Deemon

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Shhhhh! I'm trying to touch Sam's hair." I hissed at Dean. The older Winchester shook his head and gave me a look, probably because I was crouched awkwardly behind the couch.

"Your funeral." He shrugged, walking off. I sighed and crawled around to where I could stroak Sam's hair. I raised my hand to touch the chocolate strands when a hand grabbed my wrist.

"Don't even try it." Sam muttered, not even opening his eyes.

"Please Sammy? It looks so soft."

"No."

"Please??"

"Y/n...." Sam sighed, sitting up, still holding my wrist.

"Sam....please just a little touch?" I begged. Sam let go of my wrist and patted the spot on the couch beside him. I scrambled up and grinned reaching for his hair. It was like touching clouds, so soft, I couldn't stop carding my fingers through his chocolate locks. The tips of my fingers brushed his scalp and I took the opportunity to grip the roots and give a gentle tug. Sam let out a quiet moan and grabbed my hands.

"I didn't say tug." He growled lowly.

"Sammy, do you have a hair pulling kink?" I asked innocently, wriggling out of his grip and going back to tugging his hair. Sam groaned and pulled me into his lap. I felt his hardening cock press against my thigh. I smirked rolling my hips against his crotch and that made him snap, rolling me over so I was under him, my hands still buried in his hair. Sam pulled my pajama shorts down and ran his fingers through my slick core.

"Such a pretty wet pussy for me." He cooed pushing his flannel lounge pants over his hips and stroaking his cock a few times before pushing inside me. I continued to tug on his locks as he pounded into me. I moaned loudly, giving a particularly hard pull on his hair as Sam gave a guttural snarl and spilled inside me. I whined as Sam's fingers started circling my clit until I came with a shudder. My hands slipped from Sam's hair. I looked up at the Winchester with lust blown eyes.

I’d already gone down the route of boring basketball players. Personally, I felt that I could have lived without the four inches and twenty seconds, my last hook up leaving me woefully unsatisfied. As I paid more attention to Eddie’s random and chaotic outbursts out school, the more I wondered if he was that animated in all aspects of his life. 

There was just the small issue of Eddie seeming to not even notice my existence though, and my petrifying fear of approaching him, my tongue turning into butter anytime I got close to him.  

My heart thudded against my ribs painfully as she waited for my answer, I twisted her sheets around my fingers as Mrs Wheeler popped her head in through the door, offering us snacks. I rolled over to stare up at the ceiling as the door shut softly, closing my eyes as I whispered. 

“Eddie Munson.” I murmured; a breath flew out of Nancys’ mouth as she sprung up onto the mattress next to me.

“Who?” She screeched, eyes widening in shock as I peered at her face. 

“Eddie.” I said louder, watching her carefully for her reaction, she bit her lip as she stared at me like I was crazy. 

“Really?” A small smile spread across her face as she realised I was serious.

“I don’t know, there’s just something about him.” Eddies dark eyes popped into my mind, each time they met mine sending a shiver of fear and longing through me. 

“Huh.” She sucked her cheeks in and leaned back against her bed frame, watching me carefully.

“What?” I asked defensively, wrapping my arms across my chest. 

“Nothing.” She shrugged, a mischievous look dancing behind her eyes.

“No, what?” I demanded, snatching the schoolbook from her grasp as she picked it up to avoid my gaze.

“He’s just so… rough.” My face betrayed me as Nancy squealed, slapping my knee. 

“Oh…my…god. IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE INTO?” I buried myself into the mound of pillows, peaking through the cracks as I watched her blink in shock, her mouth hanging open wide.

“Well… Mike is in his club, maybe you could get him to introduce you!” She shouted excitedly, leaning forward to shake my shoulders. 

I laughed as her contagious energy made me grin. “Nance… no. He wouldn’t be interested in me.” My smile slipped from my face as I fiddled with my hands in my lap. 

“Why not?” She snapped, I faltered on the brink of admitting my insecurities to her, shame running through me over my jealousy towards her natural beauty, she wouldn’t understand even if I did try to explain.  

“He glares at me every time he catches me staring.” I muttered, telling her half of the truth. “I don’t think he likes me very much; he always looks angry whenever I see him.” My mind snapped to the thought of him stalking past me in the hallways at school, staring straight through me as I shrunk under his glare. 

“I think that’s just him, y/n.” She soothed, looking at me with pity. 

“Hmm.” I half-heartedly agreed, wanting to move past the topic. 

“You can take Mike and the others to their thing tonight!” I sighed as she clapped her hands together excitedly, knowing it was useless to try to argue with Nancy once she set her mind to something.

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I fiddled with the hem line of my jumper as I followed Mike and Dustin down the dark, empty school hallway, my nerves hitching up with each heavy footstep that echoed off the grey lockers on either side of me. I followed in tightly behind Nancy’s brother as they casually strolled through the drama room door, shouting over each other as they gushed about fake monsters. 

Eddie sat at the head of the table, low burning candles throwing sharp shadows across his attractive features as he twisted his ring across his bony fingers.

He didn’t look up as Mike cleared his throat beside me. “Uh Eddie, this is-“ 

“I know who she is.” He snapped, leaning back in his chair as his eyes flashed up to stare at him, Mike shrunk under his gaze, his voice trailing off into a whisper.

“Uh, yeah. She’s interested in DnD…” I dug my nails into my palm as his words sounded fake even to my ears.

“That’s not what she’s interested in.” His deep voice cut across the thick air, I blushed as his eyes shot daggers up at me through his long eyelashes. I shook as he scowled at me, his dark, deep-set eyes staring unblinkingly. Mike and Dustin shot me a confused look as I stuttered over my words. 

“Well spit it out.” Eddie glowered at me, raising his eyebrows mockingly at me. My lip trembled as he glared, laughing as I stood frozen at the end of the table, tugging at my shirt nervously. 

I spun on my heels as tears brimmed in my eyes, the detestation in his voice piercing through me as mortification washed over me. I knew coming with the kids tonight had been a bad idea, but I’d let Nancy talk me into it, letting her dress me up and paint my face with her makeup. I shouldered my way through the wooden door and stalked down the hallway back to my car, letting the cold night air of the autumn evening dry my fallen tears as I leant against the hood of my car. 

An hour passed. And then another as darkness well and truly settled around me, before I heard the thundering footsteps running down the hall. Mike and Dustin flew through the doors, quickly followed by the rest of their club. They stopped on the sidewalk as their mouths popped open in surprise at the sight of me. 

“Oh, we thought you’d left. Uh…” Mike clapped his hand around the back of his neck as his eyes turned towards the entrance of the car park, a pair of headlights cutting through the darkness. “I called my dad to come get us.” 

He stumbled as Eddie pushed past him, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he pulled his jacket on over his defined shoulders, he rolled his eyes as he noticed me huddled in my sweater, pulling his lighter from his pocket and jogging lightly over to his van as his knotted curls flowed out behind him. I groaned as I pulled my hands from across my chest, annoyed at myself for wasting my time, and looking like a fool for it. 

Mike and Dustin waved goodbye and shot me apologetic smiles as they slid into Mr Wheelers car, as anguish and embarrassment turned in my stomach. Eddie had humiliated me tonight, with a sudden surge of anger that launched myself off the cold metal of my car, and across the empty car park, I decided that I couldn’t sink any lower so I might as well get a few shots in since he clearly couldn’t care less about me or my juvenile crush.  

I shouted out after him as he reached up to pull himself into van, Eddie narrowed his eyes dangerously as he turned to watch me storming over to him. 

“Hey.” I shouted, my loose hair whipping wildly around my face as I spurred across the asphalt.  

“What.” He snapped, pulling his smoke from his mouth and breathing a heavy cloud into my face, I coughed and waved the haze away as it stung my eyes. 

“What’s your problem?” I demanded, planting my feet squarely in front of him so he couldn’t escape. Eddie’s eyes ran up and down my shivering form, my anger dimming as cold air brushed my skin. 

“You think I don’t know what you want? You really think I don’t notice you staring after me like a lost puppy? Your silly little crush is so obvious, I’m embarrassed for you.” He twisted his thick brows as he grinned, staring into my eyes as I grasped for a reply. 

“I uh-“ my body tingled as he watched me flounder. 

“Uh Uh Uh” He mocked me, rolling his eyes when I flinched. “You’re such a child y/n, go home.” His jacket ruffled as he spun back to tear open his driver’s side door. 

“Hey! I am not a child.” I stepped forward with my fists balled at my side, not sure what I was planning, just my irritation at his words urging me on. 

He twisted back so suddenly that his closeness caught me completely off guard, his body inches from mine as the smell of cigarettes and cologne made me recoil. I stopped breathing as I watched his tongue slide over his pink lips, the corners of them turning up into a smirk. 

“Oh please y/n. You can’t even look me in the eyes.” My cheeks flamed as I avoided his gaze, the truth in his words calling me out painfully. His frizzy curls bounced as he shook his head, the suffocating smell of tobacco spilling over me as he pulled his van door open. 

My hand flashed out to curl around the leather across his elbow, his arm tensing as he felt my touch. His flaring eyes met mine for a split second before he reached out to grab my waist, spinning me around to slam into the side of his van. He knocked my foot to the side with his, so my legs spread wider, pushing himself into the gap between them. 

“You think you’re grown enough to handle me y/n?” I wasn’t sure if it was the doubtful, teasing look in his eyes, or my anger at his rudeness, but a foreign confidence took over my body as I dug my nails into his arms hard enough to draw blood. 

He smiled as I stared up at him angrily, his five o’clock shadow bristling across his jaw. He strained as a half-smile pulled up the corner of his mouth, slowly bringing his lips closer to mine as my knees shook, he stopped as he got close enough for me to practically taste him, the lean contours of his towering body pushing in deeper against me.

“This does not mean I like you. I just like to have fun.” 

He cocked his head to the side as I considered his words, I had a moment to gulp before he shoved me harshly along the panels of his van, stumbling slightly as his rough hand guided me to the back doors, my breathing sped up as he pulled me against his chest, the coarse fabric of his leather jacket pressing in against me as he tore the door open behind me, knocking me to the floor as he climbed in after me. 

My heavy breath echoed around us as he slammed the door shut, dousing us in darkness, I fumbled back on my elbows as his shining eyes moved closer to me, crawling backwards up to the front seats, the exposed metal beneath me digging into my palms. 

“If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you.” His grin deceived his serious tone as his eyes devoured me sprawled below him, shaking with excitement as I waited for his next move. 

Fear shot through me as he lowered himself to his knees, his hungry eyes never leaving mine as he forcibly wrenched my legs apart, my heart hammered loudly in my chest, doubt flickering through my mind as my body betrayed me. I squirmed under Eddie’s touch, he calloused hands leaving behind a trail of fire along my bare skin. 

“We’re really going to fuck here. What if someone sees us?” I caught my lip between my teeth as Eddie reached up to tear his shirt hastily over his head, fondling his boner through his dark jeans. 

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” I froze as his words stabbed through me, shame pulsing through my mind as I searched his face to see he was serious. Eddie grinned as he lowered himself to hover over me, his hair tickling my chin as it fell in waves around us. 

“Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t enjoy it y/n. I can tell how much of a whore you are.” Heat buzzed through my body as I ran my eyes over his bare chest, soaking up parts of him that I had only imagined. 

“Take your clothes off right now.” He growled as I lifted my hands up to trace the muscles in his arms. He leant back to give me some space as I quickly wriggled out of my sweater and short skirt, my pale skin glowing lightly in the moonlight seeping through the windshield. His expression darkened as I laid back, he reached his hand out to explore my body, tearing my bra down my chest roughly to expose my breasts. His eyes shot up to my face as I gasped.

“I’m going to ruin you.” 

“Then why are you still talking?” 

He buried his head into my chest as his sharp teeth bit into my soft skin, his large hands wrapping around my sides, constricting around me until I struggled to breathe. I gasped as he pulled on my nipples, nibbling until they became hard, his hand snaked between my legs to rub roughly at my clit, my back arched up into his hand.  

“Suck on my fingers.” His arm moved up across my jaw as he forced me to open my mouth, shoving his hand down my throat as far as they would go until I was gagging, Eddie looked at me from where he hovered just above my panties, to smirk at me. 

“Look at you, all hot and bothered, you’re so fucking wet over me.” I moaned against his palm as his other hand pressed a long finger into me, curling up inside me mercilessly as I writhed madly from the pleasure. He pulled his drenched fingers from my mouth to wrap around my neck, squeezing until blind spots burst across my vision, his dark silhouette leaning up over me as he pumped his arm between my legs, snarling into my ear as I choked out gasps. My legs shook as the hot burning feeling twisted in my lower abdomen, he laughed as he felt me clench beneath him. 

“Not yet.”   

He sat up, pulling me with him as he forced me on my knees, his dexterous hands undoing his belt swiftly, my breath tumbled from my lips as his cock fell from his pants, barely having time to breath as he twisted his hand in my hair, guiding my mouth towards him. His fingers moved to my chin to force my lips apart, his free hand moving to brush my wayward hair away from my face as I wrapped my hand around him, I ran his tip long my parted lips, his precum making it slip back and forth easier. As soon as the first inch slipped past my mouth, he gripped the back of my head with both hands and shot forward, spit dribbling from my mouth as he forced himself deeper into my throat, I gagged as a tear escaped the corner of my eyes, Eddie’s moans filling the van as he pulled back and thrusted into my mouth, faster and faster until he shuddered and his hot cum poured over my tongue, dripping down my throat as he stroked my neck. 

His face was flushed as he pulled back to look down at me, wiping the corner of my mouth roughly, leaning me back down against the floor. 

“Swallow. All of it.” I closed my eyes as his words sent a shiver through me, silently obeying him. His cock was still hard as he stroked it, his eyes glued to my face as I licked my lips. 

 “Touch yourself.” I settled in against the rough metal beneath me, tracing the outlines of my chest, down along my soft stomach until I felt the lacy fabric of my panties. I held eye contact with him as I slipped my hand beneath them, rolling my hips as I rubbed my sensitive spot with slow circles. My eyes fluttered closed as my hand faltered, pleasure shooting through me.

“Open your eyes.” He snapped gruffly, his chest heaving as he stroked his cock faster, his eyes gleaming as he watched my body shake. My hand stopped as I gasped, my legs twitching. Eddie sighed heavily as he reached forward to knock my hand away angrily.

“Fucks sake, do it right y/n.” I moaned and reached down to grasp his arm to steady myself as he rubbed faster than me, trapping my clit between his finger tips as he rolled it back and forth, setting a pace that made me scream out in pleasure, quickly hurtling me towards an orgasm. Without missing a beat, he switched his index finger for his thumb on my clit so he could slide it inside of me, curling it back and forth as I shook.

“There we go.” He jerked his dick fast as my back arched further off the floor, shaking violently as heavenly light burst through me. My hair stuck to my mouth as I moaned, Eddie’s hand fucking me through my waves of pleasure.

He scoffed at me as I slumped against the floor, holding his hand out almost lazily towards me as I looked up at him through heavy lashes.

“Here, lick it off like the dirty slut you are.”

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“I’ll admit, you’re a lot more fun than I’d thought you be. Try not to let that go to your head.” He grinned at me over his shoulder, as he sat off the edge of his van with doors propped open, letting cold air swirl around us as he pulled his shirt over his head and shook his hair out of his collar.

“Why didn’t you want to fuck me?” I whispered as frustration flamed in my eyes again, crossing my legs and bringing them to my chin as I watched his back tense. The feeling of being used settled in my stomach uncomfortably as the lust left my body, leaving a dirty feeling behind.

“I didn’t have a condom. And if you wanted that lovey dovey shit y/n, you shouldn’t have come to me.” He jumped down from the back of the van, nodding his head towards me.

“You gotta go. I got shit to do” 

“We should probably leave anyway, before we start a scandal.” I gathered the fabric of my clothes against my chest, crawling across the floor so I could stand up to get dressed.

“Don’t act so innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” He lit up a cigarette as he turned away from me, my hand hovering in the air as I silently asked for help to get down.

“You’re mean Eddie Munson.” I stumbled as I jumped down lightly onto the road. He turned to smirk at me, blowing a cloud of smoke in my face.

“Never said I wasn’t sweetheart.” 

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Authors Note | A bit out of my comfort zone, I don't think that Eddie is actually anything like this but I wanted to write something angry lmao. I hope you enjoyed it, P.x 🌻

Also Readers - if anyone is looking for a slow burn Eddie x y/n, check out my Opposite Ends series.

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Copyright © 2022 by P.McCann.

“Why are the guys around here so boring?” You asked to no one in particular.

“I’m not boring!” Steve scoffed.

“Yeah okay,” you laughed. “What’s the most adventurous things you’ve done in bed?”

“Well…I… I’ve used a scarf?”

“A scarf?” You repeated.

“Were you cold?” Robin asked.

“No, I wasn’t cold! We used it as a blindfold,” he said sheepishly.

“I highly doubt you’ve blindfolded a girl,” you challenged.

“I never said she was the one blindfolded,” he said with a smirk.

“Harrington!” Robin gasped. Steve wiggled his eyebrows as you fake gagged.

“I can be a…what’s the new term kids are using these days…oh right, I can be daddy.” Steve tried to purr but failed miserably.

“You give off more of a mommy vibe,” you said. “You and your scarf of mystery.”

“Yeah, that’s not exactly kinky, Steve. Grandparents are using blindfolds these days,” Robin added.

“Yeah, why do you think they like knitting so much?” The three of you jumped when you heard the voice interrupt. Eddie stood there with a very amused expression on his devilishly handsome face.

“That’s gross,” Steve scowled.

“Thought it was kinky?” You laughed. Steve rolled his eyes before turning back to Eddie.

“(Y/N), here, was just saying how all the guys around here are boring in bed. Care to weigh in?”

“Steve!” You smacked his arm. “That’s not exactly appropriate to ask a customer.”

“A customer? Ouch. And here I was thinking we were friends,” Eddie said, holding his hand to his chest.

“We are friends,” you mumbled, rather embarrassed.

“Good,” Eddie beamed. He slid his return across the desk. “And I can promise you that not all the guys in this town are boring.”

Eddie sent you a wink before heading back out the door. Your jaw dropped as his words spun in your head. Robin ever so gently closed your mouth for you.

“Didn’t want you to catch any flies,” she chuckled.

“I bet he’s never used a scarf,” Steve grumbled angrily. “Maybe I should take up knitting.”

—

The next time you saw Eddie was at a small get together that Steve and Robin threw together last minute. You weren’t expecting him to be there but he was a part of the group now so you didn’t know why you didn’t think of it.

You sat in the kitchen with Nancy and Robin, lamenting about your recent and pitiful sexual conquests.

“Two dates, two duds- I literally have the worst luck!” You sighed. “I mean, is it too much to ask for a guy to eat me out and spit in my mouth?”

Nancy’s eyes widened as she looked behind you. You froze in your spot, not wanting to turn around.

“H-hey, Eddie,” Robin tried to smile awkwardly. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath. Why was it always him?

“Hey, ladies,” he coughed. “Mind if I grab a drink?”

“Go for it,” Nancy said.

Eddie moved around you and reached across you to the drinks you were sat in front of. His eyes dropped down to your lips for a split second before moving back up to your eyes.

“Hi, (y/n),” he said loud enough for only you to hear. You swore you saw a smirk on his lips but your mind went into overdrive and you had to focus solely on breathing and not passing out.

“Earth to (y/n)? Can you move so we can grab a drink?” Dustin yelled from behind Eddie.

“I got it, man,” Eddie said, reaching across you again. His body was pressed to your side as he poured a couple drinks for his friends. His scent invaded your senses as you felt the heat from his body blanket your own. You didn’t realize your fluttered closed until he cleared his throat. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered.

“You sure? I could bring you home if you’re not feeling well,” he offered.

“No! I’m good, I swear.”

“If you say so,” he chuckled. He gave you one last look-over before he finally retreated to the other room and you thought Nancy and Robin were going to double over in laughter.

“You know…Eddie might just be the solution to your little problem. He’s probably a freak in more places than just the streets,” Robin said with a wink.

“You’re insane!”

“She’s right! He’s totally into you and everyone knows you’re head over heels for him-“

“What do you mean everyone knows?” You shrieked.

“I’m just saying, you don’t exactly hide it well,” Nancy said. You rolled your eyes at your ridiculous friends and went back to sipping your drink.

You couldn’t get the image of Eddie out of your head for the rest of the night. By the time you got home, you were a mess, and not the kind you wanted to be. You settled into your bed for a long night of frustrating attempts to seek a release, one that never came.

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“It has to be me; I’m definitely broken. If I can’t even fuck myself how can I expect anyone else to?” You sighed to Robin on the other end of the phone.

“Sounds like there’s something blocking that part of your brain. It’s probably that fact that you’re lusting over a certain metalhead whom you refuse to make a move on,” she said. You groaned and threw yourself back on your bed.

“He doesn’t want me,” you told her.

“You never know until you ask.”

“Yeah well I’m never gonna ask so just drop it. Please?” You pleaded.

“…fine…I’m gonna bring a care package over to your place later and we can hang out and take your mind off of things, okay?” She said.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you later.”

You hung up with your friend and stared at your ceiling. You needed to figure something out soon or you were going to combust.

Hours passed and you almost forgot Robin’s promise to stop over. You were in nothing but an oversized tshirt and your panties, not shy in front of your lifelong friend. When you heard the doorbell ring, you thought nothing of it as you bounded down the stairs toward the front door.

“Rob- oh my god!” You froze as you saw someone who was definitely not Robin Buckley standing outside your door. “Eddie?”

“Sorry…I thought Robin told you I was coming?”

You looked at the bag in his hands, filled with some of your favorite items, and everything started to click.

