eddie munson, unfortunately

“How does that sound?” Eddie’s gaze shifted between you and Steve, ensuring you both understood his offer correctly. 

If you heard right - and you thought you had - Eddie Munson was offering to be your guide through the forbidden forest that was BDSM. You hadn’t even heard of the acronym a few weeks ago. And now here you were, trying so desperately but failing so beautifully to avoid the temptation. 

“Yes.”

Eddie chuckled at your blunt answer, then prompted Steve.

“What d’ya say, pretty boy?”

Steve looked dumbfounded. He’d been looking that way a lot lately. Nevertheless, he had his hands awkwardly crossed over his crotch, attempting to hide the evidence of his desire. You’d spoken at length together after your first excursion with Eddie, promising to make it known immediately if there was any uneasiness. Honesty was the foundation of your relationship. It had been from the very beginning when you’d drunkenly confessed your feelings to Steve at one of his infamous house parties. Steve wasn’t uncomfortable, but he felt vulnerable navigating this new world. A world where he wasn’t in charge. And, well, Steve liked being in charge. So he nodded, hellbent on learning everything he could about what gave you pleasure.

“Where do you want us to start, princess?” Eddie inquired.

You had been tossing around an idea ever since Eddie mentioned it, inspecting it from all angles. So you answered frankly, “I want you to choke me.” 

“C-Christ.” Steve stuttered.

Eddie trapped his tongue in his teeth with a sly grin. He sat back and crossed his arms after gesturing to Steve with a flourish of his hand.

“You gonna make her ask twice?” 

Steve glanced at Eddie and then back at you with those warm brown eyes of his, “I don’t want to hurt you.” 

It was true, Steve was terrified of doing something wrong, pushing too many boundaries. His miscalculation, however, was naively assuming you weren’t craving subservience. Eddie knew the glint in your eye. The one that cried out for domination. So he offered a solution. 

“Let me show you.” 

Eddie was a puppet master. He hauled Steve forward, both of them standing over you, crowding your space, but they were more than welcome. The energy in the room had shifted. You were perched on the edge of Steve’s bed, leaning into the two men eagerly. As you blinked up at the pair, they returned your gaze, hungry. 

At Eddie's instruction, Steve’s hand clumsily grazed your skin before settling at the base of your neck. A shiver ran down your spine, unaccustomed to the feeling. He fit like a glove, like his tender fingers were designed for you to wear as a necklace. 

“That’s it. Now squeeze, just the sides… Good.” 

Eddie noticed your eyes glaze over. He loved that blank stare, “We own you, don’t we, princess?”

You nodded fervently, your range of motion slightly obstructed by Steve’s grip. Your head swam, dizzyingly intoxicated. Every worry and thought that had been circling your mind moments before vanished. Eddie's order echoed around your brain, his words the only tangible notion in your stupor.

“Say it.” 

“You own me.” 

“Good girl.” 

You whimpered involuntarily. 

“How does that feel, Stevie? Your girl all pretty and whiny just for us.”

Your eyes were fluttering, but you realized Steve’s gaze had hardened. Watching him channel unholy power was strangely invigorating. For the first time, you were outnumbered. Steve had taken his first steps into the darkness, and he was just getting started. 

“Feels good.” He was acting independently of Eddie now, clutching tighter. 

Eddie’s face was struck with awe and pride. He admired the monster he created whilst fearing him too. He could hardly wait to see how this played out. 

Steve leaned into you, catching your lips with a rough intensity. He pulled away and nipped your lip in the process, forcing a whine to escape your throat. You were dazed. Whether it was from the lack of oxygen or Steve’s change in demeanor, you weren’t sure. But then his touch was gone. Your head lolled from the sudden lack of support, and you fought to keep your eyes pinned on his. He took a few steps backwards and fell into a chair remarkably similar to the one that kept him captive last time, except cushioned and larger. That Steve had vanished. In his place was a brooding creature dressed with an irresistibly cunning smirk. His fingers bounced against his thigh, beckoning you. You wordlessly stood, bewitched by him. But Steve wouldn’t have that.

“Get on your knees. Crawl to me.” 

Steve's body shifted. He was leaning in, daring you. His head cocked to one side, and his elbows rested on his thighs, fingers interlocked. He looked delicious up there on his throne of debauchery. He allowed this experience to consume him, and he was basking in the flames. You were all too eager to join him. You sank to your knees, leisurely moving towards him without breaking his gaze. You savored the way his steely gaze faltered at your body curving. As you reached him, you kneeled, ready and willing. He held your chin in between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting you, observing. 

“Eddie?”

Eddie’s eyebrow raised. His tongue was poking the inside of his cheek, really hoping that Steve wouldn’t challenge his authority today. Steve wouldn’t - not yet, at least. 

“C’mere.” 

Steve was telling, albeit gently, but Eddie listened. Not out of respect but curiosity. What would the king of Hawkins High ask him to do next? Eddie was practically buzzing with excitement. He made his way behind Steve, joining him in leering over you. His ring-adorned fingers were dancing impatiently over Steve’s broad shoulders. 

“Hold her.” 

Eddie didn’t need to be told twice. Before you'd even processed Steve's instruction, he had your arms pinned behind your back. You noisily protested, offended that Steve used Eddie as a henchman. The old Steve would’ve apologized. He would’ve stroked your hair and consoled you until he had you laughing at some silly joke he made. Once again, you were reminded that your sweet boyfriend was gone. In his place, a menace. A young king drunk on power. You were as enraged as you were enthralled.

Eddie’s hair brushed over your shoulder with each attempted struggle. His thumb reassuringly stroked over your wrist. Eddie didn’t use much strength to keep you restrained because, in all honesty, you weren’t fighting that hard. It was nice to be near him again, under his control. Their control. The anticipation of Steve’s next move was killing you. He had never been this unpredictable. Which is why your jaw hung open when he unzipped his jeans and tugged them over his knees. 

“Open your mouth, baby.”

You did, desperate to please. Steve nodded his head, and Eddie’s hand latched onto your hair as if they'd rehearsed it, shoving you down on Steve’s crotch. You moaned on Steve’s shaft, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could manage. It was getting hard to breathe under Eddie’s regiment, and you gagged a little as Steve’s length hit the back of your throat. Eddie yanked you up and wiped the drool from your lips obscenely with his tongue as you gasped.

“I didn’t say she could stop.” 

Eddie scoffed at Steve’s bravado but coerced you again. You were whimpering, very content to be a pawn in their battle for dominance. Steve failed to realize that with Eddie controlling your every move, the tattooed man was determining your mouth's pace around Steve himself. Eddie was being particularly rough in an effort to punish Steve, of course. He knew you could handle it, and he hoped Steve couldn't. 

