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The scene:

Also me everytime they mentioned/showed him:

(Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson)

Summary: Steve hates sharing you but he’ll make an exception with Eddie, the only guy he trusts… Should he, though?

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: +18 MDNI. SMUT (filthy af, threesome, kinda-drunk sex, unprotected p in v, DP, m! and f!receiving oral, big d steve, steddie kisses and a handy, face-fucking, eiffel tower, hair-pulling, mean dom!Steve, caring soft!Eddie, praise kink, use of ‘whore’, ‘slut’, and ‘good girl’), sorta angsty at the start, established (but kinda toxic) relationship between steve and reader, steve is possessive af.

Steve and you were obsessed with each other. If you weren’t fucking like rabbits in a random bathroom, you’d be making out against any surface. Envious people told you it was a honeymoon phase, that eventually you’d stop, but two years in, you still found yourselves having sex at least twice a day.

You really tried to respect your friends and keep it to a minimum around them, but it was difficult when Robin and Eddie spent every free moment with you. They had gotten used to hearing sloppy, messy kissing sounds next to them as they watched a movie; to hearing a bed hitting the wall upstairs while they listened to the newest rock music; to Steve getting handsy in the middle of conversations…

Or so you thought.

But actually, Eddie was drowning in jealousy.

You had caught his attention when Dustin introduced you to him a while back, when Steve had a double shift so you had to pick up the kid from school.

“This is my second mom, Steve’s girl,” said Dustin while hugging you tightly.

Eddie didn’t care if you had a boyfriend; he was too focused on your attractive body and your bright smile as you shook his hand.

“Eddie Munson, right? Dusty always talks about you,” you said politely. “He says you play the guitar.”

He smirked charmingly, trying to forget the sudden lustful thoughts. “Yeah, I do. I have a band and all.”

“Oh, really? Cool.”

“Yeah, you should come to our next gig at The Hideout.” He looked you up and down shamelessly. “Although I don’t know if a pretty girl like you knows where it’s at.”

Dustin glared at him, surprised by his audacity, but you were used to people flirting with you.

You used your classic card. “Oh, I know about The Hideout, but my boyfriend doesn’t like it. Don’t you know him? Steve Harrington. He was at your school. Graduated last year...”

Men realized they had no chance with you by the fourth minute that you were still talking about your precious boyfriend.

Except Eddie. “He should come too, then. Sounds like a fun guy.”

Next Tuesday, you found yourself alongside Steve and Robin at The Hideout. The latter was excited about visiting one of the sketchiest, most dangerous bars at Hawkins, while your boyfriends only wished to disappear with you.

His hands were glued to your hips as you ordered a beer at the bar. The three of you looked out of place with your light-colored clothes in the sea of gothic people.

“You came!” Eddie appeared next to you and pulled you into a side hug, completely ignoring Steve’s presence. He licked his lips as he gave you a once-over. “You look good, babe.”

Robin inhaled, already seeing a storm coming, and sipped her orange soda excitedly.

Steve glared at him with complete disgust and anger, his arms tightening around you. “Who the hell are you?”

You smiled awkwardly. “This is Eddie. He invited us to the gig.”

Eddie’s smile wavered and became fake as he looked at Steve. “Harrington, hey. Thanks for coming, man. We appreciate the support.”

Steve’s frown didn’t leave his face. “I was forced—” You stepped on his foot discreetly. He whimpered and smiled weakly. “Thanks for the invite, man.”

Robin introduced herself and begged Eddie for a tour of the place.

The second they were gone, Steve glared at you. “What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?”

He scoffed. “Don’t play dumb. He called you ‘babe’ and flirted with you. Have you hung out with him before?”

You sighed and muttered, “No. I already told you I’ve only talked with him the day I picked up Dustin from—”

“Yeah, yeah, the D&D club. He’s the idiot Henderson loves so much,” Steve mumbled angrily. “I don’t like him. We’re not coming here again.”

After the gig, Eddie invited you three to his trailer home. Steve wanted to immediately decline, but Robin and you accepted before he could even open his mouth.

He was planning on letting you chat for ten minutes, then you two would be leaving and never talking to Eddie again. But weed got involved, and before you knew it, Steve and Eddie chatted all night, promptly becoming friends.

Eventually, Eddie stopped flirting with you, appreciating his new friendships too much to lose them over a girl. But, damn, it was difficult when that girl was you.

Thinking Eddie wasn’t into you anymore, Steve didn’t mind if you hung out alone at his trailer, helping the man with most of his homework.

But he could never concentrate, especially when your hands caressed his shoulders. Your body was pressed behind him as you leaned over to look at the paper he was solving. He could feel your chest raising up and down… Fuck, his jeans were tightening.

