.

Eddie tortures you with his thumb once more, circling your clit to bring you closer to your sweet release. Your body can’t take any more. You don’t wait for a command, you don’t announce yourself, you just come. You arch your back, pressing your chest further against Steve’s mouth, and shout. You clench down around Eddie as senseless cries leave your throat. Eddie thrusts rougher into you a couple of times before he comes after you.

The sound he makes is pathetic when he comes. It’s a mix of a whimper and a moan as he empties himself inside of you. You wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer, deeper. He lingers there, relishing in the feeling of you squeezing his cock as you milk him.

After a while, he pulls out and Steve pulls off of your breast. You’re breathless and limp from the overstimulation crashing down on you. You’re exhausted. You want nothing more than to fall asleep squished between these two.

You feel both Eddie and Steve’s hands smooth over your aching body, gently massaging all of the tension from your limbs as you lay there, unable to bring yourself to move. You feel Eddie take hold of the underside of your thighs, lifting them up until you’re basically folded in half. Then you feel Eddie’s hot tongue against you again. This time, he’s greedy.

You mewl and whine and whimper as his languid tongue licks through your folds, tasting the mix of cum that dares to slip out of you. He suckles gently on your pussy, your clit, anything his tongue can reach. He cleans you up, and you do nothing but make your pathetic little sounds that are soon muffled by Steve’s lips.

Eddie doesn’t make you come again. He can tell you’re a little too sensitive for that, and you’ve already been so good. He takes a step back and is replaced by Steve, but only for a moment to allow him to lick you a couple of times and place a teasing kiss over your swollen clit.

They put you out of your misery by carefully lowering your thighs. They cuddle up into the sheets, watching you struggle to keep your eyes open. Eddie pulls you to his chest, allowing you to bury your face in his pecs as you cling to him. He feels you press a tiny kiss to his skin and just smiles. “So good, baby. So good,” he whispers into your ear. “I love you so much.”

You can only mumble, but he understands you without a drop of trouble. Steve takes his place behind you, but his arms reach behind Eddie to pull you both closer. Eddie glances at him over your head, smiling gently. Steve pulls the blankets up to cover the three of you, and lays back against the pillows, burying his face in your hair as he takes in your scent.

You don’t even try to fight your exhaustion. They can both already tell you’re fast asleep. Eddie sighs contentedly, watching as Steve settles down completely in the small bed. He smiles.

“Hey,” he whispers. Steve looks at him, humming a sound deep in his throat. Eddie licks his lips, “If you want to…I don’t know, join us…I’m sure she’ll be more than happy. ‘Course we’ll have to talk about it, and it doesn’t have to be weird or anything. Just—if you ever want to, it’s totally–”

“Hey,” Steve interrupts him with a small chuckle. “I’d be happy to.” Eddie smiles, ignoring the blush that had spread over his cheeks. He closes his eyes and pulls you closer.

Just you and Eddie and Steve.

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drudyslut · 5 months

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— summary: no plot, just filthy steve smut.

— pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

— warnings: smut! thigh riding, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex (don’t do that), major daddy kink, semi dom!steve?, breeding kink, slight praise kink, hair pulling, steve lightly smacks reader once, swearing.

❥ call me daddy — s.h

You and Steve have been fucking for about a year now, it started out as a one time thing, both drunk at a party and things just sort of happened.

But then, you found yourselves finding any excuse to hook up.

Sex with Steve wasn't like anything you'd ever experienced. It was filthy, rough and mind consuming.

You loved that Steve had a breeding kink, you loved that he forced you to call him daddy, you loved that he was so rough with you and how he called you his good girl every time you did what he asked.

All of it drove you mad, causing you to feel the ache between your thighs just by looking at him.

And that's exactly how you ended up in this position. In Steve's bedroom, clothes strewn across the floor, riding his thigh, chasing your first of many releases of the night.

"fuck fuck fuck" you moan out, his fingers digging into your thighs as he helps you grind your pussy against his clothed thigh.

"Doing s'good baby. So fucking good. Cum for me, make a mess all over my jeans" Steve grits out, the grip he has on your thighs tightening, surely leaving bruises.

You let out a pornographic moan, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck. The feeling of his denim jeans rubbing against your clit pushing you closer to your release.

Steve runs his hands up your thighs and sides until he reaches your tits, squeezing them gently before his fingers find your erect nipples, toying with them as you continue to ride his thigh.

"Steve, m' so close, so.. fuck!" you shout, your release washing over you, legs shaking as you come undone all over his jeans.

You lift your head from Steve's neck, trying to catch your breath when Steve pulls you off his lap and softly drops you onto the bed.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching as he pulls his shirt over his head, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth as he begins to slide his jeans and boxers down his legs.

Your mouth waters when his large, thick cock springs free.

"Wanna suck daddy’s cock, hmm? Does daddy’s little cock whore want to be on her knees?"

You nod your head, unable to contain the excitement in your eyes as you move from the bed and fall to your knees.

Steve begins to slowly stroke his cock, bringing his free hand to the back of your neck and squeezing softly.

"Suck" Steve demands, letting his hands fall to his side as you grip his thick cock in your hands, softly stroking him before placing a kiss to the tip.

You lick a long stripe up the vein on his dick, placing his mushroomed head into your mouth and sucking on it softly while continuing to slowly stroke him with both hands.

You hear Steve groan, letting his head fall back in pleasure as you continue to softly suck on his tip, leaving kitten licks around his shaft every so often.

"Stop fucking teasing, princess. 'S not nice"

You pull yourself back, letting the tip of his cock pop out of your mouth as you stroke him slower.

You place both hands on his thighs to steady yourself, pushing his cock into your mouth until the tip kisses the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

You begin bobbing your head faster up and down his length, taking every last inch of him down your throat.

Steve lightly smacks your cheek, signaling for you to look up at him.

"Look at me princess, want eye contact while I fuck your throat."

You look up at him, eyes glazed over with lust, tears beginning to form in your eyes as he bucks his hips, shoving himself deep into your throat.

He moves his hands into your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail as he begins to harshly thrust into your throat.

You're a drooling mess, tears falling down your cheeks as Steve continues to fuck your throat raw, the sounds of your gagging and his balls smacking your chin with each thrust filling the room.

"Fuck, 'm so close.. fuck fuck" Steve groans out, gripping your hair tightly as his thrusts become sloppy.

He yanks on your hair, pulling you off of his cock and up off your knees.

Steve smirks at you, eyes full of lust as he swipes the drool off the side of your mouth.

"Almost didn't pull you off in time baby. What a shame that woulda been, hmm?"

"Such a shame, need daddy’s cum inside my pussy"

Steve brings his bottom lip between his teeth, a sly smirk on his face as he bends you over the bed.

"Wanna be a mommy? Wanna have all daddy’s babies?" Steve asks, lining himself up with your soaked entrance.

