AN: This is a follow up to Friday Nights (though written to be read alone)

Ao3 link for convenience

I received so many Poly! suggestions from some sweet anons hoping Steve could overcome his jealousy (and other issues)! Thank you all so much for the support and ideas you send!

I write on mobile so please excuse any weird formatting, typos, or punctuation mistakes ♡ - Nyra

Dividers by @pixopix and @hereindreamlandpng

STRANGER THINGS MASTERLIST

The cracks of dawn began to seep through the skylight above the bed, waking you with a warm greeting as you attempted to open your eyes from a rather comfortable sleep. 

The sun was simply one of many reasons you had grown so fond of the mornings you spent in Steve’s bed. The other three reasons, ironically, were also here in this bed. 

At least some of them. 

You rolled over from your back to your right side, hoping to see a pile of messy brunette curls lying next to you. 

As per usual, Nancy was the first to wake up this morning. You’d grown far too used to her side of the bed being vacant beside you, your foot unconsciously reaching to wrap around her ankle, only to be met with the chilled sheets from a body long gone.  

Even more disappointing was Jonathan's absence, who usually kept your body warm beside him once Nancy left. You had no doubt he most certainly followed Nancy out of bed this morning, not wanting to miss out on whatever she was getting up to. 

Even within the new dynamics of your exciting relationship opportunity (as Nancy happily called it), some things never seemed to change. 

Steve had happily taken the job of holding you last night, his large arm resting across your back, holding you to his chest. His fingers rested gently within your hair. Steve’s loud snoring suggested the morning light would have any effect on waking him up anytime soon. 

“You awake, Steve?” You mumbled against his chest. 

Silence. 

“Honey,” you tried again. 

Steve grunted. 

“It’s almost 10. We have to get up sometime.” 

Steve exhales loudly, mumbling a quick, “Sure, baby. Be right there,” before releasing you from his grip to instead…roll over again. 

He pulled the navy sheets over his face to block any potential sun, and snores escaped almost immediately. 

“Typical,” you shook your head, climbing up and out of Steve’s bed. 

Your hand reached into one of many (hopefully clean) laundry piles infesting Steve’s bedroom floor before pulling out a pair of briefs and an oversized Chicago Cubs t-shirt. That would do. 

You quickly made your way down the hall of the Harrington’s House, quickly descending the staircase to make your way towards the kitchen, desperate for coffee. 

Nancy’s singing could be heard echoing loudly from the kitchen before you entered. 

“Do you want to ‘dance with somebody’?” You leaned in the doorframe, enjoying her feeble attempt at impersonating Whitney Houston. 

“I wanna feel the heat with somebody! Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody.”  She sang, her voice off-key compared to what was coming from the kitchen stereo. 

You walked in as Nancy wrapped her arms around your neck, swaying and grooving to the beat.

 “With somebody who loves me!” You chimed in this time for a short duet before the song ended. 

Nancy smiled lovingly before leaning in and catching your lips in a sweet kiss. 

You kissed her back, the moment turning heated as she slipped her tongue into your mouth. Nancy pushed you against the countertop, her hand settling on your hips before pulling away.

Nancy sighed softly in content.“Good morning to you, too, sweetie.” 

“You’re brave for kissing me with my morning breath,” you smiled.

Nancy shook her head, “I always will. It’s how you know I really love you.” She gestured to the coffee pot. “That and the fact I already brewed you a pot of coffee so we don’t have to deal with your morning grumpies”. 

“Steve’s the grumpy one. I’m just bratty all the time.” 

Nancy reached for the stereo's volume knob and turned it down. “Don’t we know it, Princess.”

You happily poured yourself some coffee, musing on the thoughtfulness that Nancy had also taken the time to pre-pour your creamer inside a coffee cup that had been waiting for you.

Even on days like this, when none of you had plans or anyone to impress, Nancy had always taken the time to make things perfect. Your mornings and her makeup, included. 

You made your way towards Nancy, who was dumping flour and eggs into a bowl. You hoped she was making pancakes. Nancy Wheeler made the best pancakes. 

“Jonathan and I figured we’d make food for all of us. It’s going to go bad in Steve’s fridge if his parents are gone for the month. Lord knows that man can’t cook anything beyond a Hot Pocket.”

You nodded in agreement.“Very smart… are you-“

“Yes, I’m making you pancakes.” Nancy snorted. 

“And Jonathan is where?”

“Melvald’s. Steve’s pantry doesn’t have syrup, which conveniently puts you on bacon and egg duty until Jonathan gets back.” Nancy gestured to a skillet sitting on the stove. 

“Lucky me,” you joked, making your way to your assigned task as Nancy began whisking her own ingredients. 

You really were lucky, though, weren’t you? Mornings like this were essentially Heaven. Here you were, in a multi-million dollar house, having a pretty girl make you pancakes and two men who desire nothing more than to bring you pleasure on a nightly basis. 

You certainly weren’t sure if you deserved such luck; it all just… happened.

On the other hand, you definitely deserved to reap the benefits that came with working through Steve’s jealousy issues. Through lots of late-night talks, you and your boyfriend had come to the conclusion that practice makes perfect. 

