TWO HOLES, ONE DOM

EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI • Steddie x Reader smut • MFM established relationship • Dom!Steve • Soft Dom!Eddie • Sub!Reader • Includes degradation kink, rough sex, shower sex, oral sex, anal sex, pretty much all the sex…oh, and spit.

Eddie closed his arms around you from behind, your back pulled to his chest. You were both naked, on his couch, skin flush against skin. Eddie’s breath spread warm and moist along your neck, dusting your shoulders as he peppered kisses across your skin.

“You feel so soft, honey,” he murmured beside your ear. “So soft ‘n pretty.” His hands massaged your breasts, gently kneading them, your nipples perking to meet his palms. Shifting in Eddie’s lap, you arched your back so your ass was pressed against his stiffening cock.

He lifted you slightly by your hips, adjusting his cock so it was pointing between his legs, and sat you down on top of it. Eddie grunted at the feeling of your weight pushing down on him, his cock throbbing between your legs. “Now go ahead and rub, back ‘n forth, just like we talked about,” Eddie instructed.

You did as you’d been told without hesitation, rubbing your cunt against Eddie’s cock. His length was quickly covered in your slick, the veins along his shaft glistening in the dim light of the room. You watched between your legs, gliding forward and back, whimpering each time Eddie’s tip nudged your clit.

“That’s it baby,” he gently praised, his face nestled in your hair. “Rub it just like that-fuck…” Eddie reached around and slid a hand between your thighs, his fingertips finding your clit. You whimpered softly as he stroked you. Against your back, you could feel the muscles in his stomach tensing, his forehead dipping to rest on your shoulder. Eddie grunted your name and a host of unintelligible words as he came, his semen spurting from between your thighs. You watched his cock twitch and pulse, his release spilling onto the floor at your feet.

The sound of the front door opening caught your attention; you and Eddie both looked up to see Steve entering the room. He immediately stopped in the doorway as soon as he saw what was happening, pausing to take in the show, a sly smile on his face. “Well goddamn,” Steve chuckled to himself. “Looks like I got here just in time.” He noticed the look of blissful exhaustion on Eddie’s face, plus the copious amount of semen on the floor, and revised his statement. “…Or maybe a little late?”

Eddie kissed your shoulder and lifted you off his lap, placing your ass on the couch. “I’m done for, honey,” he conceded, an apologetic (but satisfied) smile on his face. He started for the shower, his softening cock swinging as he crossed the room. “But Harrington’s got ya-.” Eddie patted Steve’s shoulder on the way. “-Don’t ya, big boy?”

Steve licked his lips and smacked Eddie’s bare ass as he stumbled off. “Oh I’ve absolutely got her,” he replied, his eyes on you, then nodded toward the couch you were sitting on; “why don’t you lay back, pretty girl, ‘n get ready for me while I get out of these work clothes?”

You did as you were told, resting your head against one of the pillows at the far end of the couch. Steve sat down his work supplies and began to undress, removing his clothes a little slower than he needed to. He knew how much you loved his body, and had no problem showing off for you.

Your hands slid between your thighs; Steve smiled approvingly. It seemed he wasn’t the only one putting on a show for someone tonight.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, discarding his shirt to the floor. “Now show me how you touch yourself, when me and Eddie aren’t here…”

You spread your legs wider for Steve, using two fingers to part your lips and let him see just how sopping wet humping Eddie’s dick had made you.

Steve exhaled, his smile fading to an expression of arousal. He unbuckled his belt, tugging it from the loops in his pants, and discarded it with his shirt. Steve took a few steps toward you, stepping around Eddie’s semen, till he was standing right in front of the couch. He watched you rubbing circles on your clit, his jaw tensed, focused. The bulge in Steve’s pants was straining to be relieved; the outline of his cock throbbed under the fabric.

Your mouth was watering to taste him. You were so thirsty for cum that you were having a hard time resisting the urge to lick Eddie’s off the ground like a bitch. Steve could sense your desperation, and he wanted to make it worse. Steve grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged your face into his crotch, still clothed, his pants undone but not removed. He rubbed your face against his bulge, your lips instinctively parting and wrapping along the outline of his cock. Steve yanked your face back and slapped you lightly across the cheek, not enough to hurt, but enough to put you in your place. “Did I tell you to put your mouth around it?” he snapped, before tossing you back onto the couch.

Steve climbed astride your body, straddling you. “Spread that pussy open,” he ordered. “Let me see my little hole again.” You did as Steve requested, flinching in surprise as he spat directly between your parted lips. Removing his cock from his pants, Steve didn’t give you a chance to see it; he penetrated you immediately, stuffing you whole in one thrust. You gasped at the shock of being filled so abruptly, and Steve smirked down at you. “Take it like a pro, y’know that?” He grabbed one of your ankles, holding onto it for leverage while he pumped you. “Pussy so good it’s gold…Hell, maybe me ‘n Ed should start renting it out now and then, yeah? What do you think…?”

You loved it when they talked down to you like this, especially Steve. You knew it was all for fun; none of the degradation was meant to scratch below the skin, and it never did. All three of you enjoyed it, regardless of which end of the power exchange you, Steve or Eddie happened to be on. But when Steve made you feel small, cheap, dirty…it was pure magic.

“…In fact-.” Steve ceased his assault on your insides, removing his cock from your pussy and lifting you off the couch by your shoulders. “I don’t think one cock’s gonna be enough for this pussy tonight, is it?” You liked where Steve’s mind was going, following him to the bathroom with a smile on your face. Eddie was rinsing himself in the shower, his long hair wet and flattened against his back. The bathroom was steamy and smelled like Eddie’s shampoo. Steve removed his pants, pulled the shower door back and gently took Eddie by the waist, letting him know the two of you were there without startling him.

Eddie wiped the water from his eyes and smiled at his visitors. “Hey pretties,” he said. “What’s up? Oh-.” Steve’s erection prodded Eddie’s thigh. “-It looks like you are, Stevie,” Eddie finished. “Figured the two of you took care of that on the couch?”

Steve shook his head. “I got the sense that our girl needs more than one cock inside her tonight. Isn’t that right, (y/n)?”

You nodded eagerly, because of course Steve was correct. You were feeling especially greedy tonight, and as usual, Steve knew exactly what you needed.

“Get on your knees,” he told you, pointing at the shower floor. “Suck Eddie’s cock till he’s hard again.” Steve took Eddie’s face between his hands and pulled him close, parting Eddie’s lips with his tongue and burying himself between them. You went to your knees and licked at Eddie’s flaccid cock, tasting the warm drops of water that dripped down his body from the shower head. Closing your lips around Eddie’s shaft, you suckled his cock gently at first, then pressed your face forward, nose against the wiry, moist hair of his bush, swallowing him whole. Eddie groaned between Steve’s lips as they made out; Steve’s erection bobbed over your head as you worked Eddie between your lips.

He was fully erect again in less than two minutes. You rose to your feet and switched places with Steve, making out with Eddie while Steve sucked Eddie’s cock. Eddie’s hands roamed your body, exploring your breasts and groping them with that same gentle intensity he had earlier, making you softly weep cum onto Steve’s shoulders. Steve felt it and left Eddie’s cock, tilting his chin upward and pressing his face inside your cunt. You broke away from Eddie’s lips with a moan, your thighs trembling around Steve’s face. Your fingers laced through Steve’s hair, holding yourself steady while he ate you. Eddie knelt forward to take one of your nipples between his teeth, lightly tugging and sucking the perky bud while continuing to grope and massage your other breast.

You came on Steve’s face, grinding yourself over his nose, which you’d been spoiled for since the first time he’d eaten you out this way, on his knees. Steve’s nose fit your cunt perfectly, his tongue slipping inside you every so often as he rocked his head between your thighs, letting you ride him.

Eddie was so hard by now, his balls were aching for relief, his hole feeling empty and desperate to be filled. He kissed Steve’s shoulder from behind, quietly asking “please?” And the pathetic neediness in his voice stroked Steve’s ego so well, there was no way he could deny Eddie any longer.

Steve walked around Eddie so that Eddie was in between you. Eddie reached around you for your breasts with one hand, while the other slid down your belly to your clit. He lined himself up with your pussy, and gently pressed inside you. Your head tipped back, warm water cascading through your hair as you moaned and bucked on Eddie’s cock, reaching forward and bracing your palms against the shower wall. Steve stood back and watched Eddie fucking you, the way his hands gripped into the soft meat of your hips, listening to the wet smacking sound your body and Eddie’s made as he slammed into your cunt.

Steve planted his feet firmly behind Eddie, and closed his hands over his shoulders. Eddie tilted his head back to taste Steve’s tongue again, all the while never slowing his pace inside you. Steve ran his hand along the muscles in Eddie’s throat, while using his other hand to line his tip with Eddie’s hole.

Using the rhythm that Eddie had established while fucking you, Steve pressed his tip just inside of Eddie, letting him rock back and forth at his own pace, gradually taking Steve all the way. When Steve was fully sheathed inside of Eddie, he relaxed with his arms over his head, letting the warm water run over him while Eddie fucked himself on his dick. The fluid motion of Eddie fucking you was enough for Steve, as Eddie squeezed him like a vice with every thrust he made into you. Listening to the combined whimpers and grunts of Eddie and Steve, you felt yourself getting close again. Eddie was coming apart completely, the fullness of Steve in his ass and the grip of you around his cock sending him spiraling.

Eddie choked back a sob when he came, emptying his second load of the night deep inside your cunt, his hand working rhythmically over your clit as he pulled another orgasm from you. Steve grabbed Eddie by the hips, fingernails digging crescent shapes into the skin at his sides, railing into him till he felt his own climax drawing near. Wrapping an arm around Eddie’s chest, Steve bent him forward till both their faces were angled at the shower floor. Steve ejaculated as deep in Eddie’s ass as he could manage, making sure he reminded both of his holes exactly who they belonged to.

When he finished, Steve gently pulled out of Eddie, and breathlessly fell into both his lover’s arms. The three of you were exhausted, in the best possible way, and so in love with each other that it almost hurt. Steve cupped your face and Eddie’s inside his big, warm palms, and shared a kiss with you…tongues tangling together, searching, exploring…hands coiling in hair, water running between each other’s lips and bodies where they met, with no room between the three of you, not even for air…

More Steve thoughts please

I keep thinking about Steve back in his ‘King Steve’ era, he’s obsessed with you, does everything he can to get your attention. You brush it off though, focusing your attention onto a certain DND playing metal head, that Steve had no issues with until you decided you actually liked Eddie. It was like a shot to Steve’s heart, sending him into a spiral of trying to figure out how to get you to want him, he didn’t even care how desperate he was he just wanted one chance with you.

He never would’ve guessed that Eddie himself would approach him with an offering of sorts, one he couldn’t pass up. One that involved you, so he would be stupid not to go for it. Eddie had started dating you, and together the two of you had multiple talks about Steve, how he drove you both absolutely insane but how you couldn’t help but want him, Steve hadn’t really given much thought to being with a guy before, but when Eddie tells him that he’s a pretty boy and you both want to show him a good time he’s blushing profusely, following Eddie outside, thanking whatever ‘god’ or being for allowing him to have something for once as he climbs into the back of Eddie’s van.

something borrowed, something new (dom!steddie x f!reader drabble) (18+)

in which we learn about the first time steve put a belt in his hands. pre good cop, bad cop, supes early in the dynamic steve is giving heavy daddy dom here.

THIS IS A REPOST, for science. warnings: 18+ minors dni, d/s dynamics (daddy dom energy from steve), spanking (with hands and belt), daddy kink, hard dom energy from eddie, use of rules and regulations, some crying kink (can’t think of the word), mild aftercare.

personally, professionally, i hate this but @rollergirlworld said she liked it so i’m posting it for the steddie girlies. --

“Not in front of Eddie,” you toy with your fingers while you say it. Eddie leans against the frame of the archway leading to the kitchen, crossing his arms so his hands hold his biceps.

“After you were so mean to him? I think he deserves to see you get punished, don’t you?” Steve asks, patting his lap again, “Come on, gotta learn your lesson.”

“Steve…” you whine out, tears starting to pool in your eyes. Your nose burned while the cry built in your throat, “Please, no.”

“Are you embarrassed, baby?” Eddie’s smug smirk deepened the dimples on his cheeks while he spoke, “Don’t want me to see you get a spanking?”

You nod, your face flushed with humiliation. Steve had always admonished you in private when you ‘misbehaved’. His list of regulations stacking up every weekend, making it harder for you to get away with anything unscathed. Steve would help get you dressed before a party, telling you his rules for the night in the mirror — he’d watch your eyes glaze over and your cheeks redden, the soft rock of your hips on the vanity stool.

He cupped your chin from behind you, tilting your head up to look at him, “Do you like when daddy tells you what to do?”

“Mhm,” you responded dumbly, your tongue swelling in your mouth. That burning ache between your legs only getting worse when he pulled you into the bathroom at the party to tell you what a bad girl you were when you got a drink without asking his permission first. Or when you rolled your eyes at him in front of his friends. Little things to get you going, little promises he knew you couldn’t keep. It was just a fun game that you could both turn off at any time.

You huffed at how ridiculous he was being, laying it on thick while trying to pull out of the grasp on your wrist. Steve’s hand found your jaw, turning you to face him, peering down at you, “Do I need to embarrass you in front of everyone here?”

Steve’s eyes would get lust blown at the sound of your whimpering, your quiet, small, ‘Sorry, Stevie. I won’t do it again.’ He’d always take you home after that, barely making it through the front door before your jeans were around your ankles and his mouth was pressed to your neck.

He had only put you over his knee twice before, the first time was only to see if it was something you were both into. It didn’t take long to realize how very much into it you both were. The second was when you had come into Family Video and caught an awful attitude with him in front of Robin while she was ringing out a customer. He was so miffed, that for a split second he thought about hauling you over to the back room.

“Let’s talk about this when I get home later, okay?” he asked sweetly, no one would be wiser, “We can get to the bottom of this bad mood.”

You know what he means and you frown, grabbing the tapes from him roughly before he can bag them for you. You made a big show of shoving the door open to leave, the bell shrilling while it shook only to be over powered by the sound of your car door slamming and your wheels peeling out of the parking lot.

Steve came home quietly. Eddie was at the record store and you had just finished making dinner. He stalked into the kitchen, and while you had calmed down since your Family Video visit, Steve had been fuming about it since.

“Robin was really surprised at your little tantrum earlier,” Steve said, his voice measured, “She didn’t expect you to be such a brat.”

“It wasn’t a tantrum, Steve, don’t be so dramatic,” you snapped back while you placed your serving plates on trivets already set out on the table. He caught your forearm once the ceramic was out of your hands.

“You need to learn to keep your attitude at home when you come to visit me at work,” he glowered, “Think I need to teach you a lesson.”

“Steve, I – um –” your heart hammered in your chest and the feeling of his hand on your arm, the soft tug of him leading you to the couch. You were sputtering and sobbing by the fifth strike against your ass, Steve’s taunts making your cheeks burn more than the skin of your thighs. “Is this what you needed?” he asked, “Needed some of daddy’s attention?”

“Y-yes,” you choked out, your legs kicking and hips shimmying to get away from his assaulting hands. He smoothed his palm over the swell of your backside comfortingly, shushing you. “Almost done, baby,” his voice was soft and apologetic, “Just a few more, okay?”

“C-can we be d-done, now? Please daddy?” you hiccuped and sniffled, looking up and back at him with red rimmed eyes.

“Oh, angel,” he frowned dramatically, sulking his shoulders. He reached out to cup your cheek, “Okay, we can be done.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed out while he pulled your underwear back up, smoothing it over. He knocked your jeans to the floor before pulling you up right onto his lap.

“I know, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you,” he soothed, pressing a kiss to your temple, rubbing big circles onto your back. He rocked you against him for a moment while you cried into his shoulder before nudging himself in to kiss away the tears on your cheeks. Steve didn’t leave any marks.

It would be the last time that was true.

“I’m not asking again,” Steve’s voice was stern, “Do you want me to put you over my knee, myself?” Eddie snickered, making you freeze up and cross your arms over your chest. Your feet felt planted into the carpet of the living room, you made a noise of contempt but it sounded petulant coming out of you.

Steve sighed, “You showing off? Think this is helping your case?”

You shake your head ‘no’, you know you’re pouting, you know this looks ridiculous.

“One…” Steve starts, the authority in his voice building, you shiver at the sound.

“Steve,” you hiss out, “I’m not a six year old.”

“Two…” he continues, “If I get to three, you’ll regret it.”

“Steve!” you stomp your foot in frustration and Eddie’s eyes flash in your direction. You start feeling small – weak – as both of their gazes harden on you.

“Thr–”

“Okay, okay,” you rasp out in a whisper, taking a step towards Steve. His hand reaches out to tug your flannel pajama pants and thin underwear down to your feet. “Step out,” he instructs. You shake your feet out of them kicking them under the coffee table before he guides you over his lap. You whimper immediately at his hand running over the soft, plushness of your ass. His other arm keeps you tight in place over his other leg, the rest of you partially draped over the couch.

“Give her twenty,” Eddie instructs, “Make it hurt.”

Your head shoots up to look at him, eyes like saucers etched with fear.

“The most I’ve ever given her is five, Munson,” Steve explains softly, his hand still massaging you gently.

“Well, that’s probably why she doesn’t listen to you,” Eddie says matter of factly, readjusting his position on the archway frame. You hear the clink of the chains on his jeans as he does it, “Gotta punish that habit out of her.” Steve’s jaw ticked, chest tightening in what he could only describe as acute rage. He reared his hand back, bringing it hard back down onto your backside – a cry hissed out of you as sharp as the crack of his palm against your body.

“Oh, ow,” you breathe out, tears threatening to flow.

“Count it out loud to daddy, princess,” Eddie says, lifting off the wall and coming around to watch from the edge of the coffee table so he can see your face better. “One,” you whine out. Steve’s hand cracks down again and you grit your teeth to keep from crying, his hand runs over the hot skin while you mutter 'two’ loud enough for them to hear it. Three and four start to build a hot, stinging pain. Five and six have tears blurring your vision, you’re one blink away from them plopping onto the couch cushions.

“Six,” you whisper out.

“You stopped at five last time?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded, raining down a particularly hard spank at the line where your ass met your thigh. He hummed at the wail you let out, watching as your nails clutched into the fabric of the furniture under you.

“S-seven,” you sniffled, still not fully crying. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing what they were doing was working. Especially with how much fun they’re having before you’ve even shed a tear.

“Looks like she can take these just fine,” Eddie cocks his head, “Want me to show you how she can really learn?”

Steve looked up at him, “What do you mean?”

Steve was still new to this, but he knew Eddie had been around the way a few times. He’d had all kinds of sex – met a lot of fringe types at The Hideout, some interesting people at the record store. When they first started living together, he’d hear the noises the girls would make in his room. The snaps of what he thought were a whip, the pathetic and whiny 'Yes, master!’ of whatever fishnet clad bimbo Eddie would bring home.

Ed reached for his belt, taking the loose end and sliding it out of the loops, savoring the sound of the metal tinkling as he undid it. He wrapped the leather around his fist expertly, folding the length of the belt until it was long enough to get a nice snap.

“You hold it like this, okay?” Eddie said, showing it to Steve from all sides, “There are other ways too, but from this position, this’ll be enough slack.”

