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The amount of times they had taken you to the edge, working your quivering body towards sweet release with their skilled hands and mouths, only to withdraw at the very last second, blurred together in your head. Had it been three times already, four times? Did it matter?

You were spread out in front of them, your new lacy set of baby pink lingerie discarded by the edge of Steve’s bed. The sheets were silky soft against your skin, but you were restless, constantly shifting as you watched your two boyfriends messily make out right in front of you.

By now, you would’ve joined them, one way or the other.

You knew they liked it when you jerked them off like this, both of them able to moan into each other’s mouths as you sat between them with delight and growing hunger. Like your muscle memory kicked it, your arms tugged forward, but to no use.

Eddie had tied your hands to Steve’s headboard, using some expensive ties Steve never used anyway. He had made sure you were comfy a millionth time while Steve had slowly undressed and kissed every new exposed patch of skin of yours he could find.

After kissing you nearly senseless, your head a swirling mess of feeling good and they’re so safe and gosh, I want to devour them, the spoiling had stopped.

And the real torture began.

It was the sounds that drove you out of your mind.

Eddie wasn’t holding himself back when it came to sex, but Steve? Him being vocal in bed was always borderline pornographic.

Your breath came out in uneven puffs; eyes glazed over with lust as the two men in your life made out in front of you. Eddie was kneeling over Steve’s hips, bending down to grab Steve’s hair and tug it back so he could litter kisses onto his sensitive neck, giving special attention to all the freckles on his sun-kissed skin.

One of Steve’s hands gripped the sheets while he other held on to your calf, his sweet moans filling the bedroom and being echoed by Eddie’s hungry growls and your quiet whines.

Fuck, they were so pretty.

You wanted to be in their middle.

Wetness was pooling between your thighs and probably dripping onto the bedding, yet your boyfriends paid no attention to you shifting and rubbing your thighs together as if you were in heat, desperately chasing any kind of friction you could get.

“Look at her, Stevie, our perfect dirty princess, hm?” Eddie mouthed against Steve’s cheek, tugging his chin to the side so they both stared at you with lust-blown eyes.

The angel and the devil.

Laying at your feet.

You gulped as goosebumps rose on your arms as Eddie wettened two of his fingers on Steve’s tongue and let them travel down your belly, lower and lower until-

You groaned as he stopped, the bastard having drawn an arrow of spit leading down to your aching pussy.

“She’s got that hazy look in her eyes…” Steve sighed dreamily, thumb brushing soothingly over your ankle despite making no move to help you get some relief at all.

Eddie nodded in appreciation, nuzzling his nose against Steve’s before his ringed fingers made quick work of Steve’s pants. “Usually, she looks like that when she’s sucking cock.”

There was nothing you wanted to do more right now.

Actually, there were. You wanted to do a million things to them.

“Get over here and fuck me, right now!” You whined, weakly struggling against your restraints as your eyes were glued in fury to the sight of Steve’s massive dick springing free against his stomach. Eddie licked his lips and winked at you in mischief, a short chaos erupting as he quickly tugged his own checkered boxershorts down, too.

“Aww, did you hear that?” Eddie chuckled and let his spit dribble down on Steve’s dick, your boyfriend moaning, jaw going slack as Eddie wrapped his fist around him firmly. “She really thinks she’s in control here. Can’t even move a muscle but making demands…so cute, isn’t she, Stevie?”

“So fucking beautiful.” Steve whined, torn between watching you struggle and seeing exactly what Eddie had planned for the three of you.

„How much more do you think she can take until she snaps?” The sheets rustled as Eddie leaned down over Steve once more, phantom pleasure shooting through you as he suddenly wrapped one hand both around his own and Steve’s dick. “Will it happen when she sees us having all the fun without her?”

The growl that left your lips was almost inhuman.

“Or when she sees all our cum wasted on each other’s bodies and not stuffing her weeping pussy full?” Eddie continued, dark glinting eyes not leaving yours as Steve cursed through his teeth at the hot feeling of his dick rubbing against Eddie’s. “See how that little muscle in her thigh just twitched?”

They were grinning at each other.

Menaces. Idiots. Stupid fucking idiots who had not even made you come once, yet you felt close to tumbling over the edge at the filthy picture they made. Fuck, you loved them so much.

“I want to come on her.” Steve rushed out, fingertips digging into Eddie’s shoulders as he rolled his hips up. “Or in her, I don’t fucking care, I just need-“

He gasped as Eddie released them both, sitting back on his haunches and pushing a hand through his messy hair.

“Remind me again how many times we didn’t let her cum?” Eddie pecked Steve’s flushed cheek, grinning at your shared boyfriend with a wild look in his eyes. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, although Steve now sitting between them forbid any search for friction. That look meant trouble.

Steve hummed, deep in thought as his fingertip drew circles on the inside of your sticky thighs, closer and closer to your puffy folds. Your breath hitched as the ghost of his pointy briefly brushed over the hood of your clit, only to draw back instantly.

You gasped, a sob stuck in your throat as you tried to buck your hips into his hand, but got held down by the bruising grip of Eddie’s hands. “Please- oh, please, please, please, I just need something-“

“Four times.” Steve concluded matter-of-fact, one kiss-bruised corner of his mouth lifting in sympathy.

You still felt each of them deep in your bones; Steve hoisting you up against the wall, offering his thigh for you to grind on while Eddie kissed your neck from behind. You, sprawled out over Eddie’s lap while Steve played with your pussy, slow and even circles with Eddie’s mouth on your tits. Eddie fingering you and the cold of his rings sending small sensory shocks through you as Steve whispered filth into your ear. Steve eating you out and groaning into your soaked pussy like he had been starving and Eddie telling him when to slow down or pick up the pace…

“You owe me.” You gasped, surprised when they actually didn’t argue with you. “It’s Valentine’s Day, assholes.”

Eddie laughed as Steve only apologetically kissed your wrists, the former skillfully undoing the restraints chaining you to the bed. “Yeah, I think you earned it big time, sweetheart.”

You hummed happily as Steve sank down between your legs to kiss your neck and chest, meanwhile Eddie pressing himself against your side and stroking Steve’s naked back as he drew you into an all-consuming kiss.

“What do you think, Stevie?” Eddie cooed, playfully biting down on your bottom lip before tilting his head at your boyfriend. “Four orgasms for her to make up for our teasing?”

“Four?” Steve and you said in unison. You shared a look, both of you looking fucked out already under Eddie’s masterful orchestrating of the night. In the past, three had been your limit and by then, the two men had already tucked you in and done aftercare before you fell asleep with a sated smile on your lips.

But four?

Could you do four?

Eddie took Steve’s hand in his and led it down to your pussy, the three of you moaning at each of you realized just how fucking wet you still were. Hot tender flesh throbbing against their welcomed attention for you.

Hell, you could do five.

“Let’s go for it.” You nodded at your two boyfriends, sinking down into the pillows against your back, not planning to even lift a single finger for what was yet to come. You trusted them with your whole heart and you knew you were in safe hands, no matter what. “Make it worth the wait.”

Steve and Eddie’s heated eyes met over your body, a silent conversation going on between them as Steve spread your legs and Eddie slowly leaned down to blow on your awaiting center.

“Oh baby…” Steve kissed your knee.

  "So... how's Vickie?" You asked as you lounged on your couch, legs propped up on the arm of the couch. You took a sip of the wine cooler you found in the fridge as you listened to Robin ramble about the girl of her dreams.

  Obviously, it made you think of Eddie and Steve. Robin said she was the luckiest person alive to have met someone like Vickie, but you knew that couldn't be true when you had not one, but two of the most perfect boyfriends you could have possibly wished for.

  They were supposed to be over, tonight was scary movie date night. Something had apparently come up with Dustin, so they were both gonna be late. You didn't mind too bad, they'd be here soon and the time to yourself was nice.

  You took another sip of your drink, laughing at something Robin said. You heard your dog walk down the hall, you thought you did, until you noticed him asleep in the armchair alongside you.

  You felt a chill run down your spine. Maybe Steve and Eddie were home sooner than they said they'd be. "Robin? I'll be right back." You said, hanging up the phone and standing up on shaky legs.

  You glanced over at your dog, where he was still sleeping peacefully. Surely, if there were an intruder or something, he would've woken up, started barking, something.

  You took a deep breath, it was almost certainly nothing. After sitting your drink down on the table next to the stovetop popcorn you'd made that was already growing cold. You walk down your hallway, half illuminated by the kitchen. You didn't speak, you hardly breathed. You never knew why people shouted out in horror movies, saying 'hello' like the intruder or monster would just come on out.

  You walked over to the hallways light switch, but before you could even turn it on, someone grabbed you from behind.

  You screamed and kicked as he lifted you against his chest, your feet rising off the ground. He covered your mouth with his hand and spun you both around, so you were facing another masked figure. There were two of them.

  "Shh.." The one behind you hushed you as the one in front moved in closer, his hand reaching up to grasp your neck.

  "Don't scream" The one in front of you whispered, and you almost thought it sounded familiar. That's when you recognized the Adidas sneakers he was wearing, registered the cold feeling of the cold metal rings on the hand over your mouth.

  You exhaled, a sigh of relief, and very quickly, all of that fear and adrenaline built into something much darker, much more exciting. "Say the word and we can stop." Eddie whispered behind you, slowly moving his hand off of your mouth. 

  When you didn't say anything, they both laughed before Eddie dropped you onto the floor. You fell to your hands and knees and Eddie pushed you down onto your stomach with his heavy boot.

  They followed you down to the ground, Steve kneeling in front of you and Eddie behind you, ripping down your sweatpants and underwear to throw them carelessly behind you all.