“F-fuck.”

Steve tossed his head back, unable to keep his composure. Acquiring power had been easy. He had a few lessons to learn in exercising restraint, though. Something Eddie could help him with, no doubt. Eddie untangled his fingers from your hair and allowed you to take back some control. Partly because he wanted to retrieve a rather exhilarating gift and partly because he wanted to observe the subtleties in the way you gratified Steve. He was establishing how to contain the demon he’d unleashed. Just in case. You swirled your tongue skillfully around Steve’s tip, knowing exactly what to do when left to your own devices.

“Hey…” Steve firmly warned you.

He was close, but he didn’t want to cum. Not yet. He used two hands to cup your jaw, pulling your lips to his in an effort to distract you. It worked. 

“Up, get up.” He murmured in between messy kisses. 

His tone was harsh, clashing with the gentle caress of his lips. His soft touch didn’t last for long, though. His fingernails were digging into your skin, making half-moon dents in your flesh as he hauled you onto his lap. You gleefully straddled him and ran your fingers through his floppy hair. You tugged a little, testing his resolve and making him grunt. He didn’t appreciate it. 

“Don’t.” 

He pawed at your skirt, hiking it higher than it had already risen over your thighs. Suddenly, he ripped at your panties, tearing them to shreds. You hissed at the friction burn on your skin. He grinned. Once again, with absolutely no warning, he lifted your hips and sheathed himself deep inside you. You draped yourself over him, burning at the intrusion but relishing the pain. Sparks like mini fireworks reverberated through your body with every bounce. He filled you so wonderfully, it was bliss. Steve was being rougher than normal, but that evil glint in his eye had subsided. The man underneath you was one you recognized and were safe with. 

What both of you had managed to forget, however, was that there was a wildcard now. One who wasn’t tamed so easily. And Eddie Munson didn’t like to be forgotten. He’d retrieved his prize, one that was sure to make you both regret ignoring him for so long. A sharp buzzing rang out. You thought at first that Steve’s stereo had malfunctioned, but in a split second, it was clear that was not the case. An intense vibration electrified your skin, directly where your body meshed with Steve’s. You both yelped at the foreign feeling. It was a pleasure you’d never felt before, and your hips were instinctively twisting, chasing more.

“What is that?” Your voice was shaking.

“A vibrator, princess. Like it?”

“Mhmm...” You moaned into Steve’s neck, low enough so only he could hear, "I love it, Daddy."

Steve groaned back, completely losing control. Every vibration was pulsing through him too, and he just discovered that he would do a lot of bad things to keep that pressure there. He pressed his forehead to your sternum, clawing at your back, sure to leave scratches. He was pumping so hard into you that it hurt. You were consumed by him.

Your eyelids fluttered open long enough to catch a glimpse of Eddie, the deity bestowing you pleasure, who was now naked. Your jaw clenched. You weren’t sure how he always managed to look like that, dripping with sex. Even when clothed, he had an undeniably alluring way of carrying himself. It was the first time you’d seen him clearly in all his glory, and he was blessed. 

Eddie was chuffed with himself. He knew the vibrator would get you worked up, but he had no idea how effective it would be; otherwise he would’ve used it much sooner. His wicked tactics were no match for you and Steve. Certainly not when he cruelly turned the toy off without warning. You both whipped your heads round to glare at him, objecting fiercely. The bastard tried but failed to hide his smirk. 

“Beg,” He had you both exactly where he wanted you. Eddie loved seeing you this needy, this desperate. Reliant on him for pleasure, “Beg, or you’ll regret it.” He taunted, turning the toy on and waving it just out of reach.

“Please!” You blurted out, encouraging Steve to follow suit. 

“Please.” You felt his cock twitch inside you. Steve was ruined.

Eddie grinned, “So good for me.” 

You whined as Eddie pressed the toy to your skin again. He was standing close, so close to both of you. You couldn’t ignore his erection, flushed and angry and perfectly level with your mouth, which was currently unoccupied. You relied on Steve to keep up the pace as you turned your attention to Eddie. Your tongue flicked out to taste him, and he groaned, leaning into you. Eddie used his free hand to guide his shaft deeper into your mouth at the awkward angle. You glanced up at him and then across at your panting boyfriend. Steve’s eyes were hooded and heavy. And then, surprising all three of you, Steve leaned forward and joined you in your efforts. His pink tongue and swollen lips dragged against Eddie's flushed cock, exploring the unfamiliar territory. It was quite possibly the most turned-on you’d ever been. Your tongues battled over Eddie’s shaft, finding intense moments of raw lust to kiss messily. 

At this point, you were all moaning recklessly. You began to buck your hips urgently, chasing that building tension in the pit of your stomach. Your muscles spasmed around Steve, causing him to whimper even louder. Your tongues were drooling, dancing over Eddie, determined to reciprocate the indulgence he was gifting you. Eddie thrust his hips between you and Steve, a sheen of sweat lingering on his forehead and heaving tattooed chest. The vibrations became too much for you, and your breath hitched. Then you lost all control. You thrashed and screamed. You’d never felt undulating euphoria like that powerful little toy was granting you, and it crashed over you in tidal waves. Steve was feral, scratching at your back and hastily cleaning up the mess you left on Eddie with his tongue. With a sacrilegious sob, he came deep inside you. Mess seeped over your thighs, marking you both with evidence of your corruption.

Eddie had taken care of you both, now it was time to return the favor. He discarded the vibrator and held both your mouths in position by your hair, urging you to focus. He was on the edge. Steve dragged his tongue along Eddie’s shaft as you licked delicately around his tip. You had always made a good team.

“Yes… God, fuck!”

Eddie groaned and hunched forward, needing one of his hands to jerk himself over the edge. He came with shuddering beauty, jaw hung open at the spectacle beneath him. You and Steve had your mouths wide, tongues out and eager. Waiting for Eddie. His aim wasn’t the best, resulting in his cum on your cheek, and Steve had some down his chest. You giggled at each other, admiring the other in their rawest form of submission. Without hesitation, you licked up the mess on your boyfriend. Steve followed suit, taking your head in his hands and sloppily kissing at your cheeks. Once Steve was satisfied, he slumped back in the chair, only just beginning to contemplate what had transpired.

“Jesus H. Christ, you two.”

Eddie was using the back of Steve’s chair to prop himself up. It was safe to say you were all exhausted. 

“What?” You teased, blinking up at the raven-haired man innocently.

“Don’t give me that look.” 