Steve takes the belt from him, matching the way Eddie wrapped it around his hand. He smiled at the feeling of it, strong and unforgiving despite how worn out the leather was. He readjusts his grip on you with his other hand, skating his fingers over your back. You look back at him, your face and body relaxing after a break in the beating.

“Is it okay if I use this to finish?” he asks, you look at the belt in his hand. The veins in his forearms have popped slightly, his hands look strong in the leather, as mouth watering as the watch on his wrist. You nod while you make eye contact with him but he gives you a little nudge with the heel of his hand.

“Is it okay?” he asks again. “Yes, daddy,” you reply, “It’s okay.”

“C'mon Stevie,” Eddie smirks, “Make her pay.”

Steve rears back, bringing the leather down hard on your thighs and the snap of it makes him grin. He feels you jolt on his legs, a high pitched whine pooling out of you like a tea kettle ready to burst.

“Ooh, poor baby,” Steve cooed, “Should’ve behaved, huh?”

He struck down two more times, small welts raising in your skin — color blooming. You couldn’t hold back your tears anymore, the biting sting of the belt becoming too much to bear. You hid your face in your arms to muffles your yelps and whimpers.

“Don’t hear you counting, sweet thing,” Eddie mocked, his giggle stained dark and cold.

“T-ten,” you whine into the cushions. Steve grunts, his erection pressing against your hip while you squirm over him. The belt meets your ass again in quick, biting, succession, you can feel Steve and Eddie’s stares over you.

“Please no more, daddy,” you mumble into your arms.

“What was that?” Steve asked, “Can’t hear you with that pretty face covered.”

You lifted your face off the cushions, puffy and streaked with mascara, “P-please no more, I learned my lesson.”

Steve’s gaze softens at your pained face, teary eyes and swollen lips, “You sure?”

“Yes, daddy. I learned my lesson,” you nodded slowly, turning your face to Eddie, “I learned my lesson, I’m s-sorry.”

Eddie puts his hands on his hips, pondering you, “Normally I don’t let my girls off so easy.”

He walks around the coffee table and squats at the couch so he’s eye level with you. You feel his ring hand come up to push your hair out of your face, smearing the tears on your cheeks away while he does.

“But I think I can make an exception for a sweet thing like you,” he says, his smile is sweeter this time, “I think you’ve just had a long day, you didn’t mean it.”

Eddie moves his attention to Steve who was reluctantly putting the belt down next to him, “You know the best part, Stevie?”

Steve gives him a look with raised eyebrows while Eddie reaches over, taking Steve’s hand and guiding it between your legs, “Girls like her love this.”

You shiver when Steve’s fingers brush your inner thigh, legs opening for him just a bit – the action was involuntary, your body begging to let him in. His reaches further, already feeling a stickiness between your upper thighs – he chuckles. His fingertips dip further up, catching the wetness pooling at your entrance, your folds letting out a soft wet click when he parts your legs further.

“Oh, look at you, princess,” Steve’s voice loses his anger, falling into teasing, “You like getting put in your place?”

You nod, still sniffling while your breath catches. You feel Steve’s first two fingers push into you, the sound of his fingers squelching inside of you making you feel dirty.

“You like it?” Eddie asks, watching you start to pant as Steve quickens his movements to a steady pace.

“Yes, sir,” you gasp out, “I love – I love it.”

Eddie laughs, “Oh Stevie, she loves it!” “Yeah, I can tell,” Steve mutters, feeling your walls tighten around him. Your plush thighs start to close down around his wrist.

“I’m gonna – I’m –” you can barely form a sentence with the pleasure building up in your stomach. “Hold it,” Steve barks, pulling his hand out quickly from your legs – bringing all five fingers, some still soaked in your spend, to come down on your still burning ass.

“Let’s bring this upstairs,” he says, tapping your thighs softly to get you to stand up, “You can get on your knees and show us how sorry you are.” You gingerly get to your feet, Steve following suit so he can steady you. He wraps an arm around your neck to pull you in for a kiss, deep and slow, pulling away to rest his forehead on yours, “You okay? You wanna stop?”

You smile at him, stifiling a giggle at his desperate attempt to be discreet in his sweetness in front of Eddie, “I’m okay, I promise. We can keep going.”

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” he asks, his amber eyes warm while they meet yours. “Oh, stop,” you blush, pressing a kiss to his lips as a thank you.

“Alright, kids. We can kiss and make up later,” Eddie’s bored voice rings in the living room while he heads to the staircase, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Relax, Munson,” Steve bites over his shoulder, letting his arm drop from around your neck to your waist. He lets you get in front of him as you climb the stairs, inspecting the welts and handprints he left behind. The back of his neck got hot at the thought of you being bruised up the next day, something left behind to remind you who was in charge.

Eddie was already sat at the edge of Steve’s bed when you got into the bedroom, waiting.

“You heard Steve, baby,” he said gently, beckoning you over, “Come show me how sorry you are.”

With a little encouragement from Steve in the form of a tap on your butt, you took the handful of steps it was to get in front of Eddie. He eyed you the entire time you got to your knees between his legs, the carpet scratching at your skin.

The mattress dipped when Steve sat next to him, undoing his jeans while Eddie stroked your hair.

Oh. It was gonna be a long night.

You have a new habit: jump rope

Downside it makes the boys constantly ogle at you

I actually can't jump rope!! But it's fun!

Steve and Eddie were lost in a trance. They had came to visit you at your house while they were hanging out. When Steve pulled up in his car, they had seen you outside in the backyard. They made their way out to you and smiled at them with a little wave. They waved back .

"Dude! I don't think she's wearing a bra!" Eddie whispered into Steve's ear as Steve stood there getting a hard on as he watched you bend over and looked at how your shorts were riding up.

"So?" Steve arched an eyebrow as you stood back up straight and grabbed the jump rope. They watched carefully as you snapped the rope before starting to jump it. You were terrible at it at first. You even tripped and fell down.

"Oh baby! It's okay!" They rushed over to you and helped you up.

"I'm okay!" You smiled and laughed as they both dusted you off. Both of them stepped back so you could try it again and now that they were face to face with you, they got a better view .

Your tits bounced freely up and down. Eddie's eyes followed with every bounce. Steve was no better at how he watched you. You were focused on not tripping that you didn't even pay attention to the fact that They were both palming their cocks in their pants.

"We need to exercise more." Steve mumbled as you jumped harder making your boobs fall out of your tank top. You giggled.

"Oops!" Another giggle left your lips as you adjusted your shirt making both men groan because when you actually did look, it was as if they had came in their pants .

Day Seventeen: Steddie x Y/n

“So pretty like this baby.” Steve whispers into your ear. His voice is smooth like butter and his hands are the same as they take up your frame.

Sitter in Steve Lapp Eddie between your wide open legs. He takes advantage of your open stance. “So fuckin, wet for us.” Eddie’s rough and deep voice gets you going almost every time he speaks. Rough voice paired with calloused hands that keep rubbing up and down your inner thighs.

Top discarded long ago as Steve plays with your budding nipples. Bare for the both of them to play with. Eddie kisses up your inner thighs. Scratchy bread on both your thighs and your neck.

You are the ultimate play thing.

The touch from the both of them is intoxicating. Your moans and groans don’t fall on deaf ears instead the pair encourage you to be vocal even on the couch in Steve’s living room.

“Come doll face I know you’ve got more than just those pitiful moans.” Eddie teases you. Kisses on your shoulder blade and soft grazes of fingers on your breasts cause you to cry out for more.

“There she is, always such a shy girl until she’s being touched.” Eddie teases more. Steve breath causing ripples of shivers down your spine as he whispers soft and encouraging things into your ears.

Such a contrast you think to yourself. As your moans become wanton due to the subtle touches that keep happening all over your strained and tense body.

“We haven’t even touched you yet baby.” Steve says sweetly into your ear. The feeling of wet kitten licks on your clit make your scream. Screams that bounce off the walls. Screams that cause police to be called because people think that someone being murdered at the Harrington household.

Steve and Eddie love those wanton moans, those screams that make you not even realize that you’ve reached your climax. Climbed over the hill of high.

All while you’re on cloud nine. Steve and Eddie sit there watching as their play thing, that they’ve barely touched cums hard. Hard erections pressing into the material of their jeans and sweats. It’s hard not to ignore, but tonight was about you.

They own you. Mind, body and soul. They’re little slut of a plaything.

Completed on: 07/21/23

Posted on: 10/17/23

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Mousetrap

Author’s Note:  So, if you’re a thirsty hoe like me, you follow @poppy-metal and if you follow them then you may have seen this ask Poppy-Metal Anonymous Ask ... that anon post gave me all the inspiration for this story.  I hope I did the ask justice!  

I could not stop and when I tell you that it flew from my fingertips!  So, please enjoy this smutty Halloween centered one shot!

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Pairing:  Plus Size Reader x Eddie & Steve

Summary:  At Steve’s Halloween Party you find yourself in a sticky situation.  Eddie & Steve help themselves.

Warnings:  This is DUB-CON, multiple partners, SMUT - Consider yourself warned!!

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Mousetrap - A Hawkins Halloween Sexy Story

"Hey!  Don't leave that there!  People will be here soon and I want the place to look presentable."

Sighing grumpily you huffed at your overbearing friend, "Stevie, it's behind the couch.  Do I really need to worry about it?  It's a bottle cap, not a pile of garbage!"

Setting out a bowl of pretzels with a thump, Steve looked at you with frustration in his eyes, "Come on.  It's the- the principle of the thing.  It's about respect, ya know?"

"Yea, Bunny, show Stevie some respect!"  Eddie came sauntering into the room, Hawkins police officer costume recreated perfectly, at exactly the wrong moment.

Your hand found your hip as your eyes narrowed his way, "I'm a mouse, actually.  See-" pointing to the headband you wore, "-round, cute ears and adorable whiskers.  And I do respect our host, Officer Munson.  I just-"

"Don't wanna pick up after yourself?"  Countering your comment, Steve finished your sentence before plopping his cowboy hat on his head.  His Halloween look was completed with a leather vest, holster holding a bright orange squirt gun, and a pair of pointy toed boots that clopped with every step he took.    

Knowing you were beaten by the dynamic duo of Cop and Cowboy, you shrugged, resigning yourself to do their bidding, "Fine.  Fine!  Let me find the damn thing so you'll both stop busting my balls."

"Gotta have 'em first, sweets."  Eddie teased, tossing a pilfered pretzel into the air and catching it in his open mouth.

"Ha.  Ha.  Don't you have something else to do?  Help Sheriff Steve with streamers or, or tap a keg?"

Eddie crossed the carpet in a few long strides, looking every inch a domineering man of the law, his silver cuffs clinking.  When he was at your side he peered over the arm of the couch, "Later.  First, I wanna see you clean up your mess, since I’m the law in these here parts!"

"Yes!  Make sure she does, Eddie!"  Steve practically hollered down the hallway, a stack of records balanced precariously in his hands, party preparations almost complete.

Shaking your head, you snark in Eddie’s direction, "I don't need a babysitter, ya know."

"Coulda fooled me."  Was the only answer you received from the law man.

Rolling your eyes, you size up the Davenport, planning a course of action.  It’s close to the corner, but you are confident that you can reach the small lid without having to move anything.  Inhaling, you divert your attention to the task at hand and climb onto the sofa, balancing on your knees.  Leaning over the back of the couch you scan the overly patterned rug for the elusive bottle cap which started this whole debacle, "Damn!"

"What's the matter, Miss Mouse?"

Eddie’s tone is light, playful, but it manages to frustrate you further.  Gruffly, you grumble, "I can't find it!"

"Maybe you just gotta look harder?"  Was this his idea of helping?  Biting your tongue, you stretched your arm out, not quite touching the floor, wiggling into the frame of the couch in order to gain a few inches.  It doesn’t work, but you’re getting closer, so you shift, laying your tummy over the back cushion, your ass sticking into the air.  You know you're in trouble when a cool draft tickles the back of your thighs.  For your mouse costume you'd worn a short polka dot skirt with a little belted tail and underneath it all a pair of lacy underpants, ya know, just in case someone saw them.  

Now someone has.  Eddie wasn't trying to peek, honest and truly.  It's just that when you tilted your hips up your barely there skirt bunched around your waist and before he knew what was happening, Eddie was staring at the plump outline of your pussy lips through a filmy layer of white lace.  

The connection in his brain short circuited but the one between his heart and his dick was working overtime.  Instantly hard in the dark jeans he'd worn, Eddie was so distracted that he didn't hear you ask for help the first time.

"Eds?  You still there?  Can you help?"

Shaken out of his stupor, Eddie mumbled a quick apology, crowding as close to your bottom as he dared, "Yea, what do you need?"

"Longer arms!  Can you hold me so I can reach a little farther?"

Did you know what you were asking?  Eddie had his doubts, but if it gave him the chance to touch you, your soft skin, then, fuck it.  He was all in.

"Ok, like this?"  Circling your thick waist, Eddie pressed you down just a bit, in what he hoped was a stabilizing move.  Below him you bucked, the curve of your ass bumping his pelvis, as you struggled for a few more inches.

Hair in your face, blood rushing to your head, you groaned, "Not enough.  Maybe-"  And you were cut off by the feeling of long, clever fingers on the velvet of your calves, lifting you slightly.  It was enough and you frantically dragged your hands along the bottom of the couch in search of your trash which so offended Steve.

What you couldn’t see was the blown out look of lust in Eddie’s face.  His pupils had taken over, turning his stare dark.  Licking over his bottom lip, biting into it, Eddie struggled to combat the urge to do something drastic.  Something unasked for but often hinted at, something so wrong and so right.

He ghosted his palms higher, higher, higher, until he could feel the damp heat of your center.  Were his eyes playing tricks or was that a wet spot in the gusset of your panties?  Adjusting his grip, rings biting into the ample flesh of your legs, Eddie let his thumbs pull your cheeks apart, the view of your panty clad quim making him hum.

You had felt all this touching with a detached air, after all, you were on a mission which required concentration.  But the longer you stayed bent over Steve’s sofa, sweat beading on your forehead, feet kicking in the air, breathing limited by your awkward position, realization began to dawn.  Gliding against the fabric back of the couch you struggled for purchase, hoping to push back to standing, but were stalled by Eddie’s warmth behind you, "I got ya, baby.  No need to worry."

Swinging your head up, you were desperate to see Eddie, desperate to cover your flashing bottom, only you couldn’t get enough leverage in the tight space between the wall and the sofa, "Um, Eds, can- can you help me?"

"Huh?"  It was like he was in a fog, unable to process what you asked, his mind filled only with the sight in front of him.  You, open and vulnerable and dripping.

Eddie couldn’t say when he'd popped open the rivet of his jeans, he just knew that his cock was heavy and hot in his hand, precum pooling enough to ease his stroking.  Was it his fault that your dainty drawers were so intoxicating?  Idly flicking at the ruffles, Eddie's finger traced the elastic for a beat before slipping under the flimsy barrier protecting your sex.

Again you rocked your hips, the touch electric and also shocking.  Eddie was your friend.  Your hot, rock star, nerd friend.  Not a friend with benefits, not a boyfriend.  A friend.

And sure, you'd thought about him in a non-friendly way.  How well he filled out his leather jacket, cigarette smoldering between his lips as his caramel eyes filled with laughter was the essence of sexy cool, in your opinion.  Or, when he thought no one was looking and Eddie doted on you with kind words, little prizes, and tiny touches.  It was difficult to separate your fiction from reality in those moments, but you managed somehow. 

Now, entirely at his mercy, you wiggled in fear and anticipation.  He wouldn't take advantage of you, not like this, right?  Not with Steve in the house, surely?

The couch dipped.  Eddie’s boot clad foot nudged yours further apart as he pushed your panties to the side.  His fingers dipped into your core, a shallow intrusion, only to pull away glistening with your slick, talking to himself, "So wet.  You're so wet, babe." 

"Eddie!"  It squeaks out of you, lacking the authority and autonomy that you need to break through his clouded judgment. 

"Hmm, Imma help you, don't worry."  His voice sounds mindless and you huff as you try once more to scramble into a safe position but only succeed in grinding into the unrelenting hardness of Eddie’s ready body.

It's useless, a thing you realize when Eddie circles your swollen clit with the tip of his fingers.  Muscles in your stomach quake, the feeling too much and not enough in equal measure.  When he presses those same digits straight into your narrow channel, the air leaves your lungs in a rush, fresh arousal slicking your walls.

"Oh, honey.  You're so tight.  I knew you would be.  I knew it."  His free hand squeezes the globe your ass, flesh bulging under his palm, as you bloom around his thrusting fingers.  With a guilty clench you feel the start of an orgasm, hot and quick, flaring through you.  Before you can let go, Eddie pulls free with a groan, and you regret the loss, fidgeting under his hand craving more.

The empty feeling doesn't last long because the round fullness of Eddie’s mushroom tip parts your lower lips earning him a high pitched squeal from your rounded mouth.  The stretch is sinful.  Part pain, part pleasure, and you're torn.  Should you fight or submit?

There never really was a choice.  Not for Eddie.  Not for you.

In a breath he's buried deep inside of you, pelvis flush with yours.  A hand along your spine steadies you against the plush sofa pillows as Eddie angles up with every forward roll of his hips.  Without a place to push up on, a hand hold to grab, you can do little more than lie there and take it, jolting on Eddie’s intrusion in squeaks and starts.

Each rough forward press from Eddie drives you painfully into the Harrington’s couch, your hip bones bruising, the fancy textured fabric burning your skin.  He doesn't care about that.  He can't.  Not when you're clinging to him, your internal muscles molding around him, the sound of slick skin filling the room as he moans your name repeatedly.

And that's what draws Steve into the living room.  Noises that are familiar and distinct but shouldn't be heard.  Not now when the party is about to start and certainly not in his family living room.

Rounding the corner, Steve’s eyes go wide at the sight of you, bent in half, your ass pressed tightly to Eddie’s hips, your legs pinned to his sides.  Eddie’s ass is out too, his pants and boxes gathered above his knees, but that's not keeping him from fucking you thoroughly.  He watches raptly as Eddie draws all the way out, cock dewy from your desire, angry and pink.  Your cunt quivers, silently asking for more, and Steve grunts as he sees Eddie oblige you with a vicious hammering thrust that knocks the breath out of you.

Your fingernails claw at the couch back, Eddie’s newest assault rubbing your g-spot with each drag of his veiny length, and you can't fight the biological response of your body, "Oh, Eddie!!  Oh, no!"

Fighting it, you try to stop the tension building in your muscles, willing yourself to think about anything but the powerful piston of Eddie’s cock.  But then he’s nudging deeper, burrowing further than anyone has gone before, and your hips are moving without thinking.  Meeting him in wet slaps where your bodies are merged.  Forced against the brocade of the couch, you have just enough friction, just enough pressure, in just the right places that even though you didn’t want it to, a blinding white climax rips through you.

He feels the tightening of your canal, the rhythmic press and release of your velvet vice, and stuttering, shouts, "F- Fuck, yes!", as his spend splashes against your cervix.

Your tongue hangs out of your mouth, your mouse ears are on the floor, and still, you moan wantonly when Eddie slips from between your legs.  There's shuffling behind you and with weakening energy you try again to regain your feet.  That's when you hear Eddie’s chuckle, "Howdy partner!"

Steve’s voice cuts through the dawning quiet, soft but tense, "What the hell?"