  Steve gripped your hair, lifting your head to look up at him. You weren't sure when he'd gotten his dick out, but the sight of him above you, face hidden behind that ghostly mask, his body silhouetted by the kitchen light, and his heavy cock resting on your lips. "Suck." He ordered, and you clenched around nothing as you obeyed. Steve was dominant, but he didn't order you around much, or talk down to you, that was Eddie's forte. Steve was quicker to coddle you, encourage you, baby you, praise you. Obviously you loved that, but this change in pace was so very hot.

  "Already fuckin' wet." Eddie laughed behind you, his voice deeper and muffled underneath his mask and it was sickening how hot it all was. Steve laughed at you too as Eddie ran his fingertips through your folds before fucking them into your already wet heat.

  For a while it stayed like that, Eddie roughly massaging your g-spot While you drooled over Steve's dick, his desperate groans spurring you on, distracting you from the slight ache in your jaw.

  Suddenly, in a few quick moments, Eddie switched hands, replacing his right hand with his left, then using his already slick fingers, he rubbed them over your asshole before sliding one in slowly.

  You moaned loudly around Steve, being penetrated in every hole by your two masked men, your heart was still racing, adrenaline making you the fingers Eddie pushed in and out of your pussy.

  You heard Eddie moan behind you, Steve moaning right after. "If you can hold your cum, you can go ahead and take her ass." Eddie offered with a laugh, a second finger sliding into your ass. You didn't know how his wrists weren't hurting, using his hands to fuck both your holes.

  Steve shook his head, gasping when you gagged on him. "I'm saving my cum for her fuckin' womb" He said, thrusting into your mouth to punctuate his sentence, holding back a moan when you gagged again.

  You looked up again, at Steve who hadn't stopped looking at you. His hand tangled in your hair while he fucked your throat, slower, his grip on your hair was rough but he still pet your scalp with his thumb.

  You moaned around the thick cock in your mouth, everything was getting to be way too much in the best way possible, and you could feel your orgasm approaching.

Eddie could feel it too, in the way your legs shook and the rhythmic clenching around each of the fingers he moved in and out of you. He laughed before he started speaking. “How about… I’ll let you cum if you can tell me… What’s the name of the big scary bad guy in Nightmare on Elm Street, hm? We just rewatched that, you should know it, baby.” His voice was sickly sweet, in a teasing way. You wanted to roll your eyes, of course you knew the answer.

You begin to pull yourself off of Steve, so you could speak, but instead his large hand found the back of your head, pushing you down on him. You gagged, and tried again, just for him to do the same thing again. Him and Eddie both laughed in unison, leaving you feeling slightly embarrassed and very frustrated, but it only helped you get closer to your climax.

You continued to try, again and again, before finally you looked up at Steve with your desperate, teary eyes and he let you up.

You sputtered, catching your breath, whimpering, all but screaming “Freddy!” Finally, you cried, feeling yourself start to tip over the edge, before Eddie removed his fingers from you, pulling you upward by your hair, still on your knees.

You felt the plastic of his mask on your neck, his hot breath still hitting you through the mask. Eddie laughed. “You’re so smart doll… but you can wait, save it for when you’re on our dicks, hm?” He spoke lowly, and you wanted to cry. You did cry.

Steve caressed your face as he moved in closer, kneeling in directly front of you while Eddie kneeled behind you, his chest pressed against your back. Eddie wrapped an arm around your waist as Steve lifted one of your legs. You moaned from just the feeling of their tips at each of your entrances, prepped and ready for them.

You were grateful Steve wanted your pussy. While him and Eddie were both very well endowed, Steve was a bit bigger, especially in girth, and while Eddie had put plenty of attention into preparing you for the stretch, you’d still take his stretch in your ass over Steve’s.

They pushed in at the same time, all three of you moaning loudly. Steve bottomed out first, Eddie thankfully took his time, his hand gripping your side as he groaned in your ear. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.” He punctuated his sentence with a slap on your ass as him and Steve finally began to move in and out of you.

It didn’t take long before they matched rhythm, and all you could do was let your head fall back onto Eddie’s shoulder as you were just overtaken by pleasure.

You could feel your orgasm coming back yet again. “Please-” You whimpered, looking up at Eddie with those pleading eyes and then at Steve, who could only coo at your fucked out face.

“Please what?” Eddie encouraged you to use more words as he fucked your ass a bit faster, as fast as he could while also supporting most of your weight. Steve moved faster with him.

You whined, tears rolling slowly down your cheeks. “Please can I cum? Please?” You barely get out between your desperate whines.

They’re both silent for a moment, looking at each other. They always did this, sometimes you wondered if they were telepathic, having these mental conversations that you didn’t get to be part of.

Eventually Steve’s free hand found your clit, gently rubbing it in small circles as he spoke. “Go ahead princess.”

You were finished immediately. Screaming, clutching their hands on your body with your own. You shook, your legs, arms, chest, body rattling with your release. You heard your mess hit the floor as you squirted, hard. The fluid rain down your legs, down their balls, soaking the floor underneath you.

The three of you become one erotic mess in on the floor of your hallway as Steve came quickly after you, filling you up. It felt so hot inside of you, warm as it dripped out around his shaft.

Eddie was close but not quite there. He pushed you forward, letting you slump against Steve’s chest. Steve, who reached forward to spread your cheeks apart to give Eddie more room as he fucked your ass like the world was ending.

Finally he stopped, pressing himself so deep in you that you could feel his balls pressing against the bottom of your pussy. More than that, you could feel his hot cum fill you entirely. You whimpered against Steve’s shirt, his arms that were holding you up hugged you as he and Eddie both slowly pulled out of you.

You stayed there like that for a bit, slumped against Steve’s chest like a corpse. After you caught your breath and the tears stopped, Eddie helped you stand, walking you to the bathroom.

You stood in front of the mirror as he helped you take off your shirt. Your eyes couldn’t find his, still hidden behind that mask that looked more than good on him. “Eddie.. I wanna see you.” You turned your head to look at him and he looked down at you, face hidden.

“Shit, you know who I am..? Now I have to kill you..” He said, jokingly before taking the mask off.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, his cheeks were so rosy and his bangs were entirely soaked, flattened down onto his forehead. He rolled his eyes, “It’s fuckin’ hot in there. Worth it for that look on your face though.” He smirked, making you blush as he ripped off his shirt.

He turned on the shower, helping you inside and following you. The hot water resolved the aches you didn’t realize you had, from getting essentially gang banged on the floor, if two men count as a gang.

Eddie washed your hair for you, massaging your scalp as Steve finally joined you both after cleaning the aftermath in the hallway. “I took care of your mess.” He smiled as he leaned in to kiss you, your hands finding his broad freckled shoulders.

You rinsed out your hair, then let Eddie coat it in conditioner while Steve tenderly washed your body, particularly gentle over your hips and knees which he correctly assumed to be sore, kissing over your stomach and chest as the water overhead washed the soap away.

You tiredly helped wash each of them, your soapy hands massaging over Steve’s tan chest, soap foaming over his chest hair. You kissed Eddie’s cheek as you rinsed the shampoo out of his wild hair, that was temporarily tamed by the weight of the water hanging from each strand.

It wasn’t too long before you were finally dry, head laying against Eddie’s chest with your legs in Steve’s lap, his hands rubbing at your now socked feet, some scary movie playing on the tv, and your popcorn cold and long forgotten on the table.

Lately, though, the orbit had felt… closer. Warmer. Steve’s touches lingered when he handed you a drink, his fingers brushing yours. Eddie’s jokes had taken a slightly flirtatious edge, his dark eyes holding yours a beat too long during his passionate rants about music or movies. You’d chalked it up to wishful thinking. There was no universe where Steve “The Hair” Harrington and Eddie “The Freak” Munson both wanted you. Not like that.

“The practical effects in The Thing are objectively superior, Munson,” Steve argued, gesturing with his beer. “It’s about the suspense, the paranoia.”

“It’s about a bunch of dudes in the snow getting assimilated by snot!” Eddie fired back, grinning. “Freddy has personality! Panache! A fucked-up sense of humor!”

“He murders kids in their dreams!”

“Artistically!”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re both wrong. The correct answer is Alien.”

They both turned to look at you, identical expressions of mock offense on their faces. In that synchronized moment, your heart did a stupid little flip. Steve with his warm, crinkled eyes. Eddie with his sharp, delighted grin.

“Traitor,” Steve said, but he was smiling.

“Our little middle ground has fallen,” Eddie sighed dramatically, leaning his head back against your calf. The contact sent a shiver up your leg. “Guess we’ll have to agree to disagree. Pass the popcorn, sweetheart.”

You handed him the bowl, your fingers grazing his. He didn’t move his hand away immediately.

The movie—a compromise that ended up being The Lost Boys—played on, but you were barely watching. You were hyper-aware of Steve’s solid presence beside you, the heat radiating from his body. You were hyper-aware of Eddie’s head resting against your leg, his wild curls tickling your skin. The air in the room seemed to charge slowly, like a gathering storm.

It was during a lull in the film, a quieter character moment, that Eddie broke the comfortable silence. He tilted his head back to look up at you, his eyes reflecting the TV’s glow.

“You know,” he said, his voice softer than usual, devoid of its theatricality. “Steve and I were talking the other day.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, trying to sound casual. Your pulse picked up. Steve had gone very still beside you.

“Mhm.” Eddie shifted, turning to sit sideways, facing both you and Steve. He pulled his knees up, looking uncharacteristically serious. “About how… we both kinda lucked out. After everything. Finding you.”

Your breath caught. “Finding me?”

Steve cleared his throat. He wouldn’t meet your eyes, instead focusing on picking at the label of his beer bottle. “What Eddie’s trying to say, in his incredibly subtle way,” Steve began, his voice low, “is that we’ve both… noticed you. More than friends notice each other.”

The world narrowed to the space between the three of you. The movie’s soundtrack faded into white noise.

