easy peasy!

You thought of yourself as a levelheaded person. In fact you knew you were. You were slow to anger and easy to get along with, both traits your mother had nourished in you during your upbringing.

But, standing outside of WSQK, in the upside down, staring at Steve Harrington. Well, you thought that maybe at that moment you were capable of ripping his fucking head off. You looked beyond Steve, right at his beamer that had crashed into the wall. It was true that Steve did typically frustrate you. He was able to make you angry in a matter of minutes and that was a skill no one else possessed. But this, well this took the fucking cake. You had told him not to drive into the god forsaken gate but when had he ever listened to you?

The two of you were having a stare down and you'd be damned if you cracked first. If looks could kill you had a feeling Steve would be dropping dead at this very moment. "Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have done that."

Your eyes went wide, a manic laugh bubbling out of you. "Do you think so, Stephen?" You cracked. You started pacing, debating where to even start. You didn't have much time to think about anything before you heard the walkie go off both of your names being repeated followed with, "Do you copy?" The voice belonged to your younger brother.

"Yes, we copy, Dustin. We are okay. Well, most of us. The beamer didn't make it." You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to glare at Steve. You knew the car was his 'baby' but was that really what he was concerned about right now? The two of you were trapped in the monster dimension for gods sake!

The rest of what Dustin was saying came in crackling sentences. The connection was bad but all the same, your patience that was already thin as ice was about to shatter. "Bad news… 'Til tomorrow. Steve, if you let my sister die, I'll kill you." The last sentence had been the only thing to come through crystal clear.

"Great. Great!" you started pacing again, looking up at the WSQK building. The only silver lining was that you knew this building very well. It was spacious which meant you could go inside and ignore Steve Harrington.

"Jesus, am I such bad company?" The look in Steve's eyes made your heart twinge with pain for a moment. He was right, was he? You were being unfair. It was just so hard to be around him. He drove you nuts and for all the reasons you could never say.

Your ice cold demeanor thawed, your shoulders slumping forward in defeat. No, he wasn't bad company. "You just infuriate me," you admired with a whisper.

Steve gave you a lopsided smile, "There's something we have in common. I infuriate you, you drive me fucking crazy."

"I do?" A small smile flickered across your face. You liked the idea of making Steve as mad as he made you feel.

"Oh, absolutely. Why do you think I can hardly be in the same room as you? You're bossy and assertive but more than that you're too fucking smart for your own good and it makes me feel dumb."

You frowned, not liking that he called himself dumb. That was a common thing people said about Steve. As much as you loathed him you didn't like that other people did. It made you angry when people spoke poorly of him. This was because Steve was a good person. You had seen how he had changed Dustin's life. Ever since your mother and fathers divorce he needed a male figure in his life. Steve had been that for him and Dustin had blossomed that much more because of it. Even though you would never admit that out loud to Steve you knew it was true. "Don't say you're dumb. You're not. People are smart in different ways. Sure my bossy and cleverness has saved our lives- more than once may I add. But, we wouldn't be anywhere without your brawn and bravery."

Steve's jaw dropped, he stared at you for a long moment. He held the walkie up, clicking the button, "Dustin? Dustin do you copy? She actually said something nice about me!"

You rolled your eyes, prying the walkie from his hand. "We must preserve battery. Come on, let's find a place to sleep."

Your optimism about being stranded at WSQK was shortsighted. You forgot just how dirty it had been when Robin took over. The upside down was stuck in 1983 and you guys had spent weeks cleaning it up because Jimmy Fast Hands Lee left it in a perpetual state of filth. So, WSQK wasn't actually an option.

"What's the closest building to us?" You asked, closing your eyes tightly picturing Hawkins.

"Our Lady of the Valley," Steve said without hesitation. You had forgotten he was born into a Catholic family turned baptist when he was middle school age. Well, you hadn't forgot. You simply tried not to retain information he spoke about himself. Besides, he was never talking to you about this. It was always someone else and you just happened to be in the background. You had never been Steve's conversation of choice.

"Maybe we should head there?" You offer, already heading to the front of the building.

"Okay, lets get the emergency packs out of the beamer then we'll go."

You followed Steve to the car, staring at the large wall the beamer was sticking out of. The wall hadn't been here the last time you had been in the upside down and it was making you uneasy. Steve was quick to hop up on the wall, opening the back door. "I'll just toss the bags down."

You stood on the ground, arms ready to catch the backpacks. Steve dropped the first one and you caught with ease but not without wincing. "Shit," you hissed. When the car crashed your arm had slammed against the door but now the adrenaline was wearing off. The second bag never hit, instead it was Steve landing on his feet, bag strapped across his back.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping in close to you. There was concern in his eyes as he searched you over.

"It's my shoulder, I hit it when we wrecked. I'm okay, it just took me by surprise."

Steve tilted his head, trying to assess your injury as if he had x-ray vision. "Come on, let's get to the church." You agreed with a nod of your head, reaching down for the bag. Steve grabbed it, cutting you off. "I don't think so, I got it."

The church was about two miles from the radio station and the first ten minutes the two of you were silent. You could feel Steve glancing at you often so you finally looked at him. "I'm fine, Steve."

"Okay. It's just, well you know, Dustin said he'd kill me if anything happened to you."

You laughed lightly, "Are you scared of a high schooler? Thought we left that behind us."

"Speaking of high school," Steve started and you groaned. You did not like reminiscing on Hawkins High. It had been the worst four years of your life. "How come were friends, Henderson?" His question sounded genuine which confused you because he knew exactly why the two of you were friends.

"Uhm, because we never spoke a word to each other until you befriended my brother our senior year? Not to mention we were not on the same social ladder. Or even in the same classes."

"Right because you were in all honors kid genius."

You rolled his eyes dramatically making sure he seen it. "Sure. I wasn't very social, you know that."

"Are you sure it wasn't because of Todd?" Steve pried.

Hearing your exes name had sent a jolt of unease through you. You and Todd Freemen had been boyfriend and girlfriend since your freshman year when you and your family had moved to Hawkins. Like most people of Hawkins, when the town split he and his family had fled. You didn't like to talk about him though. Not because he left you; that you were actually thankful for. It was an escape you never had to find for yourself. Todd had turned out to be a very mean boy. It was no secret because Dustin had told anyone that would listen he was going to kill Todd. When Steve had learned about how Todd was treating you he had punched him at a party. Todd had told you that if he ever seen you talking to Steve Harrington that wouldn't be another opportunity. You didn't think Todd would ever hurt you physically but it was better not to find out. Besides, it wasn't like Steve was ever trying to talk you. "You punched him."

"I wish I would have punched him harder," Steve countered.

As the church came into view you shook your head, "I don't want to talk about Todd. Ever, actually."

Steve relented, being the first one up to the church door. He pulled on handle with no luck. "Shit," he hissed.