You felt the tension and confused it with nerves for his upcoming test.

“C’mon, Ed, this will be your year,” you encouraged him as he solved one of your old math quizzes. “You’ll graduate. I know it.”

He had to wait until Steve picked you up to relieve himself in the shower.

Eddie tried every day to forget you. He wanted to be a good friend, for fuck’s sake.

He pretended to be interested in other girls at parties while you made out next to him.

He pretended to be deaf as you basically dry-humped on his couch whenever they got high at his trailer.

He pretended to be asleep in your backseat when Robin asked about your sex life.

“He made you squirt?” Robin gasped. “That’s insane. Does it ever… hurt?”

“What exactly?” you asked, still focused on the road.

She whispered, “You told me Steve was huge down there.”

You snorted. “I didn’t say huge.”

“Well, I remember you limped to my house after the first time, then you grabbed my ruler to show me how big,” she recalled. “Ten inches seems huge and extremely painful to me.”

You shrugged. “Maybe I enjoy the pain.”

“How does that even fit, though?” Robin grimaced. “I can’t imagine doing that with a man. I’ve heard they are too selfish during it.”

“It’s true, but it depends on the guy. My Steve…” You smiled devilishly. “We’re gentle sometimes, but girl, he likes it rough.”

“Really? Like, choking and spanking?”

You glanced back at Eddie, making sure he was asleep, before nodding. “And he’s possessive as hell.”

Robin giggled, extremely cringed out. “Ew, ew, ew. He holds your neck and grunts ‘you’re mine, babygirl’?”

“Shut up!” You chuckled, covering your mouth. “I won’t tell you anything else.”

“Oh, c’mon! We’re best friends. I deserve to know all the freaky details,” Robin whined. “At least tell me what his craziest kink is.”

“No.”

“Okay, how ‘bout the thing you like the most about him in bed?”

You hesitated, then whispered. “He’s really into… doing it raw.” Robin gasped and looked down at your belly. You rolled your eyes. “I’m on the pill, idiot.”

“Oh, because of him?”

“No. I mean, yeah. Sort of. I love when he comes inside me. Makes me feel…” Your cheeks turned red. “Forget it.”

“Tell me!”

“Ugh, makes me feel like I’m not on the pill, okay?” you snapped. “Like he is… breeding me.”

Eddie wanted to cut his ears off. He needed to adjust his pants; the physical effect was impossible to ignore anymore.

Robin chuckled and shook her head. “I knew it. You’ll definitely have kids in, like, a year.”

You paled. “Oh, no, no. I don’t want kids right now. It’s just… the feeling of being full of him. It’s hard to explain, but he understands me.” The car stopped. “It’s here. Wake Eddie up.”

He had jerked off to the thought of fucking you raw for almost a month.

Eddie felt like a horrible friend any time Steve was nice to him. When he lent him money for his truck, when he got a lawyer for Eddie’s uncle, or when he listened to his family problems with genuine concern.

Being close to Steve meant tolerating his jealous rants whenever a guy hit on you. Hell, even when a guy just glanced at you for a second too long. It was an understatement saying that Steve was overprotective of you.

“...so she walked off because I told her I didn’t like how her cousin was talking to her.”

Eddie frowned. “Her… cousin?”

“Yeah, that bastard,” Steve grunted. “I don’t trust any men around her. She’s too sweet, too naive… And now she’s pissed at me, so I bought those flowers for her.”

Eddie looked at the enormous bouquet of tulips on the backseat. “Huh.”

“I trust you though,” Steve added, hitting his arm. “I’m glad you can keep an eye on her when I’m working.”

As Steve kept driving, Eddie’s eyes accidentally wandered to his friend’s crotch, suddenly remembering your conversation with Robin. It looked a bit voluptuous with the pants he was wearing, and if you were saying the truth, those curves probably were his—

He gulped and looked away, his cheeks turning the deepest shade of red. Why the fuck was he thinking about Steve’s cock? Because he wanted to be like him? Or to see it?

No, no, no. None. Steve and you were his friends, and that was it.

Eddie needed to forget about both completely or he would lose you forever.

— — —

It was well past midnight when Steve’s house phone woke you up. You pushed your boyfriend’s arm off your body and sat up.

He noticed the sudden coldness and quickly got up. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You smiled tiredly at him. “I’ll answer the phone.”

“No, no.” He pulled you back to bed, kissed your cheek, and stood up. “I got it. Keep resting, baby.”

Steve rushed to his house’s first floor and answered the phone grumpily. “What?”

It was Robin. “Dude, is Y/N there? Can we invade you?”