“Noticed me,” you repeated dumbly.

Eddie nodded, a slow, sure movement. “Yeah. And the fucked-up—or maybe incredibly convenient—thing is, we noticed each other noticing you.” A smirk touched his lips. “Led to a pretty interesting conversation.”

Steve finally looked at you, his gaze intense and searching. “We don’t want to make things weird. This… us… it’s the best thing in my life. But we also couldn’t keep pretending.” He took a deep breath. “The question is… have you noticed us?”

All the lingering glances, the accidental touches, the way your stomach fluttered when either of them walked into a room—it all coalesced into a terrifying, exhilarating truth. You weren’t imagining it. And they knew about each other.

“Yes,” you whispered, the word barely audible. “I have. For… a while.”

The admission hung in the air, thick and heavy.

Eddie’s smirk widened into a genuine, breathtaking smile. “Thank fuck.”

Steve let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for years, a soft, relieved sound. He reached out, his hand hovering near your cheek before he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was electric.

“So what now?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

“Now,” Eddie said, pushing himself up from the floor in one fluid motion. He didn’t sit on the couch. Instead, he knelt on the floor in front of you, placing his hands on your knees. His rings were cool against your skin. “Now we see if you’re interested in… exploring this. With both of us.”

His eyes were dark and earnest. Steve’s hand was still on your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbone.

“We talked about it,” Steve murmured, his voice a low rumble. “A lot. We want this to be good for you. Everything would be about you. We take our cues from you.”

The care in his words, the vulnerability in Eddie’s posture—it shattered any remaining hesitation. You wanted them. Both of them. However this worked.

“Yes,” you said, stronger this time. “I want to explore it.”

Eddie’s grin turned wolfish. Steve’s eyes darkened with pure heat.

The first kiss came from Eddie. He leaned in, capturing your lips with a softness that belied his usual chaotic energy. It was sweet, exploratory, tasting of beer and weed and Eddie. You melted into it, your hands coming up to cup his face, feeling the scratch of his stubble.

When you pulled back, breathless, Steve was there. He turned your face towards him and kissed you, and it was entirely different. Steve kissed like he did everything else—with confident intensity, all-consuming and sure. His lips were firm, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a possessive edge that made you whimper.

You were caught between them, kissed senseless by two of the people you wanted most in the world. Eddie’s hands slid up your thighs, pushing the hem of your shorts higher. Steve’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the couch, closer to him.

“Bedroom,” Steve growled against your lips. It wasn’t a question.

The journey to Steve’s room was a blur of tangled limbs and feverish kisses. Eddie kissed your neck from behind while Steve led you by the hand, turning every few steps to kiss you again. By the time the back of your knees hit Steve’s mattress, you were already dizzy with want.

They worked together with a surprising, devastating synergy. Steve knelt on the bed, kissing you deeply as his hands pushed your shirt up. Eddie was behind you, his fingers making quick work of the clasp of your bra. The cool air hit your skin, followed immediately by the heat of their hands and mouths.

Steve lavished attention on your breasts, sucking one peak into his mouth while his thumb circled the other. Eddie, meanwhile, was trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your spine, his hands on your hips guiding you to arch back against him. You could feel the hard length of him pressed against your ass through his jeans.

“So fucking beautiful,” Steve murmured, switching sides, his voice ragged. “Been wanting to do this for so long.”

Eddie’s teeth grazed your shoulder. “You have no idea, sweetheart. The things we’ve talked about doing to you.”

The words went straight to your core, making you ache.

They undressed you slowly, then each other, with a familiarity that spoke of their prior conversations. Watching Steve pull Eddie’s shirt over his head, seeing Eddie pop the button on Steve’s sweatpants—it was surreal and so intensely hot it stole your breath. They were both gorgeous in different ways: Steve all toned muscle and golden skin, Eddie leaner, paler, covered in a tapestry of tattoos and scars.

They joined you on the bed, flanking you, their hands everywhere. It was overwhelming in the best way. Eddie claimed your mouth again, his tongue dancing with yours while Steve kissed and nipped his way down your stomach. When Steve’s mouth reached your core, licking a broad stripe through your folds, you cried out against Eddie’s lips.

“That’s it,” Eddie whispered, pulling back to watch. His eyes were black with lust as he observed Steve between your thighs. “Look at her, Harrington. All for us.”

Steve hummed against you, the vibration making you jerk. He ate you out with a focused dedication that had you seeing stars, his hands holding your hips down as you writhed. Eddie kept you distracted, kissing you, pinching your nipples, whispering filthy encouragement in your ear.

“You gonna cum for us, baby?” Steve asked, pulling back just enough to speak, his chin glistening. “Cum on Steve’s tongue like a good girl, and then we’ll give you more.”

The command, the “we,” pushed you over the edge. You came with a sharp cry, your back bowing off the bed as pleasure crashed through you.

Before the waves fully subsided, they were moving you. Steve laid back against the pillows, pulling you on top of him to straddle his hips. His hard cock pressed against your damp folds.

“Want you to ride me,” he said, his hands on your waist. “Want to watch you take me.”

You sank down onto him slowly, taking him inch by glorious inch until he was fully seated inside you. A low groan rumbled from Steve’s chest.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

But Eddie wasn't idle. He moved around behind you on his knees. His hands smoothed up your back as he leaned in close to your ear.

“Look at you taking him so well,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “But I think you can handle more, sweetheart.” His fingers tangled gently in your hair. “Lean forward for me. Show Harrington how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth.”

The instruction sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight through you. With Steve buried deep inside you, you leaned forward, bracing your hands on Steve's chest. Steve's hands moved to support your back as you shifted.

Eddie shuffled forward on his knees until he was positioned above Steve's head. He guided himself to your lips with one hand, the other still woven in your hair.

“Open up,” he coaxed softly.

You did, taking the head of his cock into your mouth. He was thick, stretching your lips wonderfully. A low groan escaped him as you began to move, finding a rhythm that matched the slow roll of your hips on Steve.

“Oh fuck,” Steve breathed beneath you, watching the scene with rapt attention. His grip on your hips tightened as he began to thrust up into you in time with your movements on Eddie. “Just like that. God, you look incredible.”

You were lost in a whirlwind of sensation—the fullness of Steve inside you, the weight and taste of Eddie on your tongue, the feeling of being completely surrounded and used by both of them in the best way possible. Eddie’s gentle tugs on your hair guided your pace on him while Steve’s hands on your hips controlled your movements on his cock.

Eddie’s breath hitched. “Gonna cum if you keep that up, sweetheart,” he warned, his voice strained.

Steve’s thrusts became more urgent beneath you. “Me too,” he grunted.

Eddie pulled himself from your mouth with a wet pop. “Switch,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument but filled with heated excitement.

In a surprisingly coordinated move, Steve lifted you off of him and laid you back on the mattress. Before you could even process the change, Eddie was between your legs, pushing them apart and surging into you in one smooth stroke.

The feeling was different—Eddie was a different shape, a different angle—but just as overwhelmingly good. He set a fast, deep pace immediately, one hand braced by your head, the other gripping your thigh.

“My turn,” Eddie growled, his eyes locked on yours.

Steve moved to kneel by your head. He brushed your hair back from your face. “Suck me,” he said gently but firmly, guiding himself to your lips. “Just like you did for him.”

You opened for him eagerly, taking him into your mouth as Eddie pounded into you from below. The dual stimulation was incredible—the stretch and burn of Eddie filling you, the weight and taste of Steve on your tongue.

Steve groaned above you, his fingers carding through your hair. “Fuck, that’s good. You take us so well.”

Eddie’s pace became erratic. “Gonna cum,” he warned again, his thrusts becoming shallow and hard.

“Do it,” Steve encouraged, looking down at where Eddie was joined with you. “Fill her up.”

With a final, deep thrust and a guttural cry, Eddie came inside you, pulsing hotly as he collapsed forward slightly, catching himself on his hands above you.

He stayed there for a moment, catching his breath before carefully pulling out and rolling to the side.

Steve was still at your mouth, and his control was clearly fraying. “Gonna cum too,” he rasped. “Where do you want it?”

You pulled off him with a gasp. “Inside,” you begged. “Please.”

A dark look of pure satisfaction crossed Steve’s face. He positioned himself between your legs where Eddie had just been and pushed back into your slick, well-used heat. It only took a few hard, deep thrusts before he was following Eddie over the edge with a shout of your name, spilling inside you.

He collapsed atop you for a moment before quickly rolling to the side to avoid crushing you.

For a few minutes, there was only the sound of heavy breathing in the dark room.

Steve was the first to move, pressing a soft kiss to your sweaty temple before getting up. He returned from the bathroom with a warm washcloth and cleaned you with a tenderness that made your heart ache. Eddie watched from where he lay beside you, propped on an elbow, tracing idle patterns on your stomach.

Once you were clean, Steve got back into bed on one side. Eddie settled on the other. They pulled the covers over the three of you—a tight fit, but no one complained. You were nestled between them, Steve’s arm under your neck, Eddie’s draped over your waist, their legs tangled with yours.

“Okay?” Steve asked quietly, his lips against your hair.

“More than okay,” you sighed, utterly content.

“Told you she could handle us,” Eddie murmured, sounding smug and sleepy.

Steve chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. “Yeah, you did.” He paused. “This… doesn’t have to be a one-time thing. If you don’t want it to be.”

You turned your head to kiss Steve’s shoulder, then twisted to kiss Eddie’s arm where it lay across you. “I don’t want it to be.”

Eddie squeezed you gently. “Then it’s not.”

In the safe, warm darkness, sandwiched between the two men who had somehow become your entire world, you fell asleep with a smile on your face. The movie was forgotten. The future was complicated and unknown.

But for now, it was perfect.