"Yes daddy. Wanna be a mommy, want you to fill me up and give me all your babies"

Steve let's out a dark laugh, running the head of his cock through your slick folds.

You whine at his teasing, "Steve, no teas-" you begin, but are cut off by the loud moan leaving your lips when Steve shoves himself inside you, bottoming out instantly.

"My needy little cock whore, love hearing you beg for daddy’s cock, you happy now?" Steve mocks you, pushing himself in and out of you roughly.

You nod your head, unable to form words from the insurmountable pleasure you're feeling, his cock stretching you, making you see stars.

Steve slows his pace, pulling himself almost completely out.

"Use your words, princess. You know daddy doesn't like being ignored"

"Y-Yes daddy! 'M happy!"

Satisfied with your answer, he begins pounding into you once more. His hands have a tight hold on your thighs, snapping his hips harshly into yours.

He uses one hand to push your back farther down, using his other hand to grip at your hair tightly.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so good baby. You love when I stretch this pretty pussy out? I love it, 's good. So fucking good."

"Love it so much. Love feeling your big cock stretch me out, filling me so deep"

Steve yanks you up by your hair, your back pressed against his chest as he consumes your mouth in a hot kiss. Tongue exploring your mouth as he pounds into you harder and faster.

You begin to clamp down around his cock, he groans against your mouth as he pushes farther into your cunt.

"Gonna fill you up so good baby, gonna let everyone know whose pussy this is."

You clamp down more at his words, your release so close you can almost feel it.

"Fill me up daddy, want everyone to know 'm yours!"

"Cum with me pretty girl, cum all over daddy’s cock"

You clench around him tightly, feeling your release wash over you as your legs shake uncontrollably.

"That's it pretty girl, squeeze my cock, i'm almost th- fuck" Steve rasps as his cock twitches inside you, hot, white ropes of his release spilling into your abused cunt.

Steve releases his grip on your hair, letting you fall softly onto the mattress, face buried in the bed as you try and catch your breath.

"Fuck, I swear we get better at that every time" Steve says.

You laugh lightly, agreeing with him as you pull yourself up.

"Oh no, i'm dripping down your thighs" Steve says in a slightly mocking tone.

He pushes you back onto the mattress, scooping his cum with his fingers and fucking it back into your sore cunt.

You slightly wince at the feeling of his fingers pushing into you, overstimulated from both orgasms you'd had in the last hour and a half.

"Is my pretty girl sore?" Steve mocks, slowly fucking into your pussy with his fingers.

You let out a whine, nodding your head in response.

"Too sore, can't take anymore, Steve"

He lets out a chuckle, pulling his fingers from inside you and bringing them to your lips.

"Suck, baby" He instructs, shoving his fingers into your mouth.

You begin to suck on his fingers softly, cleaning both your releases off his fingers, pulling a hum of appreciation from Steve.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and begins to gather your clothes off the floor, handing them to you as he smiles softly at you.

"Wanna come over tomorrow and do this again?"

You chuckle, pulling your shirt over your head, "Oh absolutely."

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alien-magnolia · 1 year

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Taking a Shower with Eddie 🖤

Tw: Dom Eddie munson x Fem!reader (subby), shower sex, unprotected sex, 18+ minors DNI

After long nights where you worked your shift as a waitress, you’d come home exhausted.

Luckily, your sweet Eds knew the perfect way to get you to relax!

You’d come to the trailer, unlocking it with your keys. You felt that it was a bit hot in there. You were confused, until you heard the hissing of the shower.

You walk past the collection of mugs hanging on the wall, you found them hilarious. You slowly open the bathroom door.

“Hey, sweetheart. That you?,” you hear his gruff voice call to you from the shower. “Yeah. S’me Eds.”

He opens the curtain to look at you. You see his pale chest, thin but wide, littered with tattoos. Your eyes make their way down to his abs, following the dark brown happy trail you see, down, down, down…

He immediately meets you with a warm kiss, you melt into him, as his big hands grab and knead you from behind.

He runs his hands all over your curves, stopping to leave a few marks on your neck, making you giggle. “Aw. All excited for me already, huh, sweetheart?,” you nod eagerly, waiting for his next move. It felt like your body was on fire, you were melting into him.

“Such a mess for me, baby. Don’t you worry. You just stand there, and be a good girl. I’m going to take care of you,” you hear his deep voice whisper close to you. You felt his happy trail on your back as he turned you around to face him, and then pushed you against the shower wall. One of his hands were still kneading at your hips, and the other was now on your chin, lifting it up to meet his gaze.

“Tell me what you want,” he spoke to you, his voice was low, you now felt his hard cock pressing up against your thigh. “Want you, Eds. Want you,” you whined.

“So desperate, huh, sweet thing?”, he taunts, brushing your cheek with one of his hands. “Want you. Eds, please. Want your cock,” you look up at him with those doe eyes of yours that he couldn’t resist.

He didn’t even need to prep you. He knew you were wet enough. Just for him. For your sweet boy. You’d do anything.

With that, he slid into you, he was so big, he filled you to the brim, he filled you just right. “Fuck. This pussy’s just sucking me in, sweetie. So nice and tight, all for me, huh?,” he taunts you as he starts to pick up the pace, thrusting a bit harder.

“M’all yours, Eds. Promise,” you moan out. You felt yourself starting to lose control, he would always just milk all those orgasms from you. His cock stuffs you so so sweetly, that you can barley function when he’s in you. You start to slip a bit and lose your balance, he holds you tighter against the tile. You feel his heavy balls slap against you. Your lips meet his plump ones as he brings you in for a few hungry kisses.

“You close, huh, sweetie? Ask for it. Go on,” he encourages, with a few pecks at your cheek. “Please. Eds. Wanna cum. Please!!,” you practically beg him at this point, your voice all high pitched, whiny, and subby. He has total control over you. He always did. You love it.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Be my good girl and cum for me.” You squeeze around him so so tightly!!! He finishes just after you, emptying into you.

“Such a pretty girl, took me so well, baby,” he coos at you, as he pulls out. “Now this pretty pussy of yours is all mine, filled with me.” You squirm at his words. He just drove you crazy, and he knew. He notices, and chuckles.

“Better join me in the shower more often, what do you say, princess?,” he asks. “Only for you, Eds.” You smile up at him.

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stvharrngton · 7 months

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kinktober: day four

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, spanking, dom!steve and sub!reader, daddy kink

word count: 0.8k

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Tears pricked at your lashes as Steve’s hand came down on the plump flesh of your ass once again. The fourth, fifth or sixth time, you weren’t sure. Losing count when the sharp slap caused a rumbling in your lower stomach, arousal pooling in your panties.