“No. It’s one in the morning.”

“It’s Saturday. Don’t be a party pooper!”

Eddie’s voice sounded far away as he yelled, “Tell him we have weed!”

Steve jumped, startled, when you hugged him from behind. “Who is it, baby?” you mumbled.

Robin screamed so you could hear her, “Y/N! Tell your boring ass man that if he doesn’t let us crash there tonight, we’ll get in through the chimney.”

You smiled confused. “Why don’t you want them here?”

Steve sighed and lowered the phone. His thumb caressed your cheek. “You’re tired, sweetheart. We had sex for, like, three hours.”

“Ew! Stop. Don’t say more details while I’m here,” Robin complained. “See you on thirty. Shower, please. With soap!”

And she hung up.

Steve whined and threw the phone back in its place. “She gets more annoying every day.”

You chuckled and kissed his back. “She’s right, though. We should shower.”

He turned around and smirked down at you. “And have a sixth round there?”

Almost an hour later, Eddie parked badly outside the Harrington’s mansion. You were wearing one of Steve’s shirt and big gym shorts as you let your friends in.

“Welcome, weed fairies.”

Robin and Eddie shared a guilty look. “Umm, that was a lie. We don’t have it.”

From the staircase, Steve grunted. “Then turn around and leave.” At your pointed glare, he forced a smile. “I’m kidding.”

Robin hugged you tightly, kissed your head, and waved her bag. “We have board games, though.”

“And wine.” Eddie greeted you by patting your head, aware of Steve’s presence.

You gasped excitedly and closed the door. “Red?”

Steve slumped down on the couch. “You’re not drinking that.”

Robin glared at him as she pulled out various board games. “Let her be.”

“You know how she gets with red wine,” Steve muttered.

You crossed your arms. “What does that mean?”

Eddie and Robin recognized that tone; they averted their eyes and pretended to read Monopoly’s instructions.

Thankfully, Steve and you took the argument to the kitchen.

“I can drink whatever I want,” you muttered. “We’re home. Nothing bad will happen.”

He passed a hand through his face. “Do you remember the last time you drank red wine?”

“... no?”

Steve continued, “You don’t remember when you broke up with me for two hours because I couldn’t take you to Disneyland at four in the morning?”

You blinked, trying to remember, and giggled awkwardly. “Oh, right. But we’re back together!”

He wasn’t laughing. “Remember the night you tried to steal the neighbor’s dog?”

“It was a pomeranian! You know I’m crazy for them,” you whined.

“And what about when you tried to jump from my second floor to the pool?”

“That… is actually very possible and safe. I saw it in a movie!” you joked.

But Steve’s face was stoic; he was far from budging. You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know why I’m explaining myself. I’m an adult.”

You brushed past him, but he seized your arm. “Y/N, I’m serious.”

“Well, me too!” you snapped. “You’re so controlling sometimes.”

He dropped his hold. “Fine. Be a fucking idiot, get wasted, and see who will take care of you, because I certainly won’t.”

“You’re not my dad,” you bit back.

Steve scoffed. “As if he even cares about you…”

His harsh tone made you flinch. Every time you fought, Steve was an expert at attacking with words.

He noticed your hurt eyes and felt like the biggest piece of shit. “I– Baby, I didn’t mean that.”

You turned away, not wanting him to see the inevitable tears. “You just spoke without thinking, right?”

Steve gulped as you took the words from his lips. He engulfed you in a hug and scattered kisses across your face. “I love you. I’m sorry. I’m the idiot.”

Right now, you wanted to run to your parents' house and cry on your childhood bed. You had moved out a year ago, staying now at the Harringtons’ by Steve’s petition, but you sometimes missed the peace of being alone.

He brushed away the tears. “I’m just looking out for you. I worry too much, I know. But you’re my girl. I want what’s best for you.”

You almost replied back with an angry remark, but got interrupted by the kitchen door opening. Eddie looked at both of you with wide eyes. “Stop fighting. It’s not red wine. It’s white!”

Steve soothed your back. “You want a cup, princess?”

You frowned. “I thought you said I'm an idiot when I drink.”

Steve clenched his jaw, realizing you were still mad.

Eddie’s eyebrows raised. He took a step back. “Umm, I’ll be in the living room.”

“No,” Steve snapped. “Give me the wine.”

He took it from his friend’s hand and poured some in a cup. “You wanted to drink… Then fucking drink.” He shoved it into your hands. “But if you do something crazy, you have to promise to never ever drink again.”

You clenched your fists. “I have a better idea.” Picking the bottle from the counter, you poured a second cup. “We all drink and see who’s the real idiot.”