“I’m gonna kill her,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing! Thanks so much for bringing this for her, you really didn’t have to go through all the trouble.”

You tried to grab the bag from his hand and close the door but his grip was tight and his stance unwavering.

“She also told me I have to stay here and make sure you relax sooo do you mind if I come in, sweetheart?” He asked, already pushing past you and into your house.

“Sure?”

“Folks aren’t home yet?” He asked, taking a look around. You stood dumbfounded in your doorway, his question snapping you back to reality.

“They’re out of town visiting friends for the week,” you answered. You closed the door behind you and went to grab the bag but he stopped you.

“Not so fast, beautiful. I need to quality check the items first.”

You didn’t think anything of it until Eddie started to pull out a wide array of items-

a box of your favorite candy, some lotion, a scarf. You were confused by the selection but nothing mortified you more than what Eddie pulled out next.

“Talk dirty to me, parts one and two,” Eddie said with a huge smile.

“Oh my god!” You snatched the pornos out of his hands and threw them back in the bag.

“Damn, when Robin said you needed to relax, I guess she wasn’t kidding,” he laughed.

“Okay, I’m thoroughly embarrassed and ready to crawl under a rock so you can go now,” you said, trying to pull him toward the door by his arm. He pulled you back flush against his chest.

“Not so fast, sweetheart. That’s no way to treat a house guest, now is it?” The deep rumble of his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“N-no,” you whispered.

“No what?”

“No…sir?”

“Good girl,” he smiled. He backed you against the wall, your heart beating a mile a minute. “Do you want me to help you relax?”

“Yes, sir,” you said without even having to think.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

“Of course,” you said with a faint smile on your lips. You trusted Eddie more than you trusted most people and you knew he would take care of you.

He grabbed the bag and led you to your bedroom. You were nervous, not because it was Eddie, but because part of you really did believe you were broken and you didn’t want to be a disappointment to Eddie.

Eddie must’ve sensed your nerves because he turned to you and grabbed both your hands, looking you in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything, you know? We can just hang out o-or I can just leave…”

“No! No, don’t go. I’m just in my head a little, that’s all,” you sighed. He brought the back of your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to it.

“I’ve got you; please don’t worry,” he said. You simply nodded before letting him grab the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head. His eyes scanned your bare torso with nothing but adoration in his eyes. He left your panties on as he laid you down on your bed. You heard the bag rustle and the scent of lavender soon filled your nose.

“Just try and relax, baby,” he said softly. He rubbed the lotion together in his hands to warm it up before gentle squeezing your shoulders and running his hands down your back. He worked your tense muscles under his calloused hands, making you melt almost instantly.

The lower his hands went, the tighter the coil went in your stomach, just begging for release. He worked on your thighs, squeezing your ass in the process. His hands lingered on your ass for a minute before they slid back up to your shoulders.

You wriggled your hips uncomfortably, preferring he would’ve shown your aching pussy some much needed attention.

Eddie got impatient with your moving so he straddled your waist and pinned your hips down with his.

“Just try and enjoy this, sweetheart,” he said.

“I’d enjoy something else a lot more,” you groaned. He hit a particularly tense spot and you moaned as he massaged the knot. You felt him shift, pressing more into your ass. You let breathy whimpers fall from your lips as he started to grind his hips against you.

“Eddie, please,” you whined.

“Please, what, baby? Ask daddy nicely,” he said. The way he said that with no shame, completely confident and in control, made your mouth go dry. He stopped the movement of his hips- “I won’t ask again.”

“P-please touch me, daddy,” you begged.

“I am touching you, love,” he chuckled.

“No, I want you to fuck me!”

He moved back and slapped your ass, making you yelp.

“Watch the attitude before I fuck it out of you,” he warned.

“If you can,” you mumbled under your breath. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back.

“What was that?” He growled in your ear.

“I don’t think you can fuck me that hard, daddy,” you challenged. He let out a dark chuckle.

“Of course you’re a fucking brat,” he laughed. “I should’ve guessed. Maybe that’s why no other little boys in this town could satisfy you. You needed a man to know how to handle you, baby. Is that it?”

His other hand snaked it’s way into your panties; he was delighted to find out just how wet you already were for him.

“Yes, please. I need you!”

“There’s your manners; what a good girl.”

“Mm, yes. I’m a good girl, I’m your good girl,” you mumbled incoherently as he started to rub slow circles on your clit.

“That’s what I thought,” he said with a smug smirk.

You were trying to grind against his hand, trying to get more stimulation but he wasn’t having it. You were flipped onto your back and panties were ripped from your body, exposing your slick pussy to Eddie. He reached over to the bag and grabbed the scarf that you were suspecting Steve had something to do with.

“Since you have a problem with holding still-“ he grabbed your wrists and tied them with the scarf, putting them over your head. “Don’t. Move.”

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered.

Eddie crawled down so he was eye level with your pussy and it was hard not to move with anticipation. You needed him to touch you, to do anything, but you certainly weren’t expecting him to dive in and eat your pussy like a starving man.

“Eddie!” You shrieked. Your hands flew down to his hair and he immediately stopped.

“This is your one warning, babe,” he said as he threw your hands back up.

He turned his attention back to your clit, giving it kitten licks with his tongue. He would tease it at your entrance, only to return to your sensitive bundle of nerves. He was quickly bringing you to the brink of an orgasm, faster than you’ve ever gotten yourself there.

“Fuck, please. Please make me cum,” you whined. “Use your fingers.”

“You’re in no place to be making demands, princess,” he chuckled, his chin glistening. “The only thing going inside you tonight is my cock.”

His words alone were enough to build a fire in your stomach. He gripped your hips and pulled you flush with his face and you were certain he wasn’t even breathing. He ravaged his pussy with his tongue. Your head was swimming but you tried your best not to move, terrified he would stop and wouldn’t let you come. What a cruel punishment that would be- the only man to ever even bring you close to an orgasm only to take it away because you disobeyed.

The closer you came to the edge, the louder you chanted his name. He focused solely on your clit, providing enough pressure to finally push you over the edge. Your body convulsed as a powerful orgasm crashed over you. He didn’t let you go however, continuing to lap at your pussy as you came.

Once he was satisfied with his work, he crawled over your body and you expected him to kiss you but he didn’t. Instead, he tapped your jaw and said, “open.”

Your eyes widened more than your mouth when he spit directly onto your tongue. He didn’t even have to ask you to swallow, just smiled with pride as you did.

“Somebody listens,” you said with a smirk.

“Of course. How else am I gonna please my girl?” He asked. Your brain short circuited when he called you that but you played it cool.

“That was amazing, Eddie,” you sighed happily.

“Did you think I was done with you yet? I told you, the only thing inside you tonight is gonna be my cock. So if it’s okay with you, I’d like to feel just how well you take my cock,” he said with a devilish grin.

“Do I get to lose the scarf?” You asked.

“Only because you were such a good girl for daddy.”

He untied you and threw it to the side of the bed. He finally took off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in his underwear. You could see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric and it made your mouth water.

You reached toward the hem of his underwear and he let you take them off. You ran your fingers along his length, as if memorizing every detail.

You leaned forward and he stopped you. Your heart nearly stopped, thinking you did something wrong.

“I just can’t wait to feel your pussy, baby. That’s all,” he reassured you.

“Please, daddy? I just wanna taste you.”

“Are you questioning me? You take what daddy gives you and then you thank him.”

He lined up with your entrance, gathering your slick on his head.

“Daddy thinks quite highly of himself,” you teased.

“God, maybe I should fuck your mouth just to shut you up,” he growled.

“You won’t,” you challenged further.

Without warning, he slammed balls deep into you.

“You’re right. I won’t. Greedy little sluts don’t get what they want. You’re gonna get used however I want. I’m gonna fuck your pussy until you can’t even think of walking. You’re gonna milk my cock until I fill you with my cum.”

You were left breathless at his relentless thrusts but still managed to croak out a moan when he said that.

“Oh you like that, dirty girl? Of course you do. Letting me fuck you raw. You’re gonna let me cum so deep inside you, yeah?” His head fell into the crook of your neck as you raked his back with your nails.

“Daddy, I’m so close. Can I cum? Please, daddy, let me cum,” you cried. Literal tears formed in your eyes as you felt the coil tighten in your stomach once more.

“Shit, what a good girl. Fuck, didn’t even have to tell you to ask permission,” he grunted. “Cum, sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.”

The tears flowed freely as your vision went white and all you could hear was static for a second before returning to reality. Eddie fucked you through your orgasm- trying so hard to keep his rhythm while close to cumming himself.

“Ohh fuck!” A few more thrusts and he was emptying into you, spreading a warmth throughout your entire body.

He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak out of you, down your shaking thighs, and onto your now ruined bed sheets.

“Shit, are you okay?” He asked, wiping the tears from your face.

“Yeah, sorry. That was just…I’m speechless. Phenomenal doesn’t even begin to describe it,” you said.

“You mean it?” He asked. His overconfident facade melted away and it made your heart swell.

“Eddie, that was everything I could’ve asked for and more.” You placed a gentle hand on his face and he leaned into your touch.

“I haven’t even kissed you yet,” he chuckled.

“Did you want to?”

“I would like to kiss you every day if I got the chance,” he admitted.

“I think that could be arranged,” you said before pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

“You’re gonna have to learn to obey your daddy then,” he told you.

“Yeah, good luck with that,” you laughed.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. That just means I get to punish you and fuck you ten times harder.”

“That better be a promise, not a threat.”

“God, you’re perfect.” He kissed you again and pulled you on top of his chest. “Get plenty of rest, sweet girl. Tomorrow we’re having a whole date day to make up for this unceremonious rendezvous.”

“We can return the scarf to Steve,” you chuckled.

“And you can thank Robin for setting this up.”

“Yeah…I should thank her…right after I kill her for embarrassing me so much.”

“It worked out, didn’t it?” He retorted.

“I guess it did,” you said with a smile. “Now that I know you can make me cum, I’m never letting you go.”

“I’ll make you cum every goddamn day if it means I get to keep you.”

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"are you cold?" eddie speaks aloud. you turn to him, see the full concern that coats the umber of his eyes. it seems like he's seen the way the hairs on your arms had risen, and the shiver you let out from head to toe.

"uh- yes,"

he leans forward, shrugging off his precious leather jacket without hesitance. the chain on his sleeve tinkles together as he does this, and you see his lanky arms for the first time. You familiarize yourself with the Van Halen shirt he's wearing, with the skulls on his fingers, and the cute act of his tongue poking out. when he's done, he urges you to lean front so he could place his jacket around you.

eddie's scent of cheap perfume, faint cigarettes, dirt, and bergamot mingles with your own. and you don't care. you wrap the leather around you tighter, smiling like an idiot to yourself and you can see at the corner of your eye that he's smiling too.

and that he's lowered the ac.

"you alright now, sweets?"

his sobriquet makes you flush even harder (it makes you want to pounce on him more). "yeah. thank you."

when he goes back to his seat with a dizzying smile, your impatience gets the best of you, and you can't take it anymore.

you remember that his windows are tinted, and you take this as an opportunity to crawl and position yourself on his lap, almost toppling the popcorn over to the ground. eddie yelps, no longer seeing the projected movie and small cars.

"oh, well hey there," he purrs, face shifting into a sultry vein. "what's up, baby?"

you impatiently take his hand, pressing your thumb right on his palm and shove it right beneath your skirt, guiding his fingers on the hem of your cotton panties as you murmur. "what'd i gotta do for you to touch me and get rid of that gentleman facade, huh?"

eddie feigns an offended frown. "well, first of all, i am extremely offended that my gentleman-ness has been reduced to a facade," your laugh turns into a soft gasp when his finger traces the band of your panties, hooking them around his index. "second, you don't have to do anything. i've wanted to touch you since i saw you in this pretty dress, baby. i just didn't because, well, i'm-"

"a gentleman," you roll your eyes. "i know,"

he pulls the band back and snaps it against your skin. you jolt, the swell of your clit against your panties grinding on his denim clad thigh. and it makes you moan wantonly. eddie chuckles, his vacant hand coming up to slither around your waist up to the bottom of your spine to push you closer to him.

"'d you want me to touch you, pretty girl?" he leans up, bumping his nose with yours in a teasing kiss with his lips grazing your own. you nod, and he's displeased with the lack of verbal communication. "i want words, doll. or else i wouldn't be able to give you what you want,"

whining, your eyes flutter shut when he bounces his knee. "i– please touch me, eddie. please please please."

"but i am touching you," he cocks his head to the side. "come on. you didn't seem to have any struggle being brave earlier. what's got you all shy, baby?"

you.

"touch me here," you wrap your hand around his wrist that presses up on the fat of your thigh. "want you to touch my pussy. all wet for you, fucking— fucking aching for you, eddie. she's in pain,"

eddie lets out the prettiest, sensual sound in the back of his throat when you begin grinding on his thigh.

"ohh- fuck, you vixen," he chuckles. "i'm gonna touch you now, 'kay? gonna be a good girl and let me touch you like the little needy whore you are?"

"can i touch you, too?" his eyes widen, pupils blown in dusk arousal. "wanna feel how hard your cock is for me."

he nods.

"use your words, baby boy,"

"yeah you can touch me," eddie decides he's had enough, pushing the skirt of your dress up until he sees your panties. "aw, they're cute. think you can kneel up a bit and help me remove them?"

you raise yourself off his lap, his hands tugging the left side down until you're able to slip your leg off the hole. the same goes for the other leg and soon, you're pressing your drenched cunt on his thigh, dark blue denim almost turning back.

eddie raises your panties up to his nose, sniffing them like a blooming flower in the field (or special k, as he prefers to describe it). and then he licks a fat stripe on the arousal right in the middle, before throws it behind into nowhere.

"smells amazing," eddie finally drags a finger through your slick folds. "and feels amazing too. jeez, sweetheart,"

moaning loudly, you throw your head back; a hand on his shoulder and the other tight on the handcuffs on his belt. he decides to shut you up by smashing his lips with yours, the salty taste of caramel amalgamated by your grazing tongues. you mewl softly against him when he starts rubbing slow circles on your clit.

his vacant hand takes the leather jacket off your shoulders, throwing it behind where your panties are. the feeling of his slow, teasing figure-eight rubs on your clit is titillating, ignites a flame at the bottom of your belly.

"you hear that, babe?" he means the shlick sound of your pussy. "god, you're so wet,"

you start to unbuckle his belt, which you surprisingly undid with ease. when eddie comes up to lift himself and your sensitive cunt presses against his hand and jeans, you cry out when he pulls his pants down to his knees, his hand on your back lowering you down to his bare, hairy thigh.

reaching down, you tug his cock out of his boxers and you gape, eyes half-lidded and dripping with bliss. "fuck, you're hot."

"i'm gonna pretend you said that while looking at my face, baby," he pinches at your clit which makes you wince. eddie moves down to prod at your tight, fluttering entrance, just when you lick up your palm and wrap your hand on his cock, just above his heavy sack.

your thumb presses on the tendril vein on his cock, squeezing just enough that a rivulet of precum drips down to your hand. eddie hisses and hides it through an incredulous laugh, fucking two of his fingers in without warning.

he fucks them deep and slow, his fingers stretching your tiny hole open with his thumb stimulating your clit; you opt on revenge, moving your hand up and down his hardened dick in a tantalizing way that you can see his balls clench.

you hear screams from the movie behind you and the muffled gasps of couples and families from the inside of their cars but you don't care; not when eddie's fingerfucking picks up its pace and fastens, middle and index deep in your gummy walls, his palm slamming up at your clit.

eddie's cock squelches the faster you jerk him off. "ohh, baby. fuck yeah- your hand feels so good. shit- shit ohh yes. such a good girl, aren't you? so brave, jerking me off in my van surrounded by other people. takin' my fingers so well in this tight hole of yours like a slut. hmmm, yeah."

your orgasm comes quicker than you expected, finding yourself humping his hand like a bitch in heat. you slam your lips against his once more, nipping at his bottom lip when you mewl out, "i'm gonna cum!— christ, your hand feels amazing..."

"me too, baby," you flick your wrist, thumb running across his throbbing slit. "gon' cum with me? wanna see you make a mess on my hand, cream all over my fingers, yeah?"

a few more fingerfucks and lewd jerking and you both cum— your own on his palm and his seed on your fist, hands unstopping until you've milked each other dry. eddie's hips stutter, head throwing back to his seat and hisses in sensitivity while you hump him still, squelching on his hand.

finally, he pulls them out and plucks them in his mouth, sucking all your cum off. he smirks when your jaw slackens, the thick, pearlescent substance lathered over the thick muscle of his tongue.

"need a tissue, babe? or do you— oh, holy mother of ozzy,"

you lick his cum off your fist, starting from the side of your hand to suctioning four fingers into your mouth to swallow all his salty semen. his eyes practically roll to the back of his head, your tongue cleaning his spend from your hand. your clean thumb traces his lips open, which he submissively parts, and you shove your cum-covered thumb inside his mouth and press down on his tongue.

"eddie— yeah, suck on my thumb. shit."

"this is so not over, sweetheart," he chases your lips in quick pecks, swapping cums and salivas. "gonna breed this fucking pussy. stuff you full of my cum, hm?"

you nod. "fuck, yes."

Not that Eddie was in any place to judge your appearance.  He'd walked here in the rain and probably looked a mess.  "Of course!" he offered as he stepped inside and you shut your door behind him.  He slipped off his jacket and tossed it on the couch, shaking the rain off his hair in a way not dissimilar to a dog after a bath.  "Wow, storm's been pretty relentless, huh?"

"Yeah," you agreed quietly, reaching up to cross your arm over your chest and clutch your opposite elbow.  "The cops said that's why they couldn't catch the guy— rain washed away fingerprints, and mud filled footprints, so…"

He nodded, looking down nervously at his shoes on top of your pale blue linoleum. "Can't believe some asshole's breaking into trailers.  What valuables does he think you have in here?"

"Well, they said he might have been looking for me…"

Eddie instantly regretted mentioning it.  He hadn't even thought of it like that, and it made a surge of emotions hit him when he did; most of all, a strange instinct to make sure you were safe.  "Do they think he might come back?"

You bit your lip, glancing down too with a shrug.

"Well, nobody's gonna try and mess with you once they get a glimpse of Smith & Wesson," he added jokingly, hoping to lighten the mood.

"Eddie!" you gasped.  "Did you bring a gun?"

You said it like it was a dirty word, even though he knew you had a revolver in here at some point.  "No, no," he assured, "those are my biceps: Smith—" he flexed one arm— "and Wesson." He bit his lip as he flexed the other, raising and dropping his eyebrows quickly.  You laughed, covering your nose and mouth with your hand as you snorted.  

He was quite proud of himself for amusing you, and even slightly hopeful that the tank top he was wearing (which he'd made by slicing the sleeves off of an old Zeppelin shirt) actually made him look muscular.

"So… I'll set up on the couch?" he assumed.

"Oh," you mumbled, seeming shy again.  "I mean, if you want…"

"What's the other option?" he wondered.

"Well," you said quietly, crossing your arms— damn it, he'd made you uncomfortable somehow.  Eddie was perceptive enough to read your demeanor, but too oblivious to understand what he'd done to make you shut down.  "The couch is fine."

He sighed, stepping closer to you.  "You said over the phone that it would make you feel better if I came over.  That's literally what I came for.  So, tell me what I can do.  I can stay up all night— or I can sleep outside on the porch if you want!"

"No!" you refused, starting to smile again.  "If it's not too weird, I thought you could be in my room with me.  I just…"

You sighed and began again, while Eddie's heart sped up a bit.

"If something happened, I wouldn't want you all the way across the house."

He looked to the bedroom door, to the couch, and back again.  "Sweets, it's a trailer," he announced with a sarcastic tone and a raised eyebrow.  "It's, like, five steps across."

"Come on," you rolled your eyes, "you know what I mean!"

"I do," he relented, "and it's fine.  I can be in your room if you want."

You smiled bashfully, looking down and pulling your shoulders up to your ears.  "Thanks," you breathed.

He hadn't asked the obvious question yet because he didn't want to seem too forward— maybe he'd walk in to your bedroom with you and see a pallet on the floor by the bed already; or, maybe he'd walk in and see a typical trailer bedroom which takes its name quite seriously and barely has room for anything but the bed.

When you guided him down the hall, he swallowed as he realized it was indeed the second.  "Sorry, it's kinda messy in here," you offered as you quickly kicked some trash aside, straightening out your bedspread a bit.  "I'm not usually this much of a slob, I swear—"

"No, it's okay, I'm in no place to judge," he promised, "and it's been clean when I've been here before."

He hadn't come over that many times, especially after you stopped smoking pot for your job so he didn't sell to you anymore.  He considered offering to toke up with you now, he thought it might call your nerves (which is why he brought some in his jacket pocket just in case), but it never really came up— you just seemed excited for a chance to get some sleep, considering you clearly hadn't been resting well.

"I'll stay on top of the sheets," he decided suddenly.  "For your modesty."

You nodded but started to pull down your pants a second later; he suddenly found the farthest corner of your ceiling quite fascinating and stared at it intently.  So much for modesty.  "I never sleep with pants," you explained as you crawled into the bed in just your loose t-shirt and white cotton panties.

"Lucky for you, I always keep mine on," he offered with a weak laugh.  Normally he would lose his shirt first, though, but it wasn't restrictive anyways, so he just laid on top of the bed carefully.  He sighed as he found a semi-comfortable position on his back, interlacing his fingers and resting the joined hands on his stomach.

"Don't tell me you actually sleep like that," you noticed with a smirk, and he looked at your face where it was peeking out from under the puffy quilt.