You pushed Steve to the side, pulling a gun from your jeans. You kept it tucked in the back of your pants, just like Nancy had taught you. You held the barrel of it, bringing the butt of it down on the lock. Metal busting was loud but not as loud as a gunshot. The last thing you needed was to bring the military to the church doorstep. Steve stared at you and you just shrugged, pushing open the church door.

"You've been hanging out with Nancy too much," Steve shut the door behind him, using a chair to jam under the handle so it couldn't be opened from the outside. He was right about Nancy. Though the two of you had always sort of been friends since your brothers were, you had really gotten close in the past year. She was teaching you everything she knew about guns and it was fun you had to admit.

You looked around the church making sure there was no obvious signs of military life or demogorgons for that matter. All the windows and side doors were intact and locked which was a good thing. "I think it's clear," you said to Steve who had been inspecting the other side of the church.

"Okay, sit down. Let's look at that arm."

You eyed him, both of you on separate sides of the same pew. He raised a brow as if to challenge you but you relented, taking a seat. You shrugged off your sweater and tshirt, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get a good look at it with clothing on. You tried not to care that you were going to sit there in your bra but it did feel a little weird. Almost like the double d elephant in the room.

Steve didn't even pretend to not look at your chest where your tits were spilling out of the top of your bra. "Did you wanna take a picture? Maybe keep a Polaroid in your wallet of them?"

Steve coughed, "Being a smart ass must run in your family." He lifted your arm and you couldn't help but wince. "It doesn't look broken, just a little swollen."

"There's ibuprofen in my pack."

"That's smart. I don't know why I never thought of that," he countered.

Steve grabbed your bag, pulling out your water flask and digging around until he pulled out a small, thin white pack. You shook your head, "That's my birth control, try again."

Though the lighting was dark you could see Steve's cheeks turning slightly pink. "Didn't think that was an emergency pack type of medicine."

"I take it everyday, that's my every day bag," you explained. You took the bottle and water from him, tossing back three pills.

He packed them neatly back in your bag. You pulled your shirt back over your head, deciding to leave the sweater off because it actually felt kind of nice in the church. "I'll take the first watch if you want to get some sleep."

You looked at Steve who was going to sit on the altar stairs. You shook your head; sleep never came easy to you, not even on a regular night and you knew there was no chance of it now. "No way I'm going to be able to fall asleep. No sheep in here to count. You can rest though."

He shrugged, looking as if he may take the offer. You went to sit on the altar steps as well, a few feet apart from Steve. You leaned against what you thought was maybe some sort of prayer bench where there a bunch of unlit candles. Steve used his bag as a pillow and you sat your gun beside you so you grab it immediately if needed.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up at the ceiling. The pain in your arm was barely a dull throb now. "Why do you hate me?" You hadn't mean to ask the question but it had fallen from your lips like words were something you could just drop.

"What? Why do you think I hate you?" Steve turned to face you. His hair was wild since he had taken off the hat he had been wearing. You hated to think it but Steve Harrington was cute. You knew in the deepest parts of your soul that was one of the many reasons he had pissed you off so bad. He was just so goddamn pretty. His fluffy hair, long lashes that looked better than yours on any day, his puffy lips and the way his eyes just sparkled. It was unnatural and it made you so angry that you weren't immune to it.

"Because, I heard you one day. You were talking to Jonathan. He asked about me and you said that I was aggravating and annoying." You had remembered when you heard him say that Jonathan. All of you had been getting ready for a crawl the two of them were chit chatting in the studio. You thought it should hurt your feelings but more than anything it just made you mad. You and Steve avoided each other for the most part so you don't know why he thought those things about you. How could he form an opinion on you when he barely knew you?

"Why were you eavesdropping?" he was deflecting and you could feel yourself getting irritated.

"We all work in the same building, do we not? Did you think that no one but you and Jonathan were there? Because I don't think you thought that."

"I didn't say that's what I was thinking. I just didn't think anyone would be listening."

"Hmm," you rolled your eyes. "You know, I don't remember doing anything to piss you off so I'm not sure why I'm so awful for you to be around."

Steve laughed, the tone of it was cruel like maybe you were clueless or something. "It's not anything you did. It's just who you are. It's like… No matter where I go, you're there."

"We have the same friends. Your best friends with my brother. Not to mention we fight monsters and that's not something you can just go around telling people so our circles are pretty small." Even though you had been the one to bring the topic up to Steve you didn't like his answer. It was your fault for pushing, though. You should have just let him sleep.

"Yes! That's the problem," Steve sat up, doing so closed a large portion of the distance between the two of you. "If I go to work, you're there. If we're doing a crawl, you're there. If I want to see my friends, you're there. You are driving me crazy. You think you're so smart and better than me-"

You cut Steve off, feeling hurt for the first time since acknowledging he didn't like you. "I don't think I'm better than you." Your voice was soft. "Steve I'm always there because I have no where else to go. That's what I'm telling you. We have the same friends. Our lives are intertwined, I can't just disappear."

"No," Steve shook his head quickly. "That's not what I want. That's not even what I meant. It's…" He paused, blowing out a breath. "You drive me crazy. Don't you get it? You're aggravating and annoying because I feel absolutely mad. You're always there. I'm always there too and it's like you don't notice. Like you don't care. The way you seem to plague my thoughts and I don't even take up a fraction of yours."

You tilted your head, your lips trying to form words but your brain incapable of saying any. Finally you said, "Oh. Oh. That's… That's not what I thought. I didn't think you even noticed me."

Steve groaned your name, running a hand down his face, muffling his laugh. "For you to be so smart you're clueless. I beat up your boyfriend."

"Ex boyfriend but yeah, that's because Dustin told you to."

Steve shook his head, "Nope. It's because I hate him and he deserved it. Not only that I thought that maybe you'd finally get it."

You blinked, staring at Steve in disbelief. All this time you spent with pent up rage because of how perfect and beautiful he was.. You knew what it was for you but you hadn't conceived that he could feel the same about you. Steve Harrington, all muscles and pretty… You were not his type with your full figure and brash personality. Not that you weren't hot because you were. You had a full chest, an ample ass and your face wasn't so bad either. It's just, Steve Harrington had typically dated thinner girls. Not that that mattered, you thought all girls were pretty but you knew how boys and men thought.

Steve scooted closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Say you don't feel the same."

You shook your head, once again unable to say much of anything. You did feel the same. You shook your head again and Steve descended on you. He was holding your face in his hands as he kissed you. It was gentle at first, new and curious.

Kissing had never felt like this for you before. You kissed him back, your brain unable to process what was happening. All you knew was it felt right, and it was what you had been waiting for. You felt yourself melting in his hands.

How had the two of you just went from arguing to lip locked and on a church alter of all places? Steve pulled away, he pressed his lips against your neck. "You know," you said a bit breathless, "You drive me crazy too. Your stupid eyelashes and lips. You're such a pretty boy," you said and Steve pulled away from you just a few inches to look at you. His lips were slightly swollen from kissing you and you rolled your eyes. You pulled him back by his jacket and kissed him hard.