You didn’t expect to end up here, laying across Steve’s lap as he spanked your ass. It was supposed to be a punishment but a punishment you enjoyed a little too much at this point. Something about being a little too brazen, a little too bratty. Pulling that poor guy onto the dance floor with you cause Steve wouldn’t pay you any attention, only to be dragged away by your jealous boyfriend, his chest rising and falling in anger.

The skirt you wore abandoned as soon as Steve got you home, your sweet little pink panties left on, the lace framing your ass just nicely. Your fingers clutching at the couch cushions, your teeth gritting with every slap.

“Have you learned your lesson, baby?” Steve cooed, large palm soothing over the reddening flesh.

The sound of his voice snapped you out of your daze, you could only stutter and stumble over your words in response, a feat that made Steve smirk all stupid.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he said, all cool and collected as his palm collided with your ass once more, causing a yelp to erupt from your lips.

He watched in amusement as your thighs clenched together, taking a moment to slide his fingers between your legs. Steve pressed the pads of his fingers against your panties, feeling how soaked the lace was, causing a low grumble in his throat.

You purse your lips, trying your best not to let a moan slip out as Steve let his fingers slip inside your pussy, barely up to his knuckles but enough to tease you, to send you reeling. Steve thrived on how you writhed on his lap, doing your best to not let on that you were enjoying this. It was supposed to be a punishment after all.

“Steve,” you whined, curling your toes as the knot built in your stomach. Your thighs clenched in desperation, trying anything to relieve some of the tension you were feeling.

Slap.

You winced at the sting, gnawing on your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying out. Steve was all riled up, cock straining against his jeans at having you like this, cheeks hot and gaze dark and lustful.

“Stevie, please,” you begged. You couldn’t take it much longer, the sweet sting a little too much, the coil in your stomach wound too tight, your pussy leaking all over your thighs, you needed more.

Slap.

“Wanna try that again, honey?” Steve purred, voice silky smooth yet assertive. His dominant personality shining through his desire.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, heat rising to your cheeks immediately, your head dizzy as you blurred out exactly what Steve wanted to hear, “sorry Daddy.”

Steve chuckled, a shit eating grin spreading across his face, his palm soothing the red skin of your plump ass, “That’s better, good girl.”

You whined at the praise, knowing that Steve was holding out on you to prove a point. To prove that no one could make you feel as good he could, that your pussy belonged to him and him alone. But you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed something, needed Steve’s fingers, his mouth, his cock, anything.

“Please, Daddy,” you cried, “want you to make me feel good, need to feel you.”

Steve scoffed at your demand, his hand still rubbing over the peach of your ass, his fingers skimming dangerously close to your cunt with every stroke. A gesture that was really driving you insane.

“Oh, is that right, huh?” He teased, pulling the waistband of your panties back until they snapped against your skin, “Want me to take you upstairs and fuck my fat cock into that wet little pussy of yours? You wanna cream all over Daddy’s cock, honey?”

“Oh,” you whined, it came out strangled, a desperate attempt at convincing Steve to give you exactly what you wanted, “pleasepleaseplease, Daddy, want it so bad.”

Slap.

This one sent shivers down your spine, something about the way he spoke, the filthy and downright dirty scenario Steve was expressing had you in a tizz. Your panties soaked and your skin red hot.

“Think you deserve it? ‘m not so sure,” he teased and any other time you would have cursed the boy but at this moment you knew it would put you right back at square one.

It was then Steve yanked your panties down so they sat at your thighs, his fingers plunging between the apex of your thighs, two digits pushing past the entrance of your cunt. He pumped his fingers slowly, once, twice, curling them in the process, making you cry out in pleasure.

“I suppose,” Steve hummed, “only if you can be a good girl.”

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strangerxperv · 6 months

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Ok,

Large titted nerd reader giving a sloppy tit job to mean bully Billy

Daddy Steve spoiling little reader with orgasms?

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thecomfortgoth · 7 months

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Peeping Tom Part 2

18+ MDNI (just don't, ok?)

Part 1 can be found here. Masterlist can be found here.

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader x Perv!Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve hadn't been able to get what he'd saw behind that gym block out of his mind. Even when he was fucking other girls. A confession, a confrontation and a deal is made.

WC: 8.2k

CW: unprotected p in v sex (use a condom, pls), booty call, masturbation (m), panty sniffing/licking, gaslighting, use of degrading pet names, use of praisey pet names, daddy kink, dom!Steve, ONE use of y/n (I tried avoiding it but I couldn't), face fucking, fingering (f receiving), Steve being a fuckboy and a pervert, very small & brief mention of a piss kink (only time this will ever happen), mention of squirting, posessiveness, jealousy, mentions of voyeurism/exhibitionism, violence (there's a little bit of blood), bullying/teasing, illusions to/discussion of cheating, dirty talk, kinda angst? all characters are 18+

Please let me know if I've forgotten anything and I will add it.

A/N: okay here it is, part 2 finally. It was originally going to end up being huge so please don't worry, this is NOT the end of this story, there WILL be a part 3. I am a little worried this will be a bit of a let down, but I promise part 3 is gonna be worth it, so bare with me, it's coming. Leave feedback, let me know if you enjoyed it!

My requests are currently OPEN and I write for Eddie, Steddie, Steve and Billy. Send me some stuff!

Smut (and a little bit of angst this time) under the cut

He knew he'd find you here. Standing at your locker, completely unaware of his presence.

He snorted a quiet laugh to himself as he thought of how that wasn't the first time you didn't know he was there. He watched you from down the hall, sorting through textbooks and putting some in your bag, taking others out and slotting them into their rightful place inside the small metal closet full of your belongings.

His eyes gazed over the little dress you were wearing today. A gorgeous deep wine red, strappy with a black t-shirt underneath, the fabric hugging at your waist and flowing out around your hips. Your legs were bare, they looked like they were so fucking soft. The whole ensemble finished off with a pair of simple black leather platform ankle boots.

Steve had never really been one for noticing exactly what a girl was wearing, usually too focused on getting them out of their clothes to be bothered with it. But with you? It was different. He kinda wanted to fuck you fully clothed, hiking that pretty dress up enough for him to slot between your thighs and slip inside that soaked slit between your legs that he'd thought about since it was first revealed to him last week.

Fuck, he'd thought about it almost every night. Even when he was balls deep inside whatever his flavour of the day was. But he also thought about having you completely bare and exposed for him too. Alot.

Before he knew it, he was moving forwards, smirking a little as he saw your eyes flash towards him, finally noticing him. Your cheeks turned a real pretty shade of pink and he just knew it complimented the colour of your perky nipples, and that it had flushed all the way up to the tip of your ears.

You'd been actively trying to avoid him. Apart from a few little winks in the corridors in passing which made you want to shrivel up with embarrassment, you'd managed to successfully do so. But now he was coming up to you. And Eddie wasn't here to hide behind or use as an excuse or a distraction. The hallway was filled with strangers as you scanned around for one singular familiar face, cursing under your breath as you heard the footsteps get closer.