"Normally I sleep hanging upside down in the closet with my arms crossed," he joked, demonstrating the classic vampire-sleeping-in-coffin pose, and you laughed.

"You always struck me as a stomach sleeper," you informed him.  Wait, she's thought about that?

"I usually go for the left side," he corrected.  “You?”

“Lately I’ve just been curled up in a ball,” you admitted, “but I move around a lot— and you can wake me up if I’m snoring!”

“No, it’s fine,” he promised.

“Okay, well, goodnight,” you decided, reaching up to your bedside lamp.  Eddie began to turn onto his left side, which meant he was facing you, and adjusted the pillow under his head carefully.  He could tell you normally used this pillow because it smelled like your hair— was that why his heart was racing each time he took a breath in?

You flipped off the light, plunging the room into near-total darkness except for the distant yellow glow of another trailer’s porch light peeking through your blinds.  "It's okay if I sleep, right?" he whispered.  "You don't want me to stay up in case something—?"

"It's fine, I just want someone here," you explained.  Your voice got softer as you admitted, "I've never liked sleeping alone."

"That… explains a lot."

"Hey!" you yelped defensively, and he heard you turn under the blanket to face him.  "Are you calling me a slut?"

He raised his eyebrows.  "Are you denying it?"

You harrumphed.  "I know you can see my door from your window, but you've gotta stop spying, Ed— it's creepy.  And it's none of your business if guys are coming over."

"I know!  That's why I don't look— which is why you don't have a handy eyewitness for your B&E."

"I don't have an eyewitness because you were dead asleep," you corrected, "and so was everyone else. I'm guessing that was his motive for trying to get in at four in the morning."

There was a weighty pause.  "I don't spy on you," he insisted again.

"Okay, sure," you agreed, "not anymore."

"I never did!"

"Right,” you said, and he could hear your smirk even if he couldn’t see it.  He sighed, relenting to your depiction of him as a creep who watches you from his window— until the silence got longer and longer, and he just couldn’t help himself.

“I just wanted to make sure nobody shifty was coming around,” he blurted out, hearing you let out a quiet laugh.

“Eddie, they were all shifty,” you sighed.  He didn’t say anything, because he was afraid if he agreed too quickly it would offend you.  “Goodnight,” you offered again.

“Goodnight,” he returned quietly.

There was another long silence, almost long enough that he really thought you would fall asleep— personally, he was wired and would probably spend a few hours listening to you breathe before he drifted off— until you spoke again just a bit later.  "You're not cold, are you?" you whispered.

"Huh?  No, no," he denied.  Yes.

"You can get under the covers…"

God, he wanted to. And he figured he'd be able to control himself and everything— but he hesitated.  It wasn't too far, right?  Friends can share beds… even if he really didn't think until now that you and him actually were that kind of friends.  It's not like you were ever especially close, you just talked sometimes, even less now that you weren't a customer.  He was pretty surprised when you called him to ask for this.

And in the dark, Eddie got a little braver.

"Why did you ask me to come here?" he suddenly interrogated, until he heard how sleazy that question sounded.  "Uh, I mean, not why did you ask me to come here, but… why did you ask me?"

"Because I trust you," you answered simply.  "You always made me feel safe.  There aren't a lot of guys in this trailer park that I want here to try to defend me if it comes down to it— I mean, fuck, one of them is probably the guy who tried to break in that night!"

He nodded, already trying to imagine which of those lowlifes might try to hurt you— and wondering if he could take them.  He sighed when he realized that he didn't have much chance fighting any of the men here.  Unless it was Ricky Lupowski, Eddie had no shot— but even then, he didn't exactly want to beat up a twelve-year-old.  Hell, you could take Ricky if he was giving you any trouble, Eddie knew you were pretty tough: that was part of why it was so jarring to see you this vulnerable.  "I'm not the toughest guy you could call, though," he reminded you.  "I know people think I look kinda scary, but—"

"I know," you agreed.  "You're not the toughest guy, but… you're the safest."

Suddenly he wanted to switch his story— me, safe?  Nah, babe, danger's my middle name!  Hardened criminal, metal guitarist, occasionally maker of an illegal U-turn—

"That's why I wanted you to come," you finished, "and it's why I don't care if you get under the covers if you're cold up there."

From the looks of the guys he'd seen coming to your door when he definitely wasn't spying, it seemed like danger was usually what you wanted between your sheets.  And sure, Eddie wasn't exactly the valedictorian in khakis that he assumed every girl wants to bring home to mom— but he knew he wasn't like your usual fare either: no motorcycle, no neck or face tattoos, no prison time (yet).  

“B-but don’t feel like you have to,” you suddenly mitigated.

“No, it’s cool,” he decided as he curled his legs up to his chest so he could slip under the blanket and top sheet.  “They, uh, feel nice…”

“Thanks,” you mumbled. 

“Are they expensive or something?” he wondered as he adjusted himself in them— you were still a few inches away from him, but somehow it was like he could feel your body heat from all the way over here.

“No, they’re just clean,” you explained.

“Right…” he trailed off.  “Anyways, I’m glad you trust me— not just ‘cause it means I get to sleep under the covers.”

You snorted.  “Sure,” you shrugged.

“I mean it— if I can make you feel safer, that’s good,” he announced.  He was, in part, trying to convince himself; because in a certain way, it did sting.  You invited him here specifically because you knew he wouldn’t try anything, and you were right, but he sort of wished sometimes that he was the kind of guy you’d invite over for some comfort of the non-platonic variety.  But, he still really enjoyed being the guy that made you laugh, and the guy that made you feel safe, and the guy that got to be here with you right now.

"Actually, I thought if Wayne answered the phone, I might ask him to come,” you admitted.  “He told me when I first moved in to let him know if anybody here gave me any trouble— including but not limited to you.”

Sounds like Wayne.

“But I figured he'd turn it down— like, he'd say something about how I'm an unmarried young lady and he wouldn't wanna 'disrespect' me," you chuckled.  

"Yeah, he's pretty old school," Eddie agreed, "but he'd keep you safe for sure.  He actually would have brought a gun.  If he decided to come in the damn trailer at all."

“Yeah,” you laughed, “old people are weird.  Like, apparently they think if you spend the night here that’s the same as us having sex?”

He laughed too.  “Yeah, that’s so crazy.  ‘Cause obviously we’re not…”

“Of course!” you agreed emphatically.  “You’re just doing me a favor.  Which I really appreciate— I know it’s probably harder for you to sleep here.”

“No, it’s great, actually,” he blurted out— realizing it sounded sort of weird once it was out of his mouth.  “For Wayne, I mean.  He got to upgrade from the fold-out bed tonight.”

“Oh, that’s good,” you hummed, but his eyebrows furrowed when he felt you shake.  It happened again, and he realized: “Sweets, are you shivering?”

“Y-yeah, but the sheets are just cold still,” you explained.  

“You took off your pants!” he remembered.

“Well, I can’t sleep with them on!” 

“Yeah, but you can’t sleep if you’re freezing, either,” he sighed.  “Did you ever get your heater fixed?”

“Um…”

He frowned.  “Didn’t that break like two months ago?”

“Y-yeah, but who needs a heater in August?”

“It’s not August,” he reminded you.

“But it was when it broke.”

He rolled his eyes, but then you shivered again.  “It dropped, like, twenty degrees when this rain came in,” he reminded you.  

“Yeah, I noticed,” you replied.

The next time you shivered, he heard your teeth chattering, and he instinctively scooted closer to you.  “Is there another blanket I can get you?” he asked.

“No, but—” you began, and his breath caught when he felt your hand— your ice cold hand— reach out and touch his shoulder.  “You can just—”

You moved closer to him and he started to move back.  “I don’t think I should—”

"Just, hold me?” you pleaded in a quiet, meek voice.  “So I can get warm enough to fall asleep?"

God, he was so completely powerless to you asking that, even if he knew it was a bad idea.  He wanted to help you so badly— and he knew it was more than your temperature that made you ask him for that.  He’d never seen you like this: scared and weak and worried.  “O-okay,” he agreed quietly, reaching his arms out and letting you settle between them.

Your face pressed to his chest, your nose poking his skin that was left exposed by the low and jagged cut— and the tip of that was cold too, he could just imagine giving it a little kiss.

“Is this okay?” he asked, and he felt you nod.  Carefully, he let his arm rest so it draped around you— but he didn’t let his hand touch anything but the sheets on the other side.

You hummed as you pressed yourself against him even more, your legs tangling with his, your tits— oh god, he couldn’t even think about your tits right now, because if he did he would remember that they were squished up on his torso and he’d wonder if being so cold meant your nipples were hard—

He cleared his throat, knowing that through his sweatpants, his dick was pressed to your tummy.  He willed it to somehow not get hard from this, putting all his energy into not moving or reacting at all.

“Thanks,” you whispered.  “This helps a lot.”

“Of course,” he breathed in return.  “Wh-whatever helps…”

He felt you take a deep breath against his skin, the softest fan of warm air hitting him when you exhaled.  Your arm was around him, but he hissed when you slid your hand up and the cold skin made contact with his bare back.  “Sorry,” you reacted instantly.

“No, it’s okay— you’ll warm up soon,” he promised.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “why are you so warm?”

Now he understood why the phrase ‘you make me hot’ meant that you were attracted to someone.  He nearly said it out loud, guess I’m just hot for you, but amazingly he caught himself.  Instead he only shrugged.

“I’m glad you came over,” you told him, and he could hear your voice getting a little more slurred— you were so tired, poor thing, you’d mentioned over the phone that you hadn’t really been sleeping.

“Can you really fall asleep like this?” he asked quietly.  Cause I sure can’t.

“No, I was just gonna get warm,” you admitted, “I’ll turn the other way when it’s time to sleep.”

Turn the other way… wait, she doesn’t mean—

Yeah, you did.  A few minutes later you flipped yourself around with a sleepy mumble of ‘g’night, Ed’ and made him into your unwilling big spoon.

Okay, not totally unwilling, but completely in over his head.  His problem wasn’t with the cuddling, it was with knowing it was all just supposed to be friendly, it was with wondering if you were coming onto him (unlikely) or just stupid (also unlikely), it was with trying not to get a horribly-timed but perfectly-warranted boner.

It was just these stupid sweatpants and your little white panties between him and your ass— he could feel the shape of it, even the warmth of your skin, through everything and he was going to lose his goddamn mind. 

You did move around in your sleep, like you warned him that you would, but you hadn’t warned him about those pretty sighs, the soft little hums, the way you’d stretch a bit and arch your back…

For the first hour, he just held you, and listened to you, and drank it all in.

You warmed up quick while he was holding you, you felt so nice to hold— he wanted to hold you tighter and pull you closer and kiss your cheek or your ear or your shoulder, but he couldn’t.  He almost wondered if he could, without waking you up, as he started to get sleepier himself and his logic began to slip.

He fell asleep in that way where he didn’t even realize he’d been asleep when he woke up, if you’d asked him he would’ve denied it— but you weren’t asking him, you were holding his arm close to your chest, pressing back against him, rubbing against him.

Oh god, he was hard, he was fucking throbbing, and you were breathing heavier as you grinded up on him.

When he opened his mouth, he fully intended on asking you what you were doing, or maybe apologizing for his boner, but then you arched your back harder, and he realized two things: one, you knew exactly what you were doing; and two, he didn’t need to apologize.  So, instead, he let a low groan fall from his lips, and you moaned a bit in reply.

He rocked his hips, pushing his cock right between where your panties were riding up and hugging your ass; you moaned again, still shaky but a bit more confident, and he wondered if maybe he was dreaming.  It wouldn’t be the first time he dreamt about this.

His hand was already on your chest, so he only had to move his hand down a bit to slip his fingers inside your tight t-shirt and feel your tits.  He groaned as soon as he felt how soft your skin was, how hard and excited your nipples were.  Your hips gyrated when he played with them, and feeling the control he had over you from such a simple action— just one slight curl of his finger and you gasped and arched your back deeper, your whole body under his command— made his cock twitch and weep inside his sweats.

When he took his hand out of your shirt and moved down to hold your hip tightly instead, you whimpered quietly.  “Eddie,” you moaned under your breath, instantly bringing him back to reality; this was actually happening.

Guilt twisted in his chest, but need still controlled his mind.  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked quickly.

“N-no!” you whimpered.  “I like it.”

He sighed and kept going with your blessing, securing his grip on your hips and letting his fingertips toy with the elastic holding up your panties.  When he thrusted again, a long drag of his cock against you that let you both feel every detail of each other, your head fell back and your neck was right there for the taking.

He leaned down and latched his lips onto it, kissing all along your pulse, and you moaned louder.  "You can fuck me if you want."

That should've been hot— and it sort of was, especially in your whispered voice— but it hurt his heart a little bit and he stopped kissing you.  "If I want?" he repeated, feeling you nod against his shoulder.  "What do you want, sweets?"

"I… I want you to," you answered.

"Baby," he whispered, feeling you shiver in his arms when he said it— in a different way than before.  "I— I know you're feeling vulnerable right now… I wouldn't wanna take advantage."

"You wouldn't be."

"You don't need to do this to make me stay."

"You don't need to do this to make me want you here," you replied.  "But I want you.  Please, Ed."

He hadn't been trying to make you beg, he almost felt guilty for it— making this poor girl plead with him for some affection when she's scared and alone.  But he was too busy feeling turned on like crazy to feel really guilty; because he never thought he'd hear you beg for him like that, and it was beautiful.  Sexy, yes, and erotic, but most of all beautiful.

Rolling you onto your back, he climbed up over you and felt your legs spread instantly— god, that was just too perfect.

In the dark, he still couldn’t see much, but there was just enough light to see your eyes blinking up at him.  It reminded him why he called you sweets as much as he could get away with it: because you were just so sweet, the sweetest eyes, the sweetest smile, the sweetest lips that he wanted to kiss until they were swollen and wet—

He grabbed your panties at the seam on your hip and snapped them in two; you gasped as he tossed them away, wiggling under him excitedly.  When he laid his body on top of yours now, he could feel your pussy through his pajamas.  Speaking of swollen and wet…

“Oh my god,” you breathed, reaching up to hold onto his bicep— Wesson, specifically.  “Eddie, you’re— fuck, get these off…”

Your free hand started tugging on the waistband of his pants, and just your fingers ghosting over his hip was enough to make him moan.  He grabbed where the gray fabric gathered, about to help you pull them down, until he remembered.  "Shit, I, uh," he choked, "I didn't bring any condoms."

Obviously.  Because what kind of creep brings condoms when his friend asks for help?  But now he was kicking himself wishing he'd had the foresight somehow.

"I could go back and—"

"No," you interrupted, clutching at his tank top.  "Don't leave, you don't need to wear one anyways."

Oh, dangerous territory.  Compulsory, cautionary health class videos flashing through his mind…

"I mean, you're clean, right?" you assumed.

"Yeah, I've never— well, I've never actually done it without protection before, so—"

"Me either," you explained, "and I'm on the pill— and I… I wanna feel you."

"That's… hot," he admitted with a tilted grin.  "Shit, really?"

You bit your lip as you nodded, and he growled playfully at you as he leaned in and kissed your neck.  You writhed beneath him happily, your plump little mound rubbing on him through his sweats— and he would give you anything you wanted after you did that.

"Y'wanna feel me, sweets?" he taunted lowly.  "Wanna feel my cock stretching you out?  We can do that.  Gonna fuck you raw."

You whined and arched your back.  "Please, Eddie— that's what I want."

"Shh," he soothed, reaching down to push the stretchy waistband over his hips to his thighs.  His cock sprang free and brushed on the inside of your leg for a moment, making you move your hips again— so he held them down with one hand.  "Baby, I'm gonna give it to you, okay?  Calm down."

"I just need you," you whispered, tugging on his shirt again.  "Eddie, I just need you inside me—"

He moved his head between your lips, groaning at how warm you were already— god, you must be like an oven inside.

When he found your opening, he didn't waste much time before pressing forward and sliding himself in.  It was a specific feeling— overwhelming, yet irresistible.  It was nearly too much for both of you and yet he had to keep going, had to fill more of you until his pelvis was grinding on your clit and the tip of his cock was reaching right to the end of you.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned the second he was buried inside— not just because it felt good, but because he knew instantly he couldn't go back now.  Feeling you bare, getting drenched by your sticky, hot walls… how was he supposed to be satisfied with anything else again?  Or maybe it wasn't the lack of a barrier that made it so good— maybe that was just you.

Either way, he didn't want to go back: to condoms, to other girls, to any of it.  He didn't want anything but this.

"Baby," he said again, holding you a little tighter.  "Is this how you want it?  Deep and slow?"

You whined quietly, clutching at his back.  "Y-you can go a little faster," you offered.

"Mm," he moaned as he rocked his hips more quickly, your heat gripping him so well he struggled to control himself.  "Like this?"

"Yes," you praised, "oh, Eddie, just like that— fuck me like that."

Christ.  You were gonna make him lose it too fast, talking like that and feeling so damn good.  You were like heaven inside— cozy and warm like a living room on a Christmas card.  Which, yes, he was well aware was a bizarre thing to compare a vagina to, but he wasn't gonna say it out loud or anything!  Babe, your pussy's like a Norman Rockwell painting might not even be Eddie's worst attempt at dirty talk in his life, to be honest.

"Ah, fuck," you panted, arching your back as he gave you a little more force with his thrusts.  "Did you ever… did you think about this?"

"Yeah," he admitted instantly.  "I mean, a few times.  It's hard not to…"

"Did you hope something would happen tonight?" you pressed, voice all wavery and breathless.

At best, he had hoped the way you hope you're gonna win the lottery or that a unicorn will appear in your yard.  "I didn't think about it like that," he assured, "I knew you were scared, I just—" he hissed as he struggled to focus on this conversation with everything he was feeling— "wanted to protect you."

Then the thought hit him, and he had to ask.

"Did you know something would happen tonight?" he returned.

"I told myself I wouldn't," you breathed, "but you… smell really nice."

Holy shit, I owe Wayne my life for getting me this cologne for my birthday last year.

"And you're so sweet," you added with a pant, "and honestly I've wanted you since—"

"Don't tell me," he interrupted, "I don't wanna know— unless you're about to say since you walked in the door, I'll drive myself crazy knowing I could've had you sooner, that we could've been doing this for months."

You sighed in agreement; it seemed like you were getting even wetter the longer he went on, and he groaned as he heard the beautifully filthy noise of his cock churning inside your walls— and it felt even better than it sounded.

"Feels so good," he blurted out, resting his forehead on the pillow just beside yours.  

"You too," you sighed.  "S'big, Eddie, and without anything I can feel how warm you are…"

"Warm, me?" he laughed thinly.  "Shit, you feel so hot inside I figured I felt like a popsicle to you."

You giggled, and god, what a beautiful sound.  Making you laugh was an honor enough— if he could make you come, too, he'd be king of the world.

In the spirit of that goal, he started fucking you a little faster, pressing in all the way with every thrust.

"Oh god, Eddie, so deep, you're so deep," you groaned.  "Fuck!”

He grinned proudly, reaching under you to move your hips— he lifted them just how he wanted them, forcing his cock even deeper inside you the next time he thrusted, and he got to grope your ass a bit so it was really a win-win.

He saw your eyes roll back and it just made him want to fuck you even harder.

“Tell me what you need,” he asked.  “Tell me how to help you, sweets.”

“I— I just need you to touch me,” you returned, your voice sounding a little hoarse. 

“Where?”

“Anywhere,” you choked, “everywhere… your hands feel good.”  He groped your tits first— easy choice— and heard you mewl happily.  “Fuck,” you breathed when he pinched a tender nipple, and he felt your walls bare down on him for a moment— so he did it again.

“You’re so sensitive,” he noticed proudly, beginning to drag his hand down over your abdomen as he watched the anticipation build on your face.  “How about your little button, s’it sensitive too?”

“Yeah, fuck,” you encouraged, moaning and dropping your head back onto the pillow as he gently pressed his thumb to your bud.  He’d barely started rubbing in circles before your moans got louder and higher-pitched; maybe it was a stupid comparison, but it reminded him of playing his beloved guitar— the other lady in his life.  He wanted to play your body like his instrument, he wanted to make music even more beautiful come out of you.

So he rubbed harder, and picked up his pace again— he had to flex his gut and keep it tight to try to stave off his own orgasm, his balls were already tightening up a bit as he got closer, but he knew he could hold off as long as it was to keep you satisfied.

“So good,” you praised, “it feels— fuck, I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he cooed.  “I know, you can come, sweets— I wanna feel you come around me.  Just tell me what you need.”

“Jus’ don’t stop,” you begged, “don’t stop, Eddie, just like— fuck!  Right there, oh my god—”

Is it just me, or is she liking this a lot more than the other girls did?  Did I get awesome at sex sometime in the last few weeks?

But really, he knew it was just that it was you and him together— it felt like you were made for each other, like he fit inside you perfectly.  He rubbed your clit even harder, technically disobeying your command of just like that, but it went over okay since you nearly screamed at the feeling.  "Eddie, I'm coming, I'm coming!" you kept saying, voice thin and strained, tightening up around him so hard he nearly struggled to pull back so he could keep up his pace.

"That's my girl," he praised, loving the way it felt to call you that— so he kept doing it.  "My girl, my girl," he chanted with each thrust into your flexing channel.  

“Oh god,” you sobbed, pushing his hand away from your clit; it must have become too sensitive right after coming.  Your hands reached up and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him down to lay more of his weight on you.  “Eddie, I— f-fuck, it’s so—”

“Shh,” he cooed, “it’s okay— it’s not too much is it?”

“Almost,” you whimpered, “b-but I don’t want you to stop.”