Steve pressed himself against you, your body laying back on the steps. All you knew in that moment is that you wanted him bad. Right here, in the upside down, scary particles wafting through the air and all. You spread your legs so he could sink between them, getting closer to you. The clothes that the two of you were still wearing felt like an evil barrier.

Steve tugged at your shirt and you helped pull it off. In that moment you were thankful for the pain meds because your arm didn't even hurt. Steve kissed your neck again while you unclasped your bra. He didn't even try to hold back the groan when your chest was on display for him. Your tits were big, it was something you did really enjoy. You enjoyed it even more watching Steve cup them in his hands, or at least try to. "Good fucking god," he said.

"Should you be praying to me in the middle of a church, Harrington?" You were aiming for confident or maybe witty but your resolve crumbled when Steve licked at your nipple. You closed your eyes. The whole body bliss that came with stomach butterflies consumed you. You could feel yourself getting wet and the jeans were making your miserable.

You looked down at Steve as he sucked and licked at your nipples, your breaths were shaky and you could feel Steve's cock straining against his jeans on your thigh. Oh god, he was big. He didn't have to take his pants off for you to see that. Steve pulled his jacket off, yanking his shirt off in one quick motion, kissing down your stomach.

He unbuttoned your jeans but you stopped him, "We are doing this my way."

Steve had no objections as you turned around, pushing him down against the altar. You unzipped his jeans, tugging them off of him just after he kicked his boots off. His boxes weren't doing much to hide his erection or the wet spot that the precum was making. You stroked him gently through the cloth, watching his head roll back. You'd be lying if you hadn't thought of this moment. You often fantasized about being the one to get Steve off. You wanted to know if he whimpered the way you thought pretty boys should. You kissed the middle of his chest, kissing his stomach where there were scars from the demobats. You didn't a second to kiss all the scars you could see, thankful that he hadn't actually died.

You pulled his boxers down, his cock bouncing up and hitting your cheek. Your eyes looked up, finding his and he stared down you, his lips slightly parted. You didn't break the eye contact as you took him into your mouth completely, shoving him right against the back of your throat. "Oh fuck, oh god," he groaned, blinking tightly. You bobbed your head, starting slow, relishing the way his hips jerked when you swirled your tongue around the head of his pink cock.

You brought one hand up, pumping him while you worked him in your mouth. Steve was veiny and you loved how he felt in your mouth and in your hands. A line of words stumbled from him, you were sure your name was mixed in there with all the 'fucks' and 'pleases'. You were enjoying yourself. You liked that you were able to make him squirm. You pushed him to the back of your throat again, groaning against him so he could feel the vibrations in your throat. That was the ticket, he whimpered and you grinned with his dick in your mouth, repeating this move.

You looked up at him and could see his eyes were becoming heavy. You couldn't let him cum yet. You let his cock pop out of your mouth, making a lewd noise as you sucked on him until he was out of your mouth. You stood, pushing your jeans down your hips, tossing them to the side. Steve looked up at you, "You're like an angel," he said which was cheesy considering your location.

You rolled your eyes, sinking to your knees but this time straddling him. You used one hand to take his cock and slide it between your folds. You were soaking wet and used his cock to gather it and rub it around naturally lubricating you, moaning when his dick brushed against your clit. You placed him at your entrance, sliding down slowly on him. He was big, it was more of a challenge now as he stretched your walls out but it was a welcomed discomfort. You moaned, placing your hands on Steve's abdomen as you sank down completely now.

"Fuck," Steve hissed as you moved your hips forward. Your pace was slow because the feeling of him was new and fuck it was so good. Your hips bucked as your slid back up before slamming down quickly. Both of you whimpered this time and you did it again, letting yourself move faster and faster.

Steve reached around, cupping your ass and slamming you down on him. You moved one hand between your legs, rubbing at your clit. The feeling of him inside you and the friction you were giving yourself made you scream in pleasure. Your hips jerked and you fluttered around Steve, he moaned, grabbing your hips. He let one hand come up and cup one of your breasts, "You are so fucking beautiful," he said.

You threw your head back, your hair cascading down your back. You were moving wildly now and you knew Steve was watching the way your tits bounced as you moved on top of him. "God, Steve," you cried out. "Your dick, oh my god," you tried to tell him something else but your words were a jumbled mess. You moved up and down, Steve's thumb applying pressure to your clit. You whined, refusing to slow down but knowing you were about to fall over that precipice a second time. Cumming twice wasn't something that happened to you when having sex so the feeling of this building again was making you hypersensitive.

Steve moved his thumb in a circle, applying a hard pressure that made you shut your eyes, vision speckling with white. His cock was hitting a place inside of you that made feel like you may actually combust on top of him with his dick buried in you.

You looked down at Steve who was staring up at you in awe. He looked absolutely mesmerized and it made you want to please him even more but you weren't sure of anything. You were losing the part of your brain that helped you form critical thoughts. All you knew that you were about to cum but it felt… different. Your body went rigid, your spine going completely straight. You couldn't stop your legs and hips from jerking, you pushed yourself off Steve, his cock falling against his stomach as you gushed everywhere. You couldn't help the scream that escaped you and Steve moaned, grabbing you and throwing you back down on the steps. This time he was behind you on his knees, he squeezed your ass, murmuring something about forgiveness and confessions. "Your ass, god, everything about you," he shook his head, his cock pushing back inside of you. .

You cried out, pushing yourself back against him. He pumped in and out of you, his hands coming around to cup your chest as he slammed into you. "You're perfect," he said, your walls still contracting and fluttering around him from what had just happened. It wasn't long before he was pulling out of you, hot liquid soaking your ass.

For a moment the two of you sat there, breaths coming in pants but then Steve wiped you off. He turned you around, looking into your eyes before he helped you get dress. He put his clothes back on as well and looked over the church. "I'm glad that if my beamer had to die this is what it was for."

You laughed, shaking your head. "If you had just told me how annoying I was to my face this could have happened a lot sooner."

Steve captured your chin between his thumb and finger before he kissed you. "I'll keep that in mind next time you're pissing me off."

Steve went to a level spot of the floor where there my no stairs. "Come on, let's down here. We'll wait for our rescue here."

You eyed him wearily but joined him all the same. At least being stranded with Steve hadn't been so bad.

You thought of yourself as a levelheaded person. In fact you knew you were. You were slow to anger and easy to get along with, both traits your mother had nourished in you during your upbringing.

But, standing outside of WSQK, in the upside down, staring at Steve Harrington. Well, you thought that maybe at that moment you were capable of ripping his fucking head off. You looked beyond Steve, right at his beamer that had crashed into the wall. It was true that Steve did typically frustrate you. He was able to make you angry in a matter of minutes and that was a skill no one else possessed. But this, well this took the fucking cake. You had told him not to drive into the god forsaken gate but when had he ever listened to you?