Eddie said with an exhausted smile before bending down and kissing your lips gently, unwinding from the chaos of moments before. He took a beat before leaning over to kiss Steve, too, much to your arousal. Your muscles clenched around Steve because he groaned weakly, too sensitive to do much else. Eddie helped you off Steve’s lap and draped you both over his shoulders, hauling you to the shower.

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”

It was peaceful when Eddie started the shower. The roaring water was a tenuous tether back to reality. You and Steve were shattered, draped over each other in a pathetic heap. After that unspeakable encounter, you weren’t sure if you had any brain cells left. You were empty. The only thing circling your mind was Eddie, Steve, Eddie, Steve. Over and over again like a broken record. So when Eddie magically appeared by your side, offering you his arm, you were thankful. Not only because you needed him to stay upright but because he was one of the only things that made sense right now. 

“Come on, sweetheart.” 

His tone flowed like honey, soothing you. You pawed at Steve, who was hanging over the bathroom sink, unwilling to leave him behind but lacking the brainpower to verbalize that. 

“It’s okay, baby, we’ll get him in a second. Watch your step.” 

Hot water splashed over your body, pacifying your stinging skin. You closed your eyes and let your hair get saturated under the spray. You stood there, you didn’t know how long for. But when your eyes fluttered open, the other two were with you, similarly exhausted but ultimately satisfied. Eddie had lathered soap in his hands and was scrubbing you down. You whimpered when his fingers grazed over your raw skin. He apologized with sweet scattered kisses over your burning body.

“Hey, you know you did so good? So well for me and Steve.” 

Eddie was cupping your cheeks now, waiting for the submissive look on your face to dissipate. To ensure you’d crawled out of that space you went to when Eddie and Steve required it.

“You’re okay now. Feel the water on your skin, every drop. Come back to us. Good girl.”

You felt your stomach flip, and you whined, “It doesn’t help when you call me that.” 

Eddie chuckled, “Sorry, baby. Do you feel better?”

You nodded, finally perceiving coherent thoughts rather than having them slip through your grasp like smoke. It was cramped in the shower, and the air was thick with steam, but you wouldn’t have traded it for the world. The color had come back to Steve’s face, and he was working suds over Eddie’s shoulder and back. You leaned into Eddie’s chest, and he enveloped you with wet arms. 

“Steve…” You moaned, wanting to feel him, needing him to ground yourself. 

Eddie shuffled around, and you ended up in the middle of the two men, surrounded by them once more. The smell of Steve’s ginseng body wash and sweat filled your nose. Then, at long last, you were back. Fully reinhabited. You weren’t sure if they wanted to talk about what Steve had done with Eddie, so you ignored it (but made a mental note to ask Steve when you were alone). Instead, you decided that you needed your hair washed. It did still have some remnants of Eddie’s cum in it, after all. You worked foam into your hair, twirling it into funny shapes to amuse the men.

“You need to work on your aim, Sir.” You said the title jokingly, but Eddie’s cock twitched.

It seemed like you had hit a nerve but were too tired to do anything about it. Luckily, Steve was distracted by the bubbles swirling your head. He was playing with them like a child, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his innocent joy. You squirmed playfully and got some froth on Eddie’s nose. Steve cracked up as Eddie stood there attempting to be stoic, but the laughter was too infectious. He scooped some bubbles from your head and threw them at Steve. He ducked but was too slow to avoid the onslaught. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” He was holding his hands up in surrender.

Your stomach hurt from laughing, “Okay, take it easy, you two.”

In the days after your little excursion with Eddie, you feared it would be awkward between yourself and Steve. However, the opposite was true. You were glued at the hip, unable to keep your hands off each other. Even going so far as to hook up Steve in the backseat of his car in the Family Video parking lot, much to Robin’s chagrin. 

“Are we really going to do this?” 

You fiddled with Steve’s hair, straddling his lap in the tight quarters of his car. Eddie had invited you both over that night. Alone, this time. You were asking in disbelief, not judgment, and with only one ulterior motive. If Steve was doubting this arrangement, you wanted to know. 

“I think we are… I-I think I want to. What is happening?” Steve chuckled. He was as perplexed and fascinated as you were, which was reassuring.

He’d confessed to finding the situation liberating in more ways than one. It was as if a door had been opened, unleashing something equally frightening and intriguing. But it didn’t push you apart, it strengthened your bond.

So you showed up on Eddie’s doorstep that night, under the cover of evening winter darkness. Your breath made little clouds as you anxiously waited, freezing hands intertwined. The door creaked open, Eddie appearing before you both with a wicked smile on his face. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” 

“Hi."

You echoed the greeting apprehensively, unsure what one was supposed to say in this scenario.

“It’s cold. Want to come inside?”

You and Steve nodded, gratefully leaving behind the biting chill in favor of Eddie’s invite. 

“You drink beer?” Eddie pointed at you, opening the fridge with his other hand.

He tossed a can to Steve, not bothering to ask. 

“Have you got cider?”

Eddie winced, “Gross. No.”

“Then I drink beer.”

“Ah, good girl.” 

It was a passing comment, Eddie had practically muttered it under his breath, but your stomach erupted with butterflies. You glanced at Steve with a look that said, ‘What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?’ Your fidgeting boyfriend returned a similar one.

“Listen, Munson, we were just curious about the handcuffs you had. Like maybe we could borrow them or something?” 

Steve tried to take charge and lay down the law. But Eddie wasn’t going to let that happen. Not when a golden opportunity like this had been bestowed upon him. 

“No, that’s not what’s happening here.” Eddie lounged in the armchair with his legs spread wide. He held his beer on his denim-clad thigh, “Do you know what this handkerchief means?” He produced a black square from his back pocket. 

You shook your head timidly, as did Steve. You weren’t aware that handkerchiefs had meanings. But you were willing to let Eddie enlighten you.

Eddie ran the fabric through his fingers, “It signals, to people who look for it, that I like S&M.”

“What’s S&M?” 

Steve voiced the question running through your own head. Eddie placed his beer can on the carpet and took a few deliberate steps toward you both. He motioned with his hands as he spoke, the rings on each finger reflecting orange trailer light. His rolled-up sleeves revealed tattoos you hadn't noticed before.

“Sadism and masochism. I like handcuffing people, tying them up. Choking, spanking–”

“I’ve spanked her before!” Steve interjected, just thrilled to understand a word Eddie was saying.

Eddie continued, unphased, “Using toys, degradation. Having my partners submit to me.” 