He fucked you faster, feeling you quiver under and around him; he wrapped you up in his arms tightly, keeping you still so he could slam everything into you at once, letting your somehow-even-tighter-now walls massage his throbbing cock.  "I-I don't know how much more of this I can take," he grunted, "you feel so—"

"I want you to come," you encouraged.

“Where?” he asked roughly, lips by your ear as he laid his head next to yours on the pillow.

You hesitated, and he could almost hear the gears in your head turning.  He knew you were considering it, and it made him groan just realizing that you wanted to let him fill you.

“You want it inside, baby?” he asked in a rough whisper, and you nodded with a quiet moan.

“Yeah,” you admitted, hands holding onto him tighter until he felt your nails bite his flushed skin.  “Yeah, fuck, that’s hot.”

He fucked you faster with a groan; his balls were starting to get sore from trying to hold back, but he didn’t want it to end yet— he couldn’t even be sure you would wanna do it again.  He couldn’t let this moment be over so soon—

“Eddie, I’m yours, make me yours,” you pleaded.  Nevermind, he could let this moment be over, because god damn hearing you talk like that didn’t leave him any other option but to come right fucking now.

"You're sure it's okay to come inside?" he breathed.  "I can pull out—"

"It's more than okay," you insisted, "Eddie, I want it so bad, please—"

"Don't say please," he instructed, "I was just checking— I'm gonna give you whatever you want, okay?  You want me to fill you with my come, I will.  You don't have to beg me for anything, it's all yours."

"Oh," you moaned, "say that again."

"All yours, it's all yours, sweets," he promised.  "Whatever you want from me.  Which, right now, is all this fuckin' come in your cute little pussy, right?"

"Yes," you sighed.

"I'll give you everything," he assured as he fucked you faster.  "Every drop, all this come is for you, baby."

“Oh god,” you hissed, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

“You really mine, sweets?” he whispered— you wouldn’t be able to hear him over the slamming of his hips on yours if he wasn’t speaking right by your ear.

“Yeah,” you answered breathlessly.

“Promise,” he demanded.

“Yours,” you insisted, “m’yours, Eddie, had such a big, stupid crush on you—”

“Fuck!” he spat, digging his fingers into your soft thighs as the first ropes of come sprayed from his cock; it felt so different, knowing it wasn’t just filling a latex reservoir but filling you, your perfect body, your warm pussy—

You sighed out his name one more time, tightening your arms and legs around him, keeping him close and whimpering with each soft breath; you sounded so beautiful, he almost felt guilty for dirtying you this way, but it was worth it… and you seemed to be enjoying yourself too.

He let out a long, hot breath as he stilled, feeling the last few drops of his come dribble out and into you; “Shit,” he hissed, “that— fuck.”

You laughed quietly in agreement.  “Yeah.”

He started to try to pull out, but you whined and hugged him again.  “Don’t go yet,” you begged.

“Okay,” he relented, relaxing on top of you.  “Am I crushing you?”

“No,” you laughed, “you’re not that heavy.”

“Good,” he mumbled as he planted a quick kiss on your temple.  

You moved a little bit and he hissed, having to hold you still by your hips.  

“D-don’t,” he choked, “I’m still— it’s really sensitive…”

“Oh, really?” you grinned, clenching on him on purpose to make him grunt and laugh quietly.

“Fuck,” he warned, “you’re tryin’ to drive me crazy, huh?”

“A li’l bit,” you admitted mischievously.

“Can you… feel it?” he wondered.  “Like, without a condom, can you feel my, uh, come?”

You considered it for a second.  “Not really, m’all, like, numb right now,” you admitted with a little giggle.  “But I could feel your cock, like… moving.  Even when you weren’t moving.  I dunno if that makes sense…”

“No, it does,” he nodded.

“What did it… feel like for you?” you asked, sounding almost nervous and shy again.  How could you act shy after that?

“Uh, fuckin’ amazing,” he laughed.  “You’re incredible.  Did you really mean what you said?  About, um… being mine?”

He felt your breath catch, and he reached up to pet your head for a second, moving some stray hair out of  your face.  

“Listen, it’s okay if you were just caught up in the moment,” he offered.  “I understand.”

“Do you understand because you just wanna be friends after this?” you asked.  “Or do you understand because you’re super sweet and don’t want me to feel pressured to sleep with you again?”

“Um… guess it’s the second one,” he decided, face getting warm.  “I mean, I’m okay being friends after this.  I’m extra okay being friends with benefits.  But if I’m being honest, sweets, I wanna be your boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” you encouraged, the smile in your voice making his heart twist.

“Yeah,” he answered.

You held his face and kissed him— soft, gentle, sweet just like you.  He kissed you back, lifting his head and deepening it as much as he could get away with; you moaned against his lips, and it was so sexy he almost wondered if he could give you another load inside without even having to pull out—

But you broke away and looked up at him with heavy eyes, and he realized how tired you really were.  “We can talk in the morning,” he decided, “you just need to get some rest, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed.  He carefully pulled out, trying not to overstimulate his softened cock, and laid behind you to be your big spoon again.  “This feels nice,” you hummed.  “I mean, m’kinda sticky and gross and all, but I feel safe.”

"i can't" you pant, head pressing backing into your pillows, "no more" a breathy whine as your fingers thread into his hair, pulling gently trying to get him to listen

"promise sweetheart, just once more, be a good girl for me" he hums pushing his fingers in deep, you almost feel it in your chest, your breath getting punched out of you as he curls, pressing down

you choke and pant as he builds speed, the wet sloshing sounds getting louder, faster as it builds inside of you, it burns and hurts. your clit aches as his thumb reaches to press into it, swiping over it harshly causing you to clench around his fingers, your stomach tensing

"im gonna-" you moan, back parting off of the sweat soaked sheets beneath you. the feeling, inside you, changes to something you're unfamiliar with but it feels good, "please" you whine

eddie hums, pressing his fingers into that spot, into your swollen clit more, pressing and rubbing more so instead of pumping in and out until it hits you, your brain turning to mush as you feel your cunt gush, hot splashing down to your ass, soaking the bed sheets

eddie watches, mouth open, "fuck!" he grunts, his fingers slowing as the stream continues, soaking his thighs in the process, "that's so hot"

"don't stop, please, don't stop," you beg, "there's more" you whine when he just looks at you, you can feel it, still there, aching and begging to come out, so he picks up again

holding the hood over your clit back to continue his attack on your sore nub, his fingers sliding impossibly deep to go back to that spongey spot, his pace quicker than before, a man starved, an animal just wanting to see his girl squirt and gush for him again

you cry out, choking through it as the wetness inside of you dribbles out, long hot streams coating everything around you, the bedding, your thighs, eddie's arms, hands, thighs, soaked and sitting in puddles as it slows, your thighs starting to vibrate from the intensity

eddie lands one harsh slap to your clit before sliding off of the bed. you hear him retreat from the bed but don't register it fully until he comes back, standing over your naked, soaked writhing body

You moan into Steve’s mouth as his hands run up your thighs, edging towards the hem of your skirt. Your hands tangle into the soft curls of hair at the back of his neck, pulling lightly. Steve chuckles softly against your lips.

“So needy” he teases as he moves his lips to kiss across your jaw. “So desperate you wanna get off right here, on the floor of this random bedroom, where anyone from this lame party could walk in and see at any moment?” He teases you as his hands slide further up your thighs, moving to cup your ass and pull you closer to him.

You were both currently sat on the floor at the foot of the bed, lounging on a pile of cushions that had been left there. It hadn’t taken two seconds for you and your boyfriend to take your seats and begin making out heavily once you’d found the empty room, not even bothering to lock the door behind you.

You just moan and pull his hair again to answer his question. You arch your back, pushing your tits closer to his face as his lips trail down your neck. You gasp lightly when you feel one of Steve fingers run across your panties, pushing lightly into your slit, not enough for you to really feel anything, but enough to tease you and get your head spinning from more than just the alcohol you’d consumed. You buck your hips forward, pushing against Steve’s hand.

It’s then that you hear the sound of the door opening.

“Oh shit, sorry! My bad” someone slurs as they stumble through the door, beer spilling onto the floor.

You look up only to be met with the dark round eyes of your best friend. Eddie.

Eddie stares wide eyed, taking in the scene in front of him. You and Steve on the floor, your skirt hitched up, with Steve’s hand beneath it, between your legs.

You and Eddie both open your mouths to say something. But your speech is cut short when another loud moan escapes you, caused by Steve brazenly pushing his fingers against your clit. You gasp and mewl as your hips involuntarily rut against Steve’s hand as he rubs your clit through your panties, your wetness soaking through the thin fabric.

Steve just continues his movements, watching as you pathetically hump his hand, unable to help yourself. All the while you and Eddie keep your eyes locked on each other. Eddie stares at you with his mouth hanging open, completely mesmerised by the scene in front of him. The view of you rutting and humping, so desperate for friction you didn’t even care that your friend was there watching as this all went down.

“You like what you see?” Steve taunts Eddie darkly.

Eddie stammers awkwardly. Of course he liked what he saw. It was only his dream every single night, to see you like this. Granted in his dreams it was usually his hand between your legs, but he guessed this was the next best thing.

“Dude, if you think she looks good you should see how fucking good she feels” Steve carries on, seemingly unfazed by the fact that there was another man watching as he touched you. “So wet and warm, always so tight no matter how many times I’ve fucked her” Steve smirks.

Both you and Eddie moan softly at Steve’s words.

“You wanna come see for yourself, Munson? Feel for yourself?” Steve removes his hand from you, leaning back casually against the foot of the bed.

You whine and look at Eddie desperately, saddened by the loss of touch, your aching pussy grinding against nothing.

Eddie looks rapidly back and forth between you and Steve, unsure of the proposition. You knew Eddie liked you; you’d been friends forever and you could just sense it. And honestly, if it wasn’t for Steve, you probably would be with Eddie. You couldn’t deny that you’d thought about similar scenarios with him on quite a few occasions, despite dating Steve.

“I- are you sure man?” Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve.

Steve looks over to you; “if she’s okay with it.”

You look back at Eddie, at how his eyes were drinking in the sight of you. You were fairly certain you could see the beginning of a tent in his ripped jeans. You keep your eyes on Eddie as you sit up on your knees. You then slowly drag your hands down your body, over your breasts, pulling your tight shirt down until there was very little left to the imagination. You trail your fingers down your thighs until you reach the hem of your skirt. You grab the hem and slowly pull it up your body, flashing your panties at Eddie, who’s eyes remain completely transfixed by your every move.

“Please” you whisper.

And that was all the motivation Eddie needed. He slams the door behind him, locking it quickly. He puts his beer bottle down on the desk and practically knee slides over to you on the floor.

One of his hands cups the back of your neck, the warmth of your flushed skin contrasting against the cold metal of Eddie’s rings. Eddie’s other hand goes to cup your throbbing pussy, rubbing over your mound teasingly. You moan pathetically again.

“Eddie please” you whimper. “Touch me.”

“Needy little thing, isn’t she?” Steve taunts.

“Mmm” Eddie hums his agreement as he palms your pussy a little harder, causing you to whine and pout your lips.

Eddie smirks as he takes his hand and finally tucks it under your panties, two of his fingers finding their way between your folds. You shiver and gasp softly as his fingers run along your slit.

“Oh fuck, she’s so wet” Eddie groans.

Steve lets out cocky scoff.

“I know, she’s been fucking needy all night” Steve leans towards you as he speaks, uttering the last line right against your earlobe; “it’s pathetic.”

Eddie just groans again as he gathers your slick. Your body arched forwards, your hands landing on Eddie’s shoulders to steady yourself. Your eyes almost roll into the back of your head when you feel Eddie’s finger breach your entrance, pushing inside you gently. You moan again and focus your lust-blown eyes on Eddie’s.

“Yeah, you feeling a lil needy sweetheart?” Eddie coos softly as he continues to watch your face. “This what you’ve been wanting?” He tilts his head at you as his finger pushes deeper inside you, his knuckle brushing against your entrance.

You pout your lips and nod. You certainly had been needy all night, pestering Steve until he’d finally snapped and slammed you into the nearest empty room. You’d thought you’d be spending the night with Steve’s fingers inside you. You’d never imagined your secret wet dream of having Eddie fuck you would ever actually come true. And yet here you were, with Eddie’s finger so deep in your pussy you could feel the kiss of his rings against your hole.

You let out another moan as you revel in the moment, your literal wet dream coming true. Your thighs tremble as they hold you up, your hips bucking as you grind against Eddie’s hand. Eddie clocks your desperation and decides to take mercy on you.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got you” he hums, pushing another finger inside you.

You lurch forward at the sensation, your legs almost buckling, but Eddie holds you steady by the back of your neck.

“This feel good baby?” Eddie asks just as he brings his thumb to brush against your clit.

You gasp at the extra sensation, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning loud enough for the rest of the party to hear you. Your hips start to hump Eddie’s hand even faster, racing your way towards a climax which you’d been so desperately chasing all evening.

You chance a look over to Steve to see him watching you intently. You moan and almost cum right then when you notice Steve palming himself through his jeans as he watches Eddie finger-fuck you.

“You’re close, huh, princess?” Steve questions as he keeps palming himself. “Eddie making you feel good with his fingers hmm?”

There’s a wicked edge in Steve’s voice that almost unnerves you. You just stare at Steve, nodding lightly as you carry on fucking yourself onto Eddie’s expert fingers, your body so close to release.

“Good” Steve smirks evilly. “Stop” he says flatly.

Both your hips and Eddie’s fingers falter in their motions as you both whip your heads to look at Steve.

“I said, stop” Steve commands slowly, emphasising each word.

Eddie obeys swiftly, his fingers stopping their motions and pulling out of you. Your climax retreats, your body feeling empty and aching with need. You whine, something akin to a cry, tears almost welling your eyes as you’re left feeling even more needy and desperate than you were to begin with.

Steve sits up to lean his face close to yours.

“You’re not getting off that easy baby, not after you’ve been bugging me all evening” he taunts. “You wanna whine and beg like a slut all evening? Well now you’re gonna get exactly what you want princess; you’re gonna get fucked like the little slut you are” he seethes through his teeth.

Your pussy clenches over nothing at the promise.

“We’re gonna show Eddie here just what a filthy whore you are” Steve adds savagely as he begins to undo his jeans, opening the zip but not freeing himself just yet.

“You sure about this man?” Eddie questions.

“You’ve been wanting to fuck her for ages, right?” Steve shrugs. “Well, now’s your chance.”

Steve grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it off him in one fluid motion, in the way he knows drives you wild.

Eddie looks to you quickly; “are you sure about this baby?”

Instead of answering him you just close the gap between the two of you and push your lips against his. You both moan into the kiss, your mouths opening up to each other almost immediately. Your hands paw at the hem of his shirt, signalling to him you wanted it off. He obliges quickly and tosses it to the side. You moan again as you feel his soft skin underneath your hands as they wondered all over his torso. Eddie’s hands cup your neck, his fingers caressing the back of your head, leaving you no room to move. Eddie almost didn’t care about anything or anyone else, in this moment he simply wished to keep your lips on his forever.

You then feel another pair of hands snake around your waist. Steve’s hands tug on your shirt, pulling it up and untucking it from your skirt. A small whine escapes you as you have to part ways with Eddie’s lips when Steve lifts your shirt over your head.

“Holy shit” Eddie groans quietly.

It’s then that you remember you hadn’t worn a bra tonight and it was your bare chest that was now staring Eddie in the face.

“She’s got nice tits huh?” Steve says almost proudly.

“Hell yeah man” Eddie practically grins.

“Go on, feel them. They’re fucking perfect” Steve smirks.

Eddie dives towards you again, his lips recapturing yours. But now his hands palm your tits, kneading and pinching them, learning their shape. You whine into Eddie’s mouth when he pinches your nipples between his fingers. You can feel the smirk on his lips.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” Eddie moans into your mouth.

You grip Eddie’s hair, your body arching up against his chest. Behind you you feel the rough fabric of Steve’s jeans rubbing against your ass. His hands on your hips pull you back against the tent at his crotch. Steve’s hands then hike up your skirt, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. You have to pull away from Eddie momentarily as Steve pulls your panties down your legs. Eddie helps to support your torso as you shift your weight on each leg, letting Steve pull the underwear completely off you and tossing them aside to where their two shirts were.

Your hands rake down Eddie’s stomach, leaving red marks in their wake. You undo his belt and the zip to his jeans, palming him through his boxers, feeling how hard he already was for you. Eddie smirks softly at you as you look up at him doe-eyed. He pushes his jeans and boxers down his thighs, freeing his already leaking cock. You instinctively moan at the sight of it. You subconsciously noted that he was similar in size to Steve, if not a bit thicker. You were about to reach for him when Eddie’s hands grab your hips and pull you forwards, your body ending up flush against his. You gasp at the sudden move, but your gasp is quick to turn into a moan when you feel Eddie's cock between your thighs, resting just below where you were so desperately craving him.

Behind you Steve continues to let his hands roam over your body, just letting Eddie have his moment with you first. Eddie slides a hand around your back, keeping you steady. His other hand grabs his cock, guiding it through your folds to gather the wetness that and gathered there. Eddie moans softly as he feels your warmth and your wetness. You buck your hips again, grinding along his cock, overwhelmed with the absolute dizzying need for your pussy to be touched, to be filled.

Finally, Eddie’s tip lines up with your entrance. A high pitched whimper escapes your throat as he slowly sinks inside you. There’s a small burn that mixes with the deep ache inside your cunt as his girth stretches you out.

“Oh fuck. Shit” Eddie whimpers as he pushes in further. “Shit, she’s so tight” he pants, he’s eyes screwing shut, his head tossed back as he revels in the feeling of you.

“Told ya” Steve scoffs as he moves his hand to palm your ass cheek roughly. "No matter how many times I fuck her like the whore she is she still feels tight as a virgin. Like fucking heaven huh?” Steve looks over your shoulder at Eddie.

“Yes, fuck” Eddie groans again as he slowly starts to move his hips, building up a thrusting motion.

Your nails dig into his bare shoulders as you fight to keep yourself upright. Just as you’d managed to steady yourself you feel the head of Steve’s cock brush against your ass, his tip just pushing in between your cheeks. You whimper, feeling Steve’s pre-cum spread over your tight hole as he rubs against it. You hear Steve spit before you feel the warmth of it between your cheeks as he lubricates himself and your ass. The next thing you feel is Steve’s hand pulling open your cheeks, the head of his cock pushing slightly harder against your hole as he prepares to enter you. You crash forwards with the force of Steve pushing you from behind, falling into Eddie’s chest.

“Shhh it’s okay. You can take him sweetheart” Eddie hums softly against your head, his hands rubbing over your back soothingly.

You cry out, your fingers digging painfully into Eddie’s flesh as Steve finally breaches your hole. Your body shakes, both pain and pleasure flaring through you, as Steve slowly pushes himself as deep as he could inside you. He grunts as he sinks himself into you to the hilt.

“You’re doing so good baby” Eddie murmurs against your head. “Just relax, we’ve got you” he continues to stroke your back, rubbing small circles into your skin.

Eddie keeps still for a moment, letting you adjust as Steve slowly starts to thrust into you. He grunts with each thrust, his hands palming your ass cheeks roughly. After a few thrusts the pain starts to subside and you feel your body become alight with pleasure again, feeling so deliciously full having both men inside you.

You let out a choked gasp when you feel Steve’s hand wrap around your throat, pulling you off Eddie’s chest and into his. Your back arches awkwardly as Steve holds you against him. Eddie finally takes the opportunity to pick up his thrusts again, pushing in and out of you in time with Steve. Steve’s hand cups your throat, his index finger pushing against your chin, tilting it up towards the ceiling.

“How’d you feel now princess? Stuffed full of cock like the slut you are. Is this what you so desperately wanted, hmm?” Steve seethes against your earlobe.

You just whimper in response, your lower lip trembling. Steve barks a harsh laugh.

“Look at you, so cock drunk you can’t even answer me.”

You cry out as Steve slams hard into you, both him and Eddie starting to pick up the pace. Your body practically goes slack between them, their arms and their bodies being the only things holding you up as they both fuck into you. Steve grunts and groans loudly as he pounds you. It was sounds you’d heard a thousand times before but still never tired of.

But Eddie... Eddie on the other hand... He was whimpering and moaning; soft noises you’d never have imagined would leave the mouth of your metalhead best friend. Let alone the fact that those soft sweet noises were because he was balls deep inside your aching pussy.

Eddie leans forward, his head dipping so he could latch his lips to your neck. You sigh contently at the gentle feeling of his lips kissing all over your neck and your shoulders, your collarbones, anywhere he could get around where Steve’s hand still held your throat.

“Mmmm you’re being so good for us sweetheart, taking both our cocks like a good girl” Eddie murmurs against your skin as he kisses along your shoulder and across your left collarbone.

“More like a good little slut” Steve hisses sharply, moving his hand up to grab your jaw between his fingers.

Steve twists your head to the side, forcing you to look back at him. His fingers dug painfully into your cheeks, your lips pursed awkwardly as he looked down at you with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“Hmm?” Steve taunts you dangerously. “One cock just wasn’t gonna to be enough for you huh? You needed both of us to fill you up, greedy little thing aren’t you?” His fingers squeeze your cheeks on his last sentence.

You whimper pitifully as you look up at him with pleading eyes.

“I didn’t quite catch that” Steve mocks. “I said,” he seethes through gritted teeth, “you’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

For emphasis he slams his hips against your ass with extra force, causing your legs to almost buckle as you whimper again. Thank gods you were so securely wedged between the boys’ bodies that there was no way you could fall. You were fairly certain your legs weren’t holding your own weight up at this point anyway.

You manage to nod your head lightly, despite Steve’s hand still cupping your jaw like a vice.