So one movie night had quickly turned into a kinky sex free-for-all in Nancy’s bedroom. And then it happened again in Steve’s car. Maybe even at the Squawk station, if you remembered correctly. 

Steve had been quite strict on how Nancy and Jonathan could touch you back then, but he’d continued to improve with much love and acceptance to the point he officially agreed to join the quad-relationship Nancy and Jonathan had proposed to both of you. 

Thank God he’d said yes. 

You heard the sound of heavy footsteps trodding down the staircase as Steve waddled into the kitchen. 

“Mornin’, Nance,” Steve yawned, kissing Nancy’s cheek before shuffling his way over to you. 

Steve delivered a smack on your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. “And an extra good mornin’ to you, sunshine.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, his hair amuck. Steve’s chest was bare yet again, as he seemed to refuse to wear a shirt whenever he was home. 

He also seemed determined not bother fixing the very obvious morning wood greeting your gaze through his boxers. 

“You have to stop playing favorites, honey,” you lectured Steve. 

“Trust me, I had enough of him in me last night. I prefer Steve in micro doses.” Nancy teased, pouring batter into the pan. 

“There ain’t nothing micro about me,” Steve smirked proudly, wrapping his arms around you. “What are my girls whipping us up this morning?” 

“I’m on pancakes. Princess over there is in charge of eggs and bacon.” Nancy said.

“Ah, a true feast. God always said ‘rest and be plentiful’ on Sundays, or somethin’ like that.” Steve opened the fridge, head buried inside. “Where’s Jonny Boy?”

“You don’t have any syrup here. He took your car to the store,” Nancy replied. 

“Explains why my wallet’s missing,” Steve chuckled, swinging back the carton of orange juice he’d found. 

Nancy smacked his hand with the spatula. “Gross! If we’re spending the next few weeks here, you have to learn not be a total pig.”

“Being bossed around in my own damn house, now,” Steve huffed in annoyance, following Nancy’s request and putting the carton back in the fridge

Steve made his way from the fridge to the dining room table. A small tv was shoved into the corner of the kitchen, allowing Steve to flip on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles while he waited for breakfast. 

“He’s always been a child stuck in a man’s body,” Nancy rolled her eyes, flipping the first batch of pancakes. 

“Yeah,” you smiled, “He’s done this every weekend morning since we’ve been dating, and probably long before that too.”

“And he always will,” Nancy said.

The echo of the front doorbell rang through the Harrington Home. 

“Delivery boy’s back!” Steve clapped loudly, leaping from his chair before sliding smoothly on his socks down the hall to open the front door. 

Jonathan entered, his hands full of a rather large Melvard’s bag. 

“Hey. Look at this. I couldn’t figure out what syrup the girls like, so I bought all three. Blueberry, sugar-free, and original maple.” Jonathan beamed, very pleased with himself. 

“Should’ve just bought the whole damn tree while you were at it.” Steve began taking the bag from Jonathan. 

Jonathan reached into his back pocket, pulling out Steve’s keys and wallet.“Sorry, dude. Everything is back at my spot. Hope you don’t mind.” 

Steve had truly come so far in practicing sharing to address his possessiveness. He didn’t even bother attempting a rude comment about Jonathan stealing his cash (or the women he dated). 

“Nah. You’re good. Thanks for grabbing the stuff. The girls would’ve woken me up to go, otherwise.” Steve offered instead, flashing his usual charming smile. 

Both of their hands touched for a brief moment as Steve reached for his things. Jonathan didn’t move his hand away, wanting to keep the rare moment he was in, able to touch Steve’s skin in the hopes Steve wouldn’t immediately recoil. 

Steve’s gaze darted to the floor, searching for anything interesting in the tile pattern while the flush of embarrassment drained from his cheeks. He pulled away, only to slip his things into the bag. 

Even with all Steve’s progress in this new relationship, his proximity to Jonathan always seemed to be a source of tension that neither Steve nor Jonathan felt comfortable addressing. 

“We’ve had sex next to each other, man. We sleep in the same bed. You gotta get over the whole touching thing eventually,” Jonathan said. 

“Right, yeah. Sorry. Just-… feelings,” Steve tried to explain, failing miserably. 

Jonathan smiled. “We’ll work on it.”

Both men made their way into the kitchen. Jonathan dropped a kiss to Nancy’s lips before doing the same to yours. 

“Good morning; did you sleep well?” Jonathan asked you, watching as you flipped over some bacon at your station. 

“I sure did. Can you believe Nance is making us her famous pancakes?” you smiled, gesturing to Nancy beside her pan as well. 

“That’s funny. I thought I requested waffles,” Jonathan chuckled, knowing very well you and Nancy always got your way. He began unpacking the syrups, laying them on the countertop.  

“No way! You bought blueberry syrup? That’s my favorite,” you said. 

Nancy glanced over at the offerings Jonathan brought. “And he remembered no sugar for me. Our hero.” 

“Unbelievable.” Steve reached around you to steal a strip of bacon from your pan. “The man never has any clue what’s going on. He just fumbles his way into your good graces, I swear.” 

“He’s thoughtful,” Nancy corrected. 

“Yeah, so am I, but if I had spent $20 on syrup, I’d get reprimanded.” 

“You both have different strengths,” you smirked, Steve now wrapping his arms around you in an attempt to sneak another slice of bacon. 