The two of you were having a stare down and you'd be damned if you cracked first. If looks could kill you had a feeling Steve would be dropping dead at this very moment. "Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have done that."

Your eyes went wide, a manic laugh bubbling out of you. "Do you think so, Stephen?" You cracked. You started pacing, debating where to even start. You didn't have much time to think about anything before you heard the walkie go off both of your names being repeated followed with, "Do you copy?" The voice belonged to your younger brother.

"Yes, we copy, Dustin. We are okay. Well, most of us. The beamer didn't make it." You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to glare at Steve. You knew the car was his 'baby' but was that really what he was concerned about right now? The two of you were trapped in the monster dimension for gods sake!

The rest of what Dustin was saying came in crackling sentences. The connection was bad but all the same, your patience that was already thin as ice was about to shatter. "Bad news… 'Til tomorrow. Steve, if you let my sister die, I'll kill you." The last sentence had been the only thing to come through crystal clear.

"Great. Great!" you started pacing again, looking up at the WSQK building. The only silver lining was that you knew this building very well. It was spacious which meant you could go inside and ignore Steve Harrington.

"Jesus, am I such bad company?" The look in Steve's eyes made your heart twinge with pain for a moment. He was right, was he? You were being unfair. It was just so hard to be around him. He drove you nuts and for all the reasons you could never say.

Your ice cold demeanor thawed, your shoulders slumping forward in defeat. No, he wasn't bad company. "You just infuriate me," you admired with a whisper.

Steve gave you a lopsided smile, "There's something we have in common. I infuriate you, you drive me fucking crazy."

"I do?" A small smile flickered across your face. You liked the idea of making Steve as mad as he made you feel.

"Oh, absolutely. Why do you think I can hardly be in the same room as you? You're bossy and assertive but more than that you're too fucking smart for your own good and it makes me feel dumb."

You frowned, not liking that he called himself dumb. That was a common thing people said about Steve. As much as you loathed him you didn't like that other people did. It made you angry when people spoke poorly of him. This was because Steve was a good person. You had seen how he had changed Dustin's life. Ever since your mother and fathers divorce he needed a male figure in his life. Steve had been that for him and Dustin had blossomed that much more because of it. Even though you would never admit that out loud to Steve you knew it was true. "Don't say you're dumb. You're not. People are smart in different ways. Sure my bossy and cleverness has saved our lives- more than once may I add. But, we wouldn't be anywhere without your brawn and bravery."

Steve's jaw dropped, he stared at you for a long moment. He held the walkie up, clicking the button, "Dustin? Dustin do you copy? She actually said something nice about me!"

You rolled your eyes, prying the walkie from his hand. "We must preserve battery. Come on, let's find a place to sleep."

Your optimism about being stranded at WSQK was shortsighted. You forgot just how dirty it had been when Robin took over. The upside down was stuck in 1983 and you guys had spent weeks cleaning it up because Jimmy Fast Hands Lee left it in a perpetual state of filth. So, WSQK wasn't actually an option.

"What's the closest building to us?" You asked, closing your eyes tightly picturing Hawkins.

"Our Lady of the Valley," Steve said without hesitation. You had forgotten he was born into a Catholic family turned baptist when he was middle school age. Well, you hadn't forgot. You simply tried not to retain information he spoke about himself. Besides, he was never talking to you about this. It was always someone else and you just happened to be in the background. You had never been Steve's conversation of choice.

"Maybe we should head there?" You offer, already heading to the front of the building.

"Okay, lets get the emergency packs out of the beamer then we'll go."

You followed Steve to the car, staring at the large wall the beamer was sticking out of. The wall hadn't been here the last time you had been in the upside down and it was making you uneasy. Steve was quick to hop up on the wall, opening the back door. "I'll just toss the bags down."

You stood on the ground, arms ready to catch the backpacks. Steve dropped the first one and you caught with ease but not without wincing. "Shit," you hissed. When the car crashed your arm had slammed against the door but now the adrenaline was wearing off. The second bag never hit, instead it was Steve landing on his feet, bag strapped across his back.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping in close to you. There was concern in his eyes as he searched you over.

"It's my shoulder, I hit it when we wrecked. I'm okay, it just took me by surprise."

Steve tilted his head, trying to assess your injury as if he had x-ray vision. "Come on, let's get to the church." You agreed with a nod of your head, reaching down for the bag. Steve grabbed it, cutting you off. "I don't think so, I got it."

The church was about two miles from the radio station and the first ten minutes the two of you were silent. You could feel Steve glancing at you often so you finally looked at him. "I'm fine, Steve."

"Okay. It's just, well you know, Dustin said he'd kill me if anything happened to you."

You laughed lightly, "Are you scared of a high schooler? Thought we left that behind us."

"Speaking of high school," Steve started and you groaned. You did not like reminiscing on Hawkins High. It had been the worst four years of your life. "How come were friends, Henderson?" His question sounded genuine which confused you because he knew exactly why the two of you were friends.

"Uhm, because we never spoke a word to each other until you befriended my brother our senior year? Not to mention we were not on the same social ladder. Or even in the same classes."

"Right because you were in all honors kid genius."

You rolled his eyes dramatically making sure he seen it. "Sure. I wasn't very social, you know that."

"Are you sure it wasn't because of Todd?" Steve pried.

Hearing your exes name had sent a jolt of unease through you. You and Todd Freemen had been boyfriend and girlfriend since your freshman year when you and your family had moved to Hawkins. Like most people of Hawkins, when the town split he and his family had fled. You didn't like to talk about him though. Not because he left you; that you were actually thankful for. It was an escape you never had to find for yourself. Todd had turned out to be a very mean boy. It was no secret because Dustin had told anyone that would listen he was going to kill Todd. When Steve had learned about how Todd was treating you he had punched him at a party. Todd had told you that if he ever seen you talking to Steve Harrington that wouldn't be another opportunity. You didn't think Todd would ever hurt you physically but it was better not to find out. Besides, it wasn't like Steve was ever trying to talk you. "You punched him."

"I wish I would have punched him harder," Steve countered.

As the church came into view you shook your head, "I don't want to talk about Todd. Ever, actually."

Steve relented, being the first one up to the church door. He pulled on handle with no luck. "Shit," he hissed.

You pushed Steve to the side, pulling a gun from your jeans. You kept it tucked in the back of your pants, just like Nancy had taught you. You held the barrel of it, bringing the butt of it down on the lock. Metal busting was loud but not as loud as a gunshot. The last thing you needed was to bring the military to the church doorstep. Steve stared at you and you just shrugged, pushing open the church door.

"You've been hanging out with Nancy too much," Steve shut the door behind him, using a chair to jam under the handle so it couldn't be opened from the outside. He was right about Nancy. Though the two of you had always sort of been friends since your brothers were, you had really gotten close in the past year. She was teaching you everything she knew about guns and it was fun you had to admit.