“Y-y-yes” is all you manage to whisper with a shaky breath.

Steve just huffs a satisfied grunt at your answer, roughly letting go of your jaw. With Steve’s hand no longer there to support your head you let yourself fall forwards against Eddie, your face resting on his chest, your fingers clinging desperately to his shoulders again as you tried to keep yourself upright. You knew Eddie would have scratch marks lasting a week down his back after this as you clawed at him.

Eddie’s arm that’s wrapped around your torso holds you tighter, pulling you closer against his chest, leaving you no room to slip. Eddie’s other hand gripped your hip, his thumb stroking small, reassuring circles against your skin. Eddie’s hands were soft and comforting against your body, they were steadying and grounding whilst your mind and body was spinning from all the sensations. Alternatively, Steve’s hands were as rough and as brutal as his thrusts as he gripped your body.

Steve then grabs the back of your neck again. He lifts your head up off Eddie’s shoulders, getting your attention back on him, your head twisted awkwardly as you try to look back at Steve. His eyes are aflame with wickedness as you feel his other hand slowly snake it’s way up your body, trailing from your hips, to your belly button, then up the centre of your stomach, up to just below your breasts. Steve’s hand then travels even higher, up your chest, until eventually he finds his mark at your neck.

Steve’s fingers wrap around your throat. You wheeze a small moan before you feel him start to apply pressure, his fingers squeezing your neck.

“Look at me” Steve commands, pulling harshly on your hair, tilting your face up to look at him. “I want you to look at Eddie as you cum. I want him to see your face as you cum over both our cocks like the dirty whore you are” he smiles wickedly.

Your mouth opens in a silent cry as his other hand tightens even further around your throat. At the same time Eddie’s hand moves from your hip, sliding down your body until his fingers found your clit. A shuddering whimper bubbles in your throat as your body reels with pleasure, the sensations almost becoming overwhelming. Your whimper almost sounds like more like a sob, tears stinging your eyes as you look up to ceiling, as if you’d find help there.

“Come on baby, cum for us” Eddie leans forward to nose your cheek, his breath fanning over your face.

“I can’t- it’s too- too much” you cry, your entire body on fire.

Steve yanks your hair again, forcing your eyes back to him.

“Too bad” he whispers wickedly. “You will cum for us” he grunts even as his own thrusts start to falter.

“Yes you can, you can do it sweetheart” Eddie whispers against your cheek. “Cum for us, baby.”

Eddie’s fingers moved faster against your clit as he spoke, bringing you right to the precipice of pleasure. Steve looks at your face and knows you’re right there, right about to tip over into your climax.

“That’s it baby, show Eddie here how fucking hot you look when you cum. Let him hear how good you sound” Steve growls.

At the last second Steve releases the grip on your neck, oxygen finally flowing back through you. He carries on holding the back of your head with his other hand, holding your head up, like you were a doll on display; keeping your head in place so Eddie would have the perfect view of your face as you fell apart.

“Oh fuck” your barely manage to choke out as the waves of pleasure finally crash through your body.

Your entire body shakes and convulses, your pussy and your thighs clenching with each roll of pleasure. Your eyes look pleadingly at Eddie as you completely unravel, your mouth open, jaw slack, pathetic gurgled moaning being the only sound leaving your lips.

“Doesn’t she look fucking perfect?” Steve grunts as he keeps rutting into you. “Feels so fucking good when her pussy squeezes you doesn’t it?” He taunts Eddie.

“Shit, man” Eddie’s eyes screw shut as his hips stutter. “Oh fuck, she feels fucking incredible” Eddie moans, his eyes heavily lidded as he tries desperately to keep looking at you.

The feeling of your pussy tightening around him paired with Steve’s filthy words were finally enough to tip Eddie over the edge too. Your pussy continues to clench around Eddie as you feel his cock twitch. You moan again as you feel Eddie’s warmth flood inside you, a loud grunt falling from his lips. Eddie’s hips push hard against you, pushing as deep as he could inside you. The position has you rutting your hips back further against Steve, whose hips slowly start to stutter as he approaches his own climax.

Steve gives a final loud grunt as he too finally climaxes. His fingers dig roughly into your skin and you knew you’d have bruises to show for it the next day. You lift one arm up and wrap it around Steve’s head, twisting your fingers in his hair as he ruts through his orgasm.

Their paces may have slowed but both boys continue to slowly thrust into you, even as they both came inside you. You could feel your cunt get sticky as Eddie essentially fucks his cum back out of you with long and deep thrusts. You can feel a mixture of both yours and Eddie’s fluids leak down your thighs.

Once everyone had ridden out their highs the boys finally stop their movements, just staying still for a moment as you all caught your breath. Eddie’s hands go back to stroking your back as you slump against him again.

“Good girl” he whispers. “You did so well for us.”

Steve scoffs harshly and places a slap to your ass, causing your body to jolt.

“You satisfied now hmm?” He teases. “Feeling all good and fucked out?”

You just nod your head pathetically in response.

“Good” he smirks.

It’s then that you feel Steve placing soft kisses up your back. You should be taken aback by the sudden tenderness but you knew that this is just what Steve was like. He could be mean and cruel whilst fucking you, but afterwards he was always soft and sweet with you. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

“Come on baby, let Eddie and I clean you up hmm?” Steve kisses the back of your right shoulder.

You again just nod, not having the energy or strength to do much else.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll take care of you. We’ve got you” Eddie reassures you gently.

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A/N: hehe sorry for how long it is but also not sorry bc I hope you enjoyed it!! <33

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“Hey, there sweetheart, where are you off to?”

You open your mouth trying to get the words out but you're stuck. Your brain goes blank and you struggle to think of the words you want to say. You look around the halls trying to find something to focus on but everything is too bright and too loud. Eddie notices the panicked look in your eyes and turns Dustin around to reach into his backpack.

“Hey! You can't just go digging in there-”

“Can it Henderson.”

“Yes sir.”

Eddie pulls out his notebook and rips off a page before stuffing the notebook back in and searching for a pen.

“Man, I had a whole system in there.”

“I'll let you sit on my throne for ten seconds if you stop talking.”

“Done.”

Eddie let out a small “ah ha!” when he found a pen. He holds onto your hand tightly and starts to lead you out of the school screaming for students to get out of his way. Once you're out of the school you take a deep breath, it doesn't help as much as you would've liked it to but it's better than being surrounded by warms of people. Before you know it, Eddie has you standing in front of his van the paper on the hood of his car, and he places the pen in your hand.

“What's going on in your pretty little head?” he asks you softly.

You take a deep breath feeling the pen in your hand as you try and call down. Your hand is shaky as you write.

I hate basketball games.

He let out a hum. “Me too, way too many people. Do you want to go to the library? It's nice and quiet in there.”

It's locked. Even the librarian has more school spirit than me.

Eddie chuckles and leans against the van smiling at you.

You can go back in, I was just going to walk home.

“Pft. Walk home, yeah right. No way I'm letting you walk home in this horrible heat.”

You glance at him and smile.

You didn't have to let Dustin sit on your throne for me.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders. “It's not a problem. Plus, I kinda ruined his whole backpack system or whatever he has going on in there.”

Ruined. Dustin's bag was ruined because of you. The whole system he made up is ruined all because Eddie had to scramble to get a piece of paper for you. Your breathing began to pick up again and you closed your eyes trying to take deep breaths. Eddie stands straight again stands nearby.

“What do you need sweetheart? How can I help you?”

The words are on the tip of your tongue but you can't get them out no matter how hard you're trying to.

“Hey, hey listen to me,” he says softly. “One tap for yes.” He taps on his van once. “Two taps for no. Sound good to you?”

You click the pen twice instead of tapping on the car. Eddie nods his head saying he can work with that.

“Can I touch you? Is that okay?”

Click.

He wraps his arms around you.

“You want me to hold you tighter?”

Click.

His arms squeeze you tight enough for you to start grounding yourself. You take a deep breath catching the scent of Eddie's cologne. Your hand wrapped around the back of his shirt feeling the material beneath your fingertips. The cotton was sort, yet worn out. You could tell it was one of his favorites. You started to calm down when you heard his sweet voice reassuring you that everything is okay and that you're gonna be okay.

“I'm sorry,” you whisper to him.

He pulls away from you and wipes away at the stray tear that fell down your face.

“For what?”

You shake your head. What were you sorry for? You didn't do anything bad, Eddie was just trying to be a good boyfriend and help.

“I don't know.”

tears are streaming down your face and Eddie pulls you in for another hug. His hand is gently scratching at your scalp and he's swaying you both back and forth while gently rushing you.

“You didn't do anything wrong. I promise you didn't, okay?”

You nod your head choosing to believe him as you take a shaky breath. You know better than to ask this, but sometimes the reassurance helps more than you think it would.

You gently pull away from him and turn your body back toward the van. You grab the piece of paper, fold it in half, then click the pen getting ready to write your question out.

You still love me?

Eddie grabs the pen from your hand, he clicks it a few times pretending to think of his answer. He messily writes down his answer and slides the note back to you hiding his smile behind his hair.

You could almost cut the tension in the air with a dull blade, and you try to sink further into the plush leather seats. Steve’s eyes fixed on the dark road in front of him, a firm and hard look caressed his face. 

Your stomach twisted with guilt and sorrow—tears almost pricking your eyes. 

You knew exactly why he was angry with you, and you have no doubt that Eddie is, too, back at home. You could picture the metalhead’s furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists as he circled the living room. 

You had gone out with your friends, and what was supposed to be a meaningless hangout turned into going to three different bars and a club. That was all fun and games until your location was completely unknown to the entire town of Hawkins, Indiana. When Steve called to pick you up, and no one had answered, a hollow pit sunk in his stomach.

He and Eddie had thought of the worst, especially since it’s only been five months since the events of the Upside Down. What if Vecna somehow came back? What if it was something else from the Upside Down? What if you were kidnapped? What if you were hurt?

Much more gruesome scenarios ran through both of their heads as the clock continued to tick off each passing minute of your absence. They knew you were probably fine, but the swarthy depths of the unknown sunk within their darkest fears of something happening to you.

There was one rule that you, Eddie, and Steve made sure that you all had to follow, that you agreed to follow. Tell everyone where you are. Just in case another Vecna or turn of events appears, then someone can get to you—someone can be there. 

Eddie's experience of being alone during Chrissy’s death had twisted inside him and left a broken shell of himself. When you, him, and Steve finally got together, the light at the end of the tunnel was finally visible. If anything had happened to you or Steve, Eddie would never forgive himself. 

Eddie had finally got a hold of one of your friends, graciously telling them where you were, and man, they were pissed. You hadn’t heard Eddie or Steve that mad before, ever. You heard Eddie yelling profanities in the background while Steve growled that you needed to stay where you were, and it made you stutter into the wall phone at the wine bar. 

You waited—frightened—for what was to come and how your boys would react. When Steve arrived, he never said a word. Your head hung low as you opened the car door—his nostrils flared at your friend giggling. If you weren’t leaving, you might have thought Steve was going to rip them a new one.  

The car pulled up to Eddie’s driveway, Steve shifting the gear to park. He starts to aggressively open the door—a rush of frustrations clouding his mind. If you could follow the one simple fucking rule of letting your boyfriends know where you were at all times, things could be just peachy.

“Steve—” He shook his head, already opening your own door for you. As pissed as he is, he still loves you. In fact, that’s why he’s filled with such ire, to begin with. 

You trail into the house behind Steve like a lost puppy who was kicked to the curb. As you walk into the living room, Eddie is standing there with a menacing stature. His face looks red, chest heaving, and shoulder muscles tense.

“I cannot believe you.” He spits—eyes engrossed in flames. Steve has a hand on his hip, but his eyes are glued to the floor. “You can’t do that to us, do you understand?”

Your head hung low for the second time tonight, nodding immediately. Your heart ached for the two boys in front of you as guilt swirled through your chest.

For hours on end, Steve and Eddie were utterly disquiet as they called around Hawkins, and no one seemed to know where you were. 

Steve scoffed, “No, she doesn’t. You-you can’t just scare us like that. What if Vecna or-or another monster from the upside down had-had—” He bit his tongue before he could say killed you because he couldn’t. He couldn’t utter those two words. “Look at me.”

You stayed still and squeezed your eyes shut. You hear footsteps coming closer, amber wood, and a hint of vanilla wafted into your nose. He’s forcing you to look at him with his hand on your jaw. “Look at me, baby.”

Your eyes lock with his, and it crushes every piece inside of you. You almost couldn’t hear him from your heart pounding in your ears. “You scared the shit out of us, you know that?” His voice is soft, barely above a whisper. “I know you wanna have your fun, baby, but you need to let us know where you’re going. We–We need to know you’re safe.”

He’s looking at you so intensely that your lip starts to tremble. “I-I’m sorry, Stevie. I’m so sorry.” 

Eddie frowns and stalks over to the two of you. “Sorry?” He can’t help but laugh, “Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it—”

“Eddie—” Steve tries and grabs his shoulder, but Eddie brushes it off. “No, Steve. She left us to think of the absolute worst for hours. You can’t just say you’re sorry and think it’s all okay.” He huffs. 

Steve’s slightly concerned at Eddie’s outburst but quickly becomes intrigued as Eddie goes to shove you against the couch. Your mouth is slightly agape and shocked at your boyfriend’s actions. Eddie grits his teeth, “if you can’t follow some simple fucking rules, then I’m going to remind you.”

Eddie rips open your skirt, a desperate plea escaping your lips. He aggressively pulls your pink lace down your legs. Steve gasps at Eddie’s force before stalking over to the couch and taking a look at the guilt and arousal that’s written all over your face. “Oh, Eddie, She likes it.” And you did. You really did. Your body did too. 

“F-Fuck, pretty girl, you’re wet? Huh?” He mocks, dipping a thick finger into your folds. You gasp, “Eddie!” You roll your head back as your hands grip the fluffy couch. 

“C’mere, Steve. I need you to hold her.” Steve complies and pries open your legs, holding them in place as Eddie continues his attack. His cock felt strained in his jeans at the sight. Steve’s eyes were dark hues—watching Eddie’s fingers scissor your open. “Look at this desperate little pussy, Steve. Look at her clenchin’ around my fingers.” 

You moan at the feeling of his fingers curling—reaching further through your wet spongy walls. “You’re so pretty, baby.” Steve presses kisses on your shoulder, continuing to whisper more praises into your ear. You weren’t listening, though, not when Eddie goes to slap your clit. 

He gruffs, “You, pretty girl, need to fucking learn—” 

You hiccup, head leaned back further against the cushions. “Eddie, please—” 

“You little slut, look at you. Our baby likes to be fucked like this, huh? You like when Steve and I are mad?” You try to respond, but Steve takes your nipple into his mouth and makes your begging fall off your lips. 

His tongue swirls against the bud and groans at the soft feeling of your skin. He lets go, a harsh popping noise leaving your lips. “F-Fuck, baby—”

Your brain is absolute mush, and the only thing you could even think of was Steve and Eddie. They were both talking to you—degrading you, but you could barely even hear them.

Eddie becomes almost harsher, curling his fingers as he adds a third. You whimper at the sensation, it’s almost painful, but that feeling of pleasure seems like it’s about to burst as you clench. “You gonna cum, baby? You gonna cum all over my fingers?” 

You nod at Eddie, desperate to chase out your high. He’s fucking into you fast—his fingers relentless with each stroke. You feel Steve move to lick your wet slick near your thigh, your body shuttering at the sensation.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad.” Just as you feel the coil snap, Eddie releases his fingers. You whine, hips bucking into the air, and Steve almost couldn’t hold you down. You were desperate—so desperate—that it looked pitiful from you grinding into the air. “Fuckin’ look at you, pretty girl. Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you? But you can’t seem to follow a simple rule.” 

Eddie makes Steve flip you over so your ass is hanging up into the air, face planted into the couch. You squirm as you watch, Eddie’s enraged eyes looking at your leaking pussy. “Only good girls get to fucking cum.”

He unbuckles his belt, making you loudly whine as his thick throbbing cock releases from his boxers. “Fuck her, Steve. Need to watch you fuck our girl.” Without warning, Steve’s cock rams into you, prompting a scream to leave your lips. “S-Steve!”

You hear him moan behind you, your arms limp and body at their full control. Steve’s cock is big—ramming into walls over and over. “S-Shit, sweet girl, you feel so fucking tight.”

“Yeah, Stevie? She feels good against your cock?” Eddie was closer now, watching Steve’s cock disappear in your dripping pussy. He whimpered as his own fingers swiped over the head of his cock. “Y-Yeah, Eddie—She—She huggin’ my cock and–and–” 

Steve moans as thick ropes of his sticky cum fill your hole, and it makes you mewl. You’re close—so close as your walls clench around Steve. Eddie fakes a pout as he makes you look at him. “Awe, baby, are you gonna cum? Huh? You think you deserve it this time?” 

Steve’s still riding his high, relentlessly rutting into you with his endless cum filling you up. You nod at Eddie, practically pleading to the ends of the earth for some type of release. “You can’t.” You almost scream at your boyfriends. “I told you that good girls cum, yeah?”

“Eddie, I-I can’t—”

He laughs, and if Steve wasn’t still fucking you silly, you might have snapped back. “Hold it. Fucking hold it, or I’m not gonna let you get fucked for a month.” Your mouth shuts almost immediately because you knew Eddie wasn’t joking. The fierce look in his eyes as he’s fisting his cock in his hands tells you everything. 

He’s really not joking. 

“Good girl.” You hold it as long as you can, you really do. Your walls are at a constant clench as Steve’s sticky cock floods your senses. “Eddie, Please!” You try again, hoping for him to let you just this once, but he’s shaking his head. 

His own release is creeping up on him, pre-cum covering his head in full. He growls, “S-Steve, my pretty girl, look at you two. You’re mine.” Steve finally pulls out of you, his cum leaking against your thighs. He’s panting and mumbling absolute nonsense from his sensitive cock being completely fucked out.

Eddie bursts out a moan, the pure sight before him has his cock leaking out in thick ropes. You’re whining against the couch as you watch his cum drip down his thighs—you wished that was inside of you. He’s whispering your and Steve’s name over and over again while Steve goes to lick the cum off of Eddie’s thighs. 

It was sure a sight to see, and you squirmed. “Pretty girl, ‘M sorry, but you had to be punished.” 

You whimpered at Eddie’s soft voice, his anger subsiding to a low ache. “I know, Eds.”

They then join you on the couch, you being the middle of the Eddie and Steve sandwich. Things seem to have become much calmer, hazy eyes looking at one another with such adoration it was going to make your heart explode. 

Steve rubbed small circles onto your forearm, and Eddie’s pinky linked with yours. Eddie isn’t sure if he could handle not being around your presence right now, and it was something that made his heart hurt. 

The calm moment turned sullen as you heard a sniffle. You whip your head over toward Eddie, “Eddie, baby—” He shakes his head at you, frizzy hair tickling his cheeks. He’s then intertwining your fingers into his. “You just—you just really scared us. You really scared me.” 

You squeeze his hand, reaching over to your right and intertwining Steve’s hand into yours. “If-If anything happens to you or s-steve, I-I don’t know what I’d do.” A tear falls down Eddie’s cheek, and you untie your hands with him to wipe it away. You’re so gentle with him, and it makes his heart preen to be closer toward you.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. I really am. I didn’t know we were going out to different bars, and I know that’s no excuse.” You swipe your finger on his cheek. “I just–I'm so sorry. I love you both so much.”

Steve nods, “Next time, please tell us where you’re going, even if plans change.” Eddie hums in agreement as he presses his lips against yours. It’s a soft kiss. It's one that has your brain fuzz and your heart palpitating.

“Go give Stevie one.”

You turn, reaching over to grab Steve’s face in a gentle kiss. “I promise. I promise I’ll be better.”

“Next hour, I’m picking the music,” Steve called around a mouthful of cracker jacks. “I’ve made a good mix for this. Perfect road trip music.” Eddie tried to hide his disappointed expression. God, he was glad that he had befriended Harrington, but his music taste made his ears bleed.

“Trip’s barely over two,” Eddie mumbled, but it went ignored as you dug into your bag with Steve. 

“You brought everything?” You asked softly, glancing at him with a sly grin. 

“I told you,” Steve insisted. “I made sure to pack everything on your list.” He met Eddie’s gaze in the rearview, and the older boy was suddenly sheepish that he’d been caught staring. “Can you believe this one made me pack bear spray?”

“This one knows that bear sightings in the national park are rare but possible,” you said pointedly. “And if you keep pestering me, I’ll use it to repel you.”

Steve lurched back, clutching his chest like he was wounded. Eddie watched as he propped up on his elbows, grinning up at you while you shook your head with mild amusement. It was hard for him not to feel left out. 

Because pre-Harrington, your dynamic was great. Maybe you were a bit too top-40 for his tastes, but he would put up with Pat Benatar if it meant he could see you dancing and singing along with a huge smile on your face. You liked painting his nails— usually black, because you loved to match his clothes, but on occasion, he’d let you make it more like you. A nice red or a sparkly top coat. Lucas, Mike, and Dustin always gave him shit about it, but he didn’t care. 

Simply put— you were his favorite person, even though he might not say it in so many words. He liked the way you were when it was just the two of you against the world. Nights reading Tolkien, Stephen King, and Bradbury on his bed, your fingers twirling his hair absentmindedly. He’d learn the chords to your favorite songs so you could sing along into a hairbrush while he watched in awe. Hell, you’d even joined Hellfire for a campaign or two when you had the time. 