“Wait a damn second…” Steve paused, hands now around your waist. He began yanking your shirt up to reveal the black Hanes briefs you were wearing underneath. “These are Jonathan’s!”

“Yes… Good eye?” You said, clearly confused what he was talking about. 

“Nuh uh. I thought I agreed to do this four-way couple shit on the grounds that some things were totally off limits?”

“I thought you got off on all of us being together?” 

“I mean, yeah, but sex is way different than wearing another guy’s underwear. It’s too intimate…” Steve huffed, not willing to be seen as the unreasonable one here. 

You couldn’t help but sigh, as Steve’s jealousy always came and went in waves. “Nancy wears my underwear,r and you don’t care.”

“I don’t care what Nancy does! You’re my girlfriend!”

Nancy chimed in beside both of you. “Steve, we are all each other’s special someone. You wanted this, too, remember? You have to tone down your jealousy if you want things to work. You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.”

“The hell I can! I’m not jealous. I just hate feeling like a damn cuck all the time.” 

“You’re not a cuck, Steve. Cucks don’t get involved for love. It’s a big perk of why we do this. She didn’t get mad when we did it last night.” Nancy gestured her spatula to you, “I don’t mind that she’s wearing Jonathan’s underwear. You certainly enjoy watching us girls get it on. This is a good thing.”

“It is a good thing…” Steve resigned in frustration, making his way back to the chair at the dining table with a perfect view of his Sunday morning cartoons. He knew Nancy was right, but god forbid he’d apologize and give her such satisfaction. 

You supposed you couldn’t blame Steve completely for the way he handled his jealousy. A lonely child from a very well-off, seemingly ultra-conservative family would most certainly have his struggles when it came to this alternative way of life. Still, there were two specific problems that consistently circled Steve’s ability to fully connect. 

And they both revolve around Jonathan. 

Steve’s first issue was his inability to let Jonathan get too close to you. He tried to hide it, but the constant huffs and ‘necessary interruptions’ when you and Jonathan would be alone were perhaps the biggest indicator. 

His jealousy seemed to resolve only around Nancy, whom Steve had reasoned in his head was simply a fun addition to explore his desires. Nancy was not a direct male replacement within the relationship, as Steve imagined Jonathan was. 

The second Jonathan problem was that you had rarely seen Jonathan and Steve alone, willingly.

If they were alone together, it was always coincidental. You could tell Jonathan eagerly wanted to make Steve feel comfortable around him. Jonathan started keeping track of the Cubs games, happily watched Steve’s shitty movie suggestions on date nights, and started volunteering to run any errand that would otherwise drag Steve away from his morning beauty sleep.

“… actually,” you started, “I’ve been meaning to mention, I don’t think I have ever seen Steve with Jonathan intimately.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“No no, I’m totally right! You’ve obviously been with Nancy, but I have never seen you even touch Jonathan.” You looked over to Steve. 

“We just touched hands like, two minutes ago. Sorry you missed the show, ladies,” He countered (if you could even call what had actually occurred proper touching).  

“Yeah, but you’ve never kissed,” you said.

“-or fucked.” Nancy added. 

“Look.” Steve sat up at the table, rubbing his face in exasperation. “I’m brand new to this whole…” he waved his hand around, “dynamic. Just because I don’t want Jonathan to put his dick in me every time we all hang out together doesn’t mean that I don’t like the guy, alright?!”

“Oh please, you’re the horniest person I know.” Jonathan snorted, a cheeky smirk on his face. He made his way to the dining table, setting it with Mrs. Harrington’s expensive china. “Just say you have an issue with the idea of men fucking each other.”

You knew the way Jonathan said the words was only meant to be a failed attempt at being funny, but there was no other logical way for Steve to take the comment than to be deeply offended. 

“Excuse me???” Steve asked, his voice dropping low. Steve was almost certain Jonathan had to have misspoken. “Are you implying I’m, what, homophobic or somethin’?”

Nancy immediately turned back to the stove, cranking up the heat to cook the remaining pancakes faster. You also turned back to your own pan, pretending the tension wasn’t slowly climbing between the two men. 

“Jesus Christ, man. You’re not all that innocent.” Jonathan snorted, willing to meet Steve’s hostility. “I mean, do you really want to go there?”

“Yeah, I wanna go there. What in the actual fuck are you talking about?” 

Jonathan rolled his eyes at Steve’s ignorance. “Don’t act like you don’t remember the kind of assholes you used to hang out with back at Hawkins High... I have a very vivid memory of you calling me a ‘queer’ as an insult. Even more recently, how could I possibly forget the fact you didn’t even bother saying a damn word of support during Will’s coming out speech?!”

Steve was clearly shaken, speechless, not expecting such accusations. 

Jonathan took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady, although the words that followed tumbled out of his mouth rather brazenly. 

“Truthfully, I doubt you’re even fine with your best friend being a lesbian. I mean- Robin only told you about her sexuality under the influence of some truth-serum bullshit. You two were so trauma-bonded by Russian-Scoops Ahoy madness that when you finally sobered up, you didn’t have the balls to tell Robin how you truly disapproved of her sexuality! How it went against your golden-boy American values. Or maybe, you were actually so lonely that you did change your fucked up views, only for the chance that someone would actually want you as a friend!”