You looked around the church making sure there was no obvious signs of military life or demogorgons for that matter. All the windows and side doors were intact and locked which was a good thing. "I think it's clear," you said to Steve who had been inspecting the other side of the church.

"Okay, sit down. Let's look at that arm."

You eyed him, both of you on separate sides of the same pew. He raised a brow as if to challenge you but you relented, taking a seat. You shrugged off your sweater and tshirt, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get a good look at it with clothing on. You tried not to care that you were going to sit there in your bra but it did feel a little weird. Almost like the double d elephant in the room.

Steve didn't even pretend to not look at your chest where your tits were spilling out of the top of your bra. "Did you wanna take a picture? Maybe keep a Polaroid in your wallet of them?"

Steve coughed, "Being a smart ass must run in your family." He lifted your arm and you couldn't help but wince. "It doesn't look broken, just a little swollen."

"There's ibuprofen in my pack."

"That's smart. I don't know why I never thought of that," he countered.

Steve grabbed your bag, pulling out your water flask and digging around until he pulled out a small, thin white pack. You shook your head, "That's my birth control, try again."

Though the lighting was dark you could see Steve's cheeks turning slightly pink. "Didn't think that was an emergency pack type of medicine."

"I take it everyday, that's my every day bag," you explained. You took the bottle and water from him, tossing back three pills.

He packed them neatly back in your bag. You pulled your shirt back over your head, deciding to leave the sweater off because it actually felt kind of nice in the church. "I'll take the first watch if you want to get some sleep."

You looked at Steve who was going to sit on the altar stairs. You shook your head; sleep never came easy to you, not even on a regular night and you knew there was no chance of it now. "No way I'm going to be able to fall asleep. No sheep in here to count. You can rest though."

He shrugged, looking as if he may take the offer. You went to sit on the altar steps as well, a few feet apart from Steve. You leaned against what you thought was maybe some sort of prayer bench where there a bunch of unlit candles. Steve used his bag as a pillow and you sat your gun beside you so you grab it immediately if needed.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking up at the ceiling. The pain in your arm was barely a dull throb now. "Why do you hate me?" You hadn't mean to ask the question but it had fallen from your lips like words were something you could just drop.

"What? Why do you think I hate you?" Steve turned to face you. His hair was wild since he had taken off the hat he had been wearing. You hated to think it but Steve Harrington was cute. You knew in the deepest parts of your soul that was one of the many reasons he had pissed you off so bad. He was just so goddamn pretty. His fluffy hair, long lashes that looked better than yours on any day, his puffy lips and the way his eyes just sparkled. It was unnatural and it made you so angry that you weren't immune to it.

"Because, I heard you one day. You were talking to Jonathan. He asked about me and you said that I was aggravating and annoying." You had remembered when you heard him say that Jonathan. All of you had been getting ready for a crawl the two of them were chit chatting in the studio. You thought it should hurt your feelings but more than anything it just made you mad. You and Steve avoided each other for the most part so you don't know why he thought those things about you. How could he form an opinion on you when he barely knew you?

"Why were you eavesdropping?" he was deflecting and you could feel yourself getting irritated.

"We all work in the same building, do we not? Did you think that no one but you and Jonathan were there? Because I don't think you thought that."

"I didn't say that's what I was thinking. I just didn't think anyone would be listening."

"Hmm," you rolled your eyes. "You know, I don't remember doing anything to piss you off so I'm not sure why I'm so awful for you to be around."

Steve laughed, the tone of it was cruel like maybe you were clueless or something. "It's not anything you did. It's just who you are. It's like… No matter where I go, you're there."

"We have the same friends. Your best friends with my brother. Not to mention we fight monsters and that's not something you can just go around telling people so our circles are pretty small." Even though you had been the one to bring the topic up to Steve you didn't like his answer. It was your fault for pushing, though. You should have just let him sleep.

"Yes! That's the problem," Steve sat up, doing so closed a large portion of the distance between the two of you. "If I go to work, you're there. If we're doing a crawl, you're there. If I want to see my friends, you're there. You are driving me crazy. You think you're so smart and better than me-"

You cut Steve off, feeling hurt for the first time since acknowledging he didn't like you. "I don't think I'm better than you." Your voice was soft. "Steve I'm always there because I have no where else to go. That's what I'm telling you. We have the same friends. Our lives are intertwined, I can't just disappear."

"No," Steve shook his head quickly. "That's not what I want. That's not even what I meant. It's…" He paused, blowing out a breath. "You drive me crazy. Don't you get it? You're aggravating and annoying because I feel absolutely mad. You're always there. I'm always there too and it's like you don't notice. Like you don't care. The way you seem to plague my thoughts and I don't even take up a fraction of yours."

You tilted your head, your lips trying to form words but your brain incapable of saying any. Finally you said, "Oh. Oh. That's… That's not what I thought. I didn't think you even noticed me."

Steve groaned your name, running a hand down his face, muffling his laugh. "For you to be so smart you're clueless. I beat up your boyfriend."

"Ex boyfriend but yeah, that's because Dustin told you to."

Steve shook his head, "Nope. It's because I hate him and he deserved it. Not only that I thought that maybe you'd finally get it."

You blinked, staring at Steve in disbelief. All this time you spent with pent up rage because of how perfect and beautiful he was.. You knew what it was for you but you hadn't conceived that he could feel the same about you. Steve Harrington, all muscles and pretty… You were not his type with your full figure and brash personality. Not that you weren't hot because you were. You had a full chest, an ample ass and your face wasn't so bad either. It's just, Steve Harrington had typically dated thinner girls. Not that that mattered, you thought all girls were pretty but you knew how boys and men thought.

Steve scooted closer to you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Say you don't feel the same."

You shook your head, once again unable to say much of anything. You did feel the same. You shook your head again and Steve descended on you. He was holding your face in his hands as he kissed you. It was gentle at first, new and curious.

Kissing had never felt like this for you before. You kissed him back, your brain unable to process what was happening. All you knew was it felt right, and it was what you had been waiting for. You felt yourself melting in his hands.

How had the two of you just went from arguing to lip locked and on a church alter of all places? Steve pulled away, he pressed his lips against your neck. "You know," you said a bit breathless, "You drive me crazy too. Your stupid eyelashes and lips. You're such a pretty boy," you said and Steve pulled away from you just a few inches to look at you. His lips were slightly swollen from kissing you and you rolled your eyes. You pulled him back by his jacket and kissed him hard.

Steve pressed himself against you, your body laying back on the steps. All you knew in that moment is that you wanted him bad. Right here, in the upside down, scary particles wafting through the air and all. You spread your legs so he could sink between them, getting closer to you. The clothes that the two of you were still wearing felt like an evil barrier.

Steve tugged at your shirt and you helped pull it off. In that moment you were thankful for the pain meds because your arm didn't even hurt. Steve kissed your neck again while you unclasped your bra. He didn't even try to hold back the groan when your chest was on display for him. Your tits were big, it was something you did really enjoy. You enjoyed it even more watching Steve cup them in his hands, or at least try to. "Good fucking god," he said.