Eddie was keenly staring at you and drew closer by the second. And suddenly, he was close enough to touch you. He took the opportunity to outstretch a hand and peel back your collar, exposing a lovebite from Steve. His eyes dropped to your newly revealed skin. 

“You like hickies, that’s a good start. And I’ll bet that you like seeing them afterwards. Being claimed.” 

“I’m the only one allowed to give her hickies,” Steve swatted the other man's hand away in an unexpected display of jealousy. Steve's mind had been opened more than he could've imagined in the past week, but this was one boundary he was holding fast on.  

Eddie held his hands up in defense, even though a smirk seemed to be permanently plastered to his face, “Hey, that's cool with me.”

“What’s degradation?” You piped up inquisitively.

“Excellent question. It’s not for everyone, but it goes a little something like this.” 

You innocently watched on as Eddie’s entire demeanor changed. He was standing in the same spot, wearing the same clothes, but a switch had been flicked. His eyes darkened. His lips curled. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his feet were slightly apart, asserting control without having to say a single word. But then he spoke in a low, husky tone. 

“Get on your knees.” 

You were unsure what to do. Your boyfriend was standing next to you, having somewhat agreed to this. But another man was ordering you to kneel. Your hesitation didn’t impress Eddie, and he wanted to make that clear. In one stride, he was next to you. His fingers snaked into your hair and tugged hard, making it sting. He was forcing you to stare directly into his burning eyes. 

“I said get on your knees, slut.” 

His tone struck fear into your chest. It was a good fear, though. The exhilarating kind that you feel on rollercoasters. Your legs crumbled beneath your body. Eddie’s grip didn’t loosen as you fell to the floor. He held your head high and leered over you, your lips apart by mere inches. He didn’t say another word, he didn’t have to. He simply allowed you to endure the weight of his dominance, boundless and immense. You were panting and you didn’t know why. Your heart was racing. It had been all of one minute and you were addicted. Eddie knew it too. He noticed your eyes glaze over and your chest beginning to heave. His grip on your scalp finally loosened and the grin returned to his face.

“How was that, sweetheart?” He straightened up. 

You were left on the floor, gazing up at him through your eyelashes. 

“I liked it,” You thought to check on Steve, who was trying to keep his jaw from hanging open. As you both collected yourselves, he offered you a hand and helped you up. Something occurred to you, “Don’t call me a slut, though. I preferred what you called me earlier.” 

Eddie’s eyes bounced back and forth, trying to recall. You watched his face lit up as he remembered. 

“I can do that.” 

“Good.” You nodded, satisfied with your negotiations.

“Any requests, Harrington?” 

Steve opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, “Uh, I thought… I mean, I was wondering if… And you don’t have to if you’re not cool with it… B-but I wanna watch. You two. Like we did last time but switched.” 

He was stuttering and talking faster than Robin, but he finally managed to communicate his point. You were a little dizzy at the prospect. Not to mention dripping wet. You glanced at Eddie, oddly invested in his answer.

“What d'ya say, sweetheart? Want me to fuck you whilst pretty boy watches?” 

Um, obviously. But you took a beat before replying, casually and calmly, as if Eddie had asked you to help mow the lawn.

“Okay.”

You weren’t sure how it happened. The last thing you remembered was exchanging one final glance with Steve. One that solidified the choice you were both making. A choice that couldn’t be easily undone. And now Steve was obeying Eddie’s every wish, hanging onto each word he said like it was gospel. 

“Sit down, Steve.” 

Steve managed to look pretty just seated there. Dark hair dramatically flopped over one eyebrow. Denim-clad legs splayed. His white wifebeater was clinging to his tan muscles and you couldn’t resist admiring him. Eddie noticed, of course. And yet, for some unknown reason, he decided to indulge you. 

“It’s okay, princess, you can touch him.” 

The pet name flooded your belly with butterflies. You blushed a little as you shyly moved toward your boyfriend. You kneeled between his thighs and craned your neck as he lowered his to kiss your lips. His arms enveloped you instinctively, earning a sharp smack on his hand from Eddie. He yelped and let go, perplexed and seeking an explanation.

“I said she could touch you. I didn’t give you permission to touch her.” 

Eddie nodded at you to continue whilst dragging a knuckle across his chin, thinking up mischief. You were irked by Eddie’s little trick, so you decided to take matters into your own hands as a rebuttal. In an instant, you had unbuttoned Steve’s tight jeans and heaved them and his underwear below his knees. You took a beat to appreciate the look of confusion on your boyfriend's face before wrapping your fingers delicately around his cock. After a few teasing strokes, you eagerly took him into your mouth and put your tongue to work. You heard Steve groan, and you glanced up through your eyelashes, not wanting to miss a moment. He’d thrown his head back and his knuckles rested on his forehead, grateful but slightly embarrassed to be so worked up so quickly. You relished in how responsive he was. 

The false sense of security allowed you to feel oddly powerful. At least it did - until Eddie decided you were having too much fun. He pounced, grabbing Steve’s arms and pinning them behind the wooden chair. It took you a moment to figure out what he was doing, but Steve caught on immediately, judging by the look of panic on his face. Eddie emerged successful, and you only realized what he'd done when Steve started struggling.

Eddie Munson had handcuffed Steve Harrington.

You had to hand it to Eddie, he was brave. Steve was protesting, but Eddie didn’t care. He’d conquered the king, now he had to claim the queen. Your eyes darted between the two men, unsure who to listen to. You tried to settle on Steve, but Eddie place a delicate hand on your chin and tilted it, compelling your gaze to meet his. He had that look again. The one that struck fear into your heart. The one that made you weak. 

“Up.”

Eddie had regained control flawlessly. The illusion of power you thought you held had been shattered. You were on your own, at Eddie’s mercy. And he was going to make you beg for it. 

His hands were on you. Rough and unfamiliar. Unforgiving. They snuck under the skirt you were wearing and pulled down your panties with urgency. You kicked them off your ankles and Eddie grabbed them. He wouldn’t let them go to waste.

“I’ve got something for you, Stevie.” 

Steve’s mouth was already hanging open, who was Eddie to resist the temptation? He bundled the soaked fabric and shoved it between Steve’s lips. Steve’s protests were muffled; however, you were unsure if they were complaints or moans. You were mesmerized regardless. You could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs. God, how were you such a mess already? You wondered if Eddie had cast some secret witch magic on you and Steve, cursing you both to fall under his spell. Well, upon second thought, it wasn’t much of a curse. 