Jonathan paused, speaking somewhat slower now.

“Yet, till this day, you still don’t see Robin as a woman who dates other women. You gaslight yourself into believing she’s just ‘one of the guys’. I have never seen you treat her with the same ounce of chivalry you give any other girl. All of this, because you refuse to accept people for who they truly are, including yourself!”

“Here we go,” you mumbled, taking your pan off the stove. It was very obvious that both men had sore spots toward each other, and it just had to ruin such a beautiful Sunday morning. 

Steve stood from the table and made his way towards Jonathan. 

“I’m honestly disgusted you’d think I’m some sort of goddamn bigot like the rest of Hawkins!” Steve shot back. “New flash, Byers; people change! It’s called growing up. You should try it sometime.”

Jonathan sighed, seeming to realize that he had pushed Steve way too hard. “Look, I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t give me that crap. You meant every word you said! Would a bigot play wingman to help Robin get dates with Vicky? Oh, and you wanna know why I didn’t say shit to Will? Because I was giving your brother room to be heard, you idiot! Vecna was trying to silence his truth; it wasn’t my place to speak!” 

Nancy left her spot on the stove, attempting to intervene. “Steve, I don’t think Jonathan-”

Steve ignored Nancy. “And if you want to play dirty and bring up high school bullshit again, how about I tell Princess over there about the time you were peeping through Nancy’s window and taking pictures of us fucking without our consent; developing her nude photos in the goddamn school darkroom like some perverted creep!!”

You raised an eyebrow, unaware of what Steve was talking about.

After over a decade of friendship, Nancy had managed to keep only a handful of secrets from you, most concerning high school drama that you didn’t have the opportunity to indulge in, being sent to Catholic school instead of Hawkins High. 

You’d put a pin in that story for a later time. 

Jonathan moved away from the table, retreating to the kitchen near you and Nancy.

“Stop avoiding the subject, dude. You say you’re fine with other people being gay, but the moment someone questions if you’re even slightly attracted to men, you get so defensive you can’t even think straight! You’re beyond close-minded.”

Ah. So that’s what this was about - Jonathan felt unwanted. 

“I allow my girlfriend to sleep with another woman and a different man at the same time; That sounds pretty damn open-minded to me!” Steve shot back.

“She’s our girlfriend. You were pretty eager to enter this relationship, too, which includes me, a man! So what, you must find me attractive then.” Jonathan asked, desperate for confirmation. “You can’t be dating me, then turn around and pretend like you’ve never wanted me even slightly. I sleep in your bed.  I wear your clothes. I see you naked every day… when will you start treating me like your boyfriend and not some side piece?”

The question made Steve pause for a moment. He was caught in a corner between admitting the feelings he’d been too ashamed to deal with or making a complete fool of himself with inadequate arguments. 

“Yes. Sure, Byers. Is that what this is about? Then I’ll say it; I find some of your qualities attractive. Happy?” 

“You’re ridiculous. You still can’t fully admit that fact that you’re attracted to me, even in a relationship. I’ve seen you jerk off to me while I shower and-“ 

The fire alarm rang loudly through the home, beeps bouncing off the kitchen marble. 

Everyone turned to the steady stream of smoke rising from Nancy’s pan, which she had left unattended in the intensity of the conversation.

“Shit! Sorry!” Nancy ran over, taking the pan from the stove, wafting the smoke away from her face. 

Steve turned to Jonathan.

“Bringing up Robin was a low blow, man,” Steve said over the loud beeps, grabbing a dining room chair and making his way to the nearest smoke detector located in the tall vaulted ceiling. 

You opened the kitchen window, hoping the fresh air would detox the room.  

“It’s okay, Nance.” You assured her, Nancy looking disappointed at the black pucks her pancakes had turned into. “They’re still edible. Just a bit crispy. That’s how they do it in Sweden.” 

Steve reached for the fire alarm in the ceiling and found the off button. “Thank god I’m tall, eh?”

The kitchen suddenly fell quiet. 

The tension was almost suffocating, along with the remaining smoke still lingering in the air that tickled your nose. The only sound remaining was the obnoxious cartoon noises from the tv. 

“Imma go wash up,” Jonathan muttered, excusing himself to the bathroom with his head low. 

You turned back towards you now done simmering eggs and bacon, grabbing the tongs to help plate them for everyone at the table. Nancy caught the slight tremor as you went plated the food, but Steve moved to you first. 

“Oh, Princess. I know you hate fighting. And then the fire alarm startled everyone...I’m so sorry.” Steve immediately pulled you against his chest.

“I’m fine,” you said, though you’d always been admittedly quite sensitive. 

“They’re two loud idiots, babe. Don’t let their nonsense ruin your Sunday.” Nancy reached for your free hand, giving it a soft squeeze before bringing her plate of pancakes to the table. 

Steve placed a kiss on your forehead. 

Nancy looked to Steve. “Be of use and heat the syrups, please?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve nodded, doing as told.

As the four of you sat at the table, things seemed to ease a bit. 

Granted, Jonathan barely looked at Steve across the table, but polite conversation about this week’s plans was relaxing. One thing about Steve was his ability to make things better. 