Eddie wanted to jump off a building from how uncomfortable he was feeling. He had moved in with his uncle to avoid watching his parents fight… and this was a similar sight.

Steve grasped the cup and took a long sip. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

The three of you came back to the living room with two more cups for Eddie and Robin. The latter had set the Monopoly board on the center of the coffee table and was distributing the money.

“Ready to be capitalist bastards?” she asked, receiving her cup with an excited smile.

Eddie smirked. “Ready to watch you buy the poorest properties and lose in the first twenty minutes? Absolutely.”

Steve sat in front of you, still glaring at each other. Knowing your favorite, he placed the dog as your token next to his racecar at the start. It had been a simple detail, but your heart clenched slightly.

The game went on for almost two hours and, to everyone’s surprise, you were winning. It seemed that your wine experience had made your body more tolerant to it, so the other three were twice as drunk.

Eddie was lying down on the floor, trying to understand his properties’ names. “I swear I had another green one.”

“Are there purple ones left? Oh, they’re blue… But I saw purple properties before,” Steve slurred drunkenly, scanning the board. “I think Robin stole one of mine.”

The accused one gasped and shoved her cards to his face. “I literally only have two brown ones. Y/N is crushing us. Let’s start a union!”

You giggled as you counted your thousands of fake dollars. “Prepare for bankruptcy, Buckley. Or should I say, ‘No Bucks-ley’?”

Steve gave you a loving glance. His socked foot caressed your leg under the coffee table. “If I laugh at your bad joke, would you gift me some bucks, honey?”

The alcohol had taken away any angry thoughts from your minds. You pretended to think, tapping your chin while smirking at him. “Take off your shirt and I’ll consider it.”

Robin threw the dice at Steve. “You can’t sell your body for money; this isn’t real life.”

He protected his face with his arms before glaring at her. “Ouch? And there aren’t any rules against prostitution here.”

She shrugged and served everyone more wine. “No one wants to see your hairy chest anyway.”

“I do,” you instinctively said… and to your surprise, Eddie did too.

You two exchanged a surprised glare, then chuckled drunkenly. Steve was too wasted to notice, but Robin froze for a second.

“You’re spending too much time with me, Ed,” you joked, taking another long sip.

Robin frowned at Eddie, but he avoided her eyes completely.

Steve threw the dice back on the board and, unfortunately, landed on one of your properties. He pouted. “I don’t have forty bucks, baby. Can you make an exception?”

You pouted back and extended a hand over the board. He squeezed it with hope, but you frowned. “Give me your last twenty dollars. You’re officially bankrupt.”

Robin and Eddie doubled over, clutching their stomachs as they laughed. Steve sighed and gave you everything he owned as he finally lost.

HONK HONK

You frowned at the sudden car horn outside. Steve stood up, almost stumbling, and leaned against the wall. “Can someone check that? I’ll get some water.”

Robin crawled to the window and peeked through the curtains. “It’s Vickie! Ugh, she looks so pretty with her nurse outfit. I need her.”

Eddie yawned and rested on his elbows. “Tell her there’s no more wine.”

You rose up carefully. “I’ll let her in.”

“No. I’m leaving with her.” Robin threw all her fake money and cards to Eddie. “Have all my properties too, buttercup. Buh-bye.”

He gasped excitedly. “Thank you, cupcake!”

You were too drunk to care about their odd nicknames. “I wished you had invited her in. She’s so nice.”

Robin combed her hair with her fingers. “I can’t have her naked with all of you around.” She smirked and kissed your forehead. “Bye. Good luck with those losers, sweet pea.”

“See you on Monday, Rob!” Steve yelled from the kitchen.

“Goodbye, idiot. Don’t get her pregnant!” she replied.

You unlocked the door, but before Robin could leave, she whispered with a mischievous smirk. “You never know what’s going through men’s minds. Roll the dice and find out. Bye!”

She pranced like a pony towards her girlfriend’s car, making her laugh. They drove away while you were left at the door, completely disoriented.

‘Roll the dice’? As in ‘keep playing’? But her tone sounded like she was referring to something else. Damn, you were too drunk for random riddles.

You gasped when Steve embraced you from behind. He snorted and kissed your cheek. “Didn’t mean to scare you, baby. Close the door. It’s cold outside.”

As you locked the entrance and walked back to the living room, you watched Steve lightly kicking Eddie’s side. “You alive?”

He opened his eyes and sat up. “Who won?”

You chuckled and jumped face down to the couch. “I’m too tired to continue.”

Steve slapped your ass playfully before sitting down next to Eddie. You turned your head sideways to watch them. Your boyfriend messed with the other boy’s hair before placing his legs over his. Eddie pushed Steve off before hovering over him to wrestle.