Eddie’s hands were on you again, grasping at all the bare skin they could find. Eddie had done enough waiting, he was ready to feel you. But not without making a spectacle. With a rough shove, he bent you over, consequentially face-to-face with Steve. You had been forced to place your hands on the cold wooden armrests of Steve’s chair to maintain your balance. You were inches away from him, his mouth full and golden brown eyes blown wide. Steve was the very picture of desperation and boy, did it look good on him. 

Eddie finally had you both exactly where he wanted you. Under him. His pretty little toys to play with. And he wouldn’t waste another second. He sheathed himself inside you, immediately setting a rough pace. You were jerked forward and subsequently closer to Steve. Drool was hanging from his gaping mouth, dripping on his straining thighs and over his aching cock. Your thoughts became foggier with each thrust. The haze deepened when Eddie landed a solid, sharp smack on your ass, sending a jolt of searing pain through your body. An ache that complemented the overwhelming pleasure he was inflicting on you. He heard your moans and continued, one after the other, until you were stinging and tears welled in your eyes. 

Despite the onslaught to your senses, you couldn’t help but note how different Eddie felt. Steve filled you perfectly, managing to hit all the right spots without effort like he was made for you. Eddie was wider, thicker. He challenged you. Pressuring your body to accommodate him and stretching you with every ruthless thrust. His hand tangled in your hair again, pulling tight, ensuring your eyes stayed locked on Steve.

“Tell Steve how good I feel, princess. Tell him.”

Uncontrollable moans spilled from your lips. You were losing your mind. Slowly descending into madness with every harsh movement from the man that was not your boyfriend. It was almost too much for you, almost, until you broke a promise which toppled everyone over the edge with you. 

“Feels so good, Daddy.”

You wouldn’t realize what you’d said until it was brought up afterward. You'd unintentionally exposed something Steve had confessed to you in private, ashamed but equally horny. You’d only called him that name a few times before, each time resulting in a visceral reaction. This time he was restrained, helpless. His head lolled back, exposing his neck and bobbing adam’s apple. His cock was angry and red, leaking precum. Steve was a mess. Then he groaned, a gravelly, rasping, pornographic growl. 

Your knees buckled, and you swore you heard Eddie chuckle, relishing every second. Your orgasm was building rapidly, your stomach in knots. Eddie must’ve felt your legs weaken as he took pity on you and allowed you to kneel. 

“You can taste him, baby. Go on. Make your Daddy cum.” 

You were relieved upon hearing Eddie’s command because you weren’t sure how to resist Steve’s flushed cock when it was right in front of your face, twitching and desperate. In an instant your lips were wrapped around his length, doing the best of your ability with Eddie slamming into you and tugging your hair. Steve wasn’t going to last long, but luckily, neither was anyone else. 

“That’s a good girl. Our good little girl.” 

Your muscles involuntarily spasmed around Eddie’s cock, your body subconsciously reacting to the praise. Eddie’s hips stuttered in response. You heard him moan and his thrusts sped up, chasing his high. The noises Eddie was making caused you to whimper onto Steve, in turn sending vibrations through him. He couldn’t hold on anymore, that was the last straw. He was shuddering and panting, jerking his hips as much as his constraints permitted when he came into your mouth. You moaned, greedily swallowing all he gave you. Eddie's fingers were digging into your hips, ramming you into him as he came with a glorious moan. He pulled out and your head rocked forward as his touch vanished.

Your skin was buzzing like you were coursing with electricity. You would’ve been satisfied if Eddie had left you there, in a puddle on the floor, but you were about to learn that he was no quitter. He discarded the condom quickly and dragged you by your hair onto your back. You were dizzy and a little in shock as he crawled between your legs, ensuring Steve still had a good view. 

“I’m sorry, princess, was I rough? I was, wasn’t I? Let me make it up to you.” Eddie’s tone was sweet, yet it sent shivers down your spine.

You wanted to believe him, you really did. Eddie’s eyes locked with yours from between your thighs, a sparkle of wickedness in them. His cheeks were red and his skin was sheened with sweat, little strands of his long black hair stuck to his forehead. His smirk remained as smug as ever until it vanished between your legs to reach your soaked pussy. He toyed with you, licking up the mess he’d made with enthusiasm.

“Eddie… God! F-fuck right there.”

You were grasping blindly at long locks of dark hair. Pulling, pushing, tightening your thighs. Using all the strength you could muster to keep his tongue against your skin. Against all your protests, the pleasure abruptly ended. You whined, unable to hide your overwhelming disappointment as your orgasm slipped away. 

“Eddie! Please…!” You could hear the pathetic whine in your tone but you didn’t care.

“This is how I like you, baby. Needy,” He crawled up your body, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake, “You hear how pretty she moans for me, Stevie?” 

Steve’s eyes were hooded, barely open, he was wrecked. His cock was jerking against his stomach, still unbelievably turned on by the scene in front of him even though he’d already cum. Meanwhile, Eddie was savoring every moment, soaking up the power you were both affording him. He was in control of your pleasure, and he was the one to decide when you were finished. 

His wicked tongue started again, this time accompanied by one finger and then two, stretching and curling inside you. To make matters worse, those damned fingers were stacked with rings. The strange feeling of the cool metal was stimulating you in ways you didn’t know were possible. It didn’t take long until your hips were bucking and your hands were yanking on Eddie’s hair, forcing him to moan into you. Your breath shuddered as waves of euphoria washed over you. Eddie finally granted you sweet release. 

But then he didn’t stop. Your orgasm had wracked your body, but Eddie’s mission wasn’t complete. You couldn’t bite back moans anymore, and then your moans turned to screams. You were writhing, your hips convulsing off the floor to try and escape his touch but to no avail. Eddie removed his digits from you, instead using all his strength to hold tightly to your waist, forcing his tongue against you. His nose was nudging against your clit, his tongue flicking against your opening flawlessly. It was infuriating, how well he could play your body. But luckily for Eddie, you didn’t currently have the brainpower to be annoyed. Your body was overwhelmed, and your brain had long since left the party. You were scratching at Eddie’s arms, tugging on his hair, thrashing your legs, much to his delight. He was eager to see the marks you left on him. You couldn’t form words, you couldn’t form thoughts. You could just feel him. Just Eddie. All Eddie.

And then it was all you. Pleasure in chaotic waves crashed over you again and again. You were screaming as you came, your body still thrashing in an effort to end the overstimulation. Finally, blissfully, Eddie freed you. He crudely wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sitting back to admire the mess he’d made of you. You were spent, panting and sweating and brainless. 

It took you a while to realize Steve was groaning, still managing to sound pretty, despite his begging being obscured by fabric. Eddie was eyeing him up like prey but ultimately decided that he’d gone hard enough on you both for one evening and released Steve. He fell to his knees and spat your panties from his mouth, gulping air. He crawled over and fell on his back next to you, not managing to do much else than listen to the chorus of your exhales.