"Don't be mad that I had her first!"  Eddie’s almost begging for forgiveness, trying to catch his breath, as you’re immobilized, balanced precariously after being used, cheeks hot from exertion and embarrassment.

"But we talked about this Munson.  There was a plan!"

Eddie sighs, regret in his voice, "I know, I know.  But trust me, Stevie-" his ringed hand pats your butt sweetly, "-she's ready for you now."

You hear a neediness in Steve’s tone that you've never heard before as he answers, "Yea?  Got her to open up for me, Munson?"

"Anything for you, big boy."  Pride, that’s the undercurrent of Eddie’s answer to Steve.  It makes goosebumps rise on your exposed flesh, from worry and wonder.

Now you have to speak, willing strength into your voice, "Steve?  Can you help me?  Eddie?  Please?"

New hands tug your panties down until they're bunched as your knees.  It's Steve, strong and stoic, who spreads your dripping pussy lips, "You gotta help me first, hon.  You help me and I'll help you."

The way he says it makes perfect sense and you feel your head bob uselessly behind the couch as Steve guides his thick erection into your cleft.  If Eddie was long, Stevie has girth, and you feel so full you are positive permanent damage is being done to your insides as he buries himself to the hilt.  

Steve slides a hand under your body, tickling your throbbing clit as he snaps his hips into you over and over and over again.  The backs of your thighs are red from the stinging smack of both boys and the repeated slap of their skin on yours.  You are overwhelmed by the raw need you're feeling; how your body is accepting the base behavior of your most trusted guy friends, how another orgasm is drawing energy to your belly, how you want Steve to cum in you, because of you.

Your open palm connects with the seat back, a dull thump, as your toes curl and your eyes roll.  It’s happening again, the pleasure overbalancing the situation, tipping you into pleasure as you cry, "Steve!  Oh Jesus Christ!  Steve!"

Shivering now, you collapse completely, Steve’s strength holding your hips high enough to keep rocking his cock into you.  Eddie’s watching, his dick back in his hand, the show too sexy to ignore.  He starts talking, running that mouth, "Fuck Stevie, you gonna cum?  Fill her up?  She's gonna be a fucking mess when you do!"

"Yea.  Fuck yea.  Gonna take my load?  Huh?  Answer me, honey."  There’s a quick pop on your bottom and you squeak at the sting.

Meek, mousy, you sniffle, "Yes.  Please Steve, Eddie, please!  Cum inside me.  I, I need it!"

"Shit!"  He hisses as his release hits hard, mingling with Eddie's, the overflow spilling out of you, coating your upper thighs, as Steve finds freedom outside of your folds.  

Quickly he yanks your panties back into place, patting your still fluttering hole through the lace, "Keep these on.  I want you to feel us all night."

Before you can answer him, Steve grabs your shoulder and brings your head up.  It’s too quick and for a long second your head spins now that you're upright again, blood draining from your face.  Your once clever make-up is a mess, your tail is up under your boobs and the skirt you ironed before driving over is wrinkled around your waist.  The desire to hide hits you but you’re pinned in place, in front of the two fellas who took shameless advantage of you, smirking knowingly your direction.  Eddie speaks first, "Aw, poor Miss Mouse lost her ears."

"Bet they're behind the couch, huh, babe?"  Steve nudges you with a wicked grin.  They were fucked off of your head, falling after Eddie’s first push, and there wasn’t anything you could do to stop it from happening.  The memory nearly makes your knees buckle.  Raising seemingly innocent eyes, you agree quietly, "Uh huh, but-"

"But?"  Eddie’s eyebrows are raised, curious about your response, loving the wreck innocence on your face.

"I- I don't think I can reach them.  Not without help."  A hot wave rolls over you at the idea that you’d become trapped once more, open and available to Eddie and Steve.  Just the thought of it happening again makes you squeeze your thighs together, the squelch from your panties unignorable and you see the satisfied look that passes between the pair.  They heard it too.

Even though he sounds sympathetic, Steve’s eyes betray him.  They still hold an unspoken need in their dark hued depths, one that makes you shake under his gaze, nervous and timid.  When he’s standing directly in front of you, Steve pinches your chin, ensuring you can’t look away, “Aw, look at our little mouse.  She’s a mess.  Think she needs to fix her make-up so no one else finds out what a little slut she is for us.  Right, Eds?” “Absolutely.  Lemme grab those ears.”  With no effort, Eddie leans over the creased cushions and extracts your head piece.  He’s standing at your back, reaching over your shoulder to hand your hairband to Steve as if you weren’t sandwiched between both of their hot bodies. Steve edges closer and you take a tentative step back, right into the broad plain of Eddie’s chest.  You’re half afraid that he’ll try to kiss you and terrified that he won’t.  At your waist, Eddie’s hands have found their grip and he stills your movement, making sure that you’re snuggly fitted between him and the former King of Hawkins High.  Meek, you mumble, “Can- can I have my… my uh- my ears?”  And you gulp when Steve doesn’t respond with more than a slight head shake, “-Uh, please?  Can I have them, please?” Making a show of it, Steve draws his wide palms along your sides, cupping your bruised breasts for a moment, before returning your headband to its rightful place, “See, all you had to do was ask, Miss Mouse.”   Eddie’s chin digs into your shoulder, his breathy response an echo in your ear, “She’s a good girl, Stevie.  So good to us.” “Yea, she really is.  And she’s gonna keep her legs and her mouth shut, right?”  He’s nodding and you feel yourself mirroring the bob of Steve’s head, agreeing wordlessly to whatever he’s asking. The doorbell rings, shrilly intruding on this shared moment between the three of you, but Steve isn’t in a rush.  He doesn’t move and neither does Eddie.  If anything, they both take the extra time to touch you in places they shouldn’t; Eddie coasts a hand over your quads, cupping your butt before smacking against the dimpled skin, just enough to sound without stinging.  Steve trails a finger down your nose, brushing a stray tear from your cheek, before laying his hand over your clavicle, dangerously close to your neck. Again the bell trills and Steve shouts, “Just a second!” before pressing his mouth to yours, his tongue sliding seamlessly past your parted lips, snatching the air from your lungs.  Eddie nuzzles into the space below your ear, nibbling there, praising you quietly, “So sweet, baby.  Can’t wait to taste all of you.” Bullied between them, your soft figure is buffeted by their rigid bodies, a whimper of want eaking out of you because of their unceasing attention.  When Steve breaks away, you chase him with open lips, only to hear his rueful chuckle, “Eager, huh?  Don’t worry baby, we’re gonna give you everything you want.”

“And more!”  Eddie adds, spinning you in his arms, his fast kiss knocking any other thoughts from your head.  Off balance, you clutch at the lapels of his taupe sheriff’s shirt, and he smirks against your lips, pleased at your desperation. When the doorbell goes off for a third time, Steve grins at Eddie, “Make sure she gets cleaned up- her face, anyway.  Ok?” but Eddie doesn’t answer, prompting Steve to throw his hands on his hips, “Ok, Munson?” Panting hard, eyes on yours, Eddie concedes, “Yea, yea, Harrington.  On it.” It’s only when you’re in the privacy of the locked bathroom, staring at your red rimmed eyes in the mirror, the darkening marks of Eddie’s teeth on your throat that you realize just how far things have gone.  Using cool water, you swipe at the mascara running over your cheeks, removing the drawn on whiskers that had been so cute an hour ago.  Sniffling a little, you dry your face, willing yourself to calm down before joining the growing group already enjoying Steve’s Halloween bash. Carefully, you use your eyeliner and fix your tiny black nose.  Fluffing your hair, you rearrange the soft gray ears and smile at your reflection.  No one would know.  Well, no one but you, Eddie and Steve.  To everyone else you look like a cute little mouse, round and soft and sweet.  But you can’t shake it, the self-conscious tingling that forces you to look around the room, nervous and jumpy.  Worried that something will be said, or someone will guess at what you were doing before beer was poured and music started pumping. You can’t forget.  Not when Eddie’s eyes are on you all night, wild and hungry.  Not when Steve’s pointedly ignoring you, cold but protective.  You are a mouse.  A little innocent thing.  And you’ve been trapped, just waiting to be eaten.  

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A Lesson in Call and Response

Title: A Lesson in Call and Response

Pairing: Steddie (Steve x Eddie ) x reader / Steve x reader x Eddie

Word count: 2.4k oh damn

Summary: You and Steve have been together forever and when you both end up doing a once over of the dark haired guitarist you consider... maybe you'll just give it a shot and see what shakes out. No spoilers at all!! Basically just PWP!!!!

Warnings: a lot of smut, unprotected sex (its not cool to get STDs so wrap y'all ween), dirty talk, breeding, rough sex, slapping/impact play, oral (male receiving), voyeurism/watching/being watched play, slight dom/sub dynamics, slight overstimulation, implied consent (sorry im shit at the build up before the touching), a teeny piece of aftercare

[A/N]: Oh... oh hi.. well I'm back and i'm still a whore so i can't say much has changed lmao but as per my bestie @o-holynight ((who has stuck w me all this gd time i love u bitch thank u sm 🥺)) who told me this was good and to keep writing and then post this.... 'ere she is! Pls lmk ur thots and i hope u enjoy :) also i do have some older stuff on my masterlist but i am maybe gonna lean back into my roots which was writing primarily smut lmao with a tiny bit of fluff

It starts out mostly soft, stumbling into Eddie's trailer lead by the hand and a smirk while Steve is just absently kissing your neck. The door shuts and Eddie turns and you're enveloped in Steve but facing Eddie who just watches as Steve sucks a dark hickey onto your throat. You exhale and your eyes flutter and close but– 

"Nuh uh sweetheart." Eddie's hand is gripping your jaw to make you look him in the eyes. "Eyes open, m'kay?" He steps a little closer and takes advantage of the timing as Steve's head also tilts up to look at him heatedly over your shoulder. His hands smooth down your sides and you feel your stomach clench as he starts tugging at the button and zipper of your pants. "And what about you Harrington? What do you want out of this?"

Suddenly, Steve is like a deer in headlights until Eddie releases your chin and steps in so close you're literally sandwiched between the two of them, Steve's hands pausing as Eddie presses a heavy kiss onto Steve's lips.

Fuck. You're feeling so much it's almost too much. At the same time, it’s not enough. You can feel Steve hard against your ass and his fingers dancing along the top edge of your underwear, you can feel Eddie pressing into your front and all you want is to wrap your legs around his waist and get some fucking friction when you’re interrupted.

"Wanna watch you fuck her." Steve says suddenly, his voice deep but desperate and you almost don’t even register the 'oh fuck' coming out of your mouth until Eddie grins again. You already have your hands under his denim vest, tugging at the excess fabric of his Hellfire shirt trying to pull him closer when his eyes flick down to you and back up to Steve.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, and just from his voice you know the idea has stuck in his mind.

"Yeah, I-I wanna watch her cum on you. I want you to fuck her," Steve's words get more clear as he talks, more sure as Eddie's borderline sadistic smile grows. Now they're both reaching for articles of clothing to pull off. As if a light goes off in your heads simultaneously, you're all back to pressing as close together as you can get, pulling hair and zippers and holding onto each other for stability.

Eddie starts kissing you urgently, his hands working in tandem with Steve's to drop your jeans and then Eddie's before he's pulling you to sit on top of him on the sofa. Neither of you hesitate to start grinding your hips together, chasing the right position where you can finally feel him pressing up against your panties and he can feel just how warm and ready you are for his cock.

Steve is groaning just as loud as you are while you're kissing down Eddie's neck and chest. And Eddie is watching intently. Steve's chest heaves and he's palming himself through his jeans watching the two of you, making Eddie's stomach lurch, and then his pretty eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings while you're urgently shoving your hands under his shirt trying to kiss every exposed inch of skin.

"Eyes on me, Harrington." Eddie's voice is sharp and commanding, not wanting him to miss a second of the action.

Steve doesn't even think before his eyes snap wide open and just about whines while Eddie laughs. Then he's pulling you back to his face for one more kiss before he's turning you around in his lap to face Steve while he gets ready to take care of you.

You're squirming in his lap already and he lightly slaps your thigh, pulling another whine out of your chest. All three of you moan in unison as he pulls your damp underwear to the side to expose how soaking wet and needy for both of them you are. His eyes flick up to watch Steve as he teases two fingers around your slick, already so sensitive you're squirming and begging but Eddie continues. Whimpers of 'please' and other unintelligent sounds tumble out of your mouth while Eddie lifts either of your knees to the outside of his.

"Whaddya think?" Steve can't even think. "She ready for me, Steve?" Eddie continues with that stupid smirk and Steve is red from under the collar of his shirt to the tips of his ears but he finds himself nodding enthusiastically. Anyone could see the way you're dripping for them, for him, for Eddie.

"Shit...yeah, she's so wet," Steve bites his lip and smiles at Eddie back, "She's begging for it huh?" 

Eddie chuckles darkly and lightly slaps the outside of your pussy, watching you jump against his chest before he's reaching back and pulling his cock out. You whine again, hands reaching back into his hair as he starts stroking it, sliding it against your core while your hips rock forward desperately. Eddie's busy biting and kissing your neck, watching Steve watch the both of you. Watching him fuck his girlfriend and moaning like a whore. 

"Just…take it slow at first," Steve piped up, his eyes locked on where the two of you met. "She gets used to it quick but she needs it slowly first," he adds almost to himself as you feel Eddie slowly sliding home.

"Like this?"

A chorus of moans preludes the sickeningly sweet way you can feel Eddie against your front wall, not even moving just the pressure and weight of him inside– fuck. His hand slides back down your thigh, holding your knee up just right and you can see that look in Steve's eyes as Eddie bucks into you roughly and you can't help but cry out.

"Touch her clit," Steve moaned, back thumping against the opposite wall of Eddie's trailer while his fingers worked nervously on his belt buckle as the pressure in his jeans was becoming too much to ignore. 

Your head drops back against Eddie's shoulder as his fingers come down in another flat slap against your already sensitive clit, hips jerking forward uncontrollably. "Eddie, oh god," you moan reflexively. Finally his fingers slowly explore your wetness while his hips begin pumping in and out of you at a steady pace. 

"Mmm she's so responsive Steve, why didn't you say so?" 

You can't even lift your head to witness the panicked way Steve grips the base of his cock to keep from cumming watching you... and Eddie. Fuck, the way Eddie smirks and his pupils are blown just as wide as yours while he fucked you. And you... you were heaving in deep breaths, your hips twitching and humping back as best you could onto Eddie's lap, your hands tangled in Eddie's hair and grasping at your nipples. Steve had barely touched his dick and he already had to stop himself from losing it just from the way Eddie looked at him, it was pathetic. And Eddie grinned wider. 

"Come 'ere big boy." 

Steve took awkward steps forward, his jeans still bunched around his knees and yet he didn't dare move his hand as Eddie kissed and suckled at your neck and jaw. 

"Come on princess, don't you wanna taste your boyfriend? Don't you wanna make him feel good?" 

Steve groaned aloud as his stomach clenched and his balls tightened. Your head lolled forward in the way you only did when you were completely fucked out and sex driven, your pupils engorged your irises, and without hesitation your hands reached out to pull Steve down to kiss you desperately. He moaned into your mouth, his hand finally releasing himself only to reach down to rub your clit while Eddie fucked you. You whined back into Steve's mouth and he jumped when your dainty fingers wrapped around his member. Neither of you could focus on kissing anymore, just moaning and breathing together, foreheads sweaty as you pleased each other and listened to Eddie's encouragement. 

"Shit, just like that sweetheart- spit on your hand now, that's it... how's it feel, Steve?" 

Steve moaned back, nearly losing his balance and dropping his free hand onto the arm of the sofa, "S-so fucking good, so good to me baby." 

Eddie's free hand started gathering up your hair, wrapping around his fist, lightly tugging and maneuvering your head to test his grip and control. "Why don't you suck Stevie off princess? Give him some relief," Eddie chuckled, gently pushing your head forward and bumping into Steve's abdomen. Your eyes fluttered up for just a second to catch the needy, glassy eyed expression Steve had watching as Eddie begin to fuck him with your mouth. 

"Oh god-" Steve's eyes slammed shut as his hands flew up to the sides of his head, feeling how warm and wet and soft your mouth was, your tongue sliding along the bottom of his cock, taking him all the way down until you gagged. 

"Hold it together, Harrington," Eddie warned, lightly bobbing your head on Steve's cock while he continued to fuck you slowly, "Not just yet." You gagged out another moan on Steve's cock, feeling Eddie start to pull out slowly and slam his hips back into you over and over. 

"Oh fuck," Steve's voice sounded wrecked, a borderline sob as he dropped his arms, trying to stop himself and follow Eddie's order. Steve's eyes opened only briefly to see Eddie's muscled forearm reach out and feel the grip of his hand around his wrist accusingly. "Are you going to cum?"

And with that single question, it was already too late for Steve by the time Eddie's arrogant smirking lips could rasp out the first syllable. 

Steve's free hand tangled with Eddie's in your hair, briefly fucking your face as he came down your throat before pulling away and stumbling back against the trailer wall again. You swallowed diligently and moaned, already close as Eddie pulled your hair to sit you back against him while his hips started pistoning up into you rapidly. 

"Goddammit Steve," Eddie moaned, his eyebrows drawn together. He slapped your clit again roughly, his free hand holding your hips in place so he didn't slip out. "For the record - oh fuck - this wasn't the plan."

"Shit- Eddie, oh fuck I'm gonna cum," you warn, your voice high and your eyes hooded as you glanced over at Steve still watching you. "Fuck, can I cum please please let me cum?" you beg to no one in particular. Eddie can feel you pulsing around him–can feel the mismatched way your hips were meeting his and he knows you're close. 

Steve's eyes jump to Eddie's. They both knew.

Steve could swear to god in that moment, if he hadn't just spent every drop he had down your throat he'd have emptied whatever was left with the single look Eddie gives him. It's dark and menacing and makes Steve's heart pound in a nervous way he hadn't anticipated when he'd brought this up to you. 

And then you're cumming, sobbing with your head pressed back into Eddie's neck and your back arching so hard and muscles clenched so tight he slips out of you as he's filling you with his cum. And Steve can't even begin to describe the broken moan that exits him as he watches Eddie cum all over your swollen cunt and thighs. You clench around nothing and Eddie gives your leg a gentle slap of approval as his still warm cum drips out of you and back onto his cock. 

All three of you are panting and sweaty, eyes darting around at miscellaneous body parts just remembering how to breathe again. Steve finally looks back up at Eddie to see the scowl still on his face as he gently lifts you out of his lap and stands. Steve's back drops against the wall for the third time as Eddie takes an aggressive step towards him, moaning out a yelp when suddenly Eddie's fingers wrap around Steve's semi soft cock.

"So, what? You just decided not to listen? You don't have ears? You're stupid?" He accused, breath fanning over Steve's sweaty forehead while he tried to form a response. 

He could feel the blood draining from his cock, willing it back to his groin but he only felt embarrassed as he grew more sensitive in Eddie's grip, his rings pressing into his shaft.

You watched as Eddie ignored Steve's open mouth, leaning his head into the crook of Steve's neck and sucking a dark mark into the soft skin there as Steve whimpered.

"I have such plans for you, Steve, so many ideas…" Eddie mumbled against his shoulder, lips brushing by his ear as he started to slowly tug Steve's cock, making him let out a choked sob.