As they rolled around on the floor, you slowly sat up, eyes glued on their wandering hands, ears focused on their drunken giggles. Your cheeks reddened as Eddie’s strong bicep circled around Steve’s neck from behind.

Seeing your boyfriend so helpless under another man wasn’t supposed to make you this turned on.

“I give up.” Steve freed himself and sprawled down on the floor. “I’m too tired to beat you.”

“You never win anyway,” Eddie joked. He noticed your gaze and his smirk turned into a soft smile. “Why are you so quiet, huh?”

You took a sip from Steve’s water, a million thoughts reeling on your mind, as your eyes traveled through Eddie’s body. His shirt had risen up, revealing a bit of his happy trail.

Steve crawled to you and opened your legs, kneeling between them as he kissed your legs lovingly. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

A crazy idea morphed into desire at seeing both boys on the floor, staring up at you. Steve recognized the lust in your eyes and his kisses turned hungrier as they reached your inner thighs.

You moaned softly when he left a love bite and started pulling down your shorts.

Eddie cleared his throat nervously. “I should go.”

“No,” Steve and you exclaimed at the same time, surprising each other.

Your boyfriend licked his lips, hesitating. “You can stay and watch.”

Eddie’s cheeks turned scarlet. He opened and closed his mouth like a doomed fish, then whispered. “A-are you sure?”

“Yes,” you whined. “S-sit here, Ed.”

Steve unbuckled his belt, needing to free himself, while you took off your shorts and underwear. Eddie sat on the farthest point of the couch, his eyes shifting from your open wet pussy to Steve’s voluminous tip peeking out of the waistband of his briefs.

Fuck, it was big.

Eddie palmed himself over his pants and whimpered. You bit your lip at the sight. Steve placed your legs over his shoulders and pulled you to the couch’s edge. He didn't waste a second and spat on your pussy.

He looked at Eddie and smirked. “Touch yourself while you watch us. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”

Ed quickly shoved down his pants and briefs to his knees and stroked his painfully hard cock.

Your legs quivered as Steve devoured you. His tongue was everywhere, making patterns on your clit, licking stripes across your folds, and fucking into you.

“Oh, fuck!” you moaned and grasped his hair.

Your eyes drifted to Eddie’s, causing his cock to twitch. He watched you tremble as waves of pleasure traveled through your body, then looked down at Steve’s tongue moving magnificently.

Eddie couldn’t decide if he wanted to be Steve or be you.

You glanced down at your boyfriend, whose eyes were already on you as he kept lavishing you. ‘Roll the dice,’ Robin had said… The three of you had already crossed boundaries; might as well cross more.

“Baby,” you whimpered. “C-can I touch Eddie?”

Steve stopped, your words sobering him up for a second. He pulled back, hesitating between his desire to possess you and his hunger to share you with his closest friend.

You pulled Steve up until his face was near you. “Remember what we talked about threesomes?”

Eddie’s ears perked up.

Steve fiddled with the hem of your —his— shirt and whispered, “I told you I don’t like them.”

“No, you said we could try if we found someone you trusted,” you replied. “And who better than Eddie?”

Steve sighed. “Are you completely sure? We’re kinda drunk.”

You scoffed. “The excitement is sobering me up.” Your fingers squeezed his shoulders. “What ‘bout you?”

He couldn’t lie to himself; the thought of another man’s hands on you made his blood boil, but imagining you taking two dicks at the same time…

Steve grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you into a fierce kiss. He bit your lip and whispered, “I’m in.”

Eddie froze as both pairs of eyes drifted to him. He cleared his throat and stopped stroking himself. “Hi?”

You chuckled and scooted closer to him, Steve sitting next to you. Eddie gulped when your hand found his cock. His eyes flew to Steve’s. “What—?”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “D’you wanna do this or not? We’re not gonna beg.”

Eddie almost broke his neck from how hard he nodded. “Yes! Yeah. I mean… You’re letting me do anything?”

“Anything she wants and is comfortable with,” Steve muttered.

Your hands crept up to pull at Eddie’s shirt, silently asking him to take it off, while you faced your boyfriend. “What are your limits?”

Steve watched as you caressed Eddie’s abs. “You stop when I say so.”

You sat back while both boys stared, waiting for your next move, and took off your shirt. You placed your hands on your lap and shrugged. “What’re you waiting for? Kiss me.”

They moved in a flash. Steve gripped your left thigh and attacked your neck while Eddie placed a shaky hand on your tummy and kissed your jaw.