Eddie made his way over to both of you, chest bursting with pride at the scene of pure hedonism. It was art, the way you were all gasping, naked, and exhausted on his floor. But he wouldn’t leave you to fend for yourselves. He lay on your other side, gently combing his fingers through your hair and dabbing the sweat from your forehead. 

“You did so good, baby. So good for me.” He started directing his words to Steve as well, who was clearly equally shattered, “Just breathe, relax. Listen to my voice, come back to yourself… That’s it.” 

You were weak and dizzy but drunk on the feeling. Eddie's words slowly coaxed your brain back to normal function. You managed to wet your dry lips and open your eyes. Eddie was smiling down at you, the real Eddie this time. You relaxed. Oddly enough, you felt safe. Wrapped up between the two sweaty men. Your boys. 

“Jesus, Eddie. Way to go easy on us.” You sarcastically huffed, unable to hide the smile on your face.

“That was easy!” Eddie objected, the spark in his eyes returning for a brief moment, “Can we talk about the 'Daddy' thing... Because that would’ve been nice to know beforehand.”

You froze and turned your head towards a beet-red Steve. He shamefully nestled his head in your shoulder as you hastily apologized for letting that particular secret slip out. 

“Eddie… God! F-fuck right there.”

You were grasping blindly at long locks of dark hair. Pulling, pushing, tightening your thighs. Using all the strength you could muster to keep his tongue against your skin. Against all your protests, the pleasure abruptly ended. You whined, unable to hide your overwhelming disappointment as your orgasm slipped away. 

“Eddie! Please… Why did you stop?” You could hear the pathetic whine in your tone but you didn’t care.

“This is how I like you, baby. Needy,” He crawled up your body, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake, “You hear how pretty she moans for me, Stevie?” 

A month ago, you would’ve laughed till you cried if someone had merely suggested that you’d be under Eddie Munson. Let alone with Steve, your dutiful and caring boyfriend, handcuffed naked to a chair watching. You would’ve had good cause. Eddie was the town freak, an outcast. But since Steve had gotten closer with Dustin, things had gotten weird. And now here you were, panting beneath another man and more turned on than you’d ever been in your life. 

It started on a Saturday. That fateful Saturday. You and Steve hadn’t had alone time in a while. He’d been working double weekend shifts at Family Video, and you’d been busy helping Nancy edit The Weekly Streak on school nights. Needless to say, you were both jonesing when you finally managed to reunite. To be blunt, you were ready to jump his bones. And you were about to until Dustin rang the doorbell, calling in a favor. And then, instead of riding your stunning boyfriend, you were riding shotgun. 

“Left up here. Left!” Dustin bossed from the backseat.

“Okay, Henderson, I got it!” Steve yelled back, jerking the car around a corner and not appreciating the haphazard directions.

The road gradually became a track and you realized you were pulling into Forest Hills.

“Are you meeting up with Max?” You questioned Dustin, wondering why this gathering demanded such urgency that he had to bother Steve for help.

“No...” Dustin drew out the vowel, sounding oddly suspicious.

“Henderson.” Steve’s tone hardened, like a father scolding his child, “You tell me what you’re doing here or I’m not letting you out of this car.” 

The curly-haired boy was quiet for a beat and then spoke, “I’m seeing Eddie.” 

Steve slammed on the brakes, causing the three of you to jerk forward dramatically.

“No.”

“Steve!”

“Uh-uh.”

“Steve, let me out!”

“No way.”

“Eddie Munson?” You glanced at Steve. 

He was already looking at you, eyebrows raised in concern, causing cute wrinkles on his forehead.

“Please, Steve! He’s just helping me plan D&D sessions!”

“Awww.” You were momentarily wooed by the sincerity of Dustin’s nerdiness.

Steve sighed and shook his head, “Are you going there alone?”

Dustin sheepishly nodded.

“Dustin!” You and Steve scolded him in unison.

You leaned into Steve, whispering, “Don’t you buy weed off Eddie?” 

“Yeah, we can’t leave Henderson alone with him.”

“Steve! I can hear you.” 

“Shush, we’re coming with you. And that’s final.”

So Steve started the car back up and pulled into Eddie’s trailer drive. It was awkward and silent as you traipsed up to his door. Dustin enthusiastically led the pack. Steve’s arm slung protectively over your shoulder. You grasped at his fingertips, not satisfied with the sliver of skin-to-skin contact.

“Hey, look who it is!” The door swung open, and a mass of floppy hair and dark clothes flew at Dustin, enveloping him in a hug - much to Dustin’s delight. 

Eddie drew back, a huge smile on his face. It faltered for a moment as his gaze fell upon you and Steve, but resumed.

“I see you brought company. Harrington.” He curtly nodded at Steve but sauntered towards you, clearly taking an interest, “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.” Eddie extended his hand. 

You couldn’t help but eye the silver rings that adorned several of his fingers. You hadn’t actually met Eddie, not this close anyway. He was cute under all that hair, and his smile was annoyingly infectious. Steve stepped forward, deliberately putting space between you both.

“My girlfriend and I will be joining your little game. Hope you don’t mind.” Steve’s tone was prickly. 

“I don’t mind at all.” Eddie seemed unphased at the hostility and retreated back past the threshold, inviting you all inside with a flourish of his hand.

You weren’t entirely sure what to expect from Eddie’s trailer, but you weren’t surprised upon entering. It was grey and outdated but still managed to be homely despite the beer bottles and takeaway boxes littering every inch of counter space. An array of trucker hats lined one wall of the living room, making for an interesting centerpiece. Books and tapes were haphazardly stacked on rickety shelves. A single armchair faced the small TV set.

Metal music you didn’t recognize was playing from a stereo, contrasting drastically with the childish paraphernalia covering the majority of the carpet. It seemed like Eddie had gone to great lengths to set up a makeshift map and miniatures on the living room floor. It was sweet, really. You relaxed a little. Maybe the bad boy wasn’t so bad. Dustin seemed to trust him, which settled your nerves even more. Dustin’s face had lit up and he was grinning ear to ear. They settled immediately on the floor, oblivious to chaperones in the face of D&D. 

You tugged at Steve’s hand, instantly bored and craving his attention. His arm slid down your back, caressing it slightly and holding you tight. Steve was touching you but you were still hungering for him. All of him. He kissed your cheek sweetly and then your lips. He reserved his display of affection and glanced over your shoulder cautiously. However, Eddie and Dustin were engrossed in their discussion, paying you no mind.