"Looking for someone, pretty girl?" He crooned, smooth and his voice still a little thick with the morning. Turning your head you saw him leaning against the locker next to yours, a thumb slotted into the belt loop of blue jeans as his other hand held the strap of his backpack.

Fuck. You had to talk to him now. You didn't want to be rude and you definitely didn't want to just walk away. It'd look really fucking strange if you did that. As much as you wanted to, so badly. "Uh.. n-no I was just.. seeing if Eddie was coming, he should be here a-any second now" you stuttered out nervously, giving him a small tight lipped smile, trying to deter him by threatening the appearance of your large intimidating boyfriend. You definitely had scary dog privileges, and you were thankful for it right now.

"Oh I'm sure he's coming alright" he grinned at you, bearing his teeth like a shark, eyeing you up and down slowly, drinking you in. You found it somewhat threatening. Even if you couldn't help but think about just how perfect his incisors would feel sinking into the skin of your shoulder. You swallowed and shook your head a little at his comment, trying to get rid of your thoughts as the blush on your face deepened.

"Look, Steve, I-I know you saw us that day behind the gym block b-but-" you started, looking down at your feet as you closed your locker but were cut off by him laughing a little at you. Kind of meanly. You looked at him in confusion, reaching up and fiddling with the guitar pick necklace of Eddie's that you always wore. He'd told you it would show everyone you were his girl - even if everyone already knew that. It'd become somewhat of a security item for you now.

"B-but what?" He mocked you a little, cocking his head to the side and looking at you now like he pitied you, still with that fucking stupid grin on his face. "Don't sit there and act all shy, sweets. You definitely weren't when I sat and watched your boyfriend drill his dick inside you while you flicked your tongue at me and watched me cum in front of you" he chuckled low, getting a little closer to you.

You still couldn't look at him. You kept your gaze on the floor, shuffling uncomfortably from foot to foot. You felt like the walls were closing in the closer he got, feeling your back hit against the cool metal behind you and a hand plant itself next to your head, the sound of it making you gasp a little and your head shooting up. You looked at the hand. It was his hand. His big, thick fingers tapping steadily at the grate of the locker. Why did you clench your thighs at the sight of them, thinking about how they'd feel stuffed inside you?

You turned your face slowly to see him closer than ever, only inches from your face now. Jesus fucking Christ, what was he doing?! Eddie was sure to come around the corner any moment now and catch you two like this. And he'd fucking rip him limb from limb if he saw him up this close and personal to you. Even if he wasn't even touching you. "Y-you need to go" you squeaked out pathetically, your voice just above a whisper.

"Why? I mean, it's not like Eddie's gonna really care. He let me watch you two fuck, didn't he?" He grinned his teeth at you wider, the grin faltering a little as you ducked your head again. "Shit" he muttered under his breath. "He had no fucking clue did he? You let me see all that and he didn't even know? And you still haven't ratted me out? Wow, maybe you are a dirty little slut after all, keeping naughty little secrets like that from your boyfriend" he groaned a little, getting a tiny bit closer. "Wonder if you'd keep any more dirty little secrets from him.." he said in a raspy tone, making your heart flutter at a million miles an hour for more than one reason.

"You want me to make your cunt drip down your leg with my cum like he did that day?" He smirked as you gasped at his words, your face shooting up as you looked at him angrily now, Steve getting ever closer to you as his hot breath fanned your face. "He doesn't have to know, does he? Cause you can keep a secret, can't you?"

You'd had enough. You couldn't fucking take this bullshit anymore. You used all your strength and pushed him away from you, watching as he stumbled back and laughed at you, seeing you storm off down the hallway with the straps of your backpack gripped tightly in both hands. Your face was now matching the colour of your dress and your jaw clenched, lips pursed tightly against each other as you made your way to class, steam practically rising out of your head.

He'd got what he wanted. He'd successfully riled you up. And he knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. He smirked in your direction, watching the way the skirt of your dress would flounce around your ass as you briskly walked off. He couldn't help but kiss the air again in your direction, like he'd done that day last week, before he made his way to his own class. His mind now filled with a million dirty thoughts, a lot of them about throwing you in a janitor's closet and making a mess of that pretty little flushed face of yours and getting that little dress off you. As much as he'd love to be inside your cunt with it still draped over your every curve.

That night was just a normal Wednesday night, and Steve had no plans. His parents were gone and it wasn't quite the weekend so there was no use trying to throw a party. But he couldn't shake the thought of your pretty dress and the way it swished around your thighs, almost revealing your round, jiggly ass to him as you walked off.

How it hugged against your swollen chest as you huffed down the corridor angrily. He wasn't sure why he found the thought of you walking away all pissed off and embarrassed because he'd been teasing you at school so fucking hot. He smirked to himself, humming a little and feeling a tent in his pants form as he lounged around on the couch in his grey sweats and no shirt, his bare hairy chest fully exposed to the elements.

He palmed at himself a little, thinking back to what he had seen in that alley that day. The way you looked at him, the way you licked your lips, the way your mouth fell open and you made a really pretty noise when Eddie fucked you a certain way, probably hitting your g-spot with the head of his cock. Fuck. He groaned at the thought of that, how your pussy would flutter at having that special spot inside you battered against repeatedly with a thick cock.

Steve was rock solid now. He wanted to push his dick between your wet little lips and face fuck you into next fucking year, make your eyes water and your drool spill down your chin and neck, soaking the collar of whatever you were wearing. Or just your bare tits if he'd got you out of your clothes by that point.

But he can't, cause you're Eddie's. And yeah, maybe that did make him a little jealous, because he wanted to destroy you and leave you more of a mess than Eddie had. More of a mess than you probably had ever been.

Fuck it. He wasn't in the mood to deal with his boner himself, not when he could have someone else's hand wrapped around him at a moment's notice, the perks of being "The King". He pushed himself up off the couch, heading up to his room to find his little notebook of girls phone numbers he kept. You know, the kind that any popular senior high guy would have.

Or maybe it was just Steve. Chicks really digged Steve for some reason. He wasn’t sure if it was the hair, his charm or the fact that he was more than well endowed. Or maybe he just knew a lot of slutty girls. He looked through the book, trying to find someone who was even anything close to you. Although they'd never compare, not in a million years.

Not Tammy, she sounds like a fucking muppet even when she’s having sex, especially when she cums. Steve shuddered at the memory of it. Not Nancy, she's with Jonathan and definitely too much of a goody two shoes to cheat on him, even if he knows that his dick has to be bigger and better than that little rat looking fuckers. He scoffs a laugh as he flips past her name.

He finds a girls name, no last name, just written down hastily as “Claire from Chem class”. He couldn’t remember who that was for a minute, he had to think about it. Wow, was he really that much of a manwhore? He chuckled to himself as he thought of it, coming to the conclusion that he was but he didn't particularly care.