As their kisses moved across your face, both almost reaching your lips, you grabbed their cheeks, angling their mouths together. But when their lips met, they immediately pulled back and redirected themselves to you.

Ugh.

As much as you were enjoying the attention, you wanted to try again. When they got back to kissing your cheeks, you ducked back and brought their mouths together. This time… it worked. Eddie’s lips pressed firmly against Steve’s, making his mouth open wider to welcome his tongue.

You leaned back on the couch, watching with a devious smirk as your boyfriend and his friend kissed. It was the hottest thing you had seen in your entire life. Eddie tilted his head to deepen the kiss and Steve grasped his neck to pull him closer.

Fuck, you needed so badly to take a picture. This sight would be printed on your mind forever.

Almost instinctively, your fingers rubbed your clit. Yet the second a moan escaped your mouth, they pulled back and stared at each other in shock.

“No, don’t stop,” you whined. “Kiss again.”

Steve’s face was resembling a tomato as he stammered, “I’m n-not gay.”

Eddie gulped and looked away. “Me neither.”

You rolled your eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with kissing your friends. You were clearly enjoying it. Besides…” You held their faces again, slowly pulling them closer. “Whatever happens here, stay here.”

Steve and Eddie hesitated, their eyes dropping to each other’s lips before diving in again. Your grin widened. Oh, you had them right where you wanted them.

Still making out with his friend, Steve spread your legs and pushed his middle finger inside you. Eddie squeezed your right breast before teasing your nipple with his thumb.

You were in heaven, moaning and arching your back like a possessed woman.

Steve pulled back from Eddie to cup your jaw and kiss you fervently, inserting a second finger. Eddie’s lips dropped to suck one of your nipples while his right hand slithered to Steve’s cock, wrapping his fingers around it tentatively. When the boy didn’t repel, he stroked it slowly.

Steve moaned against your mouth, letting your tongue sweep across his bottom lip before slipping inside. One of your hands caressed your boyfriend’s hair while the other took hold of Eddie’s glistening cock. He whimpered against your breast, bit your nipple, and pulled it lightly.

Eddie couldn’t believe he was finally touching you, devouring you, you, you, you… He sat up rapidly, held your face, and pushed Steve away from your lips to replace him. Drunk on lust, you kissed him back just as hungrily.

And even if he had done the same—fuck, his hand was literally on his cock—Steve felt a pang of jealousy. “Stop.”

You immediately pulled back from Eddie, who ceased his handjob too. Both stared at him expectantly.

“No kissing between you two. That’s my only limit,” Steve mumbled, a bit nervous. “Anything but that.”

Because for him, intimacy was way deeper than sex. He could share your body for pleasure, but your tender kisses were just for him.

You didn’t agree with your boyfriend in that aspect—watching him kiss Eddie had literally been the highlight of your year—but you could understand him.

“Alright, baby. Don’t worry.” You pecked Steve’s lips, took his fingers out of your pussy, and stood up. You quirked an eyebrow. “Isn’t it unfair that I’m the only one completely naked?”

They got on their feet and removed their remaining clothes without a second thought. The closeness between Steve and Eddie felt overwhelming, neither daring to look at each other. Now they were getting self-conscious? Ugh…

You knelt down between them. “Give me a hair tie, Ed.”

After gathering your hair in a messy ponytail, you smirked up at both of them. “Touch each other, boys.”

They stared at each other nervously, then down at their cocks. Eddie gulped at his first complete view of Steve’s size, wondering how painful it would feel inside him—

You. Inside you… Yes, that was definitely what he had wondered.

Steve had never seen another man’s cock, apart from accidental glimpses in men’s bathrooms. Eddie’s was thicker—but not longer—than his. Still, a good size to make you choke.

Your boyfriend roughly grasped you by the ponytail. “Who put you in charge, princess?”

Eddie snorted. “You’re right. She’s too bossy.”

You gasped. “I’m not—”

Steve took advantage of your open mouth and shoved you towards Eddie’s cock. The latter didn’t hesitate in aligning and pushing it past your lips.

“Be a good girl and deepthroat him like I taught you,” Steve ordered, still holding your hair.

Your tongue traced along his length as Steve bobbed your head rhythmically. He was forcing you to relax your throat and take his friend’s cock deeper.

Eddie was a whimpering mess, his half-lidded eyes lingering on your beautiful body on your knees for him. Tears were welling in your eyes as you took him fully, your nose grazing his base. But despite the pain, you weren’t giving up.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he confessed.

Steve stopped you and glared at him. “Oh, you have?”

Eddie paled and smiled nervously as he lied, “Dreamed of a blowjob from anyone, n-not specifically from your girl, of course.”