“Can I grab some…?” Steve didn’t need to finish his sentence, Eddie wasn’t listening and didn’t care. His conversation with Dustin continued enthusiastically.

“Steve. Let’s go to your car.” You murmured into his chest, begging for something, anything, to be done so that you could be alone together.

“Babe, we can’t, I’m not leaving Henderson alone with a drug dealer. Let’s just go back there or something.” Steve spoke under his breath to you but then loudly proclaimed, “We’re just gonna…” To no acknowledgment from the others.

He shrugged his shoulders and took your hand, leading you through the depths of the trailer. You nosily explored, opening one door to a cramped bathroom and another to what was clearly Eddie’s bedroom. Metal band posters covered almost every inch of wall space. A gorgeous black guitar hung against a mirror, clearly a pride and joy. You wouldn’t admit it, but you savored poking through Eddie’s possessions. It was like peeling back a facade to reveal the person behind the armor. And this Eddie wasn’t that scary. This Eddie loved music and weird board games and chunky jewelry. You toyed with some rings on his chest of drawers, admiring the intricate designs. 

Something small hit your head and you flinched. You turned to see Steve grinning at you. The offender, a wrapped condom, lay at your feet. 

“Gross, Steve!” You scolded him in hushed tones but giggled anyway.

“What? The dude is freaky.” 

You wandered closer, uncovering something else rather interesting hanging off one of Eddie’s bedposts. Handcuffs. This man had handcuffs in his bedroom. 

“Maybe his uncle was a cop?” Steve suggested with a childlike naivety. 

“No, Steve…” 

You slung the handcuffs around your finger, hula-ing them next to your head and wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. The penny dropped. Steve was scandalized, wide-eyed at the contraption. 

“Have you ever used them?” He inquired as he drew closer to you.

“No,” You paused, almost wanting to continue with a ‘but…’

“Me either.” He clarified quickly. However, intrigue was evident on his face. 

One of his eyebrows was raised higher than the other and his full pink lips were slightly parted. That smug look was enough to have you whimpering and he wasn’t even touching you. It was as if he was dreaming up scenarios the handcuffs could unlock. Sinful, perverted scenarios. You were sure your own imagination was giving his a run for its money. 

A thread snapped in Steve. Blame it on raging hormones or how you were gazing up at him through your eyelashes, but he was not willing to wait another second. In one swift movement, he grabbed your hand and twirled you around so your back was flush against his torso. Steve had trained you to tilt your head back, exposing your neck to him. The hickies he’d scatter across your skin had gotten you in trouble far too many times, but you were addicted to seeing the evidence that he'd touched you. Steve got his kicks from seeing you covered in marks, asserting who you belonged to. It had been so long since you’d fucked that the lovebites he’d dutifully left had faded, and Steve wouldn’t stand for that. 

His lips were warm and welcome against your skin. Your eyes fluttered closed and you became pliant underneath his touch. You were safe with Steve. You silently thanked Eddie for blasting music every hour of the day otherwise your moans would've blown your cover in an instant. Steve loved hearing you and would normally encourage it, but with a drug dealer and his pre-pubescent friend in the other room, he had to sacrifice your pretty sounds. He caressed your cheek and slipped two fingers into your mouth in an attempt to muffle you.

It didn’t really work. You were so turned on that your brain had almost ceased to function. Steve chuckled lowly at your soft whines. He could feel the effect he had on you and he relished in it. But Steve needed this, he needed you. So he had to keep you quiet in the only reliable way he knew how. He spun you once more and caught your lips in a passionate kiss. You threw your arms around his neck and pinned him close. You couldn’t help but grind your hips against his, closing the gap between your bodies, desperately chasing pleasure. Steve broke away from your lips, somewhat reluctantly, and pressed his forehead against yours, panting.

He growled, “Babe…”

“Hmm?”

“You’re killing me.”

Steve’s erection strained through his jeans. You were beyond caring about politeness or even common decency. There was a bed, and you wanted Steve on it. 

“Steve?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck me. Now.” 

Steve licked his lips, you could see his brain whirring as he weighed his options. You were nodding in encouragement and running your fingers through his soft hair. He started nodding with you, slowly at first and then more urgently, deciding once and for all. You tore off your long-sleeve against all better judgment, practically frothing at the mouth as you watched Steve peel off his layers. A tiny part of your subconscious was turned on at thought of getting caught, but you decided to ignore it. 

In seconds you were both half-naked and rolling around on Eddie’s sheets. You were straddling Steve in your panties, caressing every inch of his tan skin you could find. He was painfully hard underneath you, barely contained by his boxers. Your hand trailed down Steve’s torso, pining to feel him after so long. But just before you could feel the relief of your fingers around him, a sharp voice rang out.

“What are you sick fucks doing in my bedroom?” 

You squealed in sheer terror and fumbled with your hands to cover your bare skin. Steve leaped out of the bed, scrambling to find his clothes. Eddie let you both stumble over your words for a moment before cracking a smile and laughing at your mortified faces. 

“Just kidding. Don’t stop on my account.”

Eddie studied your cowering frame. Something told you that he was entirely serious when he invited you both to continue. You clasped at sheets clumsily to hide your body, but your breathing shallowed as you couldn’t resist returning Eddie’s lingering gaze.

“Stop staring at my girlfriend, asshole,” Steve grunted. 

It wasn’t clear if he was more annoyed that Eddie was getting an eyeful or that you’d been interrupted. Either way, Steve wasn’t intimidating, tripping over his feet whilst trying to pull up his Levi’s.

“You don’t have to leave.” Eddie hadn't looked away from you.

“Oh, we’re going. Don’t you worry, Munson.” 

Eddie switched his scrutiny to Steve, emphasizing his sincerity, “I’m serious, I don’t mind watching.”

“Dude, get real.”

“You’re the ones getting frisky in my bedroom,” Eddie retorted, holding his hands up in mock innocence, but making no effort to conceal his amusement, “You’re pretty,” He winked at you.

Your cheeks grew hot at his bold comment, and you bit your lip to stop a smile from emerging. You imagined your boyfriend wouldn’t be best pleased that you were entertaining another man’s flirting. Especially when your modesty was this compromised.

“I’m not going to let you watch us fuck. Got that, Munson?” Steve’s voice was full of disbelief at the proposal.

“Then why hasn’t she put her shirt on?” 

You were a deer in the headlights. Both men were inspecting you with entirely different intentions. Eddie was smirking, one eyebrow raised inquisitively, cockily. His arms were folded like he was taunting you for an answer, or like he’d already decided for you. Steve, upon first glance, was confused. But there was something else you couldn’t decipher behind his warm brown eyes. 