“I gotta say, these pancakes ain’t so bad, Nance. I kinda like the char you’ve got on this one. Extra flavor.” Steve said, stuffing another bite in his mouth. 

 “Thanks. It was totally on purpose.” Nancy laughed beside you. 

“I think the fire alarm woke me up more than the coffee. We should use it more,” Jonathan chimed in, bringing soft laughs from you all. 

Jonathan’s hand reached for yours, giving it a squeeze. He rested his fork down, reaching for Nancy’s hand as well. 

Steve was far too occupied with his food to return the favor. “I drenched mine in butter and syrup. It seems to help.”

Jonathan nodded towards the maple syrup, “Do you mind passing that to me, sweetie?”

Your hand reached to grab the handle, pulling and lifting it towards you. 

“WAIT! DON’T-“ Steve shouted, but it was too late. 

The plastic handle had been loosened, causing the lid to suddenly slip off the syrup bottle. Before you could react, the syrup spilled out onto your lap in a dramatic pour. 

The hot sting of the syrup, combined with its thick stickiness, was a sensory nightmare. Your thighs, underwear, and shirt were completely soaked and sticking to your skin. 

God, some of the syrup had even found its way into your hair. 

The whole table sat in shock for a moment.

Nancy stood without a word, running towards the kitchen for towels. Jonathan was next, immediately launching himself to your side. “Hey, love. You’re okay, it didn’t burn you anywhere, did it?”

Steve slammed his head directly on the table, groaning. “Fuck! You weren’t supposed to pick it up, Princess. You and I like blueberry syrup, Nancy likes sugar-free, only Jonathan eats maple…” 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jonathan glared at Steve.  “You plotted to cover me in maple syrup? What the hell is wrong with you, man?!” 

“Oh, c’mon. It would’ve been a lot more fun if it happened to you! Harmless revenge for the shit you pulled earlier. I put the bottle close enough to where you should’ve reached for it yourself. Look at what you did to my girlfriend-”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, SHE IS OUR GIRLFRIEND! O-U-R, OURS!” Jonathan yelled back. 

You couldn’t help the small noises caught in your throat, tears beginning to gather in the corner of your sweet eyes. 

“Oh, god. I can’t deal with crying women. NANCY!” Jonathan shouted, still holding your sticky hand. Steve reached for your other hand, and you immediately pulled back in frustration. 

“Get out of the way!” Nancy pushed Jonathan aside, immediately pressing a damp cloth to the area of your inner thigh where the hot syrup had scalded the most. 

Nancy inspected the rest of your leg, still holding the cloth against you. She then examined your arms next for any additional burn marks. The redness started to swell under the layer of syrup covering your skin. 

“C’mon, babe. Let’s get you cleaned up,” Nancy helped you stand; motherly mode activated whenever you or any of the guys were hurt. 

Both men stood to follow. 

“SIT DOWN, SHUT UP, FIGURE YOURSELVES OUT! God, you’re both so stupid sometimes,” Nancy shouted, guiding you towards Steve’s bathroom alone.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You didn’t want to cry, but it was always within your nature to let your emotions flow before you could really stop them.

Here you were in Steve’s bathroom as Nancy tended to you - absolutely humiliated. Your clothes were ruined, since no amount of laundry detergent could remove the thick syrup that had dried down to a sticky amber. Your thighs had been slightly burnt, and the overwhelming smell of sickly-sweet maple was starting to give you a real headache.

Of course, your boyfriends couldn’t seem to handle one serious conversation without it turning into some kind of immature competition. 

“I do not know why they had to go ahead and ruin a perfectly good morning. Don’t worry, we will get it all cleaned up,” Nancy spoke softly.

“It’s in my hair,” You sniffled. You would be very much lying if you pretended that potentially cutting your locks wasn’t one of your top concerns. 

“I know, babe, but remember when I helped get that big wad of bubblegum out of Holly’s hair a while back? This is going to be so much easier.”

Tears fell down your blushed cheeks. Nancy reached for them, softly brushing them away as if they’d never happened. 

Nancy began guiding you to the edge of the bathtub, gesturing for you to sit there. She reached for some baby wipes left on the toilet, then sat down on the bathmat below you.  

“Steve is right, though, it would’ve been a lot funnier if this had happened to Jonathan,” she smiled, trying to distract you from the stinging as she attempted to wipe the dried syrup off your thigh. “He definitely was more deserving of it, that’s for sure.”

“I-ouch-am really confused what went on back there.”

“See,” Nancy began, “men always take after their dads when they fight. Steve probably watched Mr. Harrington use the classic deny and deflect technique against Mrs. Harrington growing up, while Lonnie was definitely the 'attack until it’s dead’ type of guy, at least from what Jonathan says. The syrup fiasco is Steve’s idiotic attempt to gain an upper hand over the situation; very idiotic at that.”

“They’re like their dads, but you’re just like your mom,” you teased her. 

“Yeah, well, my mom is actually cool,” Nancy snorted. “Karen Wheeler could kick both Mr. Harrington and Mr. Byers' asses anyday of the week.”

You winced in pain as the baby wipes began to feel sharper with each pass over the new burns. You sucked in some air, trying to do your best to stop crying. 