Suddenly his eyes went wide when he remembered that she was the girl who could deepthroat a cock without taking a breath for at least 5 minutes. And she’d let him cum inside her, she did last time. “Shit” he hissed out, rubbing at his erection over his sweats, mulling it over in his head. She did have the same hair colour as you. And the same body shape. So it would make imagining it was you much easier. He picked up his phone and immediately dialled her number, confident in his choice of fuckdoll for tonight. It wasn’t long before she answered the phone eagerly, giving him a sweet little “Hello?”

He smirked to himself, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek as he lounged back against the headboard of his bed, the cord of the phone stretching over as he lazily stroked a finger up and down the outline of his clothed dick. “Hey babygirl” he said down the phone, turning that charm up to 11 as he heard Claire from Chem Class giggle and say his name down the phone breathily, clearly trying to be sexy. “What are you up to, gorgeous? You wanna come over? I’ve missed you”

It's not long before Claire is at his place, he’s grabbing at her and pulling her close the second she's in through the door, biting his lip at her and sliding his hands up her hips to her waist, pressing her against the wall next to the front door, her hands going to his shoulders and laying there, letting him feel her up as he pleased.

He does notice as she's trying to say hello to him that she’s wearing a nice little blue denim skirt and a white tank top that pushes her tits up nicely, they’re just about as big as yours too and they make him groan at the sight of them, surging forward and sloppily making out with her, all tongue and teeth and spit as she reached down and cupped his bulge. She fucking knew exactly what she was coming here for, the little whore.

The thought makes him stiffen further in his sweats as he moves his hands under her top, cupping at her bare tits, pinching at her stiff nipples a little meanly as she whimpered into his mouth. Fuck, no bra. And suddenly he’s thinking about you again. How you showed Eddie (and him) your tits behind the gym block that day. Completely exposing yourself for any wandering eyes to potentially see.

He fucking practically growled, picking the girl up who he’d basically asked to come over so he could use her like a fleshlight, wrapping her legs around his waist, carrying her upstairs and into his bedroom. He swatted a firm hand down onto her ass and listened to her moan out as he grabbed at it under her skirt, not bothering to close his door behind them. No one was home so it didn’t matter.

He quickly got her to the edge of his bed, stripping her off out of the few pieces of clothes she actually was wearing, tossing her pretty blue lace panties into the corner of his room. Not before he brought them up to his face and inhaled them deeply as she leaned forward and sloppily made out with his neck, flicking his tongue over the small wet patch of her arousal he could see darkening them. She wouldn’t be getting those back, that was safe to say. He’d be adding them to the pile of girls underwear he’d started collecting in the last few months which he’d started doing for… reasons.

God, what he’d give to have a pair of your panties, he doesn’t care what colour they are or if they were sexy or not, he just wanted to have something that had been pressed tightly against your cunt all day, soaked with your sweet wetness, something he could sniff and lick at just like he did a moment ago with Claire Whoever's, something he could wrap around his cock and get himself off with whenever he wanted. Or until it was too covered in his cum and he physically couldn’t use them anymore.

He tossed her onto his bed with a bounce, standing at the side smirking down at her as she looked up at him, licking her lips as her eyes hungrily watched him shuffle his sweats off, his cock springing up against stomach and already leaking a little. It was all because of the thoughts of you he’d been having. And maybe also a little because this Claire girl from chem class was actually pretty hot. He got onto the bed in front of her, spreading her legs and holding them apart for him, studying her shaved wet pussy that was spread open wide for him as he hovered over her.

Steve wasn't fussy about pussy hair or the lack thereof, if there was a hole and a clit for him to bully, he really didn't care about anything else. But yours had a tiny patch of hair, perfectly groomed that sat just above your slit. He wondered what it’d feel like against his tongue if he licked that little patch of hair on your cunt. If he’d be able to taste you from it before he’d even dipped his tongue into you.

He heard her whine a little, grinning down at her like she was his prey, rolling her hips towards him ever so slightly. “Keep your legs open for me just like that babe, yeah?” he said as he slipped a hand between her legs and slid his fingers up and down her already soaked slit, teasing her as he watched her whimper and gasp underneath him, leaning down to kiss and bite at her neck, not particularly caring if he was being too hard or not.

She didn’t say anything anyway, she just moaned out so he assumed she was enjoying it. He quickly remembered she was the type to like being used, maybe a little bit of a pillow princess. He wondered if you’d like that too, if you'd just lay there and let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to you, move you around however he wanted to.

“You gonna suck me off like you did last time, baby? I haven’t forgotten what you can do with that fuckin’ throat of yours” he groaned against her neck, licking over the teeth marks he’d just made in her skin. She nodded her head and placed her hands on his shoulders again, which he swiftly grabbed by each of her wrists and pinned above her head, pulling back to look down at her as he used one big hand to tightly bind her wrists together and push them into the mattress a bit more.

“I asked you a fuckin' question. I expect you to answer me, using your words. Or is that too much for your dumb little brain to handle?” he said through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw a little. Safe to say, Steve definitely liked to be the one in control in the bedroom, he liked overpowering girls, making them bend to his will and obey his every command.

“Y-yes daddy” she whimpered pathetically, and she almost sounded just like how he imagined you would if you said the same thing. He chuckled lowly, his cock twitching at what she’d just called him, leaning down and placing his other hand on her jaw, opening her mouth for him as he licked into it and then spat directly on her tongue, watching as she swallowed before shuffling himself up so he was straddling her chest, still holding her wrists in one hand as he lined up his cock with her mouth.

“Thats what I like to fuckin’ hear, atta girl. Now open wide, don’t keep me fucking waiting." he gritted out, watching as she parted her lips and suddenly thrusting his whole length into her mouth, moaning out as he felt her gag around him at the sudden intrusion, but welcoming him in all the same. He fucked her mouth just like that, closing his eyes and pretending it was your mouth he was fucking into instead, feeling her squirm a little underneath him and listening to all the little whimpers and whines coming from her between chokes and gags. He wasn’t exactly quiet either, moaning and groaning without abandon as he pumped himself harshly into her throat.

"Stay still, slut. I'll just fuck harder if you don't stop, leave your throat all bruised from the inside, that what you want, hm?" She sighed a breath through her nose and whined as he said that, stopping her writhing and just laying there, letting him use her mouth for his own pleasure, spreading her legs wider behind him, exposing her pussy to the cool air of his room. Just like he'd wanted.

He continues on like that for a few minutes, until she slaps her hand back on the pillow a few times to let him know she needs some air, pulling out and moving beside her, taking one of her hands and wrapping it around his cock. He moved it up and down, silently instructing her to stroke him, his hand slipping between her legs again and immediately finding her clit, rubbing harsh circles into it for a moment before sliding his fingers down to her entrance and pushing two of his fingers inside her, hearing her moan out his name, not really close to how he’d imagined you would but it would do.