—

The drive out to the woods starts like it always does, with Eddie’s blaring metal music rattling the speakers, Steve’s eye-rolls, and your legs tucked between both of them in the back of the van, the mattress beneath you still warm from the sun.

You’re already a little floaty from the blunt Eddie passed around, giggling quietly as Steve tosses his arm over your shoulders and presses a kiss to your temple. His palm is warm against your thigh, fingers absently brushing the hem of your skirt.

Eddie is lounging across from you, legs sprawled, watching the two of you with a lazy grin. “Oh, I’ve just remembered! Steve, do you remember that idea we had in mind?” he says, voice raspy from smoking.

You blink at him, brows furrowed, leaning into Steve’s arms. “Oh no, that can’t be any good.”

Steve snorts, capturing your attention, “Firstly, it’s nothing to worry about, Baby. We were just discussing it earlier and wanted to ask something.”

You tilt your head, curious. “Ask what?”

Eddie shifts, sliding onto his knees, his ringed fingers finding your ankle and stroking absent circles into your skin. “Have you ever squirted before, angel?”

Your confusion deepens, “What’s that?”

Steve laughs softly, causing you to rock on the spot, “If you have to ask, you probably haven’t. But that’s okay.”

Eddie hums, a smile on his face. “It’s just something that women’s bodies can do. It’s a little messy, but it can be fun. We were thinking maybe we could try to make it happen, together.”

Your stomach flutters with nerves, “It’s not going to hurt, is it?”

“Oh, baby, no,” Steve reassures, the arm around your shoulder tightening. “Never. We’ll stop the second anything doesn’t feel good.”

“And it’s not like a goal,” Eddie adds, voice softer now as his fingers move over to cup your knees. “Just something we thought might be fun. If you say no, we’ll just get high and make out all night.”

You chew your lip, glancing between them. Both boys are watching you with that mix of affection and barely restrained heat, their touches slow and gentle, waiting for your answer.

You nod shyly, “Okay. We can try.”

Their grins grow. The air is thickening with hazy tension as both of their attentions are entirely on you.

Steve leans in first, his honeyed eyes locked on yours, strands of hair falling casually over his forehead. His hand cups your jaw as he kisses you, warm and slow, and you feel the smile tugging at his lips when you sigh against his mouth. He tastes like mint and weed, and his palm slips down to rest on your thigh again, stroking absently.

You feel Eddie move behind you, pressing in closer until his chest is warm against your back, arms circling your waist. His rings are cold where they brush your stomach, but the rest of him radiates heat, the lather jacket shrugged off, curls wild and loose, eyes hooded as he nuzzles into your neck.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty, you know that?” he remarked against your skin, his breath making you shiver. “Bet we can get you to make the prettiest mess, too.”

You squawk a little at that, hiding your face in Steve’s shoulder. He laughs lightly, fingers sliding higher under your skirt. “Let’s just get you comfy first,” Steve says, shifting you to lie back against a pile of blankets, your legs bent and parted between them.

Steve takes your right thigh and massages slowly, up and down, the muscle relaxing beneath his strong hands. Eddie’s at your left side, kissing your shoulder as his fingers ghost long your left inner thigh, silver rings cold and teasing.

You’re soaked already, panties sticky against your pussy lips, and when Steve slips them down your legs and off completely, both boys groan.

“Look at that,” Eddie praises, amazed, brushing his thumb lightly along your slit. “She’s soaked, Stevie.”

Steve hums. “And we haven’t even started yet.”

They begin slowly with Steve’s fingers rubbing soft, steady circles into your clit while Eddie kisses you deeply, tongue tangling with yours. The rhythm is lazy and patient. You moan quietly, a shiver pulsing throughout your body, hips twitching up into Steve’s hand.

Eddie grins against your lips. “Already so sensitive, sweetheart.”

“I can’t help it,” you breathe, eyes fluttering closed.

Steve leans in, kissing your knee. “Don’t hold back, just let it feel good, let it happen.”

You’re not sure when Eddie starts fingering you, but suddenly there’s a thick finger pushing in deep, just one at first, and your back arches at the intrusion. He curls it just right, slow and purposeful, searching.

“That’s it,” Eddie says in an encouraging tone, watching your face. “You feel that?”

You nod rapidly, mouth falling open. “Feels so good.”

Steve presses kisses along your inner thigh whilst his fingers stay circling your clit, never letting up. Eddie adds a second finger, and that’s when it happens.

A sharp pressure builds, tight and strange and too much, and then, with a sudden gosh, something bursts out of you. It’s not an orgasm or particularly pleasurable, really. It’s just wetness. A dribble at first, spraying lightly across Eddie’s rings nd wrist, and then another sharp pulse that leaves a streak down your thigh and onto the blanket beneath you.

You freeze. “Wha-What was that?!”

Steve's eyes are wide, “Holy shit!”

Eddie just stares for a second, then grins until the dimples deepen in his cheeks. “You squirted, sweetheart.”

“I- I did?” Your cheeks burn. “I didn’t even orgasm, though.”

“You don’t have to,” Steve says, still in awe. He runs his fingers through the little mess on your inner thigh and brings them to his mouth, sucking them clean. “It just means you’re so sensitive, baby. Fuck, you taste so good.”

Eddie snickers, licking his fingers too. “This was just a preview, angel”

You bury your face in your hands, whining. “Why is this so embarrassing?”

“It’s not embarrassing, it’s beautiful,” Steve reassures positively, leaning in to pull your hands away from your face.

Eddie wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, “Holy fuck, I knew you were hiding something special.”

You’re still squirming, overwhelmed by the rush of whatever just happened, cheeks burning as Steve pulls your panties entirely off and tosses them over his shoulder.

“Think that was just the beginning,” Steve admits, kissing your forehead again. “Bet we can make a real mess.”

Eddie smirks. “What do you say, Stevie? Want to take her outside?”

Your eyes go wide. “Wait, outside?”

Steve’s already grinning, arms sliding beneath your back to lift you as Eddie props the van doors open wide, letting in the scent of pine and cool summer air. “Nnot all the way,” he says, cocking his head like it’s the most innocent idea in the world. “Just right on the edge.”

They touch you so gently, so excited and eager, and the look in their eyes makes you feel like something special. So you let them guide you, bare and trembling, to the edge of the van.

They position you with your ass right at the lip of the van, your legs bent back at the knees, Steve holding them up, strong arms cradling you beneath the thighs, whilst Eddie kneels on the ground, curls wild, fingers already slick from your earlier dribble.

He looks up at you like he’s praying. “You ready, sweetheart?”

You nod slowly, breath shaking. “I think so.”

Steve kisses your ankle, “good girl.”

Eddie fingers slide back inside, two, then three, stretching you wide and curling deep. It’s immediate, like your body remembers what just happened. That too-much feeling slams into you again, but faster this time.

You mewl, fingers digging into Steve’s arms as he continues to hold your legs open.

“Shh,” Steve coos, “you’re okay, you’re doing so good for us.”

Eddie hums, watching your pussy with greedy eyes as his fingers work fast and deep, twisting just right. “She’s close, Steve.  I can feel it, she’s gonna fucking gush-”

And then it hurts. A violent pulse rips through you, and before you can think or hold back the sensation, there’s a loud squelch and a sharp spray. Clear liquor squirts from between your legs, hitting Eddie right in the chest and dropping down his open shirt.

“FUCK!” he laughs, grinning wildly. “Fucking hell, sweetheart!”

Steve laughs too, tightening his grip on your shaking legs as more gushes out, a thick stream that splashes across Eddie’s stomach, some of it mist-spraying down onto the forest floor right outside the van.

“Oh my god,” Steve mutters, staring like he's never seen anything so hot before. “You’re soaked. She’s soaking everything.”

You cry out, high-pitched and helpless, not even sure if you came, but the relief of it makes your body go limp, trembling with aftershocks.

“Don’t stop,” Eddie growls, tossing his shirt off like it’s offending him, hair falling wild across his shoulders. “We’re not done. I want to see her do it again.”

You try to speak, try to have a breath, but Steve just leans over, kissing any body part that he can reach, “You can take it, baby.” 

Eddie leans back in, fingers already thrusting again, his free hand spreading you open to watch the way your pussy clenches around him. “You’re so pretty when you make a mess. So fucking pretty,” he groans.

The overstimulation hits fast, your whole body twitching, thighs trying to close, but Steve keeps them open, rocking you gently.

And then it happens again. You squirt hard, this time a sharp stream that splashes across Eddie’s jeans and down the van bumper. He just moans, louder this time.

Steve’s voice is tight. “Fuck, I'm gonna lose my mind.”

You try to close your legs again, overwhelmed, babbling something incoherent, but they don’t stop, not yet.”

“Just one more, baby,” Steve says softly, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “One more, and then we’ll give you what you want.”

Your eyes flutter open. “W-what I want?”

Eddie chuckles, slowing down slightly. “Yeah, sweet girl. What do you want?”

You blink, dazed and ruined, voice barely a whimper. “Want you both to cum inside me.”

They growl in unison. Steve curses under his breath, and Eddie looks like he might burst.

“Fuck,” Steve says, letting your legs down gently and crawling between them until he’s standing next to Eddie in the forest. “You’re gonna kill me, baby.”

Steve begins to undo his belt, sliding his zipper down, pushing his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh. He slides in first, thick and slow, your cunt sucking him in with a squelch so wet it echoes amongst the forest.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, head dropping to your shoulder. “You’re so wet, baby. Can't believe how wet you are, it’s everywhere.”

Eddie’s beside you, kissing your temple, watching you with something like love and awe as Steve starts to move, shallow thrusts that get deeper and harder with each slide, his cock hitting that spongey spot inside you just right.

You moan weakly, fingers clutching his shirt, “s’too much.”

“No, it’s not,” Steve breaths, stroking a hand down your sternum. “You’re taking it so well, baby. You’re fucking perfect.”