"Should you be praying to me in the middle of a church, Harrington?" You were aiming for confident or maybe witty but your resolve crumbled when Steve licked at your nipple. You closed your eyes. The whole body bliss that came with stomach butterflies consumed you. You could feel yourself getting wet and the jeans were making your miserable.

You looked down at Steve as he sucked and licked at your nipples, your breaths were shaky and you could feel Steve's cock straining against his jeans on your thigh. Oh god, he was big. He didn't have to take his pants off for you to see that. Steve pulled his jacket off, yanking his shirt off in one quick motion, kissing down your stomach.

He unbuttoned your jeans but you stopped him, "We are doing this my way."

Steve had no objections as you turned around, pushing him down against the altar. You unzipped his jeans, tugging them off of him just after he kicked his boots off. His boxes weren't doing much to hide his erection or the wet spot that the precum was making. You stroked him gently through the cloth, watching his head roll back. You'd be lying if you hadn't thought of this moment. You often fantasized about being the one to get Steve off. You wanted to know if he whimpered the way you thought pretty boys should. You kissed the middle of his chest, kissing his stomach where there were scars from the demobats. You didn't a second to kiss all the scars you could see, thankful that he hadn't actually died.

You pulled his boxers down, his cock bouncing up and hitting your cheek. Your eyes looked up, finding his and he stared down you, his lips slightly parted. You didn't break the eye contact as you took him into your mouth completely, shoving him right against the back of your throat. "Oh fuck, oh god," he groaned, blinking tightly. You bobbed your head, starting slow, relishing the way his hips jerked when you swirled your tongue around the head of his pink cock.

You brought one hand up, pumping him while you worked him in your mouth. Steve was veiny and you loved how he felt in your mouth and in your hands. A line of words stumbled from him, you were sure your name was mixed in there with all the 'fucks' and 'pleases'. You were enjoying yourself. You liked that you were able to make him squirm. You pushed him to the back of your throat again, groaning against him so he could feel the vibrations in your throat. That was the ticket, he whimpered and you grinned with his dick in your mouth, repeating this move.

You looked up at him and could see his eyes were becoming heavy. You couldn't let him cum yet. You let his cock pop out of your mouth, making a lewd noise as you sucked on him until he was out of your mouth. You stood, pushing your jeans down your hips, tossing them to the side. Steve looked up at you, "You're like an angel," he said which was cheesy considering your location.

You rolled your eyes, sinking to your knees but this time straddling him. You used one hand to take his cock and slide it between your folds. You were soaking wet and used his cock to gather it and rub it around naturally lubricating you, moaning when his dick brushed against your clit. You placed him at your entrance, sliding down slowly on him. He was big, it was more of a challenge now as he stretched your walls out but it was a welcomed discomfort. You moaned, placing your hands on Steve's abdomen as you sank down completely now.

"Fuck," Steve hissed as you moved your hips forward. Your pace was slow because the feeling of him was new and fuck it was so good. Your hips bucked as your slid back up before slamming down quickly. Both of you whimpered this time and you did it again, letting yourself move faster and faster.

Steve reached around, cupping your ass and slamming you down on him. You moved one hand between your legs, rubbing at your clit. The feeling of him inside you and the friction you were giving yourself made you scream in pleasure. Your hips jerked and you fluttered around Steve, he moaned, grabbing your hips. He let one hand come up and cup one of your breasts, "You are so fucking beautiful," he said.

You threw your head back, your hair cascading down your back. You were moving wildly now and you knew Steve was watching the way your tits bounced as you moved on top of him. "God, Steve," you cried out. "Your dick, oh my god," you tried to tell him something else but your words were a jumbled mess. You moved up and down, Steve's thumb applying pressure to your clit. You whined, refusing to slow down but knowing you were about to fall over that precipice a second time. Cumming twice wasn't something that happened to you when having sex so the feeling of this building again was making you hypersensitive.

Steve moved his thumb in a circle, applying a hard pressure that made you shut your eyes, vision speckling with white. His cock was hitting a place inside of you that made feel like you may actually combust on top of him with his dick buried in you.

You looked down at Steve who was staring up at you in awe. He looked absolutely mesmerized and it made you want to please him even more but you weren't sure of anything. You were losing the part of your brain that helped you form critical thoughts. All you knew that you were about to cum but it felt… different. Your body went rigid, your spine going completely straight. You couldn't stop your legs and hips from jerking, you pushed yourself off Steve, his cock falling against his stomach as you gushed everywhere. You couldn't help the scream that escaped you and Steve moaned, grabbing you and throwing you back down on the steps. This time he was behind you on his knees, he squeezed your ass, murmuring something about forgiveness and confessions. "Your ass, god, everything about you," he shook his head, his cock pushing back inside of you. .

You cried out, pushing yourself back against him. He pumped in and out of you, his hands coming around to cup your chest as he slammed into you. "You're perfect," he said, your walls still contracting and fluttering around him from what had just happened. It wasn't long before he was pulling out of you, hot liquid soaking your ass.

For a moment the two of you sat there, breaths coming in pants but then Steve wiped you off. He turned you around, looking into your eyes before he helped you get dress. He put his clothes back on as well and looked over the church. "I'm glad that if my beamer had to die this is what it was for."

You laughed, shaking your head. "If you had just told me how annoying I was to my face this could have happened a lot sooner."

Steve captured your chin between his thumb and finger before he kissed you. "I'll keep that in mind next time you're pissing me off."

Steve went to a level spot of the floor where there my no stairs. "Come on, let's down here. We'll wait for our rescue here."

You eyed him wearily but joined him all the same. At least being stranded with Steve hadn't been so bad.

Rip. "Fuck," you growled, hand reaching out to grab your dress just after the loud noise broke the silence. You had worked so hard to make absolutely no noise. You were trying hard to be undetectable. It was Halloween, your absolute favorite holiday and your boyfriend, Eddie, had informed you that there would be a hunt tonight. 

The rules of the hunt were simple. 

Run, hide, stay quiet and do not caught. Once you were caught, well, that's when the punishment came. Of course it wasn't punishment, not really. It was actually the fucking of a life time. One you were always eager to have. Eddie had a thing for slasher flicks so he enjoyed playing out this scenario. 

You had dressed as a maiden which in the moment had seemed like a good costume idea but here were, miles into the woods out past Lovers Lake with a gaping slit exposing your right thigh all the way to your stomach. 

You held your breath, listening closely, would he had been able to hear that? It was dead silent which was a good sign. You were just able to step away from the tree you had been leaned up against when you heard it. The sound of a twig snapping. 

Your eyes darted around, which direction had that come from? You couldn't be too sure. You took a careful step towards your right. You knew for a fact there was an abandoned barn a little further north. How may times had you spent in the busted up hayloft under and on top of Eddie? But he knew that place as well as you and he would think it was just the kind of place you'd run and hide. You had to be smarter than him. Maybe the safest spot would be the unexpected, back towards the lake. 