He couldn't decide if it was too much yet, lightning bolts from his oversensitive nerves still had his hips chasing the stimulation but with every sense of friction tears brewed in his eyes.

"But you didn't listen, so-" and Steve is crying out as Eddie's free hand pulls his head back by his hair, turning him to show you. And Steve is wrecked–Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with every nervous swallow and moan, chest heaving with Eddie's hand wrapped around his soft cock. "He sounds almost as pretty as you, princess," Eddie remarked, biting at Steve's throat lightly. He let go for just a second to lick a strip up his palm before grasping at his cock again and just the thought had Steve jerking lightly and bringing his hands up to Eddie's shoulders.

"N-no no more, oh god," and suddenly Steve was crying.

You and Eddie both moved at the same time, you sitting up on the sofa, eyebrows scrunched in concern as Eddie helped Steve kneel and then sit on the floor.

"Hey, shit I’m sorry Steve. Hey, its okay, you're okay yeah? You’re alright, next time you can be good for me, huh? Hey, its alright," Eddie immediately began soothing, brushing back Steve's sweaty hair while you knelt and lightly kissed his shoulders and back until he started breathing evenly. Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands and made him look him in the eye, "hey, there's always next time right?" he remarked with a trademark grin, nosing at his jaw until Steve laughed and pushed him off.

"Next time."

please let me know if u want more i need an ego boost after being away so long

Steve Harrington x fem!reader x Eddie Munson [2K]

18+ TW: somnophilia

It was his lips on your bare shoulder that woke you.

An open mouthed kiss and the tickle of his curls on your skin as you shifted, the sheets crumpled under your naked frame as you lay on your stomach. You woke up a little more, blinking into the navy darkness, sleep making your eyes blurry.

The bedroom was a mess, kicked pillows and shoved aside blankets creating grey lumps in the dark, the barely there glow of the street lights that shone through the blinds telling you it was definitely not near morning. Everything still smelled like sex and cologne, a heady mix with your perfume underneath it all and you weren’t sure where your clothes were for the life of you.

It was cosy nonetheless, window just cracked to let some of the summer air inside, a faint breeze that only really added to the warmth. A bubble of still air and bare skin, very touch heightened from how sensitive you’d already been made to feel that night.

You made a soft sound into your pillow, fingers curling into the sheets as someone - Eddie - knelt between your spread legs. He was running a hand across your ass, pushing and squeezing at the plush skin, humming happily when he realised you were stirring. His cock was hard, already nudging at your entrance and you knew from the way you throbbed that he’d been touching you for a while.

“Eddie,” you whined in a pretty, raspy voice that made his cock jump. You were still hoarse from earlier, when you’d cried into your pillow, biting down on the feathers as you were pounded from behind. “S’good.”

The boy leaned in again, soothing you with kisses up and down your spine, his cock sliding in easily as he nudged forward. You whined as he filled you up, your cunt still slick and warm from before. You felt boneless, body laid bare for him to play with but he just growled as you clenched around him, happy to feel your heat.

“Always good for me, sweetheart,” he praised and his voice was as broken as yours. He sounded dirty, grunting every time you pulsed around his cock, his palms grabbing handfuls of your ass to keep you from wriggling away. “Jus’ stay like that, yeah?” He whispered. “Gonna make you feel real nice, baby.”

You nodded, pouting even though he couldn’t see. But you almost cried out into the dark room when you felt the Eddie spread your ass cheeks, a thin line of spit hitting your hole. You could practically sense his grin when you jumped a little at the feel of his thumb, not doing much else but putting pressure on you, getting you wet enough to want more.

You squealed, the noise muffled by your pillow and Eddie snickered, leaning down with his hands on either side of your head. It pushed him deeper into your pussy, your legs spreading on instinct to give him more room. His hips were flush against the swell of your ass when Eddie ducked his head down, nose at your cheek and his voice was downright sinful when he whispered.

“You gonna wake him up, hmm?” A kiss, just below your ear. “You know he loves it when you put on a show for him. Go on, be a good girl, yeah?”

So you reached out, breath already hitching as your hand travelled across the bed, seeking out the warmth beneath the sheets. You found an arm, strong and curled partially under a pillow, a broad back with lean muscles, tanned skin freckled and bed warm. You tugged on the hand that had been used to keep you pinned to the bed early as the owner ate you out, whimpering softly as Eddie started his slow, lazy thrusts again.

“Steve,” you murmured.

Nothing.

“Gotta be a bit louder, sweetheart,” Eddie coaxed. “You know he sleeps like the dead.” He gave your ass a swift tap, grinning at the squeak you made. “Especially when you sucked his cock like you did.”

The reminder made your eyes roll, your lips still puffy and swollen from both of the boy’s kisses and the way you insisted on letting Steve’s cock nudge at the back of your throat for almost too long. So you reached out again, pulling at Steve’s fingers until you could bring them to your lips, already half gone on Eddie’s cock as you let your tongue peel out to touch the tips of them, Steve stirring as you whined his name again.

He appeared from the sheets, legs tangled with them and hair mussed, a pillow crease along on freckled cheek and he blinked at you in the dim light. Steve could just make out Eddie kneeling behind you, leaning back on his ankles as he spread your legs with his hands, keeping your stomach pressed to the bed as he let the head of his cock push in and out of your folds. His eyes found yours, bright and glassy in the glow of the light from the window and realisation hit him at the same time his cock twitched.

“Shit,” he groaned, sleep making his voice thick and rough. He sounded good, so sweet, his movements slow as he shuffled towards you, the smell of his shampoo and aftershave surrounding your sense as he leaned in. “Shit, baby, you guys goin’ again, huh?”

“Couldn’t resist her,” Eddie grunted, the slick sounds of your pussy hugging his cock filling the spaces between his words. “You know what she’s like when she’s sleepin’.”

Steve smiled, sleep warm and still soft, brushing the bridge of his nose against yours as he took his hand from your lips to your jaw. His forehead rested against your own and your eyes fluttered shut, completely surrendering to both men.

“Yeah?” He sounded more awake now but he whispered still, his thumb smoothing underneath your ear. He was so warm, too easy to squirm closer to and Eddie tutted as you tried to wriggle away. “All spread out for him, honey? Putting yourself on show for Eddie, huh?”

You probably had been, unconsciously or not. Still naked and slick from how they’d left you, bites and bruises on your bare skin, bone tired and one leg hitched up to show off every part of you. Playing with each other until you woke was something that had been long discussed, a secret fantasy of yours that you’d finally indulged after three years of being together and two bottles of wine.

“Ass like a fuckin’ peach,” Eddie agreed, his voice breathier now that he was sinking his cock deeper into you. He gave your behind a soft snack, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as the fat jiggled, your cunt clenching around him. “She wants to give you a show, Steve.”

Steve grinned, nudging at your chin until you resurfaced from his neck and he could give you a kiss. He kept it soft and light - too light. Tiny little pecks that had you screwing up your features in protest, one hand fisting at his hair. “Yeah, honey? S’that right?”

You nodded, still gasping against his lips as Eddie rolled his hips into yours. You could feel him nudging deep inside of you, his cock hitting that spot over and over again, a dirty grind more than anything else. You really wanted Steve to kiss you.

“You’re so sweet,” Steve cooed and he was still being so soft, so quiet, his hands tracing down between your breasts, fingers trailing over the dip in your spine. “You wanted me to see how pretty you look when you take Eddie’s cock?”

His words did just as much to Eddie as they did you, Eddie growling under his breath as he raised your hips up, letting the front of your thighs rest on top of his, your cheek pressed flat to the mattress now. He kept up the tiny thrusts of his hips, his cock fully seated inside of you. But now, there was space underneath of your frame, a gap between you and the bed that allowed Steve to snake his hand into.

His fingers found your clit, your folds soaked. You watched his lips make a small ‘o’, surprise and delight in his gaze. “Shit, honey, you’re all worked up.”

You couldn’t say much, just small, gasping “uh, uh, uh’s” falling from your mouth as Eddie fucked you through it. He leaned over your to smooth a hand up your spine, pressing his palm between your shoulder blades as his pace picked up just slightly. Steve matched it, pinching at your clit between rubbing small circles and he finally, finally leaned in to kiss you.

It was slow and lazy like the night had been, like your boy’s were treating you. A languid thing that made your yous curl and your breath hitch, his tongue licking over yours in a filthy, filthy way. He bit at your lip when he pulled away, rubbing your clit a little harder when he saw your eyes screw shut.

“She’s gonna come,” he told Eddie, his own cock pressed hard into your hip. “Oh, oh baby, you’re gonna come real hard, aren’t you?”

You nodded, pulling him closer by the nape of the neck as Eddie leaned back down to blanket himself over you, his hips pressed to your ass as he groaned at the feel of you getting even tighter, his cock twitching in anticipation.

“Please,” you whispered, the plea slurred and muffled as you pressed your face to Steve’s cheek, the need for closeness overwhelming.

“I know,” Steve cooed. “We’ve got you, Eddie’s gonna make you come real fuckin’ good, honey.”

Eddie’s hand curled around the back of your neck then, gentle but firm as he brought you out of hiding, his thumb soothing down the front of your throat. He made you look at Steve as he fucked you, your lips parted, your eyes glassy.

“That’s it, sweetheart, fuck,” Eddie grunted, “lookit Steve, yeah?”

Steve nodded, his free hand that wasn’t teasing your clit joining Eddie’s, wrapping around your throat until his fingers overlapped the other man’s. “Let me see you come, show me what you woke me up for.”

smoke signals (steddie x reader)

prompt was along the lines of ‘reader wants to go out with the girls, but the boys say no so she can get her sleep schedule back on track and she sneaks out anyway. definitely gets caught. everything is bad.’

This is a Mean!Eddie focus fic. Part of me isn’t sure how I feel about this one shot, but I think it’s because I’ve been reading and re-reading it for the past month. Steve does his best to hold back as this takes place AFTER Good Cop x Bad Cop. warnings as follows: minors dni 18+, d/s lifestyle dynamics, use of sir in a sexual way, use of daddy in a sexual way, fingering (female receiving), oral (female and male receiving), spanking, branding/burning, back handing, slapping, hair pulling, degradation, humiliation, name calling

“You said yes, yesterday!”

“I know I did, but look, you’re practically falling asleep watching TV!”

You and Eddie had been arguing for ten minutes. You told Nancy and Robin you’d go out with them tonight, it’d been some time since all the girls had a night to themselves. While you didn’t necessarily have to, you asked the boys if it was okay just in case they had any plans. Maybe it was because Robin couldn’t stop talking about how excited she was for it at work, but Steve was quick to say yes. Eddie, on the other hand, stiffened when you asked. Normally he’s always saying yes to a good party and inviting himself, you were surprised at his resistance. He had blamed his lack of enthusiasm on how late you’d been staying up and how early you’d been going into work. Ever since the promotion, you barely took time for yourself. You’d stroll in at eight at night after getting to the office at six in the morning for board meeting preps and taking down minutes, filling out payroll paperwork. The job was endless. Now that things were calming down a little, Eddie thought it would be better if you spent the weekend getting back on a regular sleep schedule. You’d probably be a little nicer after developing ‘the world’s worst fuckin’ attitude’, according to him.

“Going out and having a good time is a part of resting, Ed! I’m not gonna be up late doing work, I’m going out late to have fun,” you explained from your cozied up spot on the couch, “It’s different.”

“I don’t know, honey, maybe he’s right. You might just need a night in, you can go out tomorrow,” Steve said from his arm chair with a beer in hand, looking at the TV.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! You said I deserved to enjoy myself after this week! Plus, Robin closes tomorrow,” you shrilled, now fully sitting up. Your fuse was getting shorter by the minute – now you were genuinely annoyed.

“See, look at all this attitude, sweet thing,” Eddie cooed, “You should just stay in and get some sleep.” That fucking voice. His little lilt where he made you feel small and stupid, it drove you crazy (in the bad way).

“You just want me to stay in so you can have sex tonight,” you accused under your breath, laying back down and turning on your side towards the TV.

Eddie shrugged, “So? Sue me. Scoot over.” He tapped your calf, waiting for you to pull your knees to your chest so he could sit down. You glared up at him with a bratty pout, your hands covered in a blanket under your chin. “There’s another chair you can sit in on the other side of the room,” you huffed, casting your eyes over the the empty recliner in the corner. “Hey,” Steve’s voice was stern as turned his head to look at you, “Is that how you act when you don’t get what you want?” You rolled your eyes, moving your legs up just enough that Eddie could sit on the edge of the couch up against the arm. He tutted and crossed his arms, tossing a look over to Steve. “You wanna be over my knee, instead?” he warned, starting to get up from the chair. “No, no,” you squeaked out, pulling your legs all the way up to your chest while Eddie plopped down. Steve sat back in the recliner, bringing his eyes back to the TV. “You’re not going out tonight,” he said, “Not with that attitude.” “You don’t really get to say what I’m allowed and not allowed to do, Steve,” you said, sitting up and criss-crossing your legs under your blanket. Steve exhaled and shook his head, Eddie turned his head to you with knitted brows. “That’s enough. C’mere,” Eddie growled, pulling you by the arm over his lap. He tossed the blanket covering you to the floor, tugging your sweatpants down to your thighs. Revving up his hand to come down hard on your ass. “No, wait!” you whined, kicking your legs, squirming in his grasp, “No, please, I’ll stop. I won’t go, I’m sorry.” His hand skitters over your skin, giving one cheek a firm grab before pulling your pants back up, “Go give Nancy and Robin a call and let them know you’re not coming, okay?” You nodded, albeit a little glumly, and went upstairs to use the phone in the boys room. “This is ‘cause you’re not spanking her enough anymore,” you heard Eddie say to Steve, “She’s all out of line now. You should’ve dealt with your shit before you went and ruined it for all of us.” “Shut up, Munson,” Steve said, “Before I put you in line.” “I wish you’d put me in line, Stevie,” Ed flirted back. You rolled your eyes at their banter, getting to the top of the stairs and turning the corner into their room. You shut the door behind you and sat at the desk, picking up the phone – except you didn’t dial Nancy or Robin. You had no intentions of calling at all. You were going out tonight – fuck whatever they had to say. — You asked Nancy to drop you a few houses down so that the boys wouldn’t hear the car door shut, hiding under the guise of ‘They’re probably sleeping, I don’t wanna wake them up.’ Your heart raced while you approached the house, but at least all the lights were off. That had to mean your high school trick of hiding pillows under a blanket was enough to convince them that you’d fallen asleep on the couch in the second bedroom where the boys hung out. Right? Right? You were a little wobbly on your feet from dancing and kareoke, but the two drinks you had wore off a while ago. You reeked of bar air and cigarettes, but a shower could fix that and since you do the laundry anyway the boys would be none the wiser. You slowly unlocked the door, the click of the lock sounding much louder than you anticipated. You winced, tip-toeing into the dark hall way and shutting the door behind you. Sleepiness coated your body once you made it inside, sliding your shoes off next to Steve’s Nikes. Good, good, it was just take a shower, replace the pillows on the couch with yourself, go to bed. Done. You hung your jacket on the coat rack and got up the first couple of steps upstairs, and then you heard it – “You don’t wanna join us in the living room?” Eddie’s voice was dark and stern, coming from across the hall way. You could see him and Steve’s sillouhettes on the couch in the dark. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you thought – but you hadn’t thought it, you said it outloud. Even worse, you whined it. Your blood ran cold. You heard Eddie get up, his steps slow and deliberate. You could have just run up the stairs and locked yourself in the bathroom but you couldn’t will yourself to move. Eddie was behind you, his hand around your elbow. His voice was low and gravelly in your ear, “Such a dirty fucking mouth.”   “I’m sorry, sir,” your voice was breathless, you were already sweating, “I didn’t mean to say it out loud.” “Shouldn’t think it either,” he said, “But it looks like thinking’s been a little hard for you these days. Sneaking out of the fuckin’ house? Are you stupid?” “No, no, I just wanted to have fun,” you whined. He pulled on your arm to get you down the stairs, stopping to fish through your coat pocket on the way. He found what he was looking for quickly, nodding to himself. “Of course,” he said, a pack of his Camels appearing out of your coat, “So fucking predictable.” “I’m sorry,” your voice was just a choked rasp. You were desperate not to cry. You didn’t dare look at Steve who had turned the side table lamps on in the living room. Now sitting, man spread, on the right side of the couch, head perched on his finger tips on the arm of it. Eddie pulled you in, stopping at the entry way by the credenza, working quickly on your jeans. “Hanging out at The Hideout tonight?” he asked, as he kept undressing you, “Think I wouldn’t find out?” You shook your head no, whimpering. He pulled his cuffs out of his back pocket and you huffed at the sight of them. “I don’t–” the look he gave you shut you up before you even bothered protesting futher. You heard them click into place with your writsts behind you. “You got a lot of nerve, kid,” he muttered, “You smell like a fucking bar floor. C’mon.”

He tossed the box of Camels on the side table, taking a seat on the couch in the center cushion. His legs spread wide. He supported your balance while you kneeled between his knees on the carpet. You hung your head, this was beyond your regular trouble. You swore, you snuck out, and even worse, you lied. Eddie hates a liar.   “I’m so disappointed in you, princess,” Steve’s voice was like honey, but the sentiment burned. Tears welled up in your eyes, “Smoking Ed’s cigarettes, too? You know that’s not good for you, baby.” “M’sorry, Stevie, I’m sor–ow!” you yelped as Eddie’s hand gripped roughly at your chin. He rarely handled you like this, you could feel his anger buzzing off of him – he was wild. You looked up at him, hoping that if you rounded your eyes just enough he’d let you off a little easier.

“I’m tired, Eddie, please,” you whimpered, “Can we do this tomorrow? I wanna go to bed.”

“Oh, you’re tired now? Do you think you’d still be tired if you stayed home tonight?” he asked, his grip tightening on your cheeks, getting nose to nose with you.

“I was right, wasn’t I, baby? You needed a night in,” he asked, his voice falling into that mocking baby voice he loved to use to upset you. There was nothing more frustrating than being a grown woman, with a better job than both of them, being talked down to like that.

“Yes, sir,” you said, nodding as quickly as you could with his hand on your face.

“Need me to wake you up a little?” he asked, a darkness shining in his brown eyes. You braced yourself when the hand on your face dropped to your neck, his ringed hand winding up to deliver a sharp and biting back hand to your cheek. You yelped at the impact, but your back arched slightly, a little mewl leaving your lips.

Steve gave a stern look at Eddie, “Watch yourself, Munson.”

“She’s fine,” he said, letting his hand caress your face while you purred into it, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Right? Knew you’d like that, filthy girl,” he smirked, the bright pink of your cheek rousing something in his chest, “You love getting hit, don’t you?”

You nodded, containing yourself with short, shallow breaths. Mean as he was like this, he hated seeing you too stressed out.

“Deep breaths, pretty girl,” he said against your temple, “Take a deep breath, you’re doing so good.”

“Can we take the cuffs off? They hurt,” you whined into his cheek.

“I know they hurt, princess. I’ve been meaning to get you some new ones,” he said, he couldn’t resist you when your voice got soft and small like that. He fished for the key in his back pocket, his tongue jutting out while he felt for it. Eddie leaned over you, your head resting on the cushion between his thighs, closing your eyes while his hands snaked over your forearms to unlock the cuffs.