And then there was Harrington. Dustin, the traitor that he was, thought he was doing his friend a favor by introducing the two of you. Little matchmaker hadn’t considered that maybe his other friend was too nervous to tell his best friend he was in love. So there Eddie was— stuck between the middle of two oblivious idiots, pining after the best friend who was into someone else. And maybe sometimes (or a lot of the time) he couldn’t figure out who he wanted to be more, Steve or you.

It was like something out of a shitty coming-of-age movie and he wanted no part of it. 

The rest of the car ride wasn’t exactly torture, but Eddie wasn’t looking forward to the ride home. The arrival at the campground was welcomed, and he was grateful to escape the car and the stupid tension between you and Steve. 

You hopped out of the back of the van and enveloped Eddie in a hug, squeezing him tightly. “Happy graduation, Eds,” you said, muffled against his clothes. “This is gonna be the best trip ever.”

———

You were sweating fucking buckets. Steve was slathering himself in sunscreen and bug spray, already pouting at the red bumps on his arms and legs where mosquitos had stopped for lunch. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Eddie— his foot propped on a log as he retied his boots, leather jacket removed and slung over a shoulder. His long hair was tacky, sticking to his forehead. 

With a shake of your head, you averted your attention to setting up the first tent to be unpacked— the boys’ tent. The instructions weren’t exactly helpful, and neither Steve nor Eddie was a boy scout. You weren’t much for camping— but you figured it would be the easiest thing to get Eddie to agree to. Unfortunately, none of you knew shit about what it entailed. 

“Hey, does anyone know how to tie a decent knot?” You asked, furrowing your brows at the instructions. “I’ve gotta figure out how to tie these strings to the stakes in the ground.”

You glanced at Steve first and he shrugged. “Don’t look at me,” he said, throwing his hands up defensively. “My dad bought this for all those father-son camping trips we never went on. Safe to say I don’t know how to set it up.”

Next was Eddie, who shook his head simply. “I’m decent with knots, but not any that are useful outside of my bedroom.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes, tossing a random stick in his direction. But… you would be lying if you said that heat didn’t bloom in your cheeks and belly at his words. 

Steve sidled up beside you, taking the string into his hands. “I’ll try my best, but if this thing collapses don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

With much effort and more than a few total collapses, you and Steve managed to get the tent to stand up on its own. It was your pride and joy, and you looked down at it with hands on your hips and the confidence of a new parent. 

“Alright, I’m not doing the second one,” you said definitively. “It should be in the back of the van. It’s yellow, a bit smaller than this one.”

Eddie nodded, trudging towards the back of his van. You watched him throw open the doors and rifle around in the bags there. Groceries, spare clothes, drug paraphernalia. His brows furrowed, and he gave a worried backward glance. He tossed the air mattresses onto the ground— deflated and sad looking— but kept digging around in your gear. 

“It’s uh…” He hesitated. “Harrington, come help me look through this,” Steve jogged over, putting a hand on the older boy’s shoulder as he surveyed the back of the van. You watched as both of their shoulders deflated at the same time and braced yourself as they turned around. “There’s no second tent in here.”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “No way,” you replied. “No, because I told you both that the yellow tent was leaning up against the air mattresses and not to forget it while I packed the food.”

Steve stepped forwards, looking guilty. “It’s my fault. I was the one who packed the van so I should’ve noticed.”

And then Eddie stepped forward. “No, it’s my fault. I double-checked and I still didn’t realize it wasn’t there.’

A groan escaped your lips as you stormed forward to grab the air mattresses, taking them into your arms. “You aren’t ‘no I’m Spartacus’-ing your way out of this one.” You tossed the deflated mattresses into the tent and huffed. “And I hope you both remembered the air pump, or you’ll be blowing those up with your mouths.”

You sat on the tailgate of the van, watching Steve and Eddie taking turns blowing up the mattresses. They were more than willing to throw accusations around about who really forgot the air pump (but you honestly had your money on Steve). Eventually, they tossed the blown-up mattresses into the tent and sat back, the last rays of sunlight casting a golden glow over them both. 

“You’re pouting, Princess,” Eddie accused, sitting down beside you.

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted. “I’ll just… sleep in your musty van tonight.” You looked at him sidelong and he laughed. 

You both went quiet, watching Steve as he tried to build a fire in the designated fire pit. His jeans were tight on his ass, and you were unabashedly staring. It was fine, whatever. You stared at people’s asses all the time. Like Eddie, for example. 

“It’s nice here,” Eddie piped up after a while, pulling you in with an arm around your shoulder. You sighed contentedly, feeling the denim of his vest soft against your cheek. He smelled like cigarettes and whatever cheap deodorant he wore. You bought him some expensive cologne for his birthday a few months back, and you could smell the remnants of it on the denim. He’d long since run out from overusing it to mask the smell of pot and cigarette smoke at school. 

You nodded, peering up at him. “I told you it would be,” you replied. “I was thinking tomorrow we could hike some of the trails. Get some fresh air, see some views.”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to,” he replied, his voice unusually soft. He glanced away and you felt your cheeks burn hot without knowing why. “Uh, maybe I should go help Steve with the fire.” You nodded and shifted away from him, placing your hands awkwardly in your lap as he hopped down and approached the other boy. 

Looking at the two of them made you feel like your life was turned upside down. One moment, you were head over heels for Steve, and the next you were mooning over Eddie. But you’d known Eddie most of your life— if something was going to happen, it already would have, right? You sighed, grabbing your bag and retrieving your camera from inside. A nice Polaroid that Nancy and The Wheelers had gotten you for your birthday. 

You approached the fire pit and paused, squinting into the tiny viewfinder before snapping a picture. Steve whirled around as the picture popped out of the top. 

“C’mon, you’re acting like my mom on prom night,” he groaned. 

You made a face. “My mom took prom pictures of you,” you accused.

“Fine, you’re acting like your mom on prom night,” he replied. You held up the camera again and Steve reluctantly smiled, giving you just enough time to get a picture. 

Eddie eyed you warily as you circled the firepit, which was just beginning to smoke as he rubbed a stick against another piece of firewood. He didn’t even have time to flip off the camera before you took the picture, much to your amusement. You sat atop a bench made by someone long before your trip out of a log and watched him carefully, the camera forgotten in your lap. 

It was a few more minutes before the fire took, sparking against the dry firewood and catching easily. Eddie cupped his hand around it and blew softly until the flame grew. You didn’t miss the tiny fist pump when he had well and truly made a campfire, and you could see how proud of himself he was. 

“Aw, baby’s first fire,” Steve said with a dopey grin. Eddie scoffed, wiping his hands on his jeans as he stood. 

“I used to light shit on fire all the time growing up,” Eddie said. “This is just more rustic.” He stretched, his shirt riding up on his waist so you could see the pale expanse of his stomach and the light dusting of hair below his belly button. You swallowed. Hard.  

“Alright, what’s next?” Steve asked, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t know how this camping thing works.”

“Now…” Eddie said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a joint with a flourish and you rolled your eyes playfully at his dramatic behavior. “We toke up.”

———

Steve wasn’t stupid. He knew the difference between a crush and a friend. It was the kind of stuff you learned in third grade when you start chasing girls for fun at recess and get kissed behind the slide. 

For example, he knew that his feelings for you were beyond platonic. He remembered prom, the gold taffeta and black velvet dress was stiff against his hands as he slow danced with you. Thanks, you had said, for not letting me go alone. You’re a good friend, Steve. If things were different, he would’ve kissed you while that Madonna song played, because damn it,  he was crazy for you. 

But sometimes, things got confusing. Things that shouldn’t be confusing but were. Because his heart would race when Eddie’s fingers brushed his, passing him the joint. And he was pretty sure it wasn’t the drugs and it wasn’t the beer he’d been drinking. It was just him. 

A stupid, dopey smile would play at his lips when Eddie would tell a wildly dramatized story about some boring day-to-day event that had happened. He could manage to twist bumping into Jason Carver at the gas station into a riveting epic battle between good and evil. And sometimes Eddie stood close to him and Steve felt his heart pound and his head felt dizzy and all he could do was stare at the other boy’s lips while he talked. 

You were roasting a marshmallow over the fire, letting it get golden, then blackened, before you finally pulled it out and extinguished it with a quick puff of air. You held the skewered marshmallow in his direction, pushing it towards his lips. He took a bite, feeling it singe his tongue for a moment. You laughed and reached forward, brushing your thumb along his bottom lip, eyes-half lidded as you swept away remnants of marshmallow. 

“Here, just lick it off,” you said with a grin. He swallowed, meeting Eddie’s gaze briefly, his cheeks burning hot before you pushed your thumb between his lips and he cleaned off the sticky remnants. You tasted sweet from the marshmallow and smoky from holding onto the joint. You moved your thumb back and wiped your hand off on your shorts. Biting the rest of the marshmallow casually before skewering another. 

Steve licked his lips, and he could almost imagine the taste of your skin there. Eddie was already working on rolling another joint, his work careful and deliberate. Heat bloomed in his chest as the older boy’s tongue darted out, licking the rolling paper to seal it. 

He made himself look away suddenly, occupying himself with the cassette player he had brought. It was your mix inside, a combination of songs you listened to with him and songs you listened to with Eddie. It made a discordant setlist that could go from Metallica to Billy Joel so quickly it would make his head spin. In the middle of a Quiet Riot song that he thought he had heard on the radio once or twice, Steve popped out the cassette and immediately regretted it. Both yours and Eddie’s gaze turned on him, and he stumbled through a shitty response. 

“I wanted to show you guys a mix I made.” He immediately cursed himself internally. He really didn’t want to show Eddie Munson of all people his mix, especially because he knew that he would tear it to absolute shreds with no remorse. He had done so in the past. 

There was no going back, so Steve popped in the cassette and handed you the aptly titled “Steddie Mix <3” so you could tuck it away safely. As soon as he pressed play, he regretted his attempt at branching out his music taste. Because he liked New Order, he really did, but the song choice felt too on the nose. 

Eddie’s face scrunched up in mild discontent. “New age shit, Harrington?” He asked. Steve’s face burned. “What’s this one called?”

Steve swallowed. “Uh, ‘Bizarre Love Triangle.’” Eddie raised his brows, almost in recognition, but said nothing else. He just lit his new joint, took a pull, then reached across you to pass it over to Steve. 

He was grateful as he took a hit, only coughing slightly as he held it in his lungs. He was suddenly aware of the fact that Eddie’s lips were just in the same place that his were, and if he thought about it harder, it was like a kiss that had been deconstructed. He took another pull and passed the joint to you. He wondered if you were thinking about the same things he was. 

Maybe he should just tell you how he felt, maybe he should use his lowered inhibitions to confess everything, even if it made things worse. But that was a bad idea, and even he knew that. It was best to just bite his tongue and smoke with the two of you, listen to his mix, and eat a goddamn s'more. He didn’t need to ruin the nice trip because he was confused. It would work itself out eventually. 

He hoped. 

“So, Eddie,” you said as you passed him the joint, now decorated with a smudge of your lipstick. “What’s next for you now that you’re a high school graduate?”

Eddie sighed, stretching out his legs, his leather boots dangerously close to the campfire. “Dunno,” he shrugged. “Move somewhere nicer than the shithole that is Hawkins. Form a new band, meet a nice girl or guy or something.” Steve tried to conceal his shock so he didn’t look like an asshole or a bigot. “What about you, Harrington? You’re one year out from the hellhole that is Hawkins High… Big plans?”

Steve swallowed. “Uh.” His face was burning hot, surely pink up to the tips of his ears. “I don’t exactly have opportunities jumping out at me, you know?” The admission made shame well in his stomach. “I want to move out soon, maybe find a community college that doesn’t care about my shitty high school GPA. Meet a nice girl… or guy.” He took a swig of his beer, almost forgotten beside him, and relished having something to shut him up. 

You held up your own bottle, the brown glass gleaming in the firelight. “To big plans,” you said. Steve tapped his bottle against yours, and Eddie held up his joint. 

The campfire was dying, but you all stayed there, getting that delicious mixture of tipsy and high until all that was left were embers. 

———

The tent was pretty big— one of those giant canvas monstrosities that you could stand up in— but you were still all crammed inside like sardines, tossing and turning to get comfortable. Steve’s arm slung across your waist, but he was warm and you were sweaty so you shrugged his touch off. 

“This sucks,” you groaned, turning onto your back to stare up at the peak of the tent. “It’s hot and cramped and I’m going to kill both of you for leaving my tent back home.” You sat up suddenly, your lowered inhibitions getting in the way of your better judgment. You tore off the pajama top you slept in, leaving you only in a pair of silky shorts and a bra. You laid back, a frown still painting your lips at the sticky feel of your skin. 

It was fucking hot. And it didn’t help that Steve was like a furnace. Neither of the boys seemed too bothered by the sweltering heat in the tent. Eddie was pretty much already asleep in his plaid pajama pants, ripped at the knee and torn around the ankles. He was sprawled on his stomach, one arm tucked under his head like a pillow, a thin blanket slung around his waist. 

And Steve was fine, although he looked concerned that you were uncomfortable. He slept in a thin white tank top and sweatpants, which made him look more handsome than he needed to be. “I’ll sleep in the car if you want,” he said, his voice just below a whisper. “I just need to ask Eddie for the keys.”

You shook your head. “No, he’s already asleep, I think,” you replied. “I’ll be fine. Just go to sleep.” He nodded, offering a tired smile before turning onto his side, his legs curled slightly into himself. A deep sigh escaped you as you closed your eyes. 

For the next hour, Eddie slept fitfully, tossing and turning back and forth until you were partly convinced he was just as awake as you felt. Steve, on the other hand, seemed to be peacefully sleeping— scooting closer to you unconsciously as he slept, until he was tucked into your side and his leg was nestled between yours. And then Eddie turned onto his side, pressed firmly against you until he hooked his leg over yours and pulled you close like a koala. 

God, they were needy when they were asleep. Eddie’s breath was soft against your throat, and you could feel from the cadence of it that he was asleep. You shifted between them and Eddie hummed softly, a sweet sound you hadn’t known could escape him. You were long since sober, but the feeling of his breath on you and Steve’s fingers on your bare skin made you feel euphoric. 

Between the two of them, it was easy to forget the heat. You were far more focused on how they were touching you, the feel of their hair tickling your skin and each sleepy shift in their movements. Still, sweat beaded along your back, tacky where baby pieces of hair curled at the base of your neck. 

Eddie made a sleepy hum as he shifted closer, practically nuzzling against you. It made sudden sense why he slept with a body pillow in his bed, aside from the obvious reasons. He was a touchy person while awake, always nudging or wrapping himself around whoever he was talking to. And he was just the same when he was sleeping. 

He mumbled something groggily as you wriggled slightly, trying to get comfortable. His hand wrapped around your waist, just above Steve’s, tugging you into him. 

Oh shit. You froze as you felt something prodding against your ass. This is why you wanted your own tent. 

“Eddie,” you whispered softly. “Are you awake?” He didn’t respond, and you knew he had to be asleep, or else he’d be panicking and apologizing and making a weird big deal about his random nighttime boner. 

Steve blinked slowly beside you, his brows furrowed to see you in the dark. “What’s goin’ on?” He slurred sleepily. His thumb rubbed lazy circles on your skin.

Your face burned. “It’s nothing,” you lied. His knee shifted between your legs as he moved, and your heart hammered. You were all so fucking close to each other. “Eddie’s just holding me a little tight.”

Steve lifted the dead weight of Eddie’s arm slowly, so as not to disturb him and nodded your way. “C’mere, I’ll scoot so you have more room.” You wriggled as you attempted to free yourself from Eddie’s leg pinning you down. Eddie moaned softly, rutting against you. 

A shiver ran through you at the soft sounds escaping his lips, the way his breath felt against your throat. You were liking this way more than you should have been, especially with him asleep. 

“Eddie, c’mon, wake up,” you said, a little louder now that Steve was awake. 

“Mmmph.” He buried his face in your hair. 

The air mattress moved with another shift of Eddie’s hips, and he gasped again at the feeling, perhaps a bit more awake than he was before. 

Steve swallowed as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see the way Eddie was practically grinding himself against you in his sleep. “Is he…?” He trailed off. “We should wake him up.”

“Yeah,” you said on an exhale. “Yeah, we should.”

You reached back and shook Eddie’s shoulder, hoping to rattle him awake. He groaned and rolled off of you, a frown painting his lips as he squinted into the dark. 

“Can’t see shit,” Eddie muttered, quickly reaching up to flick on the lantern. The sudden light made you groan with annoyance, shielding your eyes until they could adjust. 

 Great. Now you were all completely awake again. “Why’s your fuckin’ top off?” Eddie asked groggily after glancing over at you. You tugged your blanket up quickly, heat blooming in your cheeks as his eyes narrowed. “Were you and Harrington fucking?”

“What?!” Steve nearly yelped. 

“No!” You insisted. 

Eddie laughed, rolling onto his side, his head propped up on his hand. “Good, ‘cause I would’ve felt left out.” You swallowed, blinking up at him as his words sank in. Steve was uncharacteristically quiet, and you were so conscious of his hand on your stomach, still there even though you were well past being able to blame closeness on being asleep. 

Eddie furrowed his brows at both of you. “That was a joke. What’s up with you two?”

Well, I’m sandwiched between two guys who I want to sleep with and one of them was dry humping me in my sleep. That’s what's up with me. “It’s just hot in here.”

Eddie sighed in conceit, throwing the blanket off of himself. Even in the dark, you could see the tent that had formed in his flannel pajamas. Your heart thrummed and your head swam with thoughts you shouldn’t have had about a best friend. 

“Where are you going?” You asked, sitting up. 

Eddie furrowed his brows. “Full disclosure?” You nodded. “I’m going to take care of my situation.”

Your eyes went wide. “You can’t go out there right now!” 

Steve sat up then, glancing between the two of you. “Why not?”

“Bears!”

Eddie snorted, shaking his head. “Oh my god. A bear isn’t going to come kill me while I jack off.”

You slapped his arm. “I’m serious, Eddie! You heard the park ranger on the way in. It’s bear season. You’re not going.”

He rolled his eyes. “What do you suggest, hm? Pray the boner away?”

Heat bloomed in your cheeks and you shook your head. “No, I mean, just take care of it here.”

Eddie looked like he’d just been struck dumb. His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “You’re totally serious right now?”

You plucked at a stray thread on your blanket, suddenly far more interested in the poorly made quilt than meeting Eddie’s gaze. “I mean… yeah it’s safer than going out there.” You peered up at him. “I’m trying to look out for you.”

The tiniest of smiles turned up his lips, and you felt your heart begin to race as he inched impossibly closer to you. He smelled like a campfire and you wanted to just breathe him in. Your lashes fluttered as he looked at you. 

“You sure that’s all you’re trying to do?”

You stammered. “What?” Your voice came out high and pitchy, and you cursed your stupid vocal cords for betraying you.

“Back me up, Steve,” Eddie said, drawing the younger boy’s attention back to the two of you. It seemed that he was trying his best to be occupied by the flat canvas of the tent wall. 

“Hm?” Steve scratched at the back of his neck, his cheeks were impossibly red. 

“Doesn’t it seem like she’s trying to get me to jerk off in front of you two?” Eddie raised a brow as Steve swallowed hard. “Oh… you’re into that, aren’t you pretty boy?”

Steve stammered, but it was impossible to hide it. The thin blanket across his lap couldn’t hide his obvious hard-on, no matter how he shifted and squirmed to hide it. 

Eddie was eating the attention up. You and Steve, squirming and embarrassed as he called you both out on your lewd thoughts. It was like Christmas and his birthday rolled into one. 

He laid back on the stupid blow-up mattress, one arm thrown behind his head. You bit down on your tongue to keep a gasp from escaping your lips at the sight of his tattooed bicep. Eddie Munson was so fucking handsome it made your teeth ache. 

You could hear Steve’s breath catch as Eddie closed his eyes, letting his hand slip beneath the band of his pants. “Mmm…” A gratified moan escaped his lips as he took his length into his hand, concealed by his pajamas. “Fuck me.”

His head fell back against his pillow, the expanse of his neck looking oh so inviting. Want stirred within you, throbbing at your core. Of all the ways you had seen him before, nothing could have prepared you for this. 

A whimper escaped Steve beside you, and your heart stuttered at the noise.  He couldn’t help himself, that much was obvious. He rubbed along the outline of his cock in his sweatpants, rutting into his grip. 

“This is so stupid,” you said suddenly. Eddie’s movements didn’t falter, didn’t cease as he looked at you expectantly. “Why should we all get off by ourselves when we can just… use each other?” You swore internally. “I mean… what’s a bit of fucking around between friends?”

Steve groaned. “Jesus fuck.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you couldn’t help but relish how pretty he was. “You can use me, I don’t—“ His lips met your shoulder, peppering kisses on the sweat-sticky skin. “I don’t fucking care. I want it.”

Eddie cried out, watching as Steve fucked into his hand and placed wet, open-mouthed kisses anywhere he could reach. He dipped down, mouthing at your tits over your bra with desperate hunger. His moans vibrated against your skin as you replaced his hand with your own, stroking him through his sweats. 

“God, what did I say about feeling left out,” Eddie muttered, sitting up so he could join the two of you. His mouth met yours instantly— an eager meeting of tongues and teeth. You gasped at the feeling of his tongue against yours, the domineering way that he claimed your mouth as his own. 

Steve was bucking into your hand, keening against your skin. You’d never known him to be so needy— the king Steve who you had crushed on when you sat in the bleachers at basketball games and swim meets. The cocky bravado that you noticed when he paraded around the natatorium in nothing but the horrible Hawkins-green speedos. 

But he was desperate, and you had never known you could love that so much. He kissed your skin with reverence, pulling down the cups of your bra to suck on your tits. He groaned against supple skin, nuzzling into them. 