Crack. Another snapped branch. He was being awful reckless tonight. Usually he was so quiet you couldn't even detect him until he was in your line of vision. Maybe he was eager to get this over with and get under you. The thought alone made your stomach flutter and the heat between your legs spark. 

Taking a few more steps to look around you decided to run. As you made a break for it you could feel your dress fly behind you where it was ripped. Your whole lower half of body and hips were exposed to the cool night air. A figure stepped out in front of you causing you to slide to halt. You grinned, you had him now. But, this wasn't Eddie. You stumbled, taking a careful step back. This man, unable to be identified because of the long white mask he wore, was a good two inches shorter than Eddie. His shoulders were fuller and he looked strong. This wasn't Eddie, this was some stranger. He took a step forward and you another back.

It was a slow game that was terrifying you. For the first time during the hunt you were actually scared. Someone you didn't know was out here. Had he heard or seen you snooping around the lake and decided to follow you in? He took another step forward and you back. Your back pushed against something hard and unmoving. A hand came to cover your mouth. 

Something metal and cold touched your neck, "Don't make a sound, princess. Remember the rules." 

Relief flushed through you. This was Eddie. But… If it was Eddie behind you; who was in front of you? Had Eddie invited another person? Was he intending to share you? The very thought had you clenching your legs together. You wanted so very badly to be used. If Eddie wasn't threatened by this person that meant he was here because he was asked to be. 

Eddie tsked, using his free hand to push your thighs back apart. "There will be none of that. You hadn't earned a damn thing yet." 

The metal blade pressed against your neck, you knew Eddie would never do it hard enough to hurt you but the thrill that went through body had you whimpering. 

The anonymous man stepped toward you, his gloved reaching out to stroke your cheek before he stuff his thumb in your mouth. You gazed at the eyes of the mask, wondering if he could see well enough through it to note your eye contact. You sucked, the taste of leather making you wet. 

Eddie had brought the idea up to you a few times about bringing someone else in for the fun. He had never mentioned it would be during the hunt but you liked the idea of two hunters. He had asked nearly a month ago for you consent. When you had questioned who it would be he had said, "Someone I trust. Someone I know will fuck you good, just the way you deserve. You are my greatest joy in this life and I would never bring you someone unworthy." 

The man removed his thumb, reaching out to lift you in one smooth motion. He threw you over his shoulder and you halfheartedly beat your fist against his back. "Let me down!" 

"Uh-huh princess. Don't be naughty. We've caught you. It's time for you to give in." 

You couldn't see Eddie since he was walking in front of whoever this fridge of a man was. But all the same, a chill ran down your body. You could feel the cool night wind wrapping around your exposed skin. Someone's hands, Eddie's you assumed since the man was holding you tightly, reached up and ripped your dress further. With very little protest from you, he wrestled it off you, letting it fall to the forest floor. You had been wearing a lavender lacy thong but had opted for no bra since it wasn't that type of dress. Your tits pressed against the cool silk of the man's outfit and your nipples pebbled instantly. 

"Put her down, let's get a look at her." Eddie instructed. 

The stranger did as he was told and you couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't saying anything. Was it to keep his identity from you? Did he plan to reveal himself at any point tonight?

You shivered, the wind feeling icy on your breasts. You started to wrap your arms around yourself for warmth but the masked man reached out a hand to stop you. You stood in front him, chest exposed. "Take off your underwear," Eddie's voice commanded. 

You slid your panties to the ground, knowing that you wouldn't get them back after tonight which was a shame because they were your favorite pair. You could feel both sets of eyes on you and the feeling was setting you on fire. You knew now that if you let your hand dip between your legs you would already be soaking wet and you knew that Eddie himself was aware of the fact as well.

The man picked you up once more, throwing you back over his shoulder. Eddie was leading him to the barn. 

It wasn't too far of a walk and you were thankful it didn't take very long to get there. You weren't sure how much longer you could wait. "Put her here," Eddie was giving the man instructions but since you were facing away you couldn't see exactly what was happening. As you were put on your feet you could see a rope dangling above you that had soft cuffs at the end. There was not a lot of length between the two cuffs, it looked as if Eddie had knotted it up so your hands would be fastened together. 

"Arms up, baby doll," he grinned, his own mask now discarded to the floor. You lifted your arms and Eddie crossed your wrists before fastening the restraints. "Is that okay? Too tight?" 

You shook your head, suppressing a smile. Even when he was being dominant he always made sure you were okay. "Good, legs apart." 

You planted your feet shoulder width apart and Eddie circled behind you, the man following him. "Bend over." 

It was awkward with your hands restrained above your head but you did the best he could. "So fucking wet already. God you are such a slut," Eddie chided, walking back in front of you. "Stay still." 

You raised a brow but knew better to question the orders he was giving you. Suddenly there something rubbing between your pussy. It took you a moment to realize it was the leather of the man's gloves. You whined as he nudged your entrance, getting his finger wet before spreading it around and rubbing your clit. "So fucking pretty," he said. It was the first time he spoke and the sentence made you gasp. You knew that voice, it was Steve Harrington. How mamy times had you heard him during high school? Or on late nights when the world had went to shit and a large group of you gathered at WSQK? No wonder he hadn't talked, it was so obvious. How did Eddie get him involved? You had always thought Steve was a hunk and god now the both of them, you shuddered at the thought. 

A gloved finger slid inside of you without warning, making your back arch. It was the most foreign sensation but you liked it. A whimper escaped your lips and Eddie bent down so you could see him grinning. "Are you excited to find out how good Stevie and can fuck you tonight?" 

You nodded quickly, not caring how eager you seemed. The leather pushed in out of you and your eyes closed from the pleasure. Just as you felt yourself wishing for more Steve had removed his finger. You whined, your eyes flicking open to see Steve coming around to the front of you. The mask was gone and so were the gloves. He and Eddie both were in silly looking robes but they were removing those too, leaving them both in boxers. 

You licked your lips not thinking much about the action but you didn't miss the way Steve's cock twitched. You weren't sure how Eddie had even brought this up to Steve but it was clear he was into it. 

Eddie watched you watch Steve and he grinned, stepping closer to Steve to pull down his boxers. You gawked at Steve, he was huge. Eddie was big enough himself but god Steve was- how were you going to do this? With the both of them? You shivered and Eddie held out his hand in front of your lips. You spit on his fingers and he brought his hand to Steve's cock, swirling his hand around the tip before pumping him a few times. Steve was fully erect now and so was Eddie, you couldn't miss the way his boxers were fighting to keep him restrained. 

Steve stepped forward, "Open your mouth," his tone was demanding but what he didn't know about you was how good you were at obeying orders. 

You opened your mouth, looking up to hold his gaze as he pushed his cock slowly into your mouth. You didn't move, you let him control the situation. It was possible he wasn't aware of Eddie's rules but you didn't dare begin until instructed. When he was pushing against your throat he groaned, not knowing you had no gag reflex. "Go ahead princess, suck Steve's dick."