You heard the faint click and immediate relief as he gingerly slipped them off you, rubbing his thumb gently over the reddened skin, “Sorry baby, we’ll get some leather cuffs soon.”

He loved soothing you in little ways between changes in punishment, soft little check ins without words. Leaving little kisses on your shoulder, brushing your hair out of your face, a wink or an eyebrow raise to check how you’re doing, a squeeze here and there to let you know that he’s still there with you – just playing with you. He always triple scanned your body language when he thought he might get particularly rough, he could spot your tells from a mile away. One off kilter whine in your breath and he’d know you had to take a break or stop altogether.

Steve didn’t miss a beat, getting up and sliding his belt off, getting on his knees behind you. His hands were gentle on your wrists, opting to wrap his belt around your forearms instead. It kept your arms farther back, but also wouldn’t aid in anymore irritation. You whined while he did it, thinking you were being given at least a tiny break from being restrained. When he was done he gathered your hair so it laid down your back neatly, out of your face and chest, his warm hands resting on your shoulders behind you, “That’s better, isn’t it, baby?"

“Yes, daddy,” you answered softly.

“What else do you say?” Eddie asked, tapping your reddening cheek.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whimpered at the contact on your face.

“You need another one?” he asked, “Think it’ll help you remember your manners?”

“One was enough, Ed,” Steve’s voice vibrated against your spine.

“Let her decide. Do you need another one, sweetheart?” Eddie cooed, not losing eye contact with you.

“Yes, sir,” you replied, knowing it would be painful but ultimately worth it. There was something so indulgent about Eddie taking control like this, hurting you just enough to bring you under. He hummed with a smile, pulling you in for a hungry kiss, pulling your lower lip between his teeth and letting it go. He brought the back of his ringed hand across your face again, the metal making harsh contact with your jaw. You couldn’t help but start crying at the sting, but you were throbbing between your knees. “Ed,” Steve warned again, smoothing his hand over your cheek protectively, “She can’t handle that.” “You sure?” he asked, reaching down between your legs, letting his fingers slide delicately into your slickness and coming back out to meet his lips. “Looks like she’s handling it just fine. Aren’t you, tiger?” he said with a wink, tasting your wetness on his fingers. “Yes sir, I can handle it,” you said, your voice small, craggled, and sleepy. You leaned into Steve’s hand, looking back at him, “I can handle it, daddy.” You hear Steve let out a sharp exhale through his nose, letting his hands fall back on your shoulders. He squeezed them gently, leaving a kiss on the skin by his thumb. Eddie reached over to the side table where his Camel’s were, fishing one out and putting it between his lips to light it. He took a long drag, looking down the slope of his nose at you.

“Open, princess,” he said, letting the smoke blow out into your face with his words, “Tongue all the way out — that’s it, that’s my good girl.”

“Tilt her head back Stevie,” his dark eyes meeting Steve’s amber ones. You felt Steve’s hand reach to the nape of your neck, ensnaring into your hair and pulling you back a little. His other hand cupped just under your chin.  You could feel his bicep against your chest, his chest against your back — you wanted to settle back into him, let him lull you to sleep.

“You wanna have a filthy mouth, huh?” Eddie asked, cigarette dangling between the corner of his lips. He put it between his fingers, leaning his elbows on his knees so his hands hung over your face.

“Let’s see how filthy we can get it,” he said, his voice low and gravely, “That sound good, baby?”

You nodded, keeping your mouth open, waiting for him to reach for his jeans. But he didn’t. Instead, he held the cigarette over your tongue and flicked the end, the ash falling delicately on your taste buds. The acrid taste melted into your mouth, filling your nostrils, and making your eyes water. You instinctively swallowed the spit that collected in your mouth to wash away the ash. Eddie looked down at you like you were a science project, testing his limits. He waited for your tongue to come back out of your mouth to speak again. “Did you think I was gonna let that mouth touch my dick, tonight?” he asked, a dark laugh falling with his words, “Is that what you thought I meant?” “Yes master,” you said, Steve’s hands readjusting around you. “You’re not gonna get that dirty mouth anywhere near this cock, do you understand?” he glowered, his nose almost touching yours. He watched your eyes pool with tears, and he was satisfied with that response. “I understand, sir,” you cried. “Get that tongue back out,” he said, back to his original posture. You obeyed immediately, watching him take another drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke in your face, ashing in your mouth again. He did his best to avoid getting smoke in Steve’s eyes, running his hand through his hair in apology each time. “It doesn’t taste good, huh?” he mocked while you sputtered, more spit that tasted like charcoal and burnt tobacco slid down your throat. Your esophagus burned. “No, sir,” you responded, trying to find a way to charm him out of this. “But I deserve every punishment my master gives me,” you said breathily, a little gulp following suit. You looked up at him innocently through your lashes, leaning forward into Steve’s hold to get closer to Eddie’s knee. “Don’t,” Steve said, pulling you back towards his chest and putting you back in position. You whined in his grasp, struggling against him. “Aw, were you gonna try and seduce me out of this?” Eddie asked, his hand caressing your cheek, “That’s cute. Are you all done being my little ash tray?” You nodded at him, his thumb sliding over your cheek bone, “No problem, baby. I should cut back anyway.” He kept his eyes locked on yours while the cigarette in his fingers escaped your line of vision – but it wasn’t long before you knew where it was. The pain was a searing cold/hot, you could feel his fingertips against your skin while he pushed the embers into your thigh – branding you. The room was so quiet you could hear the sizzle of your skin where the cigarette met you. You gasped, a pained whine pouring out of your chest while the cool heat turned to a stinging burn before fading out. “Ooh, that hurt, didn’t it?” he said, his voice still mocking and cold. He tossed the cigarette butt into the actual ash tray on the coffee table behind Steve. You nodded, blubbering in Steve’s arms, looking down at the pink circular shining burn on your thigh. “Yes, sir, that hurt really bad,” you whispered, choking on the pain. Eddie tilted your head up gently to look at him, his demeanor a little softer but still dominant. He looked at you, your wet eyes, your pouty lips, the way your breath caught in your throat when he made eye contact with you. He couldn’t help but smile, his weak little woman, desperate to please him after such a big offense. He left a gentle kiss on your cheek, “I’m sorry, princess. Why don’t I give you a little break? Daddy can help clean you up while I get things ready upstairs.” “So we can go to bed?” your voice was so precious, he almost wanted to say yes. “Oh, no, baby. You’re not done being punished,” he said it like it was obvious. You pouted while Steve stood you up and took off your restraints, pulling you into him while he brought you into the half bath attached to the living room. Steve’s hands were soft and gentle while he sat you down on the the toilet seat, going into the medicine cabinet and taking out the Neosporin to treat your burn. He wet a wash cloth with cool water, crouching down next to you to hold it on your thigh. “You okay, princess? We can stop,” he said when you winced at the cloth on your skin. He pulled it away, putting a small dab of the treatment down and putting a band aid over the little burn. His hand smoothed over the mass of your thigh. “I’m okay,” you assured, “I can take it.” “That burn looked like it really hurt,” he said, kneeling between your knees, “Want me to kiss it better?”   “Please, daddy,” you said, your fingers snaking into his hair. He gave you a wink, spreading your legs apart, hooking your legs over his shoulders. His nose bumped your puffed lips before his tongue could slip between them, making you shiver. Your breath ragged by the time his tongue made its first stripe along your dripping slit, capturing your clit in its wake. Your back arched into his mouth instantly, the slickness of his tongue inside you was already getting you close to the edge. “So close, already?” he asked, letting his fingers trail up and down between your folds, “You like how Ed’s been putting you in your place?” “Yes, daddy,” you panted, squirming underneath his touch, “I don’t think you’re s’posed to be making me feel good.” “Daddy can do what he wants,” he said, his eyes meeting yours while his middle finger started sliding into you slowly. Your mouth gaped open at the feeling, “Tell me how much you like that.” “I like that so much,” you whispered breathily, your head falling back to the wall. “You know what I meant, princess. Say it,” he said, sitting back on his heels while his ring finger met with his middle, his thumb searching for your clit. You blushed. Steve knew how embarrassed it made you to be asked to say what you liked out loud. He loved seeing you cover your face and mumble it out, only to ask you to say it louder. He was ‘just trying to get you to be more confident’ — you should always know to ask for exactly what you want. “I like when you…unh, I like — mm! oh! — God,” you choked out while he curved his fingers up inside of you, his thumb slid quickly back and forth over your hood, massaging your clit without making it too sensitive. “Say it, baby. Say it for daddy,” he said, getting breathless himself. His cock painfully hard in his boxer briefs, aching to be let out of his jeans. “Oh, are we making her tell us what she likes?” Eddie said, appearing at the door frame. He looked at you with hungry eyes and a dimpled smirk, shirt discarded — now just in boxers hung low at his waist. You drooled instantly at the sight of him leaning on his arm against the frame, the flex of his bicep, the soft definition in his chest. “Come on, sweet thing — you had such a dirty mouth earlier,” he said, slinking closer to you, his hand gently holding your throat, “Tell daddy how much you like his fingers inside you. You wouldn’t wanna hurt his feelings, would you?” Your face burned with embarrassment but you didn’t want Steve to slow down anytime soon. If you could at least cum once before your next punishment upstairs, it might all be worth it. “I love when Daddy has his fingers inside me,” you blurted out, your thighs clamping down on Steve’s wrist. “Fingers inside where, baby?” Eddie coaxed, raising his brows slightly. “I love when — ah! — when Daddy has his - has, shit!, has his fingers in my – mm – in my pussy,” you mewled, your hand reaching down to hold Steve’s wrist while his other hand wrenched your knees apart. “Good girl,” Steve praised, feeling your walls pulse around his fingers, “Ooh yeah, fuck — fucking cum for me princess. Such a good girl.” “‘I’m such a good girl,” you parroted back. The sentence sounded stupid falling out of your mouth, Eddie tutted at your fucked out voice. “For who, baby?” Steve asked, standing up. “’M such a good girl for- for daddy,” you sighed, planting your feet back on the floor gingerly. Eddie let go of your throat and both boys admired you for a moment — your naked frame with a film of sweat, sitting on the toilet seat cover. Steve smoothed your hair out of your face, pushing the tendrils sticking to your cheeks behind your ears. You got up slowly, both of them walking you to the stairs, Steve letting you follow after Eddie and him following close behind.

You got into the bedroom, still shaky from your orgasm, to see the bed made. On it, the roughest rope Eddie owned, the new leather strap the boys bought recently, and a handful of change. “Come here, pretty girl,” Eddie whispered. He could see you fading, either from being tired or from finishing, or because your mind had gone somewhere else, somewhere he loved taking you. He pulled you close to him, his hands sliding from the top of your back to your waist, down to your ass. He gave your cheeks a soft squeeze and pressed a gentle kiss between your eyebrows, “Gonna tie you up, okay?” “Yes, sir,” you said, looking up at him through heavy lids.

“You with me?” he asked. “Yeah, Ed, I’m with you,” you mumbled. He turned you around, Steve holding your forearms together behind your back while Eddie wrapped the uncomfortable rope around you. “What do you say when you’re all done?” Steve asked. “Sabbath,” you said. You felt the pull of Eddie tightening the rope. “What do you say when you’re all done?” Eddie repeated. “Sabbath,” you said again. “That’s my girl,” Steve said, giving you a little tap on the ass. Eddie guided you close to the wall, so just the tips of your toes were touching it, your nose almost brushing the wall paper. He held a quarter in front of your face, the ridge touching your nose, “Let’s play a game, huh? Think you can hold this to the wall for five minutes?” You huffed, “Probably not.” His lips brushed your ear, his low gravely voice sliding from your eardrum to your chest, “Such a defeatist, princess. If you can, I’ll let you use that mouth on me.” “What if I can’t?” your voice was sharp. Desperate to have them untie you and put you to bed. You were getting irritated, sleep was pulling at your eyelashes, begging you to shut your eyes. “It’ll hurt,” he said, his little grin still glinting in the low light. He pressed his lips on your neck, just below your ear. Just how you like it. “You should get that strap ready for her, Stevie – I don’t think she’s gonna make the cut.” “I don’t wanna play your stupid game, Ed,” you said, you could see Steve’s hands turn to fists at your tone. “So you forfeit?” Eddie asked, a michevious look dacing over his features, “Don’t wanna try for the big prize?” “Pfft. You call sucking your dick a prize?” you brat out, you just wanted to go to bed. Your normally aching desire to please them no longer over riding how tired you were. A tired that was tumbling quickly into deeply annoyed.

“‘S’cuse me?” Steve’s voice was gruff while he grabbed your face to look at him, “Why don’t you watch that mouth, hm?”

“No, no, Stevie,” Eddie said calmly, his voice lilted again, “That’s exactly the response she wants. Sometimes it’s better to just ignore her little attitude. She wouldn’t act out like this if she didn’t want attention. Isn’t that right, sweet thing?”

Steve let go of your face and shoved it roughly back towards the wall, a glimmer of his old self coming through. In any other case, that kind of handling would’ve sent you straight back to obedience. However, Eddie’s soft mocking coo was making you see red. You hated this voice.

“You just want a spanking, don’t you?” he mocked, “Yeah? Need to be punished?”

“I just want to go to bed,” you hissed. “I know, baby, I know,” Ed cooed, tucking your hair behind your ear. He knew his tamber was getting under your skin, “You should’ve thought about that before you snuck out.” “You know something? Watching you get all fussy is really doing it for me,” he said, pulling at the rope on your forearms. He walked you backward toward the end of the bed and helped you kneel down. You sat back on your heels and you saw Steve bite back the need to tell you to ‘get your ass up’ or ‘kneel at attention’. Eddie sat at the edge of the bed, your head just an inch from his knee. He turned to you and put a hand to your cheek, “All this attitude you’re slinging is makin’ me need my dick sucked somethin’ awful, but since your mouth is still a fucking ashtray – I’m gonna have to use an outside source,” he explained. The warmth of his hand made your eyelids close, a soft hum leaving your lips as his let his thumb slide over your cheek. The gentleness ended with a loud clap to the side of your face, “Wake the fuck up and watch.” You winced at Eddie’s words, they somehow hurt worse than the slap. “Hey Stevie,” Ed’s voice was gentle now, “C’mere handsome.” Steve didn’t have to think twice, he stood between Ed’s open legs, crouching down to pull him into a kiss. You immediately whined watching the way Steve kissed Eddie, hungry but delicate. Like he didn’t want to hurt him, like he was trying to impress him – and he was. It was unspoken how much power Eddie had over Steve when they were together, something you never aknowledged for your own sake. Eddie gasped when Steve got to his neck who was leaving love bites and bruises where his record store customers wouldn’t see them. (Not that Eddie ever really cared.) Steve’s hand was expertly palming him over his boxers, Eddie’s hand over his, grinding in rhythm with the feeling. Eddie tossed a look over to you and tutted at how pathetic and needy you got so quickly, it was so hard for you not to be the center of their attention. Eddie pulled his cock out of his boxers while Steve kept his lips focused on the tattoo on his chest. But at the sight of his dick in his hands, Steve moved quickly – getting down on his knees. He batted Ed’s hand away to replace it with his own, stroking him diligently while looking up at Eddie. Steve’s glassy amber eyes begging for his approval. “Look at you, pretty boy, waiting for me to say it’s okay,” Eddie mused, running a hand through Steve’s hair, “Go ahead.” Steve looked like a puppy who was just given a treat, immediately dipping his head down over Ed’s cock. His strong jaw flexing with every dip down his shaft. Unlike you, Steve could take Ed down to the hilt, gripping Ed’s hairy thighs with his strong hands – grunting while he did it. “You could really learn a thing or two from him, sweetheart,” Eddie winked over at you. You pouted, wondering if every ‘You’re so pretty when you gag on my cock,’ was an offhand plea to learn how to take all of him without protest. Steve smiled while he came back up, wiping his mouth with one hand, the other working Eddie’s shaft closer to the base. He let his tongue slide over the tip, gathering precum and swallowing, keeping eye contact with Eddie the whole time. It was clear that eye contact was something Ed had trained him to do, you wondered how Ed punished him when Steve didn’t do what he was told. “You feeling left out, princess?” Eddie asked, his hips bucking while Steve continued to go to work on him. You nodded, resting your chin on his knee. “Can I have a turn?” you asked gently, your mouth pooling with drool as you watched Steve’s lips leave Eddie’s cock. Strings of saliva connecting the two. “No baby, you forfeited, remember?” Eddie said, patting your head. His other hand gripping Steve’s hair, guiding him back to his cock. His voice back to mocking you, babying you, punishing you. “But since you’ve been a good girl sitting there, I’ll let you suck on my fingers,” He slid his hand from the top of your head to resting the pads of his fingers over your lips. You whined behind a closed mouth, but Eddie didn’t care about your protests. He shoved his ringed fingers past your lips and teeth anyway, his middle finger reaching the back of your throat so that your mouth filled with spit. “Oh fuck, Stevie, that’s it,” Eddie gasped out again, “Just like that, such a good boy for me.” He was fucking Steve’s mouth at this point, not that Steve noticed, he looked completely blissed out. His eyes fluttered closed, his cheeks flushed, sweat building in his gorgeous hairline. You did your best to match Steve’s pace on Eddie’s fingers, but with the rings in the way you were coming up short. Spit slid out of the corners of your mouth, he was unrelenting with his movements on purpose. “Steve – oh fuck Stevie, baby, I’m gonna – M’so close,” Eddie hissed, “God, fuck oh god – Jesus, Steve.” Ed came hard and nearly choked you with the spasms his hand had in your mouth. You watched Steve swallow neatly. Everything about Steve was so proper all the time, he was never sloppy – he wasn’t like you. Your heart ached thinking that maybe Eddie liked that better. They came down, Eddie’s fingers still in your mouth. The way they looked at eachother, they might as well have forgotten you were there. You watched them give each other a few final kisses while their breath slowed. “I’ll take good care of you later, okay sweet boy?” Eddie muttered, their lips still touching, “Make you fucking scream.” Steve smiled, eyes still closed. “Not too loud though,” Steve mumbled with a little snicker. “Oh you’re right,” Ed’s voice reanimated and he leaned back looking at you, “Wouldn’t wanna wake the baby.” Eddie took his fingers out of your mouth, drenched in your spit, and rubbed it all over your face. You could smell the ash on your breath still. “Messy girl,” Eddie said, seeing tears start to pool in your eyes. He tucked himself back into his boxers and stood up with Steve, their attention back on you. For a moment, you wished it wasn’t. Steve hoisted you by the hair to your feet, quick to re-establish dominance after such a show. His hands were rough with you while he put you on the bed, face down in your pillows, back perfectly arched with your ass in the air. Your arms ached from being tied up, but you knew they’d be numb soon - no use in complaining about it. You heard Eddie pick up the leather strap from under you. You turned your face to the side do you could breathe. “Didn’t think we’d forget, did you?” Eddie asked.   “No, sir,” you croaked out. “Can’t deny Daddy his chance to shine,” Eddie laughed to himself. You heard a shuffle of hands – fuck – he was gonna let Steve do it. “But I didn’t say he cou–” you started. “Shh, shh, shh,” Steve hushed you, you felt his hand on your back, his face appearing soon after. “Do you want Eddie to do it, or do you want me to do it?” he asked. You saw the strap in his hands, his forearms strong and unforgiving, his watch on his wrist that in some way oozed more authority. You could tell he wanted to, he’d been holding back all night, all week, ever since that night in November. You took a deep breath and looked up at him with glassy eyes, “You can do it, Daddy.” “That’s a good girl,” he said, clapping his hand down on your ass before he walked around the mattress. He didn’t warn you before he started, another notch in his tally – something he was supposed to do now. The first spank made you cry out instantly, the strap left a stinging pain. Different from being belted, more weighted, more intention. Your chest was already heaving at the second one – your arms were numb, you were so so tired. “Learning your lesson, baby?” Steve asked, the strap coming down hard again over your thighs. “Yes daddy,” you cried, “I’m learning my lesson.” “Not gonna sneak out anymore, huh?” Eddie asked. “No sir – AH–Ow, ouch! – I won’t sneak out eh-ever ag-again,” your voice was back to whiny and pathetic. Just how Ed liked it. Steve was back to business as usual, no waiting in between, just relentless smack after smack. He was taking his frustration out on you, his embarrassment of being watched while he serviced Ed, he needed you to know he was still in charge. “Let up a little, Stevie, it’s too much,” you heard Ed say, but your mind was starting to slip. Just the jostle in your body while the strap came down on you, Steve’s ragged grunts while he did it, the way Eddie spoke to you. So so tired. Crying wasn’t just coming from the beating now, you wanted them to leave you alone. “Too much? You fuckin’ branded her,” Steve argued back. The frustration he felt being called out again made every slap harder than the next. You were shaking in pain. “Sabbath,” you choked out, “Sabbath, sabbath, sabbath.” You heard the strap drop the the ground and Eddie picking up his switch blade off one of the dressers. Their hands immediately making contact with you. You could feel Eddie cutting through the rope to get you free quicker, your arms falling limply to your side. “Baby, I’m so sorry – that was too much,” Eddie whispered, crawling on to the mattress and pulling you into his arms. He pressed your head into the crook of his neck, “We were playing for too long, huh?” You nodded, half crying, half falling asleep in this position. “I told you that was too much, Steve,” Eddie said, his voice vibrating and low against your own chest. “I’m sorry,” Steve said, crawling up the other side of you, “Got too ahead of myself, angel.” You felt the cool aloe gel on the backs of your thighs and your behind, Steve’s strong hands gently massaging it into your skin, “I’m sorry, princess.” “It’s okay,” you mumbled into Eddie’s neck, “You’re trying your best.” “I’ll deal with him later,” you heard Eddie say in your ear, the smile prominent in his tone, “You wanna go to bed, huh?” You simply nodded. “Lets clean you up a little first, and then I’ll put you to bed, okay?” Eddie asked. Eddie helped you out of bed, your body heavy and weighted with sleep. Steve got up to follow you, but Eddie motioned him to the second bedroom. “Said I’d deal with you later,” Eddie mumbled to him. Steve frowned and went into the other room, disappointed with himself for going overboard again. You could hear his little tantrum when he shut the door behind him. “Okay, sweet thing,” Eddie breathed out while getting you in the bathroom. He took your face wash out from the shower and rinsed a face cloth he grabbed from under the sink. “I won’t do that again, I can tell you didn’t like it,” Eddie said, gently wiping your face off. “No, no it’s okay,” you said, “Just not after you put cigarettes in my mouth. Don’t do it after that, please.” “Okay, I won’t,” he agreed with a soft smile, “Rinse, baby.” You leaned over the sink gathering water in your hands, splashing it against your face. It felt good on your cheeks, still smarting from Eddie’s two back hands and slap from earlier. He passed you a hand towel to pat your face dry and when you looked up your tooth brush was already in his hands, prepped for use. He examined you while you brushed your teeth, sucking his teeth at the dark red marks on your face. “I’ll take my rings off next time,” he noted to himself. “You don’t have to,” you said, spitting and then reaching for the Listerine in the medicine cabinet. He took it from your hands to open it for you, pouring it out into the cup. He watch you swish, holding your hair back while you spit again into the sink. “Why do you do that?” he asked, putting your face in his hands, “Why do you say ‘It’s okay’ and ‘You don’t have to’ when I can tell it’s too much and you’re only tolerating it? Why’d you let Steve use the strap when you knew you wanted me to do it?” “I wanna be good,” you said, your eyes wide and glassy, “I don’t want you to be upset with me if it’s something you like.” “It doesn’t matter if it’s something I like, or Steve likes,” he said, his eyes full of loving concern, “It matters that you like it. That you feel safe. We talked about this.” “I don’t wanna disappoint you,” you whispered. “Hey,” he said, kissing you soft and gentle, “You could never disappoint me.” “What about Steve?” you asked, you could have sworn you saw his face fall for a second. He let a breath out of his nose. “I’ll take care of Steve,” he said, “I’ll take care of everything.” “That’s not your job,” you said. He held you close to his chest, his lips capturing yours again, tongue brushing your lips. You let him take the lead, as always, his tongue dancing with yours. One hand fell to the middle of your back, he wanted to push you inside of him. He was desperate to make you feel his love through his kiss. “I’m making it my job, fuck the record store,” he mumbled against your mouth, “Capiche?” You giggled into another kiss, “Capiche.” “Let’s get you to bed,” he said, “Sleepy girl.” He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his torso while he walked you half way down the hallway into the bedroom. Eddie sat you on the bed, pulled out one of his t-shirts and a pair of your underwear from the dresser and slowly got to work getting you dressed. “Arms up,” he said, gathering the fabric in his hands. You lazily put your hands up, muscles still aching from being tied behind your back. The cool softness of his shirt slipped cozily over you, reminding you of Eddie’s own softness. The love he offers always feeling like the cool side of the pillow. You slide your underwear on while he turns down the bed and crawl over under the covers. “Hope you rest, cause I’m taking you to breakfast tomorrow,” Eddie said, tucking the covers up to your chin. “Just us?” you asked, your voice is tired but excited. You see his cheeks flush red at the sound. “Just us,” he said, leaving a kiss on your temple. He got up, you watched him through heavy lids walk to the door, looking back at you from the door frame. “Probably gonna fuck you raw in the van, too,” he added before flicking the light off, “Night, sweet thing.” You laughed through your nose, exhaustion taking over. You could hear the boys in the next room talking, something along the lines of ‘Get back on those knees, handsome.’ You settled onto your side, your muscles fully relaxing, sleep came easy — like Steve when he was really pent up. You thought for a moment, just a breif moment, about how you’ll go about it differently when you sneak out again next time.