Then he pulls out. You whimper at the loss and the shriek when Eddie slips two fingers back inside, fast and rough, curling like he’s searching for gold.

Your whole body jerks, and then you squirt again. It gushes around his wrist, a hot spray that drips down the side of the ban, pooling at the base of the open doors. Eddie laughs, low and amazed, “There she goes.”

Steve strokes himself, watching it with wide, worshipful eyes. “Holy shit, she’s like a fountain.”

They said one more time, but really, they wanted to see just how far you could go. They keep switching. It’s overwhelming, Steve fucking you deep, then pulling out just in time for Eddie to shove his fingers back in and milk more squirts from your twitching pussy.

The rhythm is brutal, relentless. Fuck, pull out, fingers, squirt, repeat, until your whole body is soaked, trembling with overstimulation.

Your eyes are glassy, your mouth open in a silent moan, sweat and tears coating your cheeks. “Can’t take it-” you whimper.

Eddie kisses your forehead, gentle now. “You're done, baby. You did so well for us.”

Steve gathers you close, kissing your jaw. “So fucking good, angel. Time to fill you up, yeah? Just lie back and let us take care of you.”

They move you like fragile, pulling you deeper into the van, wrapping you in soft blankets, laying you flat while they both settle between your legs, hard cocks pressing against your messy, dripping entrance.

Steve goes first, pushing in again, this time slower and softer. His hips roll gently, just a steady grind as he bottoms out and stays there, so deep inside.

“Gonna fill you up so good, baby,” he whispers, stroking your cheek. “Gonna make you feel so full.”

Eddie kisses your chest, your neck, your temple. “You want it, sweet girl? Want him to cum inside you?”

You nod, barely able to speak, eyes fluttering shut. “Please…”

Steve fucks you with slow, sweet thrusts. No rush, just deep, comforting rolls of his hips, letting you feel every inch. Eddie strokes your clit in lazy circles, soft touches just enough to make you tremble again.

And then, with a low groan, Steve buries himself fully and cums. Hot and thick seed, coating the inside of your cunt.

Eddie’s next, guiding himself in beside Steve’s cum, fucking into the slick mess and moaning at how good it feels. “Good make you leak, angel,” he pants. “So full, so pretty- fuck, take it, take all of it-”

He cums hard, hips stuttering, spilling deep until there’s so much cum inside you it seeps out around his cock, dripping slowly down your thighs.

You’re done. Not even fuck out, just floating. Eyes heavy, body limp, face buried in Steve’s shirt as Eddie pulls out gently, both boys whispering praise in your ears.

“So perfect,” Steve admires, stoking a hand over your body. 

“You did so fucking good, sweetheart,” Eddie says, already wrapping you up in an oversized hoodie. “Out sweet little mess.”

They bundle you in blankets, settle you between them in the van, each boy curled against you with their arms around your trembling frame. Their cum still leaks slowly from your cnt, warm and wet.

You smile softly, half asleep, nuzzling into Steve’s chest. “Feel full,” you mumble.

“name the person who developed a table of elements which revealed regularities in elemental properties in 1869?” eddie read off one of your flashcards, watching you curiously from the other side of the couch. he was sitting with his legs crossed and his back against the arm rest, his front facing you.

you were currently situated between steve’s legs, your back pressed to his bare, warm and firm chest and a blanket lazily thrown over your lap. his back was also against the armrest and while you were facing eddie, his head was turned to the tv to watch whatever movie tape he had put in. you thought long and hard. “dmitri mendeleev?”

the boy smiled proudly. “good girl. see? not so bad, huh?” he placed the card at the bottom of the stack and picked up a new one. “how many electrons can occupy an s orbital?”

steve’s hand mindlessly ran up and down your arm when he heard you let out a frustrated sigh. you felt like your brain was absolutely fried. “two?”

“right on the money,” he praised like he was genuinely excited for you. they both know how bad you wanted to get another a on your next exam. you were extremely serious about your schoolwork and success in class. you’d never received a b in your life. they were sure you might actually die if you did. he shuffled for another card. “what’s the maximum number of electrons that can occupy an s orbital?”

this one you were sure about. “two,” you answered quickly and confidently.

eddie nodded and clicked his tongue. “let’s try a harder one, shall we?” he suggested, wiggling his brows. you were about to protest when he pulled out a new one. “what term refers to the number of molecules or ions attached to a central metallic atom?”

your brain was about to explode. you could literally feel it like a rubber band being pulled tight to its limit. the words weren’t even registering in your head anymore. your hands came up to shield your face, letting your head rest its weight in your palms.

steve pulled you a little closer to him and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head, half-watching the tv and half-focused on your little study session. “you got this, sweet girl. jus’ take a deep breath.”

and you did. you took a long pause as your searched your brain for any answer. “the coordination number?”

the curly haired boy threw his arms up theatrically and grinned. “see, baby? you’ve got this in the bag.” he began to look for another card. his face contorted into one of confusion as he looked over it. he wasn’t understanding a single thing on any of these cards. “what term refers to a material which slows neutrons?”

your eyes began to water despite you attempting to blink back the tears. you were way beyond stressed and this was not helping. “buffer?”

he tsked and shook his head. “not quite, sweetheart.” three words. that was all it took to make you feel like the biggest failure in the world. you ducked your head into your hands again. “c’mon. give it one more try,” he urged supportively.

“it’s hard to focus, eds. ‘s a lot going on,” you snapped a little more harshly than you mean to. but you did have a point. between steve so close to you, his fingers gently tapping whatever beat was stuck in his head against your waist, the three of you crammed on the small couch, the tv playing loudly, and you trying to jog your memory after the extremely long day you had. it felt like it was hard to breathe. or even live.

he mockingly pouted at you before looking behind you at the boy. “aww. stevie, can you please turn the tv down. it’s too distracting for our poor girl to focus,” he teased, feigning sympathy.

your leg straightened to kick his knee. not hard enough to really hurt, but just enough to go as a warning that he was hurting your feelings. “it’s not funny, eddie. i’m serious. this is important to me.” your voice began to shake and more tears welled up in your eyes, sinking further into steve.

the boy couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped past his lips. “well, i’m waiting for you to tell me the answer,” he said as if he hadn’t literally just been making fun of you. as if this was the easiest thing in the world and you were just taking forever because you wanted to. “c’mon, angel. use that little head of yours.”

that was your last straw. you hid your head in your hands again and slouched into your folded knees as you began to full on sob now. you felt like an absolute big stupid failure. steve immediately perked up and gently ran his hands along your tense shoulders, pointedly looking at eddie whose face had completely dropped and turned pale. “jesus. seriously man? you could be a little nicer y’know. she said she’d had a long day.”

the boy shrugged as if to say he didn’t know you were that close to breaking. you two always teased each other with playful banter. all three of you did actually. it was normal. he quickly moved to sit in the space between steve’s legs by his feet. his hands gently came to rest on your knees over the plush blanket. “hey. i’m really sorry, angel. that was mean of me,” he apologized, his thumbs soothingly running back and forth.

steve carefully pushed your hair to the side and leaned forward to rest his head against your shoulder, his head turning every now and then to press soft kisses just under your jaw. he let you cry it out for a minute or two while his hands continued to work over your arms soothingly. “can you talk to us, baby? just to let us know you’re okay?”

you couldn’t. like physically couldn’t get a single word out from how hard you were crying and violently shaking. you didn’t even want to. it was rare that either of them truly pushed your buttons. that let them know that eddie had really done it this time. he shot the curly haired boy a look before carefully turning you around so you were seated in his lap. you’d finally moved your hands in the process and were now looking at him with red eyes, tear streaked cheeks, and a pout that emphasized your puffy bottom lip that you’d been biting down on.

“we’re very sorry, sweet girl. eddie was jus’ being a jerk. he didn’t mean to upset you,” steve said softly, one of his hands cradling your jaw. his big brown eyes searched yours. “you’ve been so stressed and tense lately. i know college is hard and you have a lot of work to do, but don’t you think you’re overworking yourself a little? you deserve a break, huh?”

part of you knew you should keep studying. it was the only way to be perfect. but the bigger part knew steve was right. and you wanted nothing more than to just collapse in his arms. you nodded in response and hummed. “maybe.”

he mimicked you and nodded along. “yeah? why don’t we take a break then? we’ll help you study later or tomorrow, okay? i promise we’ll take it serious. we can even kick eddie out if you want. let’s just relax right now. let us show you how sorry we are. that sound good, baby?”

he waited for you to nod, his thumb gently tugging at your bottom lip before slowly pulling you forward into him and pressing his lips to yours lovingly. you immediately melted into him, your arms coming to wrap around his shoulders and play with his hair.

eddie leaned back with his arms behind him supporting his weight as he smirked to himself. he decided it’d be best to wait to join until you specified that you wanted him. the sight in front of him was enough for now.

steve’s tongue ran along the seam of your lips, urging you to open up and let him in. the hand on your jaw snaked its way towards the back of your head with his fingers tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against him.

a soft moan, almost inaudible, left your lips when your hips rolled against his. your little sleep shorts did almost nothing to mask the prominent bulge under his sweatpants. he gently sucked on your tongue and tugged on the hair at your scalp the slightest bit. it made your brain fog up.

he pulled back just an inch, his soft pants tickling your upper lip. “feeling okay, angel?” he asked breathily, his eyes analyzing you for any signs of discomfort. you nodded eagerly and pressed your lips to his again, already missing the taste of him. he smiled against you and readjusted on the couch, unintentionally pushing his hips up into yours. you pulled on his hair a little when you whimpered out of pleasure, making him groan in turn and mumble a quick “you’re so pretty” against your lips.