You used the heels of your feet to push you forward, taking Steve as fully in your mouth as you could but leaning back to pull your mouth off him. You worked him the way Eddie liked, fast and wet. Saliva was spilling out from around your mouth but Steve looked as if he was in heaven. His eyes were half closed and his hands were holding your head now moving you as he seen fit. You enjoyed when Eddie used your mouth to fuck himself just how he wanted and the same proved for Steve. 

Eddie walked behind you and you could feel his hand cupping your ass. "Stevie," he said in a low voice. "C'mere."

Steve groaned, pulling himself out of your mouth. His cock was throbbing and you whined from the loss of him. "Look how wet you are," Steve said. One of them rubbed at your entrance but you couldn't see who was doing it. "Stand up" Eddie helped you raise up and you had to admit you were thankful because you weren't sure of how good you could get fucked like this. 

Steve and Eddie both worked to let you out of the restraints then Eddie kissed you roughly, biting your lip. You whimpered, nipping back at his lip. "Upstairs."

You followed the two of them up to the barn's loft where there was a thick pile of blankets. Eddie motioned for Steve to lay down then he took your hand, leading you over to Steve. Steve was watching the two of you in awe and it had you suddenly wondering if he had ever done anything like this before. Were threesomes something he took part in often? Had Eddie done this before you? That was a question you'd never asked but if you were being honest you really didn't care because now there was only you. 

You bent your knees like Eddie was guiding you to do. You were straddling Steve, looking down at him. His cheeks were flushed with a tinge of pink. He was a very pretty man just like Eddie but also different from Eddie. "Are you ready to feel her, Stevie?" Steve nodded, that haze of lust fogging his eyes again. His hand reached out to paw at your chest and Eddie smirked. He used one to guide Steve's dick to you, using his other on your shoulder to push you down slowly. 

You braced your hands on Steve's chest, fingers settling in a patch of his chest hair, lifting slowly off him to sink back down. You moved leisurely, Steve moaning. "You sound so pretty," you said to Steve. 

Eddie was stroking his own cock lazily, "He does, doesn't he, princess?"

You smiled, grinding your hips against Steve before speeding up. You were bouncing quickly on top of him now his hands holding your breasts as they bounced around with you. You let your head fall back, moaning loudly. He felt so good, just like Eddie did. There was nothing you loved more than feeling so full and right now you felt completely stretched. 

As you raised up off Steve you decided to turn so you were riding him in reverse. You leaned down, grinding hard against him. Eddie came over to stand in front of you, his stance spread so each of his legs were on the other side of Steve's. He gripped your cheeks in his hand, squeezing just enough to keep your mouth parted. You held his eyes but never broke your rhythm as you moved atop Steve. "So fucking gorgeous," Eddie smiled. 

He slid his cock into your mouth and you combined your movements to pleasure them both. When you would move down on Steve, taking him completely inside you, the tip of Eddie's cock would be in your mouth so you swirled your tongue around just the way you knew he loved. Then, when you raised yourself off Steve you would take Eddie back into your throat. You were gasping from the pleasure you were feeling but it was smothered around Eddie's cock. 

Steve's hands found your waist and he held you tightly, moving you up and down on him. You moaned loudly. Your brain was fuzzy from bliss. This was one of the hottest thing you had ever done and the thought of your cunt and mouth being filled by both men was enough to send your spiraling over the edge. You could feel Steve's cock jerking inside of you but you continued to ride him through his orgasm. You felt so fucking good you weren't sure you could stop. "That's it, princess. Keep going," Eddie purred, his hand reaching down to pinch one of your nipples. 

You moaned around his cock, and a sharp pain came from your ass. Steve had spanked you hard and that had done it. You couldn't fight it anymore, you were going to come and you were sure it was going to break your mind. Your hips bucked, unable to control how they moved as you fluttered and clenched around Steve. He moaned loudly, smacking your ass. 

Even though your vision was tunneling in and out, Eddie wasn't done. You were experiencing one of the most intense orgasms of your life and Eddie held your head in his hands, slamming his cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with every motion. You were whimpering, tears spilling down your cheeks. You felt so sensitive you weren't sure how much more you could take. 

Just as you thought you may nearly explode Steve started to move his hips below you. He was already hard again. Maybe tonight would be the night you died from pure pleasure. Eddie spilled into you mouth, pulling out so you could lick his cock clean. 

Steve grabbed your arm, making you turn around. He sat up, adjusting you so he was holding you and moving you up and down on him. You heard the familiar sound of a lube bottle closing behind you. A chill ran down your spine, was Eddie going to take you too? Would you have both of them in you at the same time?

You bit your bottom lip, turning your head to see Eddie pumping lube onto his dick. Steve stopped you, keeping you settled on his dick. Eddie came up behind you, rubbing the excess lube on your ass. Your eyes widened. Just the feeling him rubbing you while you were fully seated on Steve's cock made your stomach flip. "Please?" You pleaded needing the feeling of both of them. You were convinced if this didn't happen it would kill you. 

Eddie's cock rubbed gently at your ass, he pushed so slow. This was something the two of you had done before and you did enjoy it but you had never experienced double penetration. You weren't sure how this was going to be but you did know that you wanted it more than anything else in this moment. 

For a moment it hurt, you held your breath, knowing just how temporary this pain was. When he was fully inside you, you were sure you'd cum just from the feeling of having them both in you. Steve gripped your waist and began to move you up and down slowly and the feeling was akin to bliss. You were sure this was quiet literally heaven. 

A loud moan ripped from your throat and you whimpered, "Faster?" you begged. 

Steve obliged and Eddie started moving as well. "Oh my fucking god," you choked out, a sob pushing up at your throat. You wanted to feel this full of them forever. 

Steve and Eddie both moaned, kissing one another over your shoulder. You whined, a hand dipping between your thighs to rub your clit. The feeling immediately made you shudder, tears streaming down your cheeks. In a matter of moments it was all too much. You jerked, feeling yourself clench and squeeze around Steve's cock. Your body was throbbing and you were crying from the feeling. 

You brain felt liquid and you weren't sure when it happened but you were now laying on the palette, Eddie and Steve using each others hands to finish them off before Eddie laid down beside you. Steve looked at the two of you then shrugged, laying down next to you as well. Eddie was peppering kisses all over your face, "Such a good girl. You did so well." 

You hummed lazily, turning your head to catch his lips in a kiss. You turned to your side, letting your hand reach out and lay over Steve's stomach as you laid your head on his chest. 

In early hours of the morning a pink haze settled in the barn. The sun was rising and you were squished between Steve and Eddie. You body was sore but in the best way possible. You stretched out, arms folding over Eddie who must have turned in your sleep to face. Steve was still behind you, arm threw lazily over you. He sat up, looking down at you. "Good morning," he smiled.