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"Eddie?" You called out as you stepped into the trailer. You didn't hear anything which was weird since his van was parked outside. You shrugged your shoulders and looked around the living room before making your way down the hall to his bed room but stopped in your tracks when you heard a moan.

You stepped to the side of his door and bit your lip. You peeked into his room and placed your hand over your mouth. Eddie was sitting on his bed with Steve jacking off together and literally together. Eddie was holding both of their cocks in his hands while Steve had his eyes shut and lips hung open while whimpers left his mouth. You hand your hand sneaking between your legs and rubbing yourself through your panties.

"Eddie... fuck" Steve whimpered as Eddie jerked him off faster while the sounds of Eddie's jewelry clinking and wetness filled your ears as you slipped a finger inside of yourself. Your eyes rolled back as you spread your legs just enough and rubbed your wetness around while you listened to your best friends jerk each other off. You peeked in again to see them all sweaty and pupils blown as their noses started scrunching.

"Eddie Eddie fuck! I'm cumming!" Steve cried out as he came against Eddie's fist. Eddie followed right behind with a loud groan. Your knees buckled together as you felt your own orgasm building only to be cut short when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Enjoying what you seen?" Eddie teased as he pulled your hand away from your pussy and licked your fingers. "Oh Stevie !!" Eddie pushed you into the room as the heat rose to your cheeks. "We have the cutest little pervert !" Eddie pushed you on the bed and smirked as Steve sat up to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Yes we do! And she's our cut pervert!" Steve gave you another kiss as Eddie sat down on the bed and placed your hand on his cock.

"And I'm the pervert !" You chuckled inbetween kisses.

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𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⟡𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your roommates come home from their date to find you in a bit of a compromising position…but what really sets them off is the jeweled plug you’re wearing.

⟡𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, steddie established relationship, no use of y/n, just a shit load of nicknames, talks of unrequited love (but it’s not), anal plug, kinda mean!eddie and mean!steve, fingering, unprotected anal sex, unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, free use sex, the boys using your holes, dp, squirting, cream pie, no plot just porn.

⟡𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I really don’t know where this came from, but I don’t ask questions about the things that inspire me… I took way too much time on this so pls TAKE IT! Also thank you to my babes @xxhellfirebunnyxx & @reidsbtch for beta reading <33

⟡𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.3k

You’re exhausted, you’ve spent the last couple hours stress cleaning your shared apartment while your roommates are on a date. Why were you stressed you ask?

Well, the most problematic reason; the one that made it borderline impossible to focus on anything else was you were just plain fucking horny. You tried your vibrator in between cleaning the bathroom and the kitchen, then right after with the same disappointing results before finally giving up and tidying your bedroom… that was until you came across something you hadn’t seen since you moved into this apartment six months ago—

Your baby blue silicone butt plug, with the pretty heart jewel at the bottom of the base; so naturally in your absolute horny fog, you figure it wouldn’t hurt to put it on and wear it around while you finish cleaning and then hopefully when you’re done, you’ll be more worked up and can finally, finally finish with your vibrator. 

Your roommates said they’d be out pretty much all night, which you figured meant they’d go out to some bar or club and then fuck and nap in the back of Eddie’s van before making their way back home…and if you’re on the topic of complete honesty, they were the main reason for this little dry spell you were having—

Imagine living with the two hottest and sweetest men you’d ever met, but they’re together and have absolutely no room for you no matter how bad you yearn for them. Why would they want you? They have each other and they’re so happy and in love, it makes your insides hurt. Of course you want nothing more then for them to be happy, they both deserve it more than anyone but how do you go on watching the two holders of your heart be happy while you have absolutely nothing to do with it? 

It’s fucking pathetic and you need to get your shit together. 

So to say the least, yes you have been completely and utterly sexually frustrated. I mean hearing them fuck almost every night does nothing to help these  feelings and you haven’t made any efforts to move on, meet new people and possibly start dating. You can’t help but to reprimand yourself when the thought of holding out hope flashes through your mind. There was no hope left, you will never have Eddie and Steve as anything other than friends. And just because they’re bi and are also into women too, doesn't mean you have a shot, no matter how much you wish it did. It’s time to move on. 

Once the blue plug is nestled deep inside of you with the help of copious amounts of lube and deep breathes, you get back to your stress cleaning just to get your mind off of all of your conflicting thoughts but decide to forgo your cotton shorts and panties in the process, keeping the oversized slayer shirt that Eddie had let you borrow, on.

Your last task of the day was to do laundry, you’d do a few loads before getting into bed with your vibrating friend, to finally get off like you’ve been trying to all evening. 

But when you went to get your clothes out of the wash to put into the dryer, a sock that had been way out of reach had you hopping head first into the machine, and before you knew it a piece of your hair was caught in the agitator. Of course, just your luck! 

No matter what you did or how much you pulled, the chunk was lodged in there and was not letting go anytime soon. You wanted to cry, absolutely break down and sob. What were you supposed to do now? Wait for the boys to come home and fish you out as your whole ass is on display? Not to mention the plug you have lodged up there. No no no, you would die from humiliation. So you didn’t give up, you pulled and pulled until eventually your arms and head got tired and you just kinda dangled there, then after a good five minutes you tried again but in your haste and heavy breathing, you didn’t hear the front door open or your name being called. Everything was muffled considering your head was stuck in a damn dryer! 

“What the-” you finally hear from the doorway, making your eyes widen in horror. 

“Do you um- do you need some help, sweetheart?” You can already hear the smug smirk on Eddie’s face without even looking. 

“That would appear so.” You sarcastically quip with a roll of your eyes. 

“Well fuck, I don’t know princess. This is quite the view.” He snickers, and you can feel the way his thigh roughly rubs against your calf. 

“Munson, this is no time for your fucking jokes.” You spit through clenched teeth. “Please. Help. Me.” 

“Babe?!” You hear Eddie call, only assuming he’s calling Steve over to witness the scene or maybe to help him get you out. As humiliated as you are you just want to be free and if Steve has to see you like this in the process, then so be it. 

“Whoa!” Steve says as he enters the laundry room, a low whistle falls from his lips and you don’t know if it’s from the view or the predicament you’ve gotten yourself in. 

“She’s stuck.” Eddie tells his boyfriend and you can still hear the remnants of a smile on his face. 

“Please guys, please get me out of here.” You beg as your lower lip begins to jutt out in a pout. 

“I don’t know Stevie, what do you think? You think we should help her out?” The metalhead chuckles to himself, completely elated with what was happening. 

“Ya’ know, I don’t think we should help her out just yet. She looks so pretty like this.” The former jock confesses, and now you can feel his thigh rub on your other calf. You try your damndest not to clench your holes because it might be obvious with the whole plug in your ass. 

“Guys c'mon, this is so embarrassing. Please?” You whine, but you can’t help but feel yourself start to drip at their taunting.

“Fuck, you have such a pretty ass, baby. I would’ve never guessed that you liked getting it stuffed.” Eddie groans and you have no idea what’s happening, but you’re not mad either. 

“She does, doesn’t she? Can we touch you pretty girl? Promise after we’ll get you out of there.” Steve asks before rubbing what you could only assume was his hard cock against your leg. 

“Yes, please.” You whimper as tears fill your eyes, all you’ve wanted for six long months was to be touched by them. 

You feel a hand press against the plug, pushing it deeper inside of you before your ass is being slapped, a slight sting left in its place. Two fingers glide through your drenched folds, a loud groan being released from one of the boys’ chest. 

“You’re so fucking wet, princess.” Eddie's low timbre has you fighting with yourself to not clench your thighs as Steve’s soft hand inches higher, long fingers gliding up closer towards the plug. 

“Jesus Christ. Wanna take this out and see how you gape for us, pretty girl. Can I?” Steve asks, voice low and deep, creating light shivers to course through your body. 

“Yeah, mhm you can.” You huff out as the washing machine digs into your stomach, not enough to hurt but your breathing is slightly constricted. 

“So fucking desperate for this, arent you baby? Just a little butt slut for us? God, the things I’ve been wanting to do to this ass.” Eddie growls supplying your supple skin with another harsh slap. 

“We can’t hear you little slut!” Steve scolded, grabbing the plug at the base before slowly pulling it out.

“Yes! I’m a desperate little slut! Please!” You gasp as you begin to clench around the plug as it’s being removed from your tight rim. 

“That’s a good girl.” Eddie teases, as he and Steve laugh at your strangled whines.

Once the plug is removed, you hear a slick sound before a pop; the wet tip of a finger rubbing in circles around your sensitive, reddened hole.

A small gape is left in the blue plugs wake along with the lube that now begins to bubble and leak out, the finger continues its soothing circles before its prodding, the tip sinking in without hesitation making you whine louder.

“Oh she’s ready! This little hole is just sucking me in. She Wants to be filled so badly.” You now realize the finger belongs to Eddie as it sinks in even deeper, moans fall from your parted mouth as you writhe in desperation. 

Steve’s fingers begin to prod at your core, completely saturated and dripping down your thighs, they roll over your clit before his fingers begin to slowly enter your pussy. You’re now full as both sets of fingers fuck into you, Steve’s digits curling down hitting that spot a couple inches from your entrance. The position you’re in made it awkward but when his expert fingers found that bundle of nerves hidden in your walls, your holes clenched around both boys and your legs tightened and shook as they dangled, hitting the cold metal of the white washing machine. 

“You gonna cum already?” Steve mocked meanly making Eddie snort out a laugh. Their teasing was pushing you even closer towards the edge and you couldn’t understand why, you’d never been one for mocked comments at the hands of other men you’ve slept with, but coming from Eddie and Steve it made your core blaze hot and your head become spacey, absolutely empty as the pleasure continued to grow. 

“Well cum for us then, baby.” Eddie grits with a hard thrust of his fingers. 

Your moans grow louder, echoed from the metal walls. Your legs shake harder from the force of you keeping them spread, it’s a heavy feat cumming without snapping them shut like you’d usually do when you were alone, before this little dry spell of yours, that is. 

“Such a good little set of holes.” Steve says, a cocky edge to his voice as he removes his fingers along with Eddie. 

You hear the smacking of lips, wishing you could watch them kiss but before you know it you feel hands on you again. 

“I need to get my cock in one of her holes.” Eddie groans as the jingle of a belt buckle being removed hits your ears and before you know it hot, sticky yet incredibly soft skin is being slapped, right over your stretched out hole. 

“Mmm, you ready, pretty baby?” The metalhead asks, thrusting his cock between your cheeks. 

“Please, Eddie!” You cry out with an impatient lilt to your voice, begging him to take you out of your horny misery. 

His tip catches against your rim, sliding in nice and slow as he begins stretching you out far more than the plug and you can’t help but to tighten around him at the unfamiliar girth. 

“Oh my god!” You mewl as he sinks deeper, inch by inch you’re being filled, his length feels like it goes on forever until finally he’s fully seated within you.

Once he’s sure you’ve adjusted to his size, he begins thrusting his hips at an unrelenting pace, causing your toes to curl and your eyes to water, it was so good, it was everything you’ve been wanting. 

Steve leans over the machine, a chuckle erupts from deep in his chest, as he listens to you moan and babble about how good Eddie feels stretching you out. 

“Feels so good doesn't it, baby? Love when Ed’s fucks me too.” He confesses as his hand begins to trail down your back, all the way to where you’re stretched by Eddie, his fingers rubbing over your filled hole and up Eddie’s shaft making you both moan louder. 

“Alright Ed, my turn.” Steve huffs impatiently as his cock begins to grow borderline painful beneath his jeans. 

Eddie begrudgingly pulls out, smearing the lube around his cock and stroking it as he moves out of the way for Steve to have his turn with you. 

“Can I fuck your little pussy, honey?” The pretty boy asks as he grabs your legs, putting his hands under each thigh and raising your lower half higher so your pussy meets his cock at the perfect angle. 

“You can fuck whatever hole you want.” You sob, desperate to feel that fullness again.  

“God, you’re such a fucking slut, just wanna be our little fuck toy, huh filthy girl?” Steve spits before pushing his tip into your dripping cunt, both of you cry out at the sheer pleasure you’re bringing to each other. Steve’s cock sinks deeper and you find yourself grateful he didn’t fuck you in the ass, his cock felt like it was splitting you in half, the most delicious stretch, but you couldn’t say it’d be as delicious had it been your other hole. 

“Steve!” You whimper as your hands wrap around the big hunk of plastic your hair is caught in, trying your best to keep from being pushed further away with Steve’s unforgiving thrusts. The action causes you to almost bump your head on the back wall of the machine, and everytime he pushes you further away a pain shoots through your head as the agitator yanks it back with a strong grip on your strands. It almost feels like Steve has a chunk of your hair, held tight in his hand and now that’s all you can picture, causing you to gush around his cock— the pleasure and pain creating such a ripple effect of mini squirting orgasms that quite literally snuck up on you. Your body shakes as you moan, so sweet and feminine it’s just what Steve loves about fucking women and he has to suddenly pull out of you or run the risk of cumming too early.  