He latched his mouth onto the nipple closest to him and sucked at the peaked bud, licking and slurping at it harshly. He pumped his fingers in and out of her fast and hard, feeling her pussy clench and flutter around his digits, groaning as he made her cum on his fingers after a few short minutes, listening to her moan loudly, calling her a dirty whore and asking her if she liked being used like this, to which she just whimpered and nodded, fucked out and drooling all over herself already.

Steve was too fucking good sometimes. He could have girls squirting with minimal effort sometimes, and yeah maybe he was a little cocky about it. Even if Steve really was only after his own release, he still made sure they had a good time. Good enough they'd come back begging for more and he could have a healthy collection of all kinds of girls he could take his pick from whenever he fancied it.

Soon after, he’s moving between her legs, grabbing both of her calves and pushing her legs right back, her knees almost touching her shoulders. “Think you’re ready for me now, baby. You want daddy’s cock filling you up nice and deep?” he moaned a little, reaching down to position himself at her entrance, not giving her a chance to respond before he was thrusting inside of her and bottoming out immediately.

He didn’t like to waste time with these girls, which is why he immediately got to thrusting inside her, leaning back on his heels as he held her legs up in the air, open wide for him. He listened as she cried out at the stretch of him, grabbing the pillow behind her tightly and screwing her face up as her mouth hung wide open, her tits bouncing obscenely as his balls slapped against her ass with each pump of his hips.

He imagined it was your gorgeous face. Your pretty round tits. You laying on your back underneath him, spread wide for him as he fucked into you faster and harder, groaning and cursing as he watched you lose your fucking mind beneath him, moaning louder and louder with each thrust. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in it, lost in the feeling of the girls tight cunt swallowing him up, lost in the fantasy of fucking you behind Eddie’s back.

He just had to break you down a little first, get you to the point you couldn’t resist and would just have to fuck him. He saw how you looked at him, how you licked those lips at him and your gaze stayed on him the whole time your boyfriend was railing you against the wall. Through his thoughts, he distantly heard a voice moan something about how his dick was so big and how she was gonna cum again.

“I know baby, I know, s’so big isn’t it? You’re so fucking tight jesus f-FUCK, you like being fucked like this? Like being used and being my little stupid cockwhore y/n? Bet you fucking do, such a slut fucking me while you're with Eddie” he moaned out loudly, not even realising what he was fucking saying. Suddenly the girl beneath him went quiet, but he continued on, still rutting into her, eyes closed tightly as he moaned at the thought of what you’d say back to him, imagining all sorts of filth coming out of your mouth.

“What did you just fucking say?” That wasn’t your voice.

Shit. He looked down at the girl beneath him who was giving him daggers, still fucking her but slowing down a little as he gave her a confused look, shaking his head and panting. “What? Do you not like being called a slut or something? I thought you liked it last time” He honestly couldn’t remember if she did or not, but he started to realise what he’d just said and was trying to cover his own ass.

“No, not that you fucking- get off me!” she said, sitting up and slapping at his chest, shuffling back from him as his cock slid out of her and he sat back on his heels, holding his hands out in front of himself and shaking his head again.

“What are you talking about then?”

“Who’s name did you just fucking say?”

“Yours?”

“You absolutely did not fucking say my name! You said Eddie Munsons girlfriend's name!” she barked at him, looking at him as her face screwed up angrily, her eyes narrowing in on him. “Were you just thinking about her while you were fucking me?!”

“What? I didn’t say her name! You’re fucking hearing shit, you’re that fucked out your making shit up in your head, come on babe, stop being fucking stupid and I can make you cum again and give you a nice big load of my mine” he tutted, sighing out loudly as he tried to reach forward for her, but she slapped his hands away, getting up off the bed as she looked around for her clothes. He watched her as she did so, seeing the glisten of her arousal leak down her thighs a little that he wanted to lick up with his tongue. Shit. He’d fucked up. But he only cared because his dick was painfully hard at this point and he really needed to cum. He reached down and began tugging at himself lazily, watching as she started putting her top on.

“Yes you fucking did. Stop jerking off, jesus christ. I thought you actually liked me, I thought that's why you’d called me and asked me to come over again!” she yelled at him, her expression a little hurt but mostly still angry as she hurriedly shimmied her skirt up her legs to her hips, toeing on her sneakers.

Steve was done with this shit. He fucking hated when girls assumed that they meant more to him than a quick dirty lay. He scoffed a laugh at her, shaking his head as he leaned back on his bed on an elbow, still jerking himself as he smirked at her and moaned out a little.

“Baby, you’re really gonna try that? You knew I was just calling you for a fuck, I already told you before I didn’t want anything serious with you” he chuckled, stroking the remnants of her slick over the head of his cock as he grinned at her, all teeth and sharklike. “Besides, what if I did say her name, hm? Can’t blame me, she’s a real fucking pretty girl. Got a pretty cunt too”

“Yeah, like you’d know, Eddie'd fucking kill you if you went near her so I know you haven't." Steve just shrugged and smirked at her, continuing to jerk at himself as he watched her roll her eyes and scoff at him. Oh if only she fucking knew. "Don’t fucking call me again, Steve. Lose my fucking number in that stupid little phone book of yours!” she yelled out, he could see tears pooling in the corners of her eyes as she stormed out of his room and down the stairs, hearing the front door slam shut as Claire From Chem Class left.

He knew he should feel bad, he’d clearly hurt her feelings. But he really didn’t. He’d literally just wanted to fuck her, dump his cum inside her or over her tits or something and then kick her out anyway.

He shrugged to himself, getting up and going over to the panties that she’d not even bothered to look for, taking them in his hand as he lay back against his headboard, wrapping them tightly around his cock and biting his lip, bucking up into his fist as he continued his fantasies about you, openly moaning your name and other disgusting things, rather than just thinking them, now that he was alone.

“Mmm.. you wouldn’t storm out if I said another girls name, would you baby? No, you wouldn’t, you'd be too fucking cockdrunk and gone for me.. Too fucked out with me licking your cunt, making you cum as many times as I could before splitting you open with my dick, you'd take it all baby, wouldn't you?.."

"I need to fuck you so bad, I don’t care if you have a boyfriend or if he knows or not, I need to be inside that fuckin’ dripping hole, need to feel it for myself.."

"Maybe you'd let me in your ass too, oh god, bet s'just as perfect as your pussy, you gonna show that to me too honey? Come on, spread those cheeks for me and lemme see, oh fuck.."

It wasn’t soon after that he was spilling out into the blue lace snug around his length and his hand, moaning out your name loudly. And it wasn’t the first time tonight he’d cum thinking about you. He had to throw those panties out with how many times he’d jizzed all over them while he thought about you and fucking every hole of yours available to him.