“I know, sweetheart. Almost done.” Nancy just looked up at you from the floor, studying your face while she pulled out a fresh wipe for the other thigh. “If it helps, you’re a really pretty crier.” 

You laughed, somehow bringing more tears to the surface. “You’re just saying that, baby.” 

“Nope. The tears make your eyes all big and wide.”

“Just like yours?” you asked. 

“Yep, just like mine. Except my mascara runs like a raccoon when I cry. You lucked out with never needing much makeup. You’re  most beautiful like this.” Nancy shrugged, continuing to clean your skin.

“It’s true, she is a pretty crier. One of her many hidden talents,” Steve whispered to Jonathan. 

The two men had taken posts outside the bathroom door, able to see only what was happening inside thanks to the few inches the door had been left open.

“Do you ever shut up? You’re the reason our baby is crying.” Jonathan rolled his eyes. 

“No! If you hadn’t called me a goddamn bigot just to push my buttons into admitting I care about you, I wouldn’t have set up this whole thing to begin with,” Steve spoke lowly.

Jonathan shook his head, leaning against the wall. “So your syrup-bomb is somehow my fault now?”

“Oh, shut up, dude. I’m tryin’ to eavesdrop here.” Steve turned, pushing himself closer to the door to get a decent glimpse of what was unfolding in private between his girlfriends.

“So you really think I’m pretty like this?” You teased Nancy, sniffling as wiping the embarrassing snot that had accumulated from your nose.

“I really do. In fact, if you weren’t covered in syrup, I’d be showing you how attractive I find you right now.”

“Why let that stop you? I mean, I know I’m not covered in the sugar-free kind of syrup, but you can cheat on your diet a little bit, right?” you sniffled again, knowing that adding a soft pout would probably push her over the edge. 

Nancy didn’t need to hear anymore flirting, leaning in to lick a long stripe of sticky sweetness up your inner thigh until she reached the briefs you wore. You always got your way.

“Mmm.” You leaned back, gripping the bathtub as you closed your eyes. The wetness of her tongue soothed the lingering burn on your skin.

“May I, Princess?” Nancy asked, looking up at you from between your thighs. 

You nodded. 

Nancy yanked your brief down your thighs, trying her best to avoid them getting caught in any syrup. She couldn’t help but snort, biting her lip as she gently ran her finger over your glistening pussy.

“You’re already excited for me. Do you always get this turned on when you cry or what?”

“I guess…” You shrugged. You didn’t necessarily get turned on by crying, but the fact that she found you hot at your most vulnerable was definitely a contributing factor.

“Naughty girl,” Nancy chuckled, pushing her face up to your pussy. 

Her tongue slipped out of her mouth, softly tracing through your sensitive folds. Tears still trailed down your face, now not of stress, but of pleasure. Maybe even a bit of embarrassment from the fact that Nancy had always managed to make you melt in her mouth just from a simple flick of her tongue brushing patiently against your clit.

“I honestly can’t tell where the syrup ends, and your own sweetness begins,” Nancy mumbled against your wetness, her tongue continuing to taste the most intimate parts within you.

You reached down, lacing your fingers through her curls and moving them out of her face - a polite gesture on your part. Nancy, in turn, pushed your thighs wider to allow her more room between them. 

“Oh. Looks like you still have some syrup right… Here…” she muttered into your cunt, pushing her tongue inside of you in a way that you so desperately needed.

Her tongue made its way inside, making sure to caress against every velvet surface of your needy pussy had to offer her. Nancy's lips remained suctioned to your heat, her teeth brushing against your clit as you attempted to maintain a semblance of control, which was becoming extremely hard to do. 

“Fuck,” you whined sweetly, “I hate how you’re so damn good at this, baby.”

Nancy pulled back momentarily, wide eyes looking up at you with greed. You could see your wetness glossing her lips. 

“I have to make you feel better somehow, right? Can’t have my girl crying all morning.” She returned to your pussy again, but her eyes didn’t leave yours, continuing to watch you spiral into sweet pleasure. Nancy flattened her tongue within you, stretching your hole out even further and allowing her to push herself in more easily.

You couldn’t help but pull on her hair, pushing Nancy's pretty face deeper into your soaked cunt. Your other hand was pawing at your tit still within the confines of your t-shirt, needing any extra stimulation you could handle. 

“Good girl. Fuck my face,” Nancy encouraged, pulling your ass slightly forward so you could lean further back on the bathtub. You didn’t have to be told twice, bucking your hips and bearing down onto her.

The two of you moaned in pleasure, Nancy’s vocals adding an extra layer of vibrations to your clit that made you weak in all the best ways.

Jonathan was entirely way turned on by the scene between you and Nancy happening in front of him.

It was also apparent that Steve shared in the sentiment. “Dude, I can feel your hard-on pressed against my ass."

“Okay, so now it’s an issue, huh?” Steve scoffed, not leaving his spot pressed up against Jonathan’s back. 

Jonathan had lucked out with the spot closer to the door where they both could watch, and he’d be damned if he missed out on his girlfriends getting it on because of some idiot like Jonny Boy. 

Being close to Jonathan was a necessity; at least that’s what Steve told himself, until his hand reached in front of Jonathan’s waist, grasping for Jonathan’s crotch still inside his jeans.