“Why don’t you—“ Eddie’s words were cut off by you leaning up and capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss. He pulled back and held your chin in place with his thumb. “Why don’t you take Harrington’s cock out, hm? Make pretty boy feel good for us.” He glanced over to Steve, whose pupils were blown wide. “How does that sound, Steve? You want us to make you feel good?”

“Mhmm,” Steve moaned against you. “Whatever— shit— whatever you want.”

Eddie grinned like the cat who got the cream, brushing his thumb over your lip briefly. “You hear that?” He asked, ever-so-dramatic. “Stevie here says he wants whatever we want.” You gave a shuddering breath as you blinked up at Eddie. “Do you want something, sweetheart?”

“To touch him,” you said in what was barely a whisper, your voice failing you. “Wanna make him cum for us.”

Eddie pet your hair affectionately, but there was something more in his gaze. “How benevolent of you.” His hand moved from your chin, traveling down the side of your throat and abdomen until it found the elastic of your shorts. “What if I gave that sweet pussy of yours some attention while you so graciously focus on Harrington? You want that? You want your best friend to eat your pussy until you’re begging for mercy?”

You nodded wordlessly, too wired to form a complete sentence. He slid his hand beneath your waistband, holding your gaze as he breached the elastic of your panties just as easily. His fingers stopped just short of your clit, resting firmly on your mound. 

“Are you gonna be wet when I touch you down there, sweetheart? Does touching Harrington’s cock while kissing me get you all hot and bothered?” He asked, grinning when your cheeks flared with heat. “Aw… don’t be shy. Tell me the truth.”

You nodded just as he let his middle finger brush your clit, a gasp ripping past your lips. He smiled wickedly, dipping his fingers further until he found a pool of slick at your center. 

Eddie clicked his tongue disapprovingly as you tried to grind yourself against his fingers. “Don’t forget about pretty boy over here,” he chided. “Can’t just be you having all the fun, can it? I thought your whole idea was for us to use each other?”

His voice was teasing and pretty. You were pretty sure that in that moment he could read an encyclopedia cover to cover and you would be a dripping mess by page three. 

Steve’s breath caught as your fingers caught on the elastic of his sweats, tugging down just enough to free his cock. Sheepishness made his cheeks flush, and he swallowed hard as you took in the sight of him, tongue darting out to lick your lips. 

“It’s okay, right?” He asked hesitantly. 

“It’s fucking perfect, Steve,” you replied as you took him into your hand, eliciting a gratified moan from his pretty lips. He buried his face in your neck as you stroked his length, relishing in each desperate noise you pulled from him.

You were so distracted by the pretty noises he was making that you hadn’t even noticed Eddie getting comfortable between your legs until his rings stung cold on your burning hot thighs.

He peeled your shorts down your legs, his lips following the path that his fingers brushed down your legs. A pretty smile spread across his lips at the sight of white cotton covering your modesty. He made a face that looked nearly pained with desire, hunger dripping from every feature. “C’mon, sweetheart, you’re killing me.” You grinned as he peppered kisses along the plush of your thighs, leaving your skin glistening in each spot his mouth claimed. 

“Keep going, baby,” Eddie instructed. “You stop, I stop.” Oh, you realized suddenly. You’d stopped touching Steve. 

It was hard to focus on giving Steve an adequate handjob with Eddie’s face between your thighs. He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on your pussy through the pristine white cotton, groaning at the smell of your desire. Steve, however, didn’t seem to mind. He turned your face with the gentlest of touches to your jaw and captured your mouth with his. 

There was a lot to love about kissing Steve. He was gentle, no matter how desperate he felt. His lips brushed against yours reverently, soft and supple against your own. You had always thought that he had a pretty mouth— pretty everything— and you supposed he got his reputation for a reason. But somehow, that reputation led you to believe that he would be completely different like this— rough where he was soft, domineering where he was pliable. Each moan into your mouth was like a reward, and you found yourself lost in the way he sounded when his moans were swallowed up by you. 

Eddie didn’t bother with taking your panties off— not yet. He simply tugged them to the side and buried his face in your cunt. You gasped into Steve’s mouth, grabbing onto his shoulders for purchase as Eddie feasted on you. Your thighs trembled as his tongue explored you, dipping into your entrance before teasing at your clit. He moaned low and throaty as he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling until you had to pull back from kissing Steve to cry out in earnest. 

Eddie watched you from between your thighs, his big, pretty eyes darkened with desire. He looked every bit the fallen angel that Hawkins believed him to be, and you couldn’t get enough. You moved your free hand to his hair, just as soft as you’d expected it to be as you tangled your fingers in it. When he moaned against your pussy it felt like heaven.

“Does it feel good?” Steve asked, his words buzzing against your jaw as he traced it with warm kisses. Your face burned with desire and sheepishness at the question. “‘S Eddie’s mouth making you this desperate?” His breath was shallow as you stroked him, and you could sense that he was doing all he could to maintain some semblance of control. 

“And you.” It took everything within you to meet his gaze while Eddie was quite literally tongue-fucking you. Steve cried out as your thumb teased the head of his cock, bucking into your fist. He swore, moving your hand from around him, a sheepish blush painting his cheeks. 

“Nearly made me bust in your hand like a fucking teenager,” he muttered, but the adoring expression in his gaze told you he didn’t mind that much. “Sound too pretty with Munson between your thighs. Driving me crazy.” Every few words, Steve left needy kisses along your throat, his big hands groping at your tits, making you arch into him. Each noise that he and Eddie pulled from within you made his cock twitch in his lap, still aching and needy. 

Eddie was fucking relentless— thick fingers probing inside of you, stretching you out while his tongue laved at your clit. You could feel the mess that you and he had made of your thighs, of the blanket beneath you. Everything was sticky and wet, and Jesus Christ, you could hear how hungrily he feasted on you and how wet you were as his fingers plunged in and out. 

And beneath all of it, you could feel him mumbling against you— broken sentences that would have made you blush in the daylight. Taste just like heaven. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Sucking my fingers right in.

You could practically taste how close you were— metallic on the back of your tongue. Eddie groaned as your grip on his hair tightened and your ground your cunt against his fingers and mouth. 

“That’s it,” Steve hummed against your skin. “Let go for us. Show us how pretty you look when you cum.” And with Steve fucking Harrington talking like that in your ear, did you really have any choice? 

In all of your life up until that point, you’d never experienced a feeling quite like it. Eddie’s mouth on you, the way he stretched you with his fingers, Steve’s mouth on your tits. Your thighs clamped around Eddie’s head as he worked you through your orgasm, muscles tensing until you came down with a broken moan. He placed a few featherlight kisses to your clit, making your legs tremble.

When he sat back, his face glistened with your desire. His lips were swollen and puffy from use, even prettier when he grinned up at you and Steve. “Fuckin’ ambrosia.” He slotted himself between the two of you, that smug look on his face not even budging. His gaze moved to Steve, and you watched the younger boy swallow hard at the attention. “C’mere, Harrington. Have a taste.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as Eddie tilted his head up with a firm hand beneath his chin, tugging his mouth open slowly. With a gentle nod, Steve opened his mouth, peering up at Eddie expectantly. You watched through your lashes as Eddie spit onto Steve’s tongue, thick with your essence. He wiped at Steve’s bottom lip as he closed his mouth and swallowed. 

There was a moment of complete stillness between the three of you, like you were each waiting to make the next move. You glanced between the two men, watching them look at each other, trying to read their limits in each other’s faces. 

You could see the moment Steve broke— the hungry, desperate fuck it that played in his mind as he practically lunged forward to capture Eddie’s lips with his. His hands tangled in Eddie’s long, unruly hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Eddie moaned into Steve’s mouth, and you shivered as you watched their tongues brush each other as they leaned back in for more. 

“Fuck, Harrington,” Eddie gasped as he pulled back. You watched his eyes rake over Steve’s body, the awkward combination of no pants and the tank top that had ridden up his stomach. “We’ve gotta get you undressed.”

Ever-so-eager, Steve tugged off his shirt before you or Eddie could move to do it for him, messing up his hair in the process. You grinned, leaning in to run your fingers through it, and he leaned into your touch. 

“You taste good,” Steve said, meeting your gaze with a tiny smirk. You rolled your eyes and pecked his lips. 

“She feels good too,” Eddie said, running his warm hands up and down your thighs. You shivered, squeezing your thighs together as a wave of desire rushed through you. “I bet you want to feel her, dontcha? Get your dick wet? Don’t worry, I got her nice and ready for you.” As if to demonstrate, he eased your legs apart and tugged your panties down. When you were bare for them, he swiped a finger through your folds, revealing it to be glistening with your wetness. Your heart thrummed as he popped that finger in his mouth, cleaning it with his tongue. 

Steve’s eyes went wide and he swallowed. “You haven’t done anything yet,” Steve said, glancing down at the hard-on confined within Eddie’s pajama pants. 

Eddie waved him off. “I’m being generous, pretty boy. Trust me, I’ll enjoy watching you fuck her as much as you’ll enjoy doing it.”

You shook your head, fingers slipping beneath the elastic waist of his flannel pajamas. “Mmm… nope,” you said, peering up at him. “What if I blow you while Steve’s fucking me instead? Then you can trade and I can clean him up.”

Eddie raised a brow as he looked at you. “You been thinking about this a lot?” You nodded, teeth digging into your bottom lip to contain your sheepish smile. “Yeah? You want both of us, hm? So greedy for cock you can’t pick?” A whimper escaped you as you nodded. He smiled and glanced over your shoulder at Steve. “Alright, Harrington, let’s give the lady what she wants.”

Eddie was quick to lay back on the mattress, nodding for you to slot yourself between his legs. Of course he had left his clothes on, wanting you to undress him. You settled on all fours, back arched as you pulled off Eddie’s pants. You licked your lips, blinking up at Eddie with newfound hunger. 

“Aw, are you speechless sweetheart?” He asked, petting your face with a smug grin. You rolled your eyes, but Eddie still looked rather proud of himself. And holy shit when did he get a tattoo on his thigh? 

Steve leaned over you, kissing between your shoulder blades. “You ready for me?” He asked. You shivered as he brushed your into his fist, keeping it out of your face. 

“Yes, Steve, please,” you gasped, wiggling your hips impatiently. Eddie grinned, meeting Steve’s gaze over your head. 

“We’ve gotta get her attitude in check, don’t we?” Eddie asked. He took his cock into his hand and stroked himself as you watched, waiting and eager to get him into your mouth. “Don’t worry, we’ll get her all straightened out.”

Steve’s cock teased your entrance, but he paused reaching around until his hand was in front of your mouth. “Spit for me?” He asked. You could feel heat rise in your cheeks, but you obliged him, spitting into his hand. “You too, Munson.”

“I like this side of you, Harrington. You’re so bossy,” Eddie said, leaning forward to spit into Steve’s hand. You turned, looking over your shoulder as Steve used his spit-slick hand to stroke his cock, gathering precum from the tip as he worked his hand. 

You grasped onto Eddie’s thighs as Steve’s cock pressed against your entrance, stretching you with each inch that pushed inside. You cried out when he was fully sheathed within you, clenching around him as he stilled, letting you acclimate to his size. A whimper escaped your lips and Eddie laughed condescendingly, petting your hair. 

“Aw, Stevie, I think she wants you to move.” 

He was so smug, and so attractive, and you loved Eddie so much that it was infuriating. Here he was, smiling and acting casual as if you weren’t actively dripping around Steve Harrington’s cock while your mouth was inches away from his own. Fuck smugness. You looked at him through your lashes as you let your tongue trace him from base to tip, eliciting a shaky moan. You smirked, feeling rather proud of yourself, and took him into your mouth completely. 

He swore, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you took him deeper, spit slicking your hand where you grasped his length. Steve couldn’t have held out any longer if he wanted to— not with the sounds you and Eddie were making, the way your walls were fucking squeezing him. He gave an experimental thrust and you cried out, your voice muffled filthily by the mouthful of Eddie’s cock.

“Fuck, feels so good,” Steve cried out, dropping your hair to grasp onto your hips so he could pull you back onto him with every thrust. Every noise you made was strangled like it was being ripped from your lungs. You weren’t alone in being ridiculously loud, which was reassuring. Steve couldn’t seem to keep himself quiet at all— wasn’t even bothering with volume control. He sounded so pretty that you wished you could record it and play it over and over. 

Eddie was a step down from Steve, but certainly wasn’t quiet. Where Steve was all breathy moans and swears, Eddie was low, guttural moans that made you shiver. His head was tossed back against the floral pillowcase you had brought, the veins on his neck prominent with each pretty noise he made. 

“That’s it,” Steve praised as you slipped a hand beneath yourself to rub at your clit. “Keep touching yourself like that.” He cried out, fucking into you deeper and harder. “Fuck, you feel so good. Squeezing me so tight. Fucking perfect.”

You were drooling around Eddie’s cock, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth and spilling down your hand. It was messy and desperate but Eddie was fucking loving it. Each whimper around him, each time you gagged or had tears well up in your eyes as you looked up at him— it was fucking heaven. 

You moved your mouth from him, lips swollen and puffy as you caught your breath between whimpers. Eddie wiped your mouth with his thumb tenderly, the tiniest of adoring smiles on his lips, not that anyone would believe you if you said it. You continued jerking him off in time with Steve’s thrusts, which only drove him crazier. 

“Aww, pretty girl’s getting close,” Eddie cooed, though the bravado present earlier wasn’t as striking when he was so utterly fucked. “Gonna cum again for us?”

You whimpered, nodding desperately. You mouthed at the head of his cock, your tongue laving it sloppily as Steve fucked you. Your fingers stumbled to keep their rhythm on your clit as you got closer and closer, thighs trembling with the effort not to buckle.

A guttural, desperate moan escaped you as you came, trembling with the intensity of your second climax of the night. You shivered as you came down, whimpering as Steve fucked into your sensitive cunt. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Steve gasped, urgency in his tone. “Tell me where you want it.”

You were slow with the euphoria weighing down your veins. Before you could respond, Eddie piped up. “C’mere, Harrington.” Steve’s eyes went wide, but he pulled out, stroking along his soaked length as he settled next to Eddie. You watched through heavy lids as Eddie replaced Steve’s hand with his own, jerking him off tentatively as he looked up at him. “This okay?”

“M-more,” Steve nearly pleaded. Eddie raised a brow, his lips quirking up in a grin. 

“You mind if I take care of Steve, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked. You shook your head, a sated smile painting your lips as you watched Eddie sit up on his knees, peering up at Steve through his lashes. “Go ahead, pretty boy. I’m all yours.”

You knew that Steve wouldn’t last long. He held onto Eddie’s hair like a lifeline as the metalhead took him into his mouth, tasting your desire on his length. Eddie moaned at the taste, at the feel of Steve’s cock heavy on his tongue. 

“Shit,” Steve cried out, his voice wavering. “Oh fuck. ‘M gonna cum.” His warning didn’t deter Eddie one bit, which was admirable. You watched with a sympathetic sort of satisfaction at the sight of Steve cumming onto Eddie’s tongue. Head thrown back, stomach twitching as he drained himself completely into the older boy’s tongue. 

Eddie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You up for more, Sweetheart?” He glanced at Steve, who had already laid down on the mattress in an attempt to catch his breath. “I think Stevie boy’s out of commission.”

You laughed, almost feeling like joining him. “For the Edward Wayne Munson? The resident freak of Hawkins, Indiana?” You asked, crawling into his lap. Your faces were so close that your noses brushed. “Always, baby.”

He inched forward, pecking your lips gently. “Didn’t exactly plan on fucking anyone on this sweet little camping trip,” he admitted. “No rubbers. You want me to pull out?”

“Nah,” you replied, grinding your hips against him. “It’ll be like your graduation present.”

“Fuck me,” He groaned, shaking his head. “If your graduation presents are this nice, maybe I’ll go to college.” You rolled your eyes, reaching between you to grasp at his cock. He shuddered, chest heaving as you lined him up with your entrance and sank down onto him. 

Both of you went still, just breathing together as you adjusted to his size. Steve had him beat in terms of girth, and that stretch felt fucking perfect, but Eddie was so fucking deep that you could practically feel him in your stomach. 

“Good?” He asked softly. You nodded wordlessly, leaning forward to kiss him again. 

You rode him in earnest, despite your muscles aching from the night’s exertions. Your own pleasure was the last thing on your mind, still thrumming from your last climax. All you wanted was to be the reason Eddie Munson was falling apart beneath you. His hair clung to the edges of his face, tacky with sweat. You had almost forgotten that the heat was a problem with everything going on. 

You glanced past Eddie to see Steve propped up on his elbows, watching you both intently. His undivided attention only made desire burn hotter within you. You rolled your hips against Eddie, arching your back to draw attention to your tits. He groaned at the sight, almost like he’d been reminded they were there. He took one of your tits into his mouth, sucking on it fervently as he groped your other breast. 

“Feel so good inside of me, Eds,” you practically purred. He groaned against your tits and you grinned. “Want you to cum in me. Fill me up, don’t waste a drop.”

“Fucking vixen,” he mumbled between groans of pleasure, peppering soft kisses along the supple skin of your chest. 

You reached up, tugging his hair so he fucking whimpered. “C’mon, baby,” you urged, riding him harder and faster despite the burning in your thighs. “Cum for me. Please, Eddie.”

He tried to hold out longer, but the sight of you practically begging for it, of your tits bouncing as you rode his cock was too much for him to handle. He held your hips in place as he came, twitching within you until you slipped off him. 

Pearly white dripped from your cunt, sticking to your thighs as you rolled off of him, claiming your place between him and Steve. You could feel your desire cooling between your thighs, the mess of spit from kisses and sweat cooling on your skin. You’d all need a long trip to the showers tomorrow. 

Steve was the first to move closer to you— nuzzling into your neck, wrapping his arm around your waist. You reached for Eddie, tugging him right against your other side. “I love you guys,” you sighed contentedly. “Now let’s get some sleep.”

———

In the morning, you had to practically pry yourself from Steve and Eddie’s arms. You stretched, goosebumps erupting over your bare skin. You should’ve dressed before bed,  but the three of you had fallen deeply asleep practically the moment you cuddled together on the shitty mattress. 

Each article of your clothing was tossed around the tent— Steve’s tank top hid your shorts, but your panties were nowhere to be found. If you had to guess… Munson. You dressed as best as you could, though, and recovered your boys with the blankets, eager to grab a drink from the cooler outside. 

You opened the tent flap and stepped outside, freezing with shock. 

“Eddie! Steve!” You called with concern. “Come look at this!” They rushed out of bed, wrapping their respective blankets around their waists to preserve a modicum of modesty before joining you. 

“Oh… shit,” Eddie said. You could hear the amusement in his tone, so thick that you didn't even have to look to see he was trying not to laugh. 

The campsite was utterly wrecked— your ice chest emptied, Steve’s bag of clothes emptied out and strewn around. Everything that hadn’t been packed back into the van had been tossed around like a tornado had blown through. 

“I told you,” you said finally. “It’s bear season.”

Steve shook his head, a tiny grin on his lips. “More of an excuse to go back to Hawkins and repeat what we did last night on a real bed, right?”

Eddie grinned, glancing between you and Steve. “You know what? That’s not a bad idea, Harrington. We pack that van now, we can be back in Hawkins screwing each other’s brains out by lunchtime.”

You sighed, crossing your arms as you looked over the wrecked campsite. “You know… we probably should. Because of the bears, and everything.”

“Didn’t think you’d actually show, sweets. Didn’t know you had it in you to be bad and skip practice like this.” You swallow at the nickname, one he’d given you on your first day as a new kid earlier in the year. You’d been assigned to sit between him and Eddie in biology - the teacher had made some comment about needing to split them up anyway - and when you’d taken out a lollipop Steve had laughed and called you “sweets” for the first time.

Meanwhile, Eddie is blowing out a cloud of smoke and shaking his head. 

“Nah, I always knew she had it in her. You like staring at us when you don’t think anyone’s looking. That’s not what good girls do, is it?” 

You feel warmth heating up in your belly but you lift your head as confidently as you can and smirk back at him. 

“And what, you like smoking behind the school to feel like a bad boy?”

Steve lets out a hearty chuckle and Eddie grins wickedly. 

“I prefer the word ‘man,’ but whatever floats your boat, sweetheart,” he says with a wink. Steve grabs the joint Eddie offers and inhales deeply, looking at you over the burning tip. 

“Skipping practice, hanging out with two football players alone...wanna make it a hattrick?” 

“If that’s a sports reference you’re going to have to translate. I don’t speak jock,” you say, a smile teasing at your lips that makes Eddie bark out a laugh. 

Eddie sits beside you on the table and throws a casual arm around your shoulders. 

“He’s asking if you want to get high with us,” he clarifies. A thrill runs up your spine. 

“Sure, why not?” you ask, reaching out your hand towards Steve. His eyebrows shoot up in amusement and he hands you the joint. 

It takes a few moments to get used to the burning sensation and the strain on your lungs, but you’re proud of yourself for not coughing too much and it seems like the boys are, too.

“What d’you think, Harrington? She’s a natural.” Eddie’s still got his arm around your shoulder but now you’re leaning against him, feeling your head start to get light and airy. 

“Sure you haven’t done this before, sweets?” Steve teases. He sits on the bench on your other side, at a lower level than you and Eddie who sit atop the table. His hand slides over your calf and up under your bent knee. You do your best not to shiver. 

“Never smoked. Some of the cheer girls and I broke into my dad’s liquor cabinet once though,” you admit, hoping it’ll impress them. Eddie cocks an eyebrow. 

“See I knew it! Sweets has a naughty streak in her!” You can’t tell if it’s his words or the fact that Steve’s hand has migrated to your thigh which has goosebumps erupting all over your skin. Eddie continues. “So what did you girls get up to? Topless pillow fights?” He waggles his brow at you before passing the joint to you again. 