he began to kiss down your neck. his lips would linger over your pulse point, collarbones, and your lower neck to suck deep purple marks into the skin. he loved looking at them. his hands snaked down to the bottom of your shirt, actually eddie’s shirt, that you had stolen for the night and carefully pulled it up over your head.

his mouth trailed down your sternum and to your right breast, sucking it into his mouth while his hand kneaded the other and gently rolled the stiff peak between his fingers. you felt so soft under him. your head tipped back as your mouth opened to form an o shape. “stevie,” you moaned, hands fisting his hair.

his glossy eyes looked up at you as he repeated the action on the other, sucking and licking at your skin. your hips subconsciously rolled against his in a desperate attempt for some friction. he left a few more deep marks against your breasts before pulling away with a wet plop. “think we can let eddie join in now? think he’s learned his lesson for bein’ a jerk to you?” he was looking at you like you’d hung the stars.

it made the heat pool in your stomach. you nodded and bit down on your bottom lip. “think so,” was the only two coherent words you could get out.

steve smiled at you. “why don’t you lay down and let him show how sorry he is? i promise he’ll be real nice, isn’t that right eddie?”

as you rearranged so you were situated between steve’s legs again with your back against his chest and his big hands resting over your stomach, eddie grinned down at you. “i promise,” he agreed, his hands running up your thighs. “i jus’ wanna make you feel good, angel. wanna show you that i’m really, really sorry.”

the curly haired boy leaned over you to press a sweet kiss to your lips, one uncharacteristically soft. it made your heart swell. he slowly kissed down your jaw, your neck, and to your chest. he added to the collection of bruises on your skin, smiling to himself each time.

steve’s hands parted way as eddie pressed his lips over the soft skin of your tummy. the two actions made you giggle a little at the ticklish feeling. you could hear the boy behind you chuckle.

“can i take these off, pretty girl?” eddie questioned, his voice low and deep and his fingers already looped inside the waistband of your sleep shorts.

you nodded quickly. “please,” you muttered as you lifted your lips so he could slide them off. he moved to lay on his stomach between your legs, his left hand throwing your right leg over his shoulder while his other held onto your left leg. he peppered slow kisses along your ankle, down to the inside of your thigh. it made your body shudder. “stop— stop teasing, eds.”

steve smiled behind you and moved his hands up your body to gently massage your breasts. eddie looked up at you with that signature grin as one of his fingers gently ran through your folds. “so needy,” he teased, much less mean than earlier he pressed his lips to the skin above your clit before slowly dragging his tongue up your slit.

your back arched up into steve’s hands as you let out a whimper. “oh— eddie! more please,” you begged, your eyes beginning to gloss over. one of your hands moved down to tangle into his hair while the other grabbed the onto the bicep by your chest.

the curly haired boy began to mouth over your cunt, licking and sucking at your clit in the way he knew would drive you insane. and it did. you were quickly turning into putty in their hands. “look at you, sweet girl. y’look so fuckin’ pretty like this. all soft and needy,” steve praised, leaning down to kiss at your neck.

the moans filling the room were obscene. your hand tugged at his hair when he began to pull you right to the edge of your orgasm. he moaned against you in response, making you buck your hips up into his mouth. “more, eddie— fuck. please, i need more,” you cried out, desperately chasing your high.

he smiled and pulled away, his thumb still rubbing slow circles against your clit. “tell me what you need, baby.” his gaze was fixated on your face, biting his lip to suppress the grin fighting to show. he loved you like this. your eyes squeezed shut, nails digging into steve’s bicep, too focused on the feeling of his lips on you to even think straight. “look at me,” he demanded softly. when you finally opened your eyes, it looked like it was the hardest thing you’ve ever done. “there’s my gorgeous girl. can you tell me what you want? whatever it is, i’ll do it. jus’ need to hear you say it.”

you whined and pushed your head back against steve’s chest. “you’re ‘sposed to be apologizing eddie, remember?” the boy stated before reattaching his lips to your skin. “give our girl a break.”

the curly haired boy smirked at you. “stevie’s gone all soft on you tonight, huh?” he leaned back down to press slow, loving kisses to your inner thighs. one of his fingers slowly ran through your folds, gathering your slick on them.

“eddie please!” you cried out, adjusting your head to finally look at him. “jus’ do something.” you were starting to get antsy. he could tell in the way you involuntarily clenched around nothing.

he softly shushed you and carefully pushing his middle finger inside of you, pulling a moan from deep inside your chest. “i’ve got you, baby. i promise we’re gonna take care of you tonight. just relax for me, okay?”

you let yourself sink into the boy behind you a bit more and allowed your limbs to go limp under their touch. a strangled gasp left your lips when eddie’s mouth reconnected with your cunt, licking and sucking at the sensitive nub.

steve gently grabbed your jaw and turned your head a smidge to the side so he could kiss you. his lips were so pillowy and soft yet it felt like he was devouring you. eddie began to sink another finger into you while his other hand soothed other your thigh and held you open for him.

you moaned against steve’s mouth at the feeling of his fingers massaging your tight walls. “fuck, eds. feels so good,” you mumbled against his lips when you pulled away to take a quick breath.

eddie groaned against you. “tastes like fuckin’ heaven, angel. best pussy i’ve ever had,” he murmured, diving back in and absolutely ravishing you like you were a delicacy. and to them, you were. they could spend hours between your legs and never get bored. they would die very, very happily right there.

when his fingers crooked up into that certain spot that always made you unravel, you felt your legs and tummy tense. “oh— shit, baby. i’m so close. please. please—“

“shh,” steve cooed softly, pecking your lips once more. “we’ve got you, pretty girl. he’s gonna give it to you. isn’t that right, eddie?”

the boy didn’t let up on you. you turned your head to look at him, still devouring your cunt. he gave you a quick wink and began to work his fingers inside of you a little quicker. your heels dug into his back as you cried out. your back arched away from steve as the hot electricity working through your bones quickly.

your nails dug into the boys biceps as eddie worked you to your release. your body began to shake quickly under his touch. “oh— fuck. i’m coming—“ your eyes squeezed shut as his fingers curled up against the spot that had your vision turning white. it pulled a scream from your lips. “baby, please. mmm. too much— can’t take it.”

he smirked against you and slowed his movements, drawing out your orgasm while lapping up your juices. “such a good girl. so proud of you, angel,” he mumbled into your cunt. his tongue smoothed over your slit before he started to kiss up your stomach and to your lips. it was much more sloppy and heated this time. his fingers continued gently pressing into your warm walls.

steve pressed a gentle peck to the crown of your head, the action making your heart lurch. he was so precious. the contrast of their intensity made your head spin even faster. even though eddie could be a jerk, you loved it. steve was your angel and eddie was your devil. the perfect balance.

“feelin’ okay?” the curly haired boy asked, his lips pecking against yours after her got the sentence out. his free hand that wasn’t inside you came to push some hair behind your ear so he could see your face better.

you nodded and bit down on your bottom lip. “mhm. ‘m okay, eds.” a soft moan slipped past your lips when his fingers curled upwards against that certain spot. one of your hands caught his wrist as your eyes found his. “wait— slow please. ‘m still sensitive.”

steve kissed your temple and rolled your nipple between his fingers. “that right, sweet girl? y’need a break?” his voice was smooth and sweet like honey. a blush creeped up onto your cheeks. you were sure you’d never get over this feeling.

you shook your head confidently. “no. wanna feel you, stevie. please. jus’ need you to go slow,” you said, your words slightly slurred. you were already drunk off the feeling they gave you. it was absolutely sickening.

steve smirked at eddie, one that was victorious. it was never a competition for you, but part of steve always loved that you often wanted him first. the curly haired boy flicked him off before you could look up and catch the interaction.

“c’mon, honey. hold on,” he suggested as he turned you around and lifted you up. he held underneath your thighs and cautiously walked towards the stairs, eddie leading the way. your hands found his silky hair and tangled in it, resting your head on his shoulder and letting your eyes drift shut. you felt so safe in their arms.

the metalhead loved seeing you two like this. it was so domestic and sweet. “still with us, gorgeous?” he asked teasingly. he couldn’t see your face but he knew you well enough. “told you i’d make it up to you. didn’t know it’d put you sleep though.”

it made you giggle. if you could playfully slap his shoulder, you surely would. “don’t get ahead of yourself. i don’t think i forgive you yet.”

steve chuckled and carefully laid you on the bed, folding over you and pressing his lips to yours lovingly. his big hands wrapped around your waist and let his weight rest against you. his hips were slotted between yours with his body flushed to yours.

eddie plopped down on the bean bag in the corner of the boys room and watched with heart in his eyes. he swore he’d never seen anything as beautiful as this.

the boy above you sat up and kicked off his sweatpants and boxers, his achingly hard length springing up and resting against your center. he was so heavy and warm. it made your mouth water and your hole clench around nothing. “please, stevie. no teasing.”

he chuckled above you, planking over your form once more. “yeah? thought you wanted me to take it slow?” he asked, repeating what you’d said earlier with a teasing grin splayed on his lips.

you shook your head eagerly. “don’t care about that anymore. jus’ need to feel you. please. want it so bad,” you whined, your arms wrapping lazily around his shoulders as your eyes searched his. you weren’t exactly sure of what. maybe you just really liked looking at his pretty eyes.