You whined when Steve pulled you off his friend’s cock. “You heard that, baby? The only man I’ve allowed near you has dreamed of fucking what’s mine.”

“Steve—” you started.

“I’m not done talking,” he cut you off while kneeling behind you. His hand gripped your hips as he pressed his crotch to your ass. “Eddie’s been a good friend to me. I feel like we have a genuine bond.”

Eddie knelt in front of you and looked at Steve with pleading eyes. “I swear I wouldn’t have ever touched her without your permission, man. I respect both of you.”

Steve’s scowl morphed to a smirk. “I’m messing with you. Don’t cry. I’ve seen how you look at her… And at me. I imagined this would eventually happen.”

Eddie blushed and you looked back at Steve, confused as hell. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He suddenly slid into you, a grunt escaping his mouth. “Ah, fuck… You wanted a threesome; Ed wanted to fuck us. Figured it’d be my Christmas present for both.” He held your hair again and bent you until your lips grazed Eddie’s cock. “Keep giving him a good time, baby. Don’t disappoint me.”

Pleasure radiated through Eddie’s body as you hollowed your cheeks and took him deeply. His cock hit the back of your throat with each of Steve’s rough thrusts. With a hand on your hair, Steve’s left hand grasped his friend’s neck and pulled him to a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

It felt bitter that you could only hear their lips moving sinfully above you, but you were too cock drunk to complain.

Eddie’s fingers thread through Steve’s perfect hair. He had wanted to dishevel it since high school… although not exactly in this context.

Steve was an amazing kisser, his tongue winning a war against Eddie’s inside of his mouth. And down there, you were incredible at suppressing your reflexes and taking him completely.

Eddie understood now why you were always needing each other. If he had either of you, he would never leave his bed. But, well, what's better than having both at the same time?

Your boyfriend pulled back, smirking at his friend. “You’re being too gentle with her.”

Eddie was so focused on the intoxicating pleasure that he had stopped moving. He delicately placed his hands on your hair, hesitant about hurting you.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I know she looks fragile, but she likes it rough.” He gripped your hips until his fingers were undoubtedly leaving marks and gave you a sharp thrust. “You like being treated like a whore, don’t you?”

You moaned around Eddie’s cock, nodding as best as you could. Steve slapped your ass before pounding hard into you. “Use her mouth, man. When will you get another chance like this?”

Eddie tried to ignore your doe eyes staring up at him, held your ponytail firmly and guided himself deeper. He quickened his pace, the heat of your mouth making him whimper and grunt.

Steve controlled his rhythm until they were filling you at the same time, giving you less than a second to recover. He had fucked you enough times to feel when you were getting close to the end.

“Fuck, she clenches so good around me,” he groaned and spanked your ass. “You need to feel it, man.”

Eddie smirked. “You’d really let me?”

Steve nodded. “I have an idea… Pull out.”

They got off you at the same time, causing you to fall face forward to the floor. Eddie grimaced and quickly helped you up. “Sorry, sorry.”

But you smiled at him, panting. “I’m fine.”

Steve kissed your spine and turned you around. You quietly stared at each other, the same thought passing through your minds.

You paled but nodded. “I can take it.”

Eddie frowned, trying to read your minds, but it seemed to only be a couple’s ability.

Steve kissed your temple. “If it’s too much, say it. Tell him your safe word.”

“Pancake,” you said with fake seriousness.

After the three of you chuckled, Steve pushed him to lie on the floor with you straddling him. Eddie’s eyes widened as he remembered your conversation with Robin: you liked it raw.

He nervously rambled, “I’m clean, by the way. I know I should’ve said it before, but I did a test two months ago because my uncle’s ex-girlfriend is a nurse and—”

You covered his mouth. “We believe you. We’re clean too. Don’t worry.”

Steve kissed your shoulder as he looked down at Eddie. “And she’s on the pill, but if you want to use a cond—”

“No!” he yelled before clearing his throat awkwardly and whispering, “No, no. It’s fine.”

You sighed and grabbed his cock. After a few strokes, you sank into it. Used to Steve’s size, Eddie’s felt easy and painless. You leaned forward and placed your hands on his chest for support as you rode him.

Eddie exhaled shakily, trying to compose himself, and his thumbs caressed your moving hips. “You’re very tight… Feels great.”

You accelerated the pace and looked back at Steve, who was stroking himself slowly. “Baby, I need you too.”

Steve moved without hesitation. Eddie supposed your boyfriend would help with a kiss on your lips and rubs on your clit… but Steve knelt behind you, pressed a hand on your shoulder blades until your breasts were pressed against Eddie’s chest, and spat on your anus.