“Babe?” Steve prompted you for a response, but the tone of his voice wasn’t hurt. It was… Mischievous.

“I–I uh…” 

For the first time in your life, you were speechless. Emotions were clouding your rationality, you couldn't think straight. Your pussy was dripping. You’d been denied sex twice in the span of less than 2 hours and you flatly refused to be denied a third. Your heart pounded in your chest. Your palms were clammy. Your gaze flitting between the two leering men. Then your traitorous body betrayed you, and your fingers released the bedsheets. 

Eddie sucked in his breath as he drank you in. The look on Steve’s face had hardened into pure lust. He too was being controlled by his body, and it was commanding him to hold you close. He crawled onto the bed, having already discarded his denim and seemingly taken the older man up on his offer. His lips were on yours and his weight was between your legs. You wrapped around his hips, holding him tight. Your skin was on fire. You couldn’t even see Eddie through Steve’s mess of hair, but you could feel him. His voyeuristic eyes lapping up the R-rated scene. Steve peeled himself off you for a moment, kneeling above you to hurriedly rid himself of his boxers. You followed enthusiastically in his path, rolling your underwear down your thighs and kicking them off your legs. 

“Please… Please.” 

It was your mouth that was making noise, begging Steve. You heard a moan in response. You were unsure if it was your boyfriend or the observer but you didn’t care. The tingling between your thighs was insatiable without Steve’s help.

Steve’s hand was between your bodies, stroking his tip against your soaked pussy. His eyes were dark and filled with desire in a way you could only describe as primal. No more time was being wasted. He pushed into you slowly. It was a little sore, your body needed to readjust to his size. Steve had other ideas, bottoming out in one movement. He’d waited too long to hold back now. The intrusion knocked a gasp from your lips and you clenched around him. He groaned and started thrusting leisurely but powerfully and deeply. Relief washed over your body as pain transformed into undulating pleasure. Sparks shot through your veins with each movement. You threw your head back and wrapped your limbs around him as tightly as you could. Steve dipped his head into the crook of your shoulder. The high you’d both chased for weeks was all-encompassing and you were both drowning in it.

“Look at me.” A voice cut through the bliss. It was low and heavy and new and for some reason, you felt inclined to obey.

Steve prompted you to readjust as he stood and left you miserably empty. You crawled onto all fours, glancing over your shoulder at your boyfriend, wordlessly pleading to be filled again. Steve positioned himself on his knees behind you, hastily entering you again. He could listen but he couldn’t wait. The new position sent shockwaves through your belly with every thrust. Then the voice cut through the heat of the room again, repeating itself, firmer this time.

“Look at me.”

Steve’s fingers wound in your hair and tugged upwards, raising your elbows off the mattress and joining him on knees. He was being more dominant than normal but surprisingly you welcomed it. You were forced to stare straight ahead and confront your voyeur. Eddie’s eyes were dark and hooded. His tongue dragged across his lower lip hungrily as he surveyed you both like prey. His intent stare didn't frighten you, instead having quite the opposite effect. Your jaw was slack, hanging open, but the hint of a smile danced across your lips, enticing Eddie with just enough insubordination. You could see his chest heaving underneath his signature denim jacket. He rose from his chair and took slow deliberate strides to the edge of the bed, locking eyes with you.

You hadn’t had the opportunity to see him this close before. You hadn’t noticed the caramel color of his eyes or the fullness of his lips. He was studying you with similar intensity. He was towering above you, and you struggled to keep your eyes open but you needed to watch him. He raised his calloused fingers to your cheek, ever so gently sweeping them across your skin. You didn’t withdraw from his touch, you embraced it. He drew lines on your skin with the tips of his fingers, down your cheeks, and across your collarbone. He wasn’t asking for your permission - but he was confirming it. One of his thumbs found the edge of your bottom lip and he hesitated, his eyes flicking between your mouth and eyes before leaning in, seemingly unable to contain himself anymore. You moaned into his mouth, lost in the feeling of his tongue massaging yours. It was odd, kissing someone else. The new sensation drove you wild. 

Steve’s lips appeared on your shoulder, sucking and nibbling that spot on your neck that drove you crazy. You were shaking and humming, overwhelmed by all the attention. Steve could read you like a book at this point in your relationship. He knew you were close and he knew exactly what to do to push you over the edge. An arm wrapped around your waist, and two of his fingers rubbed small circles over your clit. You couldn’t hold back anymore, the feeling inside you that had been inflating like a balloon burst. You cried out, relying on Steve and Eddie to hold you up as you writhed and clenched on Steve’s pulsing cock. Eddie’s large hands held your shoulders in place as you lost your core strength. You heard Steve grunt and stutter before pulling out and cumming over your back. 

It took you a moment to recollect yourself. You didn’t quite have it in you to assess all the damage you’d done yet, just survey the scene as it was. Eddie was still holding you upright but was calmly stroking your hair. Steve was somewhere behind him, fretting about how to clean up the mess he made on your back. You could only giggle at the situation's absurdity, prompting a wide grin from Eddie.

“Well, you’re full of surprises, aren’t ya?” Eddie looked at you like he could see right through your glassy eyes and into your brain.

He was searching for something. Willingness, or even better, defiance.

“Could say the same about you, Mr. Munson.” You were slightly giddy. 

Your eyes fluttered closed, and Steve took you in his arms to tenderly clean you. 

“You okay, babe?” He whispered into your ear.

“Mmhmm.” 

Truth be told, you had never been more satisfied. Steve could handle you, he knew what you needed, but this was different. Eddie offered something new to both of you. Something dangerous and dark and so deliciously alluring. 

“Good. Because I’m not entirely sure what just happened.”

“It was hot.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders. 

“Yeah.” You breathed.

“Yeah.” Steve reiterated, surprising even himself.

Eddie was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets and one leg crossed over the other. Then a glint of silver on the floor caught his eye. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for clutter to be on the floor, but this piqued his curiosity for a different reason.

“I see you found my cuffs.” He said matter-of-factly.

Your eyes blew wide, and you felt Steve’s grip tighten on your arm. Even though you were both already naked in front of the long-haired man, that particular statement forced you to feel vulnerable. Eddie smirked, feeling the tension from across the room.

“I’m assuming this is all new territory for you guys?”

You both nodded, a little shy in the face of Eddie’s daunting experience.

“You guys should come back here. When Dustin isn’t around.” 

You shot bolt upright, having totally forgotten about your babysitting duties, “Oh shit, Dustin!”