“c’mon, harrington,” eddie remarked from his spot, lightly palming over his sleep pants. “give our girl what she wants. she sounds so pretty when she begs.”

steve pressed his lips to yours again, knowing you always needed something to distract you from the burning stretch. he was just so big and girthy. it made your stomach hurt every time with both pain and pleasure.

his hand reached between the two of you and lined himself up with your hole. his hips carefully pushed in towards yours, his tip pressing inside of you. he slowly fed his cock into you inch by inch. he was only about halfway when tears started to spring into your eyes. “oh! stevie— baby. fuck. ‘s so good. your so big.”

the boy would never admit it, but he absolutely loved the ego boost. it made his heart beat quicker and his head spin recklessly. “yeah? you like that? feelin’ me in your fuckin’ guts?” hearing steve talk like this almost made you pass out every time. you ate it up every single time. “jesus. so tight, baby. squeezin’ me so good.”

eddie let out a soft moan as he watched the boy’s cock disappear into your cunt. he was starting to get antsy like he always did. he wanted nothing more right now than to join.

you let out a high pitched whine when his hips pressed to yours and his tip pressed up against that spongey spot inside of you. it felt like he was breaching your womb. his lips moved down to press against your neck, his breathing getting heavier as he focused on not coming right this second. “shit. so fuckin’ warm and wet. love this pretty pussy so much.”

another moan left your lips when he pulled out and pushed back into you slowly. you turned into putty in his hands instantly. one of your arms unraveled from behind his shoulders and reached for eddie, anything to ground you. he noticed instantly. he always did.

he came to sit on the bed beside you, one hand holding yours while the other brushed your hair off of your hot and sticky face. “feels so good. so— so deep,” you cried, eyes starting to tear up with each slow thrust. it was like he managed to nestle his way deeper inside of you each time, rearranging your organs each time

the boy leaned back, his hands resting on your waist to watch where he disappeared inside of you. “fuck. holy fuck. eddie, look— look at that. you see?” he choked out. he was already wrecked like you. his eyes were focused on your stomach. “can see my cock in your tummy, baby.”

a moan ripped through your throat. you lifted your head just enough to see the imprint of his tip poking out of your stomach. eddie grinned at the sight and held your hand a little tighter, moving to sit behind you so you could rest your head in his lap to get a better view. “you see that, pretty girl? see our big boy’s cock bulging out of your stomach? must feel so full, huh? he’s just so big.”

his hand reached down and gently pressed down on it. “mmm! please! please— so full. ‘m so full.” your hand squeezed his hand harder when steve moved one of his own to rub at your clit. “close,” was all you could mutter out.

steve’s hips sped up a little more, pulling out all the way each time to drill back into you. “makin’ me feel so good, honey,” he praised, absolutely mesmerized by the sight of your cunt sucking him back in each time. “such a good girl for us. always are. takin’ my cock like a fuckin’ champ.”

your eyes squeezed shut and your hand held onto eddie’s tighter as the coil in your stomach snapped unexpectedly. “oh my god. baby— coming. i’m coming!” your back arched off the bed and your legs started to shake at the overwhelming pleasure.

“we got you, baby,” eddie cooed softly. his free hand not holding yours moved to smooth down the valley of your chest soothingly and towards your stomach, splaying it over your skin. “y’look so pretty like this.”

you bit down on your lip as the aftershocks spiked through your limbs. his thrusts slowed, letting you come down before flipping your over onto your stomach. he cursed under his breath. he’d always loved your ass. his hands grabbed your hips and hoisted them up so your were on your knees and forearms.

he slowly pushed into you, moaning loudly and throwing his head back in pleasure. steve absolutely loved having you like this. the position always made him fit even more snug inside of you. he loved seeing that pretty little arch in your back as he plowed into you. watching your ass ripple with the force of his thrusts always made his stomach tense and his balls draw up a little tighter.

your hands clawed at eddie’s thighs, bunching up the fabric of his sweatpants. “c’mere. i wanna kiss,” you slurred with a pout, crying out when the tip of steve’s cock beat onto that spot inside you repeatedly.

he leaned down and held your jaw delicately as his lips pressed to yours. it was sloppy and messy and you loved it. he was absolutely devouring you and it was intoxicating.

you gently rocked into him with the force of steve’s hips against yours. to keep you steady, his hand moved down to yours throat, squeezing lightly at the sides. it made your head start to spin and you almost started to feel dizzy. a soft moan slipped past your lips, eddie swallowing it down.

you could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs as he began to pound into you harder and a little faster. his balls slapped deliciously against your clit with each thrust. steve’s hand smoothed down your spine while his other on your waist pulled you back to meet his pace. “you close, honey? jesus, you’re tight,” he moaned, his eyes closing to ground himself. he prided himself on getting you off at least twice before himself. he pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip inside of you, before slamming back into your warmth. “shit. there you go. doin’ so so good for us.”

your legs began to shake and you squeezed around him. eddie’s hand that wasn’t on your neck trailed down to your breast, massaging it in his rough hands. you could feel your orgasm coming quickly with how good they were making you feel.

“you gonna come, sweet girl?” the curly haired boy muttered against your lips, smiling at your flushed cheeks. you looked so pretty. “gonna let him have it?”

you nodded and lifted one arm to wrap your hand around his wrist. it felt like you had a thousand pound weight on your limb. “coming. ‘m coming,” you mumbled, leaning your head forward so your forehead could rest against his. your mouth dropped open into an o shape when steve nudged your legs further apart and split you open even more.

eddie’s eyes scanned over your face. he was looking at you like you’d hung the stars. “such a good girl for stevie. want him to fill you up? want him to come inside that pretty little pussy?”

you nodded again eagerly. “please, stevie. come inside me,” you begged, dropping your head between your shoulders as his thrusts sped up and your orgasm washed over you. “oh shit. mhm. want it so bad.”

steve grinned down at you and eddie, loving how wrecked you looked. you could barely hold yourself up now. the boy were doing most of the work. “i know, baby. ‘m so close. so fuckin’ close,” he groaned, delivering one particularly hard thrust that had you seeing stars.

your hole clenched around him again as tears ran down your cheeks. your legs turned to jello and your cunt began to squeeze him repeatedly, sucking him back in each time.

his hips started to falter and his rhythm turned into one much sloppier than previously. “fuck,” he mumbled, pushing into you one last time and spilling ropes of warm cum inside you. “christ, honey. you’re a goddamn dream.”

he leaned down to kiss along your spine as his release came down and both of your breathing slowed. eddie watched with pink cheeks and blown pupils.

“you okay, baby? you need anything?” steve asked softly, his hands smoothing up and down your back before gently laying you down and rolling you over so you could lay comfortably.

you shook your head and reached for eddie, who was sitting behind you. “no, thank you, stevie. i’m okay,” you mumbled softly, closing your eyes.

the boy holding your hands gently traced shaped into the back of them while looking down at you with a gentle smile. “done for the night?” he asked genuinely, wondering if you were ready to get cleaned up and head for bed.

a sleepy smile splayed across your lips. “no. i wanna keep going,” you muttered, holding his hand a little tighter. “wanna feel you too.”

he could feel himself harden even more. it was painful at this point. “you sure you can handle that, sweets?”

steve chuckled from beside you, propping his head up on his arm. “don’t start teasing,” he playfully scolded. “i think you still have some apologizing to do, ain’t that right, honey?”

you nodded instantly with a smirk. “mhm. stevie’s right. ‘m not sure i forgive you yet.”

eddie laughed and moved to crawl over you, already having stripped himself of his clothes. “yeah? think i know just the right thing for you sweetheart,” he said confidently, flipping you over so you were on your stomach. he grabbed a pillow and placed it under your hips to prop you up slightly.

he may not be as big as steve, only an inch or two or a difference, but he knew how to make you fall apart almost instantly. you motioned for the other boy to come sit in front of you while eddie’s hands palmed over the globes of your ass.

his lips puckered as a glob of spit fell from them and onto your tight ring of muscle. “safe word?” he asked.

you let your eyes fall shut, knowing this would be painful. “nugget,” you blurted out.

the boys shared a soft laugh and smiled. “good. y’know what to do if anything starts feelin’ funny or you wanna stop.” you could feel his leaking tip run along your leaking slit before it prodded at your tight hole.

you’d always loved when eddie fucked your ass. steve was too big, making it way too painful. last time you’d tried, you couldn’t sit comfortably for a week. the curly haired boy fit perfectly and knew how to gently pry you open in the best way.

you grabbed onto steve’s thighs when you felt the boy behind you begin pressing inside the tight muscle. the one in front of you brushed the stray pieces of hair behind your ears and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “i know, angel. it’s okay,” he cooed softly.

eddie pressed in a little further, making you whimper at the stretch. “painful?” the boy asked. his movements halted and his brows furrowed in towards each other with worry.

you shook your head. “mm mm. i’m okay, eds. keep going,” you encouraged, pushing your hips back slightly.

steve, who was still sitting so patiently in front of you, was incredibly hard while watching the scene in front of him. as eddie slowly fed each inch into you, one of your hands reached for the other’s cock.

you took him into your mouth, needing something to do to distract yourself from the stretch. steve let out a moan, his eyes squeezing shut at the warmth around him. eddie grinned at the sight and slowly began fucking into you, spreading your cheeks apart to watch him disappear into your hole.

“feels so good, honey,” steve praised, his head coming to rest on the back of your head. his fingers tangled in your hair and lightly tugged at the roots.

eddie bit down on his bottom lip, his stomach tensing at the sight. “always such a vision, baby,” he smiled lovingly. once he was sure you weren’t in pain anymore, he began to rock into you a little faster and harder. “jesus christ. pretty little ass is just suckin’ me back in.”

you moaned around steve at his words, tears springing to your eyes at the pleasure and stretch. one of the boys hands behind your ears came around and underneath your hips to rub tight circles on your clit.

one of your hands pumped whatever you couldn’t fit of steve’s length and sucked at his tip, fat tears now fully streaming down your cheeks. your legs started to shake, fully overstimulated now.

eddie leaned over you, his free hand resting on one side of you to hold himself up as his hips rolled into yours, massaging your tight walls. “oh my fuck,” you mumbled before taking the other boy back into your mouth.

he grinned and thrusted into you quicker. fucking your tiny hole always made him finish quicker than anything else. you just felt too good. “you’re like heaven,” he said. “gonna come in this pretty ass. you want that angel? want me to fill you up? having you leaking me and stevie’s cum?”

you nodded eagerly and used your other hand to massage his balls. you could see his thighs tensing in response, his fingers pulling at your roots a little more. “holy shit. coming. i’m coming.” the boy mumbled, spilling quickly into your mouth. he’d be embarrassed at finishing so fast if he wasn’t as sensitive and hadn’t come once already.

eddie rubbed at your clit quicker, feeling you tense around him and liquid gush onto his fingers. “that’s it. fuckin’ soak my hand, baby. i fuckin’ love it,” he rasped, fucking into you wildly as he chased his release.

the boy in front of you wiped your tears and kissed your forehead softly. “such a good girl. look so damn pretty when you cry,” he smiled, pecking your lips as eddie threw his head back and came inside your ass.

the boy on top of you slowly pulled out after a minute or two and laid beside you, steve joining quickly. three of you laid in silence for a moment, gaining your breaths.