Holy shit… Eddie licked his lips. “Have you done this before?”

You shook your head, panting as you continued riding him. “I mean, I’ve t-taken him from behind, but n-never—”

“Two at the same time,” Steve completed for you. He spread his spit around you before pressing a thumb in. “She’ll take it like the good slut she is, though. Right, baby?”

You closed your eyes, shuddering from the feeling, and whispered. “Y-yes, Steve.”

Eddie tried to help by thrusting up into you, letting you rest against his chest, while Steve stretched you enough for his cock.

You kissed Eddie’s nose. “I’ll be fine. You worry too much.”

He knew he should be feeling like a winner; he was finally fulfilling his wish of being inside you. But the thought of you taking two cocks on both holes at the same time… especially with Steve’s rough treatment?

No, Eddie was sure you would snap in half.

He stroked your cheek and whispered, “If it hurts too much, I’ll stop. Let’s not force it, okay?”

Steve rolled his eyes at his sweet words. Eddie didn’t know you if he thought a bit of pain would stop you. “Are you forgetting she has begged me for a threesome for almost a year?”

Eddie glared at him. “Dude, I’m serious. I don’t wanna hurt her.”

Your boyfriend soothed your back as he pressed his tip against your back entrance, pushing inch by inch. You grasped Eddie’s shoulders, the burning running through you.

Steve stopped once he fully impaled you to let you adjust. He breathed shakily, trying to not let the tightness consume his control. “You okay, baby?”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to elaborate a coherent sentence. “M-move.”

Even if you had never felt such a tremendous pain, the dual sensation of fullness gave you a thrilling, unfathomable pleasure. You were stretched beyond what you had thought possible.

“Both,” you added. “Both move.”

Steve held your waist as he found a careful yet deep rhythm. Beneath you, Eddie placed his feet firmly on the floor to slowly thrust up into you, his arms around you while he kissed your neck.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so good, babe,” Eddie whispered, soothing your back.

Watching him act all sweet with you, the way a boyfriend should, struck a nerve inside Steve. He got hold of your ponytail and his pace picked up, making you gasp. “Such a whore. Bet you’d love a third cock down your throat.”

You moaned as he spanked your ass cheek and drove into you faster, pulling your hair viciously. “Oh, fuck! Just like that, Steve.”

Even though he was buried inside you, Eddie felt left out when you said your boyfriend’s name. It reminded him of the truth: Steve would have you again and again after tonight, while Eddie… he would go back to friend status.

Fuck it. Maybe Steve was right. When would Eddie get a chance like this with you again?

His hands lowered to grasp your hips and his thrusts became frantic. After a few minutes, Steve and Eddie synced up, one withdrawing as the other drove into you.

Your mind went blank from the overwhelming fullness. The soaking friction, the whiny moans, the deep grunts, and the slapping of skin filled the quiet night.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you couldn’t stop moaning. Your body was gripping their throbbing cocks like a vice.

Steve groaned as one of his hands held your neck. “I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna remind you who owns you, baby.”

Eddie saw red. He leaned down to kiss and bite your breasts, determined to leave hickeys. Your pussy fluttered around him, your orgasm close.

Their pace increased impossibly harder. Possessive, frantic, rough, and ruthless.

You were bouncing between them, completely filled with each movement. Their hands gripped everywhere; their mouths attacked wherever they could reach. You were being thoroughly consumed by them.

Each thrust was sending a sharp lightning right to your clit. Your thighs started to shake from the mix of pain and satisfaction.

“I’m close,” you whined.

Eddie smirked, sweat running down his forehead. “I can feel it.”

Steve huffed at his words, but pleasing you was his main mission. His hand dropped to your front, his fingers finding your clit. “Come around him, baby.”

The new stimulation blurred your vision as your orgasm tore your body. “Steve! Eddie! Fuck!”

They groaned at the clenching feeling of your release. The unbearable pressure brought them close too.

Steve finished first, buried to the hilt as he emptied himself inside your tightest hole. But as the high lowered, he realized he had forgotten another limit. “Shit, wait, Eddie don’t come inside—”

Eddie came with a groan, spilling all his cum inside you. You went rigid, but not from the white waves warming you. Steve pulled his softening cock off you, lifted you out of Eddie and delicately laid you on the couch.

You looked worriedly at Eddie, who was still sprawled on the floor, clueless of the rage in your boyfriend’s eyes. “Steve, dont—”

“I’ll fucking kill you, Munson.”

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a/n: omg thank u for the 5k notes on dustin's sister! what the helly?! i love u guys. here is the promised steve x reader x eddie threesome. i kinda want a part 2...

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