“Did she- holy shit.” Eddie says as he takes one look at Steve's drenched and painfully purple cock. God, he wants to fall to his knees and lick every drop you gave him off, but he can tell Steve is already struggling, he knows that flush faced look, that’s his boy’s cum face. He’s decided he’ll reward him later for his willpower, maybe if they're lucky you’ll both reward Steve.

“Can’t believe she's a squirter, barely even touched her.” Steve scoffs; it’s so far from the truth, but the way he’s talking about you is so filthy and hot that you can’t help but to snap your legs shut and tighten. 

“Uh uh, princess. Open back up for me.” Eddie tuts, while he brings his hands down to grasp at the meat of your thighs pushing them open enough for him to stand between, silver rings digging into your heated skin as he kneads at your flesh.

“How about we get you outta there now, sweetheart? How’s that sound?” The metalhead asks, growing tired of the awkward position, he wanted you where he knew you always belonged, right in between them. 

“Yes, please.” You sigh with relief, as much as you were enjoying this your blood was starting to rush to your head, making you a little light headed.

Steve reaches in first, roughly pulling as he tries to release you from the agitators tight grip. 

“Here let me see.” Eddie says after a few minutes as he grows impatient, just wanting to get his cock back inside you. 

Even after Eddie tries and tries, you finally speak up with a whine of disappointment. 

“There’s scissors in the kitchen drawer, you're just gonna have to cut it.” You huff before your body slips back into a defeated slouch. 

“Are you sure princess?” Eddie asks, you can hear the sympathy in his voice as his head hovers over the washers opening, “well, I don’t think I have many options and I just really need you both to fuck me, so…” you hiss back in one more attempt to yank your hair free, with no luck. 

“Alright I’ll be back in a sec.” Steve says as he jogs out of the laundry room, towards the kitchen. You and Eddie can hear drawers slamming as he looks for the scissors, the metalhead can’t help but to snort at his boyfriends obvious hunger to be back inside of you, he knows cause he feels it too and it’s something they’ve both yearned for, for more than just the six months you’d been living with them. 

It happened when you were just Robin's close friend from work that they would see every other weekend when you’d all go out together; they’d agreed how beautiful, sexy and intoxicating you were, so sweet and bubbly and lively, they had non stop talked about asking if you’d maybe wanna hang out with them and see where things could go, but they didn’t wanna scare you; being in a relationship with two men who are already in a relationship can be a lot for someone, especially if that someone is used to strictly monogamous entanglements. 

Then Robin came to them about you needing a place to stay and when you became their roommate they didn’t want you to feel cornered or like they only let you stay cause they like you, even though as time passed their feelings had grown even stronger, so yeah they couldn’t allow this opportunity to slip through their fingers. 

“Got 'em!” Steve says with excitement as he rushes over to you, “okay, I’m gonna cut closest to the machine so I don’t take too much, just take a deep breath for me, baby.” Steve says, honey dripping from his sweet voice as he talks you through it. 

“Good job, sweet girl. Okay, here I go. You’re doing so good, baby. One more snip and you’re free.” The smooth rasp in his voice makes your heart hammer, feeling it in your ears as you stay as still as possible while he cuts. Once it’s done you’re yanked up from the washing machine, Eddie hands you to Steve and you wrap your legs around his hips as he grabs the plush meat of your exposed ass. 

“Are you okay, baby?” He whispers into your ear as he continues to grab and rub at your soft globes. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You murmur back as you place a gentle kiss to his neck, just under his ear. 

“Do you wanna stop and grab a glass of water or get something to eat, princess?” Eddie asks into the side of your neck as he stands behind you. You can feel his hard cock as it rubs against your ass and Steve’s hand. 

“No, what I need is for you both to fuck me, like right now…at the same time.” You whine as you begin to move your hips over the boys' laps, your ass and bare pussy moving back and forth over their obvious hard ons, you almost feel like a cat in heat, purring and moaning as they both kiss on either side of your neck. 

“Okay, fuck, I can’t wait anymore.” Eddie growls as he removes his dripping cock from his jeans, before spitting on his engorged, red tip and smearing it around with his tattooed hand. You jerk slightly when you feel his wet fingers prodding at your puckered hole, spreading the wetness in preparation to take him again. 

“You ready, princess?” He asks as he rubs his tip against his target, the squelch from how wet he’s made your asshole makes your face burn hot. You can’t take much more of his teasing. 

“I’m ready, I’m ready please.” You beg, it comes out breathless as if you’d just gotten the wind knocked out of you. Your desperation so clearly evident to them, that it causes both of their cocks to pulse with need. 

“Okay, we’ve got you baby, gonna make you feel so good.” Steve whispers into the side of your face before leaving a gentle kiss on your jawline that lingers with a tingle when he pulls away.

“Ed’s, hold her legs for me really quick.” Steve mutters before he begins removing himself from the confines of his blue jeans. He gives his aching member a few quick tugs before he’s roughly grabbing you back from Eddie. This time his forearms slide under the backs of your knees, your ass slips down angled perfectly between their needy cocks. Steve’s hold on you tightens as his hands inch behind your back, the perfect position to fuck you on both of their cocks, passing you back and forth like some kinda fucked up game of hot potato. 

Eddie begins to push in first, breaching the snug walls of your previously stretched out hole, how was it so tight again? The metalhead groans once he’s fully seated within your gripping confines, Steve takes it as a signal to begin his work of re stretching your cunt back out to perfectly mold to his size, the perfect little cock sleeve. 

They begin thrusting simultaneously, causing the filthiest “uh!” to slip past your lips as your left hand shoots out to clutch onto Steve's brown locks while the right finds itself gripping the nape of Eddie’s neck. Three sets of glossy lust filled eyes find each other as your opened mouths breathe in each other's moans of ecstasy. 

Eddie’s hands glide down to the globes of your ass, two of his flat palms pull the plump meat of your cheeks apart as his cock drives deeper into your second hole. Tears spring to your eyes as the boys use you for their own pleasure, it’s everything you’ve wanted for so long, you want to live in this moment forever between them as they give you their all. 

The grunts and groans that hit the right side of your neck and the back of your left shoulder have you clenching both holes so hard you can already feel the beginnings of orgasmic bliss on the horizon, the heat in your lower stomach stirs and your legs work so hard not to snap shut as they’re still held wide open by Steve’s forearms; now shaking profusely. 

“Please, please oh my god, I’m gonna— please!” Is all you can reverberate, as the filthy whines and pleads fill the cramped laundry room.

“You gonna cum for us, kitten?” Eddie mumbles into the back of your hair before planting an approving kiss there, as if to say ‘go ahead, you have my permission.’ 

“Yes, yes, yes!” You chant as you clamp down even tighter on them, like a fucking vice grip making them whimper and whine as they both fuck you through it.

“Go ahead kitten, soak our cocks— get us all messy with your sweet girl jizz.” Steve couldn’t help but giggle at his boyfriend's ridiculous words, but he wouldn’t deny sweet girl jizz made his cock twitch in anticipation. 

Eddie and Steve’s thrusts get even more ravenous as wet squelches, skin slapping and your feminine moans echo off of every wall in the apartment. 

“You’re fucking her so good baby. Hear those pretty little noises she’s making for us?” Steve says before bringing his hands to his boyfriends hips and pulling him in even deeper, causing their cocks to rub together through you. 

Your high hit you so hard, your moans and cries were silent as your body jerked, your eyes rolled back and your toes curled; a stream of wetness squirted out and hit Steve’s lower stomach with a splash as the rest covered Steve’s sneakers and Eddie’s boots, both boys groaned as they fucked you hard through your second orgasm.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it baby!” 

“That’s a good girl!” 

Both boys praise you, holding you tighter between them as your body goes lax from such an intense come.

“You okay, sweet girl?” Steve’s nose brushes against yours as his honey eyes study your face with the utmost concern. 

“I’m so good.” You say back with a lazy smirk. 

Their thrusts continue up when they realize you’re okay, now their only thought was hitting their peak; which was closer now after watching you come all over their laps. 

“I’m gonna come, wanna fill you up, please princess?” Eddie whispers in your ear sending a deep pleasurable shiver down your spine.  

“Mhm, want you both to fill my holes.” 

They both lose it at your words, low grunts leaving their lips as their warm come fills you from both angles.

“Oh fuck! That was—” Eddie started, before Steve finished for him with a breathy and fucked out “Wow!” 

They both kiss and hold you before letting your feet hit the cold tiles. Steve grabs a towel and cleans you up with a shy smile on his face, that you couldn’t help but find incredibly cute. 

“How about we finish cleaning up and you go lay down in our bed? We can all cuddle and fall asleep. How’s that sound, kitten?” Eddie suggests.

“That sounds nice.” You say through a yawn. 

Leaving both boys to clean the evidence of what just happened; the scissors and your hair, the wet puddle on the floor and the loose pieces of clothing scattered around. 

Once you were gone Eddie broke the silence—

“Do you think we should ask her tonight or in the morning?” 

“Let her get some sleep and then we can tell her how we feel tomorrow, and she can decide whether she wants to be with us or not.” Steve says as he wipes up your wetness.

“Do you think she’ll want us?” Eddie asks his boyfriend as his brown eyes fill with worry.

“I have a good feeling she does.” 

Peeping Tom Part 1

18+ MDNI (just don't, ok?)

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader x Perv!Steve Harrington

Summary: You're behind the school with your boyfriend Eddie making out, things get a little hot and heavy.. and then you see that someone is watching you..

WC: 6k

CW: unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, masturbation, slight persuasion, use of degrading pet names, use of praisey pet names, posessiveness, voyeurism/exhibitionism (one party doesn't know it's happening, sorry), Steve being a huge secret pervert, Eddie being a little gross and pervy himself towards the end, semi public sex, kinda Dom!Eddie, all characters are 18+

Please let me know if I've forgotten anything and I can update it.

A/N: This was just a little something that came to my mind randomly a while ago, I've had it on my "to write" list for ages and decided to finally check it off, now that I'm actually starting to put some content out there. Enjoy! Please leave feedback, I always like to hear how people have enjoyed my writing.

Requests are OPEN

Smut under the cut

"Hurry up, Eds, come on. We don't have long" you giggled as you held your boyfriend's hand, leading him around to that little spot behind the gym block that you had both claimed as your little makeout spot. It was down a nice little alley, secluded apart from the two openings at either end. One of which was a brick wall that meant you could only go right or left and those little pathways leading off of it were rarely used by anyone, if ever. So it was pretty prime makeout spot material. You were surprised no one else had found it before. Unless you just didn't know about it.

"Oh don't you worry sweetheart, I'm coming alright" he said from behind you with a big smirk that you could literally hear, grabbing your hips and leaning around to nip at your ear, humming against your warm skin.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, turning to face him, taking his hand again as you turned the corner and walked backwards further into the alley. "Stop being such a pervert babe, just hurry up and kiss me" you said, biting your lip as you slowly backed towards the wall, squeezing at his hand.

He grinned at you and obliged, his palms grabbing you by both sides of your face and smashing his lips against yours, making your back hit the wall a little harder than he'd intended, mumbling a small apology to you. You just melted into the kiss though, sighing into his mouth as you rested your hands on his biceps, slowly rubbing them up and down and gently squeezing. You loved Eddie's arms, all that lifting amps and guitars and music equipment from his band's shows and practices really paid off. He didn't look very strong to most people, but he definitely was. You for one knew it by the way he lifted you with ease and threw you around in his bedroom or the back of his van. Or one time The Hideout bathrooms.

"I've been waiting for this all day, I always miss you so much when I have to go to these stupid fucking classes" your boyfriend hummed against your lips, his hands now moving to your waist and gripping at you, pulling your body against his as he crowded you against the wall. All you could do was nod your head and make a soft noise of agreement, not wanting to stop kissing him even for one second.

You lived for moments like this, however small they were. When you had Eddie all to yourself, even if it was just a quick makeout session when you'd both left class early feigning stomach aches because you'd missed each other too much. It didn't matter that you'd just saw each other at lunch, you were inseparable and you both really noticed the others absence when you weren't together. Even if it was something as simple as Eddie going to the store to grab some snacks for your movie night, you'd find yourself launching your body at him as soon as he came back, kissing him like he'd been gone for a lot longer than 10 minutes. And he was just as bad sometimes.

Eddie's hands began to wander, gripping at the soft cotton of your little black tank top, bunching it in his hands as he flicked his tongue across your lips, begging you to open up and let him in. You obliged without even thinking, your arms moving to wrap around his neck, your lips parting to which he took full advantage of, licking into your mouth with a small groan coming from him.

You could tell he was getting a little worked up, with the way your tank top was slowly riding up a little more each second, his greedy hands possessively gripping at it and trying to slyly move it up your skin. Your hands moved to his to sort yourself out a little, trying to pull the top down again. But his hands continued travelling upwards over the material, now cupping your breasts and squeezing. You weren't wearing a bra, so the slightest of friction on your nipples made you gasp a little into his mouth.

"Eds.." you said quietly, breaking the kiss and sounding slightly whiny. "Come on, we said this would be a quick makeout, you can undress me when we get back to yours later" you giggled, feeling his lips latch onto your jaw and suck a little mark into your skin, making you close your eyes and relish in the sensation.

"Baby, I can't help it. God they feel so good.. I gotta see em, please?" He groaned again, his lips now travelling down your jaw in little wet kisses towards your chin and moving to the other side. "Come on, show me your gorgeous tits and then that'll be it, I promise. Just flash me a little bit and I can hold off till later". He sounded desperate, but not in the way where he was whiney or pathetic sounding.

You didn't respond, hoping that if you just ignored it, he'd hopefully not push it any further. One of your hands found his face, gripping his chin gently and guiding him back to your lips, kissing him harder and deeper, your tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths as you let out an involuntary soft moan into his mouth. Fuck. That wasn't going to help matters. And it didn't.

He groaned and pressed his body against yours, slotting his thigh between your legs and pushing you further into the wall as his hands moved down and slipped under your top, his rough palms now fully engulfing your bare tits, his thumbs gently flicking over your peaked nipples. A shudder ran through you as he did so, gripping onto his arms a little harder as he palmed at you and squeezed the soft skin of your breasts.

"Jesus, please show me 'em sweetheart. Just gotta see em for a second, promise" he said, his voice sounding rough and a tad fucked out as he began trailing his kisses down your neck, finding that one sensitive spot you had that he knew you wouldn't be able to resist and sinking his teeth in, latching on and sucking another bruise into your skin. It made you gasp and grab at his shoulders, looking up at the sky as your eyes fluttered closed from how he was sucking on that spot of your neck and working his thumbs over your nipples, hands shoved up the fabric of your tight top and definitely stretching it out. You tried to swallow down the little whimper that escaped you as he sucked particularly hard, he fucking knew just how to make you give in to him.

You knew he wasn't about to let this go. And when Eddie really wanted something, he got it. You tried to think of an excuse, one worthy enough of Eddie Munson and his stubborn ass. But you were shit out of luck. There wasn't one. You closed your eyes for a second, letting out a sigh as he squeezed a little harder at your tits, slightly pinching your nipples between his thumb and index finger, your back arching a little against the wall as he did so. "Fine" you said, trying to sound annoyed but how could you when he had you like this? "But I swear, just for a second and no more. I don't need someone coming around the corner and seeing me standing here with my tits out"

He let go of your skin from his mouth with a wet pop, kissing the now dark purple mark on the juncture of your neck which made you whimper slightly again, before he pulled back with a shit eating grin on his face. He palmed at your tits once more, biting his lip and nodding down towards them. "Go on then princess. Show me the goods" he winked at you, taking his hands out from under your top and resting them on your hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into the skin just above where the waistband of your cute little plaid skirt lay.

You rolled your eyes at him, trying hard not to let the smile on your face crack through. You didn't want him to think you were enjoying this. But you kinda were. Even if you were terrified of someone catching you and seeing you indecent at school, it was sort of exciting. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you moved your hands down towards the hem of your shirt, grabbing at it with your fingertips gently and slowly sliding it up your body, almost as if you were teasing him.

He looked at you completely entranced, his eyes widening as you revealed your tits to him, watching as you lifted the tight fabric up and over and both of your breasts bounced out from underneath, jiggling as they settled where they naturally lay. You held the top up just at your collarbones even though you didn't have to, gulping as you looked side to side, making sure no one was coming. If someone did appear, then you could quickly cover yourself up again.

Eddie's gaze was completely and utterly on your chest. His mouth hung open wide, eyes almost popping out of his skull as he stared at them like he'd never seen them before, like you were showing him for the first time that night in his bedroom when you'd confessed that you had a crush on him. He was a complete sucker for your tits. He swears he'd never see a better pair. Not even in nudey magazines or pornos he'd sometimes smuggle home from Family Video.

"Okay, is that enough? Can I put them away now and we can get back to smooching a little more?" You giggled, about to move the top back down and cover yourself up again. What you didn't see was Eddie moving without thinking, grabbing both your tits with his hands and his mouth latching onto one of your nipples, sucking and flicking his tongue over it as you looked down and gasped. "Eddie! Come on, we can't do this here" you hissed at him, watching as he looked up at you and then closed his eyes, pinching your other nipple as his teeth grazed at the one his mouth was currently attached to, a muffled groan coming from him.

You couldn't help but bite your lip and moan a little as he moved to the other one quickly, your hands coming away from where your top sat bunched up against your collarbones, one moving into his hair and tugging at it, trying to get him off of you. But it was no use, it just made him suck harder at your nipple, biting at the sensitive bud as his tongue flicked faster.

"E-Eddie.. not here..." you complained pathetically, your cheeks now completely red and flushed with embarrassment, the thought of someone coming around the corner and catching you with your boyfriend with his mouth quite literally glued to your chest making your heart thud harder than it normally would when he did this. His free hand had started to wander too, fingers running up the inside of your thigh under your skirt, the cool rings on each of his fingers making you shiver a little as they brushed against your skin.

"Why not? No ones here, no one ever comes here baby, come on.. let's just have a little fun hm?" He said as he looked up at you with his big brown eyes, fluttering his damn long lashes at you while his tongue peeked out of his mouth and circled each of your now stiff nipples, paying equal attention to them both as his hand under your skirt moved higher, your leg instinctively lifting up for him as he cupped your pussy gently and rubbed his fingers over the damp lace of your panties, a shaky quiet moan coming from you as he did so, your hand flying to your mouth to cover it. You didn't need anyone who was nearby hearing that kind of noise and suddenly getting intrigued.

"We can be quick, I promise, I just.. fuck, I need you so bad. And I know you need me too, I can feel how wet you are already" he grinned up at you, teeth grazing over your nipple as his fingers moved up and toyed with the elastic at the top of your underwear, sliding his hand down into them, two of his fingers parting your folds and stroking you teasingly, gathering up some of your wetness from your entrance on his middle finger. "Oh, my little slut really is fucking dripping for me"

Your eyes rolled back a little, another moan coming from you muffled by your hand. He knew he had you right where he wanted you, he knew you wouldn't be able to resist much longer, especially when he was talking to you like that. So he moved his mouth back onto one of your peaked nipples and sucked at it again, groaning and finding your clit with his fingers. As soon as he started to rub slow circles over it, you shuddered and fell forward a little. Your hand coming away from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut and then looked down at him. He was making you feel so fucking good, his fingers were well and truly skilled, as was his mouth. You cursed past you for all those nights you spent teaching him exactly how you liked it, all those nights he discovered a new way to make you crumble. And this was one of them. Sucking your tits while rubbing your pussy was always one way Eddie could get whatever he wanted. And he always looked so fucking pretty while doing it, even with a shit eating grin on his face because he knew exactly what it did to you.