The next day at school, people were definitely talking. And Steve wasn’t sure why. He watched a few people whisper and look at him before quickly averting their gaze when he made eye contact. What the hell? He looked at them all confused, watching as a couple people walked by him and held their heads down, giggling as they did so. He sighed to himself, thinking that Carol was spreading more shit around the school about him.

He’d fucked her a few times behind Tommy H’s back, she’d said she was gonna leave Tommy for him because she loved him, Steve laughed at her and told her not to bother. She obviously didn’t take that too well and ended up making up some.. quite honestly entertaining and colourful rumours about Steve and the kind of things he was into. He’d set everyone straight when he revealed the real reason she’d been talking shit, Carol trying to deny that anything happened between her and Steve, but it was written all over her face.

Tommy dumped her on the spot and she chased after him, begging and crying for him to forgive her, saying that it didn’t mean anything, which is clearly not what she’d been saying before.

So he thought nothing of it, thinking she’d started up her hate campaign again because Tommy still wouldn’t take her back. The old rumours were quickly squashed by some other girls confirming that he definitely wasn’t into what she'd said he was and definitely didn’t have a piss kink. Okay, maybe the last one was up for debate a little, since he really did like it when he had girls squirting all over his hands, his cock or his face and he wasn’t sure if that was practically the same thing or not. He’d have to look into it to be totally sure.

He made his way over to his locker, not paying any more mind to the people around him, mentally shrugging it off since he really doesn’t care at the end of the day. He’ll still The King. He was practically untouchable, really. If he could deal with Billy Hargrove literally trying to dethrone him the minute he got here, and it still hadn’t happened? Then nothing could. He opened his locker and began shoving some random shit in there from his bag, picking up a calculus book that he knew he needed for class this afternoon so he wouldn’t need to come back later.

“HARRINGTON!” Eddie barked, turning the corner and immediately finding the exact fucking gross pervert he’d been looking for. He looked fucking livid, clenching his fists by his side as he stormed up to him, his big boots stomping along the linoleum.

Steve turned his head as he heard the angry voice calling his name, freezing on the spot. He wasn’t scared of Eddie, even if he did look a little intimidating and there were rumours about him being a Satan worshipper and a cult leader because of that little D&D club he ran. But the way he was coming towards him, looking a bit unhinged like was ready to kill someone, did give Steve a slight cause for concern. Shit, had you told him? Had he finally found out that you’d been making eyes at Steve behind his back while he jerked off and watched Eddie fuck you?

“Munson, what can I do for you? You look a bit.. pissed off, but that's nothing new really is it?” he laughed a little, shutting over his locker. He was about to turn around when he felt a hand grab at the collar of his shirt, dragging him along and into the empty classroom that was right across the hall from his locker.

Okay, maybe he was a little scared now.

Eddie threw him into the room and Steve stumbled a little, turning around to fix his shirt and brush himself off as he looked at the tall metalhead who was slamming the door shut and locking it, turning to face him again and slowly stepping towards the slightly shorter boy. Steve wasn’t scared at all now, he was just fucking annoyed. “What the fuck Munson?! Who the fuck do you think you’re laying your hands on?” he said, stepping closer to him and poking him in the chest as he did so.

“Whats this I just fucking heard about you fucking Claire Quinn last night, but moaning my girls fucking name while you were doing her?” he spat confidently, his jaw clenching tightly as he finished his sentence.

"Oh that was her name. Claire Quinn." Steve chuckled a little meanly. "Just had her down as Claire from Chem Class"

Eddie was well known to be protective and possessive over you. He didn’t like any guy looking at you for a little too long or in a certain way, always pulling you closer to him and giving them death stares. Sometimes it’d get the better of him though and he’d get physical with these guys depending on what they said or did. He’d punched Gareth once for saying that he thought you looked nice today. He soon apologised to him, realising that Gareth was actually just being nice. He'd smacked a cafeteria tray across Jason Carvers face once when he smiled at you. He didn't apologise to him.

The random guy that one time in The Hideout who grabbed your ass and said that your boyfriend didn’t need to know about it if you went home with him (when said boyfriend was stood right behind him as he said it) even after you'd told him you really weren't interested, deserved the broken nose, the missing tooth and both of you being banned from coming back for a month. It was worth missing a few gigs to Eddie, to know he’d successfully protected what was his. You’d ridden him in the back of his van 5 minutes later too, so he knew it’d turned you on and you liked it.

Steve just looked at him, blinking at him for a second before he burst out laughing, walking over to a desk and leaning back against it, folding his arms over his chest as he shook his head. “So that's what everyones been talking about huh?” he laughed quietly again, shrugging his shoulders and smirking at Eddie. “And what if I did?”

“Don’t fucking play with me, Steve. I really do not give a fuck who you are around here, I will knock your fucking teeth out if you even think about my girl again” he stepped right up to him, pointing a finger in his smarmy fucking face. Usually people would retreat by now, as soon as Eddie bared his teeth to them.

But Steve wasn’t. He continued smirking at him, keeping eye contact and Eddie was a little intimidated himself. After all Steve Harrington was the most popular guy in school and Eddie was literally fucking getting all up in his personal space right now. He could have Eddie’s life ruined in a simple trip to see Chief Hopper and a few mentions of the illicit substances that Eddie was well known around school to be in possession of at almost all times.

“You know you won’t” Steve grinned at him, licking across his teeth a little. “Come on, what's so bad about me thinking about your girl? I mean… I’ve already seen you two fucking behind the gym block”

The colour drained from Eddie’s face. Looking at him with wide eyes, blinking as he processed exactly what he’d just said. Fuck. Was he lying? No, he can't be. No one knew you had both been there or what you'd done. How much exactly had he seen? He scoffed, shaking his head and throwing his hands up in the air as he turned his back to him, slowly stepping away as he tried to think of what to do here.

He was even more annoyed now, especially since he knows for a fact that Steve had seen you in one of your most intimate moments with Eddie. But he also knew if he did to him what he did to that dude from The Hideout, he’d be immediately expelled and he would never graduate. He really needed that fucking diploma this year, he’d already had a do over. He absolutely couldn't do another.

Steve knew he had too much on the line to try anything, at least in school. But they didn’t really cross paths outside. Not really even at parties, since he usually made some girl get his weed for him, thinking he’d be able to get a discount if he did so. And just purely because he knew he could get certain girls to do anything for him and it amused him. “I mean, your girl totally enjoyed it. Shoulda seen the way she was looking at me, licking her lips and shit while I jerked off, she came quite a lot didn’t she? She ever squirted like that with you before? Nice puddle left behind, I'd have got on my knees and fucking drank it from her cunt if I coulda” he laughed, deciding he wanted to poke the bear a little

That was it. Eddie's vision went completely red, he was suddenly like a bull and Steve was the matador.