“doin’ okay, honey?” steve asked softly, turning to face you. “weren’t too rough, were we?”

you shook your head and smiled, eyes fluttering shut. eddie grinned and turned to face you too, sandwiching you in the middle. “forgive me yet, sweets? i’m sorry about what i said. really sorry,” he said sincerely, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you looked at his briefly. his eyes were all soft and doe-like. it made your heart flutter. “i forgive you, eds. but seriously. that was mean.”

(*denotes smut)

Ⅰ. troubled cure, for a troubled mind - “It’s called E. This is what you were asking about, right?”

Ⅱ. the things behind the sun - “I would always rather be happy than dignified.”

Ⅲ. look out, she'll pull you in* - “I’m proud of you.”

Ⅳ. mine's a tale that can't be told - “So this is… Dungeons and Dragons, huh?”

Ⅴ. crazy, for thinking my love could hold you* - “You like control? In bed. When you fuck.”

Ⅵ. in the midnight hour, I can feel your power* - “I had a dream about you.”

Ⅶ. every time it rains, you’re here in my head - "Yeah. Beautiful."

*denotes smut

Ⅰ. in this foolish lover's game

Ⅱ. temptation heat, deep in your veins*

Ⅲ. if only for today, I am unafraid*

You and Eddie turn to glare at each other once more before Steve snaps.

“Alright,” he huffs out, strong arms crossed, “I’m tired of this. Can you two cut it out?” He looks to you, and then to your shared boyfriend when neither of you answer. “Y/N? Eddie?” 

Eddie speaks up for the first time in half an hour, inspecting his charcoal black painted fingernails. Steve thinks it might be a world record. “Steve,” Eddie says, “tell Y/N that she’s being completely unreasonable, and that there’s no reason in hell to justify that Megadeth is better than Metallica.”

Steve runs a hand over his face. Why do I even put up with these idiots? he wonders. He loves you both, but this is too much trifling energy for one man to handle.

You clear your throat, burning holes into the Pantera poster clumsily tacked to Eddie's door. A piece of your hair has fallen out from your ponytail, and Steve fights the urge to tuck it behind your ear, Eddie would call it fraternizing with the enemy. “Baby,” You’re turned to glare at Eddie now, “tell your boyfriend that I’ve already explained to him that Metallica doesn’t have the musical intricacies that Megadeth does!”

Your arguing kicks up again like a racecar starting and Steve’s eyes roll so far back into his head that you start to worry. 

“You’re so annoying!”

“You’re the one who brought it up!”

Steve’s head hurts. Can’t a man spend a couple hours with the loves of his life without playing mediator at least once? He shakes his head like he’s dislodging water from his ears and crawls over Eddie’s black bedspread.

You and Eddie watch as he clumsily shuffles off of the bed to stand at the foot of it, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. “If you two don’t kiss and make up in,” He checks his Casio watch, “five minutes, I’m leaving.” 

You and Eddie both open your mouths in protest, pointing accusatory fingers at each other while Steve watches in awe. He should take a photo of the both of you and stamp it under the dictionary definition of ‘pettiness.’

“This is all your fault!” you argue, looming over Eddie from where you’re kneeling on the bed.

“None of this would’ve happened if you just admitted that I was right-” Eddie bites back standoffishly. You both hate when he plays righteous and aloof. You , especially,  also hate that he looks good doing it, and that it makes you want to crawl into his lap and beg for his attention.

“Well, I’m not going to ‘cos you’re being stupid-”

“You’re the stupid one, stupid.”

He knows you both too well. Steve Harrington does the worst thing imaginable, carefully stepping over your bag on Eddie’s floor and silently making his way to the door.

The fighting ceases immediately.

Steve turns and finds you both looking like kicked puppies, all wide eyes as you sit in stunned silence. He checks his watch. Four more minutes.

A raised eyebrow. “Well? Are you finished?”

Eddie frowns. “You’re seriously leaving?”

“You’re seriously still fighting?” Steve counters.

Eddie thinks for a second, looks at Steve with big brown eyes and then to you. He sits criss-crossed and nods his head. “Yeah, okay. We’re done.”

Your palm comes down to lightly smack your boyfriend in the head. “Dude,” you snort, “you’re so easy.” 

Steve rolls his eyes. “Y/N, are we done?” he asks you, “I don’t want to hear about Metaldeth or whatever it is.” You open your mouth to correct him, but Steve’s hand comes up to silence you. “Are we done?” He walks back to where you’re sitting, and you shuffle a little closer to Eddie. It’s the stern voice he uses when he’s telling off the kids and it makes you hot and squirmy in your seat.

There’s a mischievous grin forming on your pretty lips that Steve doesn’t like the look of. He’s seen it too many times before your next joke starts. 

You sit back down and turn to Eddie, feigning innocence. “Baby, I don’t think we even started?” Eddie’s expression matches yours. “Yeah, honey, we weren’t even arguing.” he turns to Steve for clarification he knows he won’t get, “We weren’t even arguing, handsome.” he nods.

Steve groans and falls forward to sprawl out over both of you, his face falling in Eddie’s lap. You stifle a laugh and clear your throat instead. Steve’s voice is muffled through Eddie’s sweatpants but you can still hear, “You’re both evil.” Your hand eagerly finds your way under his soft t-shirt, fingernails gently scratching his back. He can hear Eddie’s frown as he says, “Evil? Don’t be so rude, Harrington.” he tsks, “So cruel. Right, Y/N?” Steve could scream, but he’d like to believe he’s not as childish as the both of you, so he just lies there like prey waiting for the predators to get bored and find a new victim

It’s silent for a moment, and Steve thinks the torment might be over before he feels Eddie lean over towards you and then the sounds of kissing. His head flies up to watch, almost hurting himself on Eddie’s elbow. You’ve got your other hand around Eddie’s waist while his is curled into your hair. It’s loud, steamy, 100% for show and so very you and Eddie. 

Gobsmacked, Steve scrambles to sit back in between the two of you and watch in awe as your kissing doesn’t let up. “Guys,” he says weakly. It’s hard to focus when he can hear Eddie groaning into your mouth. “Guys,” he tries again. You move your head to the side to lick into Eddie’s mouth with more ease. Steve’s mouth goes dry.

You’re wondering when Steve will finally give in and join your heavy petting when a pillow comes down over both of your heads, forcing you both apart. You find his hair wild and his breathing heavy as he holds the pillow over his head, ready to strike again. He looks deranged, almost, and the expression on Eddie’s face tells you that he thinks the same thing. 

“What the fuck?” Steve shouts, sounding more like a plea. 

You shrug simply. “You said kiss and makeup.”

Steve lunges before you can react, and all of a sudden you’re put in a headlock, his knuckles coming down to rub against your skull. You screech and weakly try to pull Steve’s arm off from where it rests under your chin. You forgot he was a jock before all this.

“You two’re fuckin’ killing me here.” he grits out as you wiggle to escape his grip. Your foot knocks over an ashtray on Eddie's side table and Steve curses. Eddie’s cackling from where he’s sitting and your hand moves around blindly to find him. “Ow, ow, ow, Steve!” you screech, shaking your head violently, “Eds, help me!”

Eddie yelps as Steve’s other strong arm comes around his neck. He holds both of you firmly in headlocks. 

“Say you’re sorry.” Steve demands. 

Eddie begins to protest but Steve drags him closer towards you. Your foreheads bump together. “Okay, jeez, Harrington.” Eddie grumbles, “We’re sorry.”

Steve looks down at you with an expression that reads, if you don’t say you’re sorry, I'll make you wish that you did. You roll your eyes. “Yeah sure, I'm sorry.”

“No, sweet girl. A real sorry.”

You huff like he’s asking you to do the biggest favour of your life. “I’m sorry.”

It’s the best he’ll get for now. Steve releases you both with a sigh and sinks into Eddie’s pillows, hands resting behind his head, eyes closed as he sits in silence. 

He opens one eye. You both look at him expectantly. “Well? Come and give me a kiss.”

You both scramble to lie back down with him, hands on his chest as you kiss his cheek. Eddie goes straight for his mouth. Greedy bitch, you think affectionately. You eagerly pull at his shirt to get him to turn to you, your lips slotting easily in between his. He sighs into your mouth as Eddie presses chaste kisses up the side of his neck. 

The tough guy act disappears when he melts under your hands. Steve pulls away to look at both of you. “Hey, no more fighting?”

You kiss right under his jaw. “Yeah, Stevie, no more fighting.” Eddie hums in agreement.

Eddie settles into Steve’s chest, his cheek smushed against the strong surface. You do the same and close your eyes. Steve draws little circles on your shoulder and the room resumes its comfortable silence.

You open one eye to look at Eddie, before pressing your face deeper into Steve’s chest. 

“You’re still wrong, though.” you mumble. Of course you had to get the last word in.