“That’s something straight out of a teenage boy’s fantasy,” you scoff, trying to will your heartbeat into check. 

“Who do you think you’re talking to, baby?” Steve says with a grin. 

“So that’s what you fantasize about? A bunch of girls having topless pillow fights?” 

“Nahhh,” Eddie says, feigning bashfulness and swiping at the air. Then he looks you dead in the eye. “Not a bunch of girls, just you.”

Your stomach flips. But you don’t miss a beat. 

“Just me isn’t much of a pillow fight.”

“Ooo she’s sharp, Munson,” Steve cries out. “Not sure how you manage it with all these curves.” His grip tightens on your fleshy thigh and you intake breath sharply. 

The heat in your stomach drops to your core. You never got a lot of male attention in your old school, so when you’d first met Steve and Eddie, their flirtatious ways had alarmed you. Your instinct was to believe they were fucking with you, but as time went on they wore you down. They were such an outrageous pair, tag teaming you with teasing compliments and questions and attention. 

When Eddie ran into you in the halls he’d always stop what he was doing, even mid conversation with other jocks, and ask how your day was while cheekily batting at the hem of your skirt. 

Steve always demanded to be partners with you in English when the teacher divided people into pairs, giving you a roguish smile and exclaiming things like “I’d say you’re the brains and I’m the beauty, but you’re hot enough to be both, so where does that leave me, sweets?” 

Together they kept your mind spinning every day. You weren’t exactly friends with the two of them, but they ate up a lot of your time and energy and you’d begun to feel so wound up that you felt like you’d soon burst if the tension didn’t lessen somehow. 

“You say that to all the girls, Steve?” you ask quietly in response to his comment about your curves. Eddie’s hand joins Steve, curling around the roundness of your other thigh. Steve grins. 

“Of course not. No girl’s got curves like you.” He says it simply, with a shrug. Like he’s not causing your heart to palpitate in your chest. Eddie’s hand slides up and down the length of your thigh, getting closer to the hem of your skirt on each upward movement. 

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know the effect you have on us.” Steve says. You’re looking down to the right to watch him as he speaks, but Eddie grabs your chin and turns you to look at him just as Steve moves up to sit on your other side on the table. 

“Running up on that field with this body.” Eddie says the word ‘body’ like it’s obscene. 

Steve’s hand is the one to grab your chin now, bringing you back to look at him.

“Jumping and bouncing and...” Steve trails off shaking his head with a fond chuckle. “Fuck. We see you scanning the sidelines during your little routine.” 

Eddie’s chin rests on your shoulder, his face nuzzling against your neck making you gasp. 

“We see how your face lights up when you see us there. Watching you, sweets.” 

Your jaw works but nothing comes out. You’re way too overstimulated. Fighting through the haze of your high and all of the ways that they are pressing in and touching you and speaking and filling your senses. 

“You gonna deny it, sweetheart?” Eddie practically purrs. You hold your breath for a second and then shake your head slowly. You’re staring straight ahead at this point but you feel both boys fidget in their seats at your response. Steve hums in approval. 

“The only question left is...which one of us are you really looking at?” You can hear the smile in Steve’s voice even though you can’t see it. Eddie is still draped over you, one hand squeezing your thigh, the other arm around your shoulders while his chin rests on your shoulder. 

“Which one of us do you want?” Eddie asks, his voice low and vibrating into your bones. 

You don’t think. You don’t stop to consider for even a second. Your voice is breathy but the word is sure. 

“Both.” 

What happens next happens in a flash. 

Suddenly you’re yanked up and onto Eddie’s lap, straddling him. His mouth attaches to your neck and that would be enough to send you to the fucking moon but then Steve Harrington’s hand is on your opposite jaw, holding you still as he moves in and arrests your mouth in a searing kiss. 

The sensations are overwhelming. You can’t even begin to process what is happening, but your body responds naturally to the stimulation, giving into the pleasure of receiving everything it had barely even dared to desire. 

“Harrington, let her breathe, fuck!” Eddie grumbles, pulling away from where he’d been sucking on your neck. Steve obliges and you gasp, only then realizing how lightheaded you’d become from lack of oxygen. You only get a second’s reprieve before Eddie is yanking you by the back of the head towards him and sealing his mouth to yours. 

“Oh real nice, Munson. That’s letting her breathe,” Steve says sarcastically. He does, however, shift his focus to go to town on the side of your neck closest to him, no doubt blooming twin hickeys that would match the ones Eddie had sucked on the other side. 

At first your hands don’t know what to do, but then they take on a life of their own. Winding up so that your hands can did into the hair at the napes of both boys’ necks. Pulling them in and keeping them against you, willing their mouths to continue devastating you in this way. 

It’s Eddie who finally puts a stop to everything, pulling away from your mouth - though you lean forward to chase his lips with a whine - and yanking Steve back from your neck as well. 

“Having a good time?” Eddie asks with a smirk. Your eyes, which have been squeezed shut until he speaks, crack open and you blink at him, turning to blink at Steve as well. 

They both look so fucking good. Their lips kiss-bruised and wet, their hair a little mussed, but otherwise both still handsome as ever. Meanwhile you probably look disheveled as fuck. It’s unfair and you pout about but Steve laughs. 

“I think she’s upset that we stopped. Aren’t you, sweets?”

You lean forward to try and kiss Steve, practically crazed at this point and needing to go back to drowning in their attention. He holds you back a bit with a grin and Eddie places a hand on your cheek, dragging your attention back to him. 

“Want to take this party on the road, sweetheart?” 

~*~

Eddie’s small room was quiet, all except for Metallica playing at a low volume through the speakers. The three of you were feeling the effects of the marjiuana, just taking things slow. Now was your time to finally speak up, to finally say what has been on your mind. 

You sat up from your position on Eddie’s bed and looked over at the two boys sharing a blunt, “I have a question.. Proposition? Both?” The nervous rambling begins and you try to shove it down so you could spill out what you wanted to say. “I’ve been having some thoughts about us.” That intrigued them both, the two of them finally looking over at you. Both of them looking at you with their heavy brown eyes might be the death of you, but what a way to go. They encouraged you to go on.

“I want you to, uh, use me.” That wasn’t the way you wanted to word it, but it was the way it came out. You tried to read their expression, trying to find any sort of rejection.

Steve came to sit by you first, wrapping an arm around you, “use you? What do you mean?” You grabbed the half smoked joint from his fingers and brought it up to your lips to smoke. Looks like you were going to be needing more confidence after all.

Now it was time for Eddie to come and sit on the other side of you. He placed a firm hand on your thigh and you couldn’t help but to take in a sharp intake of breath from how cold his rings were. “Don’t you get it, Stevie. Pretty girl wants us to use her.” Something about the way Eddie said that sent shivers down your spine. You didn’t know just how badly you wanted it, needed it until that moment.

You felt Steve press against you more, his leg gently knocking into yours. “Is that so?” He traced a finger up your arm, stopping at your neck to brush your hair away from your ear. “Why didn’t you just say so?” His breath fanned against your ear and you don’t know if it was the drugs that were making you wetter than usual or what. At this point, your panties are ruined and they have barely even touched you.

Eddie grabbed your hand placing it on the bulge growing in his pants. You tested your limits, squeezing your hand around it, smiling to yourself when he let out a quiet moan. “Go ahead and show just how bad you want it, sweetheart.” 

Now, you weren’t innocent. You’ve had sex and all that, but with two people? This was going to be new territory, but you were determined to show them what you could handle. 

You were on your knees in no time, looking up at both of them with the biggest doe eyes. “Think we have an eager girl on our hands, Eddie.” Steve stood up and you watched as he slowly popped the button to his jeans before he slid them down his toned legs. “Like what you see?” Hearing about Steve’s massive cock was an understatement. He was big, how was all of that supposed to fit inside you? You hadn’t even seen the full thing yet, it was still covered by his boxers. When Steve pulled his boxers down was when your jaw hit the floor. You swear you’ve never seen anything that big and you were scared but also very turned on.

Eddie stood up, following Steve’s actions. He wasn’t as big as Steve, but god was he thick. Now you were wondering how you were going to fit them inside any of your needy holes. Your mouth watered at the sight before you. Two cocks aching to be touched and precum leaking from their slits. 

You reached both of your shaky hands up, taking both of their cocks into them. They both let out a shaky breath and for a moment, you feel like you had all the power in the room. 

“All yours to play with, don’t be shy.” Eddie carded a finger through your hair, lightly pulling at the base. You leaned forward and lightly kissed at the tip, feeling the precum spread across your lips. He pulled at your hair again, this time trying to pull you closer to him, “c’mon, open that pretty mouth for me.” You obeyed him, opening up and letting his cock slide right in. He was already reaching the back of your throat and you were gagging, but you wanted to take more. 

While your mouth was on Eddie’s cock, you stroked Steve. He twitched and pulsed in your hand with each squeeze and you couldn’t wait to feel it inside of you, feel both of them inside of you. Steve held in a groan and looked down at you. Your mouth was split open, Eddie’s cock thrusting in and out. Drooling pooling around the corner of your lips, down your chin. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Why don’t you,” Steve pulled your mouth away from Eddie’s cock, a string of saliva still connecting to two of you, “put that mouth to real good use and try to suck both of us off.” You were not used to how rough they were being, but holy shit, you loved every minute of it. 

You didn’t know how exactly you were going to do this. Steve and Eddie stepped closer together, their cocks bumping into each other. You wrapped your hand around both, barely covering them. You looked up at them, flattening your tongue against their bright red tips. A groan left both of the boys from above, their eyes meeting yours. You opened your mouth wide, sliding both of their cocks as far as they would go. It felt like the corners of your mouth were ripping apart, but that didn’t stop you from sucking them further into your mouth. The drool falling down your chin was running down their cocks, soaking their balls.

“What a greedy little slut.” Eddie bit his lip as he watched you. You were barely able to fit them in your mouth. 

Steve’s hand came down and cupped your bulging cheek, “look at our drooly princess.” Eddie’s hand came up to your other cheek, lightly slapping it to make a subtle sting.

“Gotta train her well, don’t we?” Eddie thrusted his cock after his words, making your eyes water. The two cocks rubbed together, both Steve and Eddie almost losing their shit. “That’s it, take our fucking cocks.” 

Both of their hands pulled at your hair, making you look up at the more. “You look so pretty like this, baby.” Steve pulled his cock out, leaving Eddie to do the same, causing you to whine at the loss. “Don’t worry, we’ll give you more to suck on.” 

They stepped forward more, pulling your head closer until both sets of their full balls were resting at your lips. You licked over them, feeling them twitch. They tasted salty and you savored it. Each suck and lick making both of the boys moan above you, curse words falling from their opened mouths. “Who knew- fuck- who knew she’d be so good at this.” Eddie thrusted his hips, his cock rutting against your forehead. You alternated, rolling your tongue over their heavy balls and sucking them into your mouth. 

All of this was turning you on to the max and you needed some kind of friction. Your hips began to grind against air, against nothing, you were desperate. “Look at that, our dirty girl loves our balls so much that she needs to grind against something.” Steve mocked you lighty. “Are you that needy?” You tried your best to nod in the position you were in. “Think we need to give our girl some attention.”

Both of them pulled away at once, their balls gently popping from your mouth. They helped you stand up before they went to work on your clothes. Eddie came around to face you, trailing his lips across your neck before working on your pants. He pulled them down swiftly and chuckled when he brought his hand up to feel the wet patch on your panties. “Is this all for us?” You didn’t get the chance to answer before Steve was pulling your shirt over your head. 

Steve’s hand came around to cup your boobs over your bra, giving them a nice squeeze. “So perfect. He moved his hands and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of the clothes. Both of them faced you, taking in every inch of your body. You had never been this vulnerable with them before and suddenly, you were shy.

Just as you were about to cover yourself up, they stopped you. “Please, don’t be shy now.” Eddie pulled your body against his, giving you a small kiss before gently pushing you on the bed. Your thighs spread automatically, “never seen a prettier pussy.”

Eddie got on his knees in front of you, pressing kisses up both of your legs until he stopped where you needed him most. “Can’t wait to taste just how sweet you really are.” He licked up your slit, collecting your wetness on your tongue. You opened your mouth to moan and Steve took the opportunity to shove his cock right back into your mouth, filling it to the brim.

“Get her to open her mouth wider for me, Eddie.” Eddie just smirked at him while smacking his hand against your thigh. Your mouth opened wider, trying to let out a whine. Steve’s cock somehow slid further down and he threw his head back, “god yes, just like that.”

While Steve was fucking your throat raw, Eddie wrapped his lips around your swollen clit. He had just started and your thighs were already shaking from the pleasure. Each time you moaned against Steve’s cock, he thrusted more, watching as your eyes water. Eddie's tongue flicked at your clit and you felt your body tense up, you were already so close to cumming and he knew it. He pulled away before you could, laughing at you. “You don’t get to cum until my cock is inside that dripping pussy.” 

Eddie sat up kneeling on the bed so that his cock was right at your pussy, “gonna be full of cock aren’t you?” You felt him tap the tip of his cock against your clit, making you jolt forward and gag around Steve’s cock. 

“Fuck, Eddie do that again.” Eddie listened, making you gag more. “She’s got a great mouth on her.” Steve thrusted his cock in and out of your mouth, his balls pushing against your forehead, just that was enough to make you moan more. 

While you were busy distracted with Steve, Eddie spit in his hand and stroked his cock, getting ready for your tight pussy. He didn’t say anything, just slid in. You practically screamed around the cock in your mouth, not expecting such a thick cock to slide into you. “Think her mouth is great? Just wait until this pussy is wrapped tight around your cock.” He grit his teeth, you were squeezing the life out of him. Eddie grabbed your hips, practically bruising them as he set a fast and brutal pace.

You watched as Steve’s hand came into view and you jumped as you felt him pinch your nose, cutting off all your airways. Your body was jerking, trying to look for any sort of breath. Eddie’s breath hitched as you clenched around him, Steve pinching your nose really doing a number on you. “Awe, look at the poor, baby.” He let up once you had enough, pulling his cock out as well so you could get a good breath. Once satisfied, you brought your mouth back to his cock, needing to feel him again. “You are just so desperate, aren’t you”

Eddie threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “Pinch her nose again, the slut likes it.” Steve did just that, causing your pussy to clench around Eddie’s cock. “Fuck, such a good fucking good for us.”

Steve let go of your nose again, pulling out long enough for you to moan. “E-Eddie, I’m so close.” Your whole body was shaking and you were right on the brink. You opened your mouth for Steve again, him taking home in your warm mouth. Once he was settled in your throat, Eddie’s hand came up to squeeze at it. “Can feel just how well she’s taking you, Stevie. She’s just so cock hungry.” That was enough to send you right over the edge.

Your whole body spamsed as you ograsmed, your nails raked at anything you could get your hands on; your thighs, Eddie’s chest, Steve’s thighs. You pushed away, needing to let out some noise. The only thing that could be heard were your screams as they echoed off Eddie’s trailer walls. “Yes, oh my god, yes.” 

Steve and Eddie watched you unfold in front of them. Eddie was trying his hardest not to cum yet. It was like they were seeing and hearing an angel, they couldn’t take their eyes off you. 

Once you calmed down enough, Eddie leaned over your body, pecking you on the lips. “You did so well, but don’t think we are done yet.” He pulled out of your now sensitive pussy and you winced at the feeling. You didn’t like the feeling of being empty now, you needed more. Eddie walked over to Steve kissing him and reaching down to stroke his cock, “why don’t you stretch her out on your cock now? Get her ready for the both of us.” 

Watching the two of them interact so sexually was new to you. You knew that they’ve hooked up before, but actually seeing it was igniting something inside of you. Your hand moved down your body as you watched Eddie continue to stroke Steve’s cock and Steve suck hickeys onto Eddie’s neck. Your fingers found your clit and rubbed slow circles, your eyes never leaving what was happening before you.

“Liking the show, sweetheart?” Eddie smirked when he caught you doing what you were doing and a blush spread across your face.

“I am absolutely loving it.” You quietly moaned. These two men were going to be the death of you, but you had no complaints.

Steve backed away from Eddie and sauntered over to where your feet were dangling off the bed, turn over for me. “As much as I love Eddie’s hands all over me, tonight is about you.” 

He didn’t even give you time to get up yourself, his hands already flipping you over to your stomach. “It’s my turn to get my cock all nice and wet.” Steve pulled your hips back, allowing you to feel his cock right against your thigh. Eddie stretched you out nicely, but was it enough to fit Steve’s cock inside you?

You closed your eyes as you felt Steve rub his cock up and down your slit. He was using your own cum as lube. “Sure you’re ready for my cock, princess?” The rubbing stopped for a moment as he pushed your back down as far as it would go. “Need this perfect ass high in the air for him.” His big hand came down and spanked it once, making you yelp in pleasure. 

Eddie spoke from a chair in the corner of the room, “our girl likes it rough doesn’t she.” You watched his hand as it stroked his wet cock, squeezing at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight, but Steve quickly pulled your attention back to him when you felt the pleasurable burn of his cock stretching your pussy around him.

“Fucking hell, Steve.” Your head fell against the pillows, but Steve pulled you back up.

“Need to hear those pretty noises,” He bottomed out and god, you have never felt so fucking full in your entire life. There was a minor sting from how big he was, but it hurt so good. Steve pulled out, only to slam right back in. Your body would’ve fallen forward if it wasn’t for his hands in your hair. “C’mon, I know you can take it, you got to if you’re going to take both of us.”

Both of them? The thought made you moan out loud and both boys laughed at you. “Think she likes that idea, Stevie boy.” Eddie’s voice got closer as he made his way over to you, standing behind Steve. “What do you say I help you out?” You felt Eddie’s fingers slide into next to Steve’s cock and you swore you saw stars behind your eyelids. You have never felt anything like this before and it was amazing.

You and Steve moaned in unison, Eddie’s fingers making you both feel good. “I think she’s ready for us, don’t you Eddie?” They both pulled out and you flopped forward on the bed. You felt spent, but none of you were close to being done.

Steve laid down beside you and helped you throw a leg over his waist. You quickly caught on and straddled him, grinding your pussy against his cock. His face contorted in pleasure and even more so when you grabbed his cock by the base and slowly slid down, “Fuck, atta girl.” 

Eddie came up behind you, pushing you forward so you were laying your whole body against Steve. “Just focus on him, okay?” You felt the tip of Eddie’s cock slide in next to Steve’s and you held your breath. The pain was almost too much for you, but you were trying your best to push through it. “You got this, sweetheart, just relax.” 

To take your mind off the pain, Steve reached down and rolled your clit between his fingers. It must have helped more than you thought because in seconds Eddie had filled you until he had no cock left to give. 

This was all a new feeling and my god, it felt so good once the pain had turned to pleasure. You thought that a cock and fingers made you feel so full, but nothing compared to having two cocks so deep inside your pussy. They both felt your body relax and began to move. Steve pressed his feet into the mattress thrusting up into you, while Eddie grabbed your hips, pulling you back onto his cock.

They set a rhythm. Each time Eddie pulled out, Steve thrusted up. The only thing that could be heard were your loud moans and the grunting of the two boys. Your body has never felt a pleasure like this and you didn’t want it to ever end.

“Need you both to cum in me, please.” You laid your head against Steve’s shoulder and bit at it, trying to hold back more moans. 

“Wanna be a little cumslut?” Eddie yanked your head back by your throat and you just moaned in response.

“I think,” Steve reached up and pinched at your nipples, “Eddie asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes, I wanna be your little cumslut, please.” Everything happening all at once was making you lose your breath. You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach. Both of the cocks hitting that sweet spot inside you. Before you even had time to react, you saw white. Your whole body lunged forward as you came around both of their cocks, soaking them and dripping onto the sheets below you. Words couldn’t even leave your open mouth, your brain not working properly.

Your orgasm spurred on Steve and Eddie’s. The cocks pulsed inside of you and against one another. The both of them cumming so deep inside of you and so much that it was mixing with yours, making such a wet and sloppy mess. 

It got quiet very quickly, only the breathing of you three could be heard. None of you moved, you all just wanted to feel the euphoric bliss for another moment longer. 

After a bit, Eddie was the first to move, pulling out of you and watching as the cum leaked around Steve’s cock, “I have never seen anything hotter than that.” You could actually feel the cum leak out of you and it made you quietly whine. Eddie lifted you off Steve, gently laying you down. 

“You okay?” Steve pulled you closer to him, resting your head on his chest. You couldn’t really give a verbal answer, just nodding your head with a big smile plastered on your face. Eddie spread your legs apart and cleaned you up with a clean down from the bathroom. “Just let Eddie and I take care of you.” Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead and handed you a water bottle from the side table.

You drank it quickly, needing to replenish the energy in your body. You felt Eddie lay on the other side of you, wrapping an arm around your sweaty body. “You squirted for us.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

“R-really?” You hid your face in your hands. You have never done something like that before.

Steve pried your hands away and gave you a reassuring smile, “no need to be shy now. Eddie and I loved it.” You felt Eddie nod his head in agreement, sleep taking over his body. “The quicker we nap, the quicker we can do this all over again.

Your body was spent, it was covered in bruises from hands grabbing at you and welts from the spankings. Everything felt so sore, but so good all at once. You were glad that you had markings, it made it easier for you to remember this night, as if you could ever forget it. 

The three piled together in a sweaty, cuddly mess. Steve and Eddie rubbing calming hands over your body, relaxing you from what they put you through. It was the calm after the storm, so to speak. You couldn’t wait to do this again, you’re sure this is the best night of your life. They claimed you tonight and you wouldn’t have it any other way.