“Shh. Tryin’ to watch.” Steve said into Jonathan’s ear

Jonathan couldn’t help the small ‘yip’ of shock that escaped, clearly surprised by Steve’s sudden confidence in touching his body. 

“You’re rock hard, too,” Steve said. “Of course you are. Is it from me being so close or-“

“It’s because our girlfriends are going to fuck. Why? You gonna do something about it?” Jonathan whispered back. 

He couldn’t see Steve’s expression from behind him, but he had no doubt there was conflict within the man's eyes. Jonathan could definitely feel it in the way Steve stood momentarily in contemplation, Steve’s cock pulsing against his ass. 

Steve said nothing, not taking the bait. 

Steve instead took a moment to wrap his hand around the hard outline of Jonathan’s hard cock, Steve’s breath seeming to catch in his throat.

Jonathan pretended not to notice the slight nervousness Steve exuded before he pulled his hand away from Jonathan’s crotch. 

Steve took a step back altogether. 

“I’m not that turned on by you or anything. Just…” He gestured to you and Nancy continuing your foreplay in the bathroom, deflecting any further accusations for the time being.

Nancy had reduced you to a whimpering mess of tears and slick within minutes, her tongue now licking your clit in a steady rhythm that made your thighs shake, Up, up, up - she continued her strokes so that the tip of her tongue pressed firmly against your clit, followed by a flick of pleasure before trailing back down to your hole and back up again.

“Shit, Nance. I’m going to-” you stuttered. 

Nancy immediately pulled back when you needed her most, “Can’t let you have all the fun now.”

“Wait, huh?”

“Come sit on the floor. It’ll help you open your legs a bit more.” Nancy stood up, eagerly taking off her blue jeans, her lace pastel panties coming down with them.

You did as told, moving yourself from the edge of the tub down onto the tile, legs open to in a straddle position, your pussy eager for what was to come next.  

Nancy sat herself down across from you, spreading her legs in welcome for your pussy. You could see her flushed cunt beneath her bush, already wet with arousal from teasing your prior.

“Come here, babygirl.” She commanded. 

You scooched your naked ass against the floor towards her, throwing your right leg over her right hip until you were in a proper position. 

Nancy did the same, both of your soaked cunts close enough to finally touch. The warmth of her pushed so close to you sent a thrill of goosebumps through your body.

“I dream about this, you know,” you breathed, thinking of the many wet dreams you had.

“And sometimes I moan your name instead of Steve’s or Jonathan’s when were together. Guess we both have our head in the clouds.”

You began moving your hips, eager to have any sort of friction against her wet cunt, your inner lips easily slipping between Nancy’s own slit. The sound of your moans fill the air, and you hole feels a soft ache at the sweetness of her voice. Nancy started to push herself down and against your pussy, heatedly massaging her way into pleasure against you. 

Sinful moans escaped from your mouths, followed by soft sniffles before Nancy pushed more weight onto you clit against her own, sweaty foreheads touching before gracefully catching your lips as if she’d been starved from proper affection. You could hear teeth clicking from the constant humping, refusing to part in any form from each other.

You clit started to become sore, now red from your desperate grinding and still recovering from Nancy’s previous orgasm denial while eating you out.

You were close; so close. 

Usually you’d take as many orgasms as her cunt would give you, but you could tell Nancy was in the mood to dominate you this morning. She rarely had any say over her own life, but Nancy often got off just to being able to control the situation between you two.

Either way, whenever you and Nancy fucked, you never needed to ask for permission to come. She already knew your body as if she had already lived within it. 

“Yes, hun. Come for me,” Nancy commanded, tribing faster against you in an attempt to match your surfacing orgasm. 

You couldn’t help herself, shivers flowing down your spine as you finally found the spot where her clit hit yours with the absolutely perfect amount of pressure and warmth, allowing you to focus just enough on the tension for it to finally release into a numbing bliss throughout your body. 

“Fuck, babe. Fuck, fuck-...” Your nerves were softly buzzing, muscles contracting as you peaked. Nancy didn’t slow down her pace, fucking against you even rougher now

Her gaze continued to search your eyes as she worked her cunt into yours, her breath quickening until she too finally released into her orgasm, “Ohhhhh my god. Shit, shit, shit. Yes, yes.”

The comedown from your first orgasm of the morning left you feeling a familiar fuzziness, allowing the tension to flow within you and out your extremities. 

You couldn’t help involuntarily letting out a few giggles as your mind settled back into your body. Nancy finally started to slow down her grinding, exhaling loudly. A shiver of over-stimulation jolted you upright from the slouched position on against the tub.

“More?” you asked, hopeful she’d want to keep going. You already knew the answer as Nancy nodded. 

“Yeah. Just a second,” she chuckled, her cheeks flushed red from excursion, trying to catch her breath before pushing her cunt back to yours.

“God, they’re so fucking hot,” Jonathan whispered to Steve.

Steve had stood behind Jonathan, close but no longer quite touching. Steve continued to stroke his large cock within his hand. “I can barely see them through the door, damn it,” He huffed in frustration.

“Want my help?” Jonathan offered, his blue eyes glancing down to Steve’s length.

“No, thank you! Turn around.” Steve shook his head, still attempting to stroke himself off.