He turned around and charged towards him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and slamming his back up against the nearest wall, punching him quickly and getting right into his face, almost touching as Steve laughs in his face with his eyes screwed shut, his nose aching from the ring clad fist that just smacked into it. “Don’t you fucking dare say that shit about her. She’d never do that shit. I fucking know my girl and she’s not fucking like that” he growled at him through gritted teeth, watching as Steve lifted a finger up, swiping the tiny amount of blood dripping from his nostril now and continued laughing in his face.

“I’m serious, ask her. She sat there and watched me and she didn’t say shit to you the whole time, she was fucking loving it to making all those noises for both of us” he said, still chuckling a little as he saw Eddie rear up to punch him again. Okay, time to try and deescalate a bit, he was really pushing his buttons and maybe going a little too far here. “Ask her! Just ask her first before you beat my ass, fuck dude" he laughed loudly again, watching as Eddie leaned back a bit, still keeping him pinned to the wall but lowering his other fist. “I know I'm laughing but I'm deadly serious, you need to ask her about it”

Eddie was still raging inside. But as he thought about it, now he was a little angry at you too, not just Steve. Why hadn’t you said anything to him? You had been the one who was so scared about someone catching you that day. So why hadn’t you said a fucking word to him when Steve had inevitably seen you both? He was a tiny bit hurt too, that you willingly let someone watch you both having sex. Especially Steve Harrington, one of the most attractive guys in school, probably in Hawkins actually. Even Eddie thought so, despite the fact he’d absolutely never admit to it.

He stepped back a bit more, letting go of Steve's shirt as he sighed and rubbed his hand over his face, trying to think of exactly how he was going to ask you about this. Trying to decide how he was going to deal with him, now he didn’t know if he actually had a good reason to be violent like he wanted to be.

“What’s it gonna take for you to leave my girlfriend alone and not look at her or.. Or even think about her anymore?” he asked, rubbing at his stubbly chin and finally looking at the annoyingly handsome brown haired boy who was currently trying to fix himself up a little.

Steve scoffed, shaking his head as he fished out a tissue from his bag. “You’re not gonna fucking like what my honest answer would be to that question, Munson. And I’m not exactly thrilled at the possibility of another knuckle sandwich” he chuckled slightly, finally finding a hanky and wiping his nose with it, shoving it back in his bag and ruffling his hand through his hair.

“Just fucking say it, I really don’t fucking care, you’ve already said enough” Eddie sighed a little defeatedly, shaking his head as he turned his gaze to look out the window, crossing his arms over his chest. He was honestly still trying to process what Steve had just told him.

He really couldn’t get over the thought of you just letting someone perv on the two of you and get off to it, encouraging it. And he was also slightly confused about the fact that he thinks he would have found it hot having someone watch, if you had told him at the time. It made his blood boil and his dick twitch all at the same time. This was definitely something he’d have to unpack later on.

Steve studied him as he leaned back on the desk again, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets, crossing his ankles over one another. He thought about it for a second, whether to actually say it or not. He absolutely didn’t need to think about what he wanted to do to you, what it would take. He’d been thinking about that for a whole fucking week now already since he first saw you both. And he’d always fantasised about you anyway, since he’d never even had a chance to get into your panties.

You’d been inseparable from Eddie since pretty much the first week you’d moved to Hawkins, even if you’d only been friends for a few months before you got together. Eddie had made sure of it that no one even got a look in, since he’d fallen in love with you the moment he saw you.

“I wanna fuck her. That's what it'd take. Just once, and then I’ll leave you both alone. If I happen to catch you guys getting it on again, I’ll walk away. It’ll probably make me stop thinking about her too, it’ll be out of my system or something” He fucking wouldn’t stop thinking about you, he never would. You were literally the one thing he couldn’t ever have and that made you even more desirable to him. And Steve wasn’t one to give up without a bit of a fight to get what he wanted. At least if he got to fuck you, he’d be able to dig up the memories while he jerked off or fucked some other girl.

Eddies head snapped round at him as soon as he said he wanted to fuck you, staring at him in complete fucking disbelief. He burst out laughing and shook his head. “Not a fucking chance in hell, Harrington. You can get that idea so fucking far out of your head” he chuckled, staring the boy down as he licked across his teeth and clenched his jaw again. Who the fuck did this asshole think he was? He’d just punched him in the face for saying shit about you, did he seriously think he’d just give you to him, like he was loaning him a guitar or something, and let him rail you?

Steve shrugged, looking down at his shoes as he toed a scuff mark off the side of one of them. “Then at least let me watch again” he said matter of factly, shrugging as he smirked and looked back at Eddie. “One last time, then I swear I won’t bother the lovely couple ever again” he chuckled, rolling his eyes at how ridiculous that sounded.

Eddie stared at him, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he mulled it over. He really fucking didn’t want to let him watch. He didn't want him to see you as you fell apart under Eddie's touch again. But he also kinda really did? Besides, it would be a one off thing. And it’d keep Steve away from you. If you’d really already let him watch before, then he’d already seen everything…

“Okay, fine,” Eddie said quietly, throwing his hands in the air in surrender. “One fucking time. But I swear to god Harrington…” he stalked towards him, pointing a long thick finger at him. Steve wonders if he got close enough if he’d be able to smell you off of his fingers still, from the last time they’d been plunged inside you. “If I even so much as hear a single fucking thing of you saying her name again or talking about her or.. Or.. you even so much as breathing near her.. I’ll do worse than punch you in that big fuckin' nose again"

Steve smirked at him, keeping eye contact as he narrowed his slightly, licking at his lips slowly and not missing the way the tall metalheads eyes linger on them for a second too long. He felt his cock kick up in his jeans at the mere suggestion of seeing you exposed to him again. He’d have to go deal with that before class. He's sure he has a Polaroid or two of Pam in his bag that he stole from her bedroom the last time he fucked her that he could use as quick spank material.

“Deal.” he said, grabbing hold of Eddie's hand and shaking it, startling the long haired boy slightly. “Just let me know where and when, Munson. If that's all and we’re done here..” Steve said, grinning at him as he leaned down and picked up his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder as he patted the metalhead on his own a little patronisingly, making his way over to the door and leaving the room, heading down the hallway to get rid of the now uncomfortable bulge he was packing in his pants.

He had a smug fucking smile on his face the whole way to bathroom, thinking of how he would soon see your perfect body again.

Hopefully you'd love his eyes on you while you're spread out and being made to cum as much as you did last time.

I'd like to thank @elvendria @changemunson and @emsgoodthinkin for their help and encouragement on this chapter. I really REALLY could not have done it without you all, especially Elvendria who had to sit and listen to me have a fucking Menty B over a discord call because of some stuff that's now gonna be in part 3 lmfao.

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