"Fine. Okay, fine. But be quick, please Eds, I don't wa-" you were cut off by Eddie suddenly unlatching from your nipple, both of his hands suddenly under your skirt and pulling your panties down your legs. A little dumbfounded by how quickly he was getting them off you, you stepped out of them and watched him stuff them into his back pocket as he stood up again. Grinning at you devilishly, he was suddenly lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as you grabbed at his shoulders and let out a surprised squeal, one of his hands holding you up under your ass and squeezing, his other hand down at his belt unbuckling himself and making quick work of undoing his jeans.

Now he had you giving into him and giving him what he wanted, he'd do as he wanted. "I'll be as quick as I want to be. Or maybe I'll take my time. Make you late for class cause you're too busy being stuffed with my cock" he chuckled darkly, licking his lips as he freed his cock from his boxers, shoving them and his jeans down underneath his ass and moving closer to you again, rubbing his cock against your drenched slit as your boyfriend pinned you against the wall with his full body.

You could feel the fat head of him dripping with precum and nudging against your clit, making you whine a little. Eddie was long and thick, definitely the biggest you'd ever had. At first you'd been intimidated by his cock, but that was long gone now. You loved it, you begged for it sometimes too. You bit your lip and looked up at him, watching as he smirked and groaned, his nose slotted beside yours, letting your slick coat his cock as he made you needier for him. "Eddie please.. just.. just..."

Without another word, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly started to push himself inside you, holding you up against the wall with both hands under your ass. Both of your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, one hand on his back and the other in his hair, your mouth hung open as he stretched you out slowly, a choked moan coming from you as he bottomed out, stilling for a moment to let you adjust. You'd been with Eddie for months now, but you still needed a second to get used to him when he was fully inside you.

"Jesus FUCK angel, so fucking tight and so wet. And it's all for me ain't it?" He groaned, burying his face into your neck as he all but lost his mind, feeling your warm velvety walls clench down on him at his words. He slowly drew back and thrusted in again, making you bite down hard on your lip so you didn't moan too loudly as the sting of the stretch turned into burning pleasure, nodding slowly to agree with him that you were infact all his.

You were still absolutely fucking terrified of being caught. Of another student who was also ditching class stumbling across you both while trying to find somewhere secret to smoke or something. Or worse.. a teacher who'd been on the lookout for ditching students. The thought of it made you come to your senses a little, looking around cautiously as Eddie started fucking into you slowly but hard, mumbling curses into your neck and squeezing your tits, making you mewl under his touch. Maybe no one would come out here. Maybe you could just enjoy your boyfriend fucking you at school, when you should both be in class.

You were just about to look back at him and stop worrying so much, when suddenly you saw something move out of the corner of your eye and your heart almost fucking stopped. Your head snapped to where you saw the movement and you gasped loudly. You saw a little piece of brown wavy hair and an eye peeking out from the corner.

Someone was watching you.

Someone was watching Eddie fuck you right now. You felt like your heart was about to jump out of your throat, your mouth opening to try and speak, but only being able to let out a strangled noise as Eddie fucked you a little harder and squeezed at your ass, his fingers digging into the globe of it. You were about to slap his shoulder, alert him to something being wrong, when the person watching moved out of the corner a little more and pressed their finger to their lips and shaking their head, telling you to be quiet as their mouth moved in a silent "Shhh". It was then that you saw exactly who it was.

Steve Harrington.

Steve fucking Harrington was watching your boyfriend fuck you right now against a wall behind the gym block. Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins High, the captain of the basketball team, the beer keg champion. The pervert.

You looked at him in complete confusion, wondering what he was doing. How long had he been there? How much had he seen? You shook your head a little at him, waving your hand at him as if to shoo him off. But it was just as the head of Eddie's cock nudged at your g-spot in the right way and made you cry out in a moan, your head falling back against the wall that he was currently rutting you into. "Oh, there she is, is that good baby? Let it all out, let me hear all your pretty noises" Eddie mumbled, kissing up your jaw with his eyes clamped shut, mouthing at you sloppily as he moaned himself completely unabashedly. He clearly wasn't caring if you got caught. And he clearly wasn't aware of Steve's presence right now.

He'd always thought you were hot, you were insanely pretty and he'd always imagined what your tits looked like, maybe he'd even jerked off to your yearbook picture a couple times too. So when he had been walking around the school to cool off after Billy Hargrove pissed him off one too many times in gym class and he happened to stumble across you flashing your tits to Eddie, he absolutely couldn't pass up this opportunity. He immediately got hard as a rock and.. well he just couldn't help his 'manly urges'. He had to help himself out. And he definitely didn't want to stop watching when things got hotter and heavier.

You looked over at Steve again in a slight panic, seeing him watching you both intently, his eyes completely open wide in awe, licking his lips like he was concentrating hard on something. You quickly registered the fact that he looked like he was a little flushed. And then you saw his gym shorts were pushed down a little, his hand wrapped around his thick pink cock while he gripped at himself tightly, his other hand lifting his shirt up a little to let you see his toned stomach. You didn't think he was as big as Eddie from where you could see, but shit he definitely had a big dick. A little bit of precum dribbled from the slit of it and he immediately swiped it away, using his thumb to rub it into his cock and making eye contact with you, stroking at himself faster and smirking. He was enjoying that he'd been caught watching you both.

You couldn't fucking believe this. Not only was he watching Eddie fuck you, but he was getting off to it too. You were livid. You were absolutely disgusted. You were more soaked than you'd ever been. You're not sure why.. but having Steve watch you two was making your cunt flutter more around Eddie and your juices drip out of you. Eddie always usually had you soaked, but something about being watched like this, about someone seeing you completely indecently, your tits bouncing every single time Eddie thrusted his hips harshly into you.. yeah, it was fucking hot.

"Faster Eddie.. please.. god, please fuck me faster" you gasped, tugging at his hair and nibbling at his ear, keeping eye contact with Steve the whole time, deciding that if he wasn't going to shy away in embarrassment now that he's been caught and he was gonna continue to watch, then you better give him a good show right? Eddie, of course, obliged, cursing under his breath as he grabbed you under your thighs and shifted you up the wall a little, his hips snapping against your thighs hard enough to definitely leave bruises the next day.

Steve's eyes widened more and he raised his eyebrows as you spoke, lifting his hand up to his mouth and spitting into his hand, before going back to jerking himself off, trying to match the speed of which Eddie was fucking you now. He bit his lip to stop him from moaning, his eyes flicking from your face, your tits and Eddie's ass rutting into you. He couldn't help but imagine exactly how Eddie's length looked sliding in and out of your tight cunt, biting down on his lip harder as his head fell back for a second, before reminding himself that it was happening right in front of him and he could look. His head snapped back up, and he looked at you with a dark look in his eyes, his tongue darting over his lips and wetting them, moving out of the corner a little more and letting you get a good look at him and what he was doing.

No one knew this, but Steve liked being a bit of a disgusting pervert. Everyone thought just because he was "The King" and got any girl he wanted falling at his feet that he wouldn't need to be. He kinda liked the thought of spying on people when he thought they were alone. He'd never done it before, not until now. He'd thought about doing it plenty of times at parties, hiding in closets and waiting until some unsuspecting couple came stumbling into the room looking for somewhere private to fuck each others brains out. But he'd always chicken out and never actually acted on it. Not until this perfect opportunity presented itself and literally fell at his feet.

You gasped as you watched him, still a little in disbelief, moaning into Eddie's ear as he continued ramming into you. "Oh god, yeah, that's it baby, just like that, keep doing that, fuck that cock feels so good" you moaned out, keeping eye contact with Steve and licking your own lips slowly as your head fell back against the wall again, one hand coming to grab at your own breast and toying with your nipple, feeling yourself get closer to your orgasm. You weren't sure if you were playing it up on purpose now because Steve was watching, or if Eddie really was just making you feel that good. You felt his hand slide between your bodies, immediately finding your clit and making you cry out his name as he began furiously rubbing at your sensitive bud.

"You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Gonna gush all over this big dick, hm?" Eddie panted into your neck, groaning as he felt you clamp down on him. "That's it, come on princess, let me see you cum all over my dick" he said raspily as he lifted his head and looked down at the way your cunt swallowed his cock whole, holding onto his shoulders to keep yourself up as he parted your legs wider and held you there.

You nodded your head, your eyes flicking to him and then over to Steve again who was now tugging at himself furiously, standing on his tiptoes, hoping to get a tiny glimpse of your soaked cunt. He had to quickly cover his mouth as he caught sight of Eddie's fingers moving rapidly over your clit and sucked a breath in, stopping himself from making any noise and ultimately being caught by your boyfriend. He wasn't quite sure how Eddie would react, probably not in a great way since he saw how possessive he was over you, how he'd give death stares to any guy who's eyes lingered on you a little too long. Definitely not in the way you had reacted. He was still surprised at how you didn't even say anything, how you didn't rat him out and seemed to actually enjoy him watching you two. And God was he grateful. You're not sure why you didn't say, and you're even more unsure of why you're enjoying him watching your boyfriend about to make you cum.

"I'm.. I'm gonna cum! Eddie, fuck! I'm cumming!" You moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you felt your back arch and that knot in your stomach break, your orgasm washing over you with a loud gasp, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your head lulled forward and you opened your eyes, watching yourself squirt all over your boyfriends dick, his fingers rubbing at your clit making it a little more messy than it should have been, your fingers digging into the back of his neck, your nails leaving little half moon marks as he hissed at the feeling.

You'd never done that before. Eddie continued looking down as he felt the liquid spill from you, his eyes widening as he realised what had just happened. "Holy shit.. holy fucking shit" he said with a gasp, looking up at you and fucking into you faster, grabbing your jaw with his fingers covered in your release and kissing you hard, moaning into your mouth as he made out with you filthily, chasing his own high. His movements started to stutter and you opened your eyes, looking over as you watched Steve tug harshly at his now angry looking cock, his face screwing up as he looked at the puddle of your cum underneath you both and the way he was fucking into you. You moaned back into Eddie's mouth, your eyes half lidded and your mind fuzzy from the intensity of your orgasm.

"Cum for me baby, want you to cum for me please" you whimpered out against Eddie's lips. A small part of you was talking to Steve too, wanting to see the face he made when he orgasmed out of curiosity more than anything else. He knew you were talking to him too, nodding his head as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and his brow furrowed, letting you know he was close, his chest heaving as his eyes glazed over.

"M'cumming sweetheart, don't you worry, m'gonna fill you up baby, oh fuck, shit!" Eddie grunted out, his voice cracking as he did just that, panting against your cheek as he gasped and moaned your name, his eyes squeezing shut tight. His forehead rested against your temple as he slowed down his movements and twitched a little, thrusting into you shakily as his cum spilled into your now oversensitive pussy, the sensation of it making you whine.

You watched as Steve's own face scrunched up and he gasped quietly, his eyelids fluttering a little as he fought to keep them open so he could keep looking. His mouth was hanging open, his hand rubbing at his length as he shot thick ropes of cum out onto the ground, his body jerking forward a little and making him stumble, cursing under his breath silently as his head fell back and he milked every last drop from himself. He looked down and watched as the last few drops of his cum dribbled out, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. You're really not fucking sure why you find watching him cum so hot, why it made you whine just as Eddie did when he came inside you. You can't believe how much he came too, blinking slowly as you looked all of it on the ground in front of him.

"God baby.. you.. you fucking squirted" Eddie said in a breathy chuckle, opening his eyes and grabbing your jaw, guiding you back to kiss him, this time was much softer than before. He was being gentle with you now. "You've never done that before, my filthy girl. Was it really that hot, getting fucked behind the school where we could be caught? It was the hottest fucking thing that's ever happened to me, that's for sure" You giggled into his mouth and shrugged your shoulders. If only he knew.

"Maybe a lil' bit. Maybe you just turned me on that much" you said with a grin as you kissed him back, wincing a little as he slid himself out of you. He slowly lowered you down, rubbing gently at your tits and slowly lifting your top down for you, not before he kissed each of your sensitive nipples, which made you squirm and push at his shoulders gently in protest.

"Goodbye girls, I'll miss you" he said to your boobs with a big fake pout, looking at them and smoothing the fabric of your tank top back down your body as you watched Steve putting his cock away into his gym shorts. He was nodding his head with a grin on his face, almost like he was agreeing with Eddie. And it made you giggle just as much as Eddie's fake pouting did. You held your hand out expectantly, raising your eyebrows at Eddie. Who just looked up at your hand and then at you, cocking his head to the side with a dumb smile on his face. "What baby?"

"Um.. my underwear maybe? I kinda need those. Unless you want everyone to see your cum dribbling down my legs" you scoffed, already feeling some of it sliding down the inside of your thigh. You watched him as he squatted down in front of you and lifted your skirt up fully again, holding it bunched in his hand at the waistband. You felt your cheeks get all hot and looked over at Steve again who was smirking and leaning against the wall, his eyes glued to your pussy as Eddie lifted one of your thighs with the hand not holding your skirt up, spreading you out and revealing your creampied messy cunt to him. And to Steve.

"Keep your leg up just like that for me, Princess. Just like that, need to have a good look at my pretty pussy" he said, his voice low and gently commanding. You did as he said, keeping it held up and looked back down at Eddie, watching as he hummed and scratched his chin with a smirk on his face, like he was thinking about something. He took your panties from his back pocket and wiped up the cum from your leg slowly, grinning up at you. He gently wiped over your cunt a little too, chuckling darkly when you jerked and hissed with how sensitive you were.

Steve thought he was going to blow his load again as he watched on. He hadn't really seen just how perfect your pussy was. So pink and wet, your clit practically throbbing still. And it looked so fucking good filled with cum too. He began to wonder if Eddie did in fact know he was there and was just trying to make him jealous, showing him that it was his cum inside of you and not Steve's. Either way, he wasn't particularly fussed, he still got a great view of your legs spread and what lay between them.

"There. That should do it. I don't think you need panties anyway, considering I'm just gonna have you on my cock in a couple hours again anyway" he shrugged and winked at you, standing up to his full height and letting your skirt fall back down around your thighs, both of your feet firmly planted on the ground again as he shoved the now soiled panties back into his back pocket. You rolled your eyes at him and slapped his chest gently with a hand.

"You're disgusting" you laughed, shaking your head and smoothing your skirt out. "Come on, we're already late for class since someone decided me flashing them wasn't enough" you said with a small sigh as you reached out for his hand and pushed yourself up off the wall, smiling wide at him.

He grinned at you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. "You love that I'm disgusting" he winked at you, making you roll your eyes again. It was true. You kinda did love it when he was gross like that. "It's never enough, sweetheart. You know I can't resist you" he said as he kissed your cheek sloppily and loudly, accentuating the Mwah! sound of his lips smacking against your skin. You giggled and looked over your shoulder, watching as Steve stood there and winked at you, kissing the air towards you and flicking his tongue at you lewdly.

"That was fun though, Eddie. Maybe we should do it again sometime. Was kinda hot thinking we might get caught" you said, watching as he turned back around the corner and walked away, smirking as he heard what you said. Eddie simply chuckled and looked down at you, right as you turned to look up at him, smiling wide and melting into his side.

"Oh my girl enjoyed that did she? Are you a little exhibitionist baby? You want one of the jocks to catch us and see what they're missing out on and can't ever have cause you're all mine?" He said as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, making you giggle.

"Maybe a little bit..." you shrugged your shoulder, blushing at the fact that you know one of the jocks had already caught you. And it was Steve fucking Harrington nonetheless, who stood there and jerked off right in front of you, totally uncaring. Steve would definitely think about what he'd just witnessed later. Your jiggly round tits and your puffy dripping cunt was firmly embedded in his wank bank as jerk off material now. Or for when he was sleeping with some chick who was a little less skilled than he was used to and he needed something to get him off.

And maybe every now and then you'd think back to it too, to when you'd thought you had Eddie all alone behind the gym block..

But instead there was a peeping tom named Steve Harrington, watching your completely oblivious boyfriend cum inside you as you licked your lips at him and watched him stroke his cock.

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He hates Steve Harrington, everything about him. His stupid, upbeat pop music. His tall fucking hair. His annoyingly bright clothes. His bullshit German luxury car.

Eddie hates that Steve's a good guy. Hates that he carried Eddie's broken and dying body out of hell. Hates that the kids love him how they do. Hates that he and Robin Buckley are the kind of best friends who might as well be siblings. Hates the way that Jonathan is back and Nancy is happy, and Steve has no resentment about any of it. Hates that he'll never, for as long as he lives, forget about six kids and a Winnebago.

And he hates, more than anything of all, the way he's always finding himself in Steve's bed. The way he falls apart when Steve is deep inside, the way he begs for more, pleads for Steve to wreck him. The way Steve treats him so good that it makes him sob.

Eddie hates himself for not being able to stop. For wanting Steve so much that sometimes he feels it as a visceral ache in the back of his molars. He hates himself for how little fight his dumb traitor heart puts into not being astronomically down bad in love with the guy immediately.

And none of this is supposed to flow from his brain to his tongue to out of his mouth, but Steve fucks him so good and slow--gives him the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life--that it all just slips out of the safe confines of his mind.

"I fucking hate you," he says. Or pants, more like, he's all flushed and sweaty and covered in come, not yet settled back to himself.

"W-what?" Steve stutters. He's standing at the edge of the bed, damp towel clenched in his fist.

True, full consciousness strikes then and he doesn't know what else to say. Steve's big eyes are wide and sad, and Eddie's brain is screaming at him to fix it, and isn't that just another thing that he hates?

"Steve. Like. Fucking look at yourself, man." He waves his hand up Harrington's perfect body. "You're the most beautiful fucking thing in the universe. And you--you embody like every fucking thing I'm supposed to hate with your money and your athletic ability, and your whole goddamn clean-cut All-American boy next door bullshit. And I--I keep ending up here when everything in me says to run away, that this--you--are too good to be fucking true."

And Steve, he's pinching the bridge of his nose, looking more than anything like he's trying not to burst into tears and this--this cannot be borne.

"I love you so fucking much." His voice cracks and he reaches out to circle his fingers around Steve's wrist, the one holding the towel. "I love you so much and I don't deserve even a second of it. Not a minute. Because you're Steve Harrington, you're--"

Steve presses his hand (he hates the the wide palms and long fingers, how they're perfect, how they hold him and comfort him and wring out pleasure again and again like it's nothing, like Steve's hands were made for making Eddie come) over Eddie's mouth. "Shut-up, Munson," he says.

"I fucking hate you too." There's ease in the way he says it, a lightness in his eyes. "I hate that you don't use conditioner. I hate that your van makes that turkey gobble sound every time you turn a corner, and you refuse to let me look at it. I hate how loud you play your music, how it makes my fucking skin shake. I hate when you forget to take the damn chains off your jeans when you put them in the wash."

Steve climbs into bed, straddling him, towel long forgotten. "You know what else I fucking hate, Eddie?" He leans down, ghosting his lips against the tip of Eddie's nose, skimming his mouth. "I hate that I've never loved anyone like I love you. I hate that I almost fucking lost you. I hate that we can't spend every minute in this goddamn bed, so I can memorize every inch of your skin, every sound you make, every single way I tear you apart, and all of the things that put you back together. I love you, Ed. Every fucking terrible part."