Jonathan couldn’t help but continuing to glance back over his shoulder at Steve jerking himself off before settling back onto the view of you and Nancy scissoring on the bathroom floor once more. 

Sure, He’d seen Steve’s cock dozens-, no, hundreds of times by now, but the absurd length that the man walked with between his legs on a daily basis was still a sight behold for Jonathan after all this time.

“You touched my dick earlier. Like, full on grasped it.” Jonathan noted, not looking away from you two.

“Moment of weakness; was just horny. Don’t get ego goin’,” Steve answered, trying to get a good shot of you and Nancy over Jonathan’s head through the crack in the door. He continued stroking himself once more.

“You were curious,” Jonathan corrected. “Steve, you can touch me whenever you want, you know? You and I, we’re in a relationship now, no matter what contrived way you try to frame it. It’s okay to love me. If that’s too much to ask, then at least use me…”

Steve’s grunted quietly; contemplating what to say next. “Yeah, I know.”

“You’re limiting your own pleasure; not allowing yourself to get turned on by the idea of me. Everyone in this relationship is having more sex than you. Are you really willing to miss out on that just because you don’t want to admit you find me attractive?”

“How many times do I gotta tell you that I find you attractive? Why isn’t that good enough for ya?” Steve spat, subtly inching closer to Jonathan.

“I told you that I don’t believe you. You can talk all you want, but your words don’t mean shit when I feel like the only undesirable one in our relationship.”

“Well, that’s not my problem, is it, Byers?” 

Jonathan could feel the pressure of Steve’s body against his back again, along with the movement of Steve’s cock as he continued pleasing himself. 

Maybe it was desire, or maybe it was pure desperation, but Jonathan couldn’t quite catch the tender plea that slipped past his lips, “Steve, just touch me again; please?”

Steve stopped stroking, seemingly caught off guard by Jonathan’s words. Steve’s hard cock released from his grip, now resting against Jonathan’s ass again. Jonathan shimmied, his jeans already undone and falling down softy so that Steve’s cock now rested only against his briefs. 

Steve tried to reign himself in. “Let me just watch the girls for a-”

“No, Steve. Please just touch me,” Jonathan asked again, the challenge in his voice evident.

“Jonathan…” Steve’s warned, eyes darkening as he leaned over Jonathan’s shoulder so he could look properly at Jonathan. 

Steve was clearly losing any restraint he was holding onto. Steve himself wasn’t entirely sure if he was begging for Jonathan to keep going, or for Jonathan to stop. 

“For God's sake, Steve! Will you just fuck me already?!” Jonathan said loudly. 

You and Nance stopped your grinding momentarily, startled and now very aware of the men watching you form the crack within the doorway.

“Why’d you stop?” You pouted.

“Because I think our boyfriends are more kinky than they like to admit, watching us make love without us knowing.” Nancy started slowly moving against you again, this time leaving marks on your neck and collarbone, knowing exactly how you liked it.

You moaned, mind foggy as if all you could do was thrust back into her cunt like it was all you knew.

“Guess we should give them a good show, then.”

Steve would be lying if he said that Jonathan’s direct ask was a surprise. He’d also be lying if he wasn’t said pulling down Jonathan’s briefs was anything short of hot.

“Fine. Want me to touch you so goddamn bad, Byers?” Steve hissed. “Begging me like some kind of filthy street whore all desperate and shit.”

Jonathan whined, pushing his chest flat against the door to give Steve more space. His bare length was leaking, already aroused from watching Nancy and you earlier.

“Well, now I’m going to fuck you like a whore. Will that shut your annoying ass up?” Steve spat on his own cock, stroking the spit and up and down to coat it well.

Jonathan nodded, biting his lip to stay quite. He stayed surprisingly still, allowing Steve to run his cock over his pale ass cheeks.

“I mean, I don’t really wanna hurt you with this thing,” Steve inhaled, clearly trying to make sense of his own emotions before tapping the head of his cock against Jonathan’s warm skin. 

Jonathan spoke, face against the door. “You won’t. Promise. Just make sure it’s lubed up enough.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, gently spreading Jonathan open with his palms. One deep breath and Steve spat forward, a trail of saliva leaving his lips before settling on Jonathan’s sensitive rim. 

Jonathan let out a purr of approval, adjusting himself to be at Steve’s optimal fucking height.

“You’ve done this before.” Steve snorted, positioning the head of his cock near Jonathan’s entrance. 

Jonathan fought to catch his breath. “People in California are much more freaky. Lots of firsts,” he joked, trying to ease both of their anxiety.

“Yeah, I bet,” Steve rolled his eyes. 

Steve paused for a brief moment, reconsidering, before pushing the head of his cock into Jonathan’s hole.

Jonathan winced in pain, pulling away, “Fuck, man; don’t ram into me! It’s my ass, not a damn vagina.”

“Shit…” Steve pulled back, instantly flushing with embarrassment. 

For the first time in his life, Steve was unsure of how to approach sex. “I mean, you’re all pretty and pink like a cunt.” Steve joked awkwardly, not used to being so incompetent in his bed skills.

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly into Nancy’s pussy you were currently tasting, trying to catch your breath from the sounds your boyfriends were making right outside the door.

“Sorry, one second baby,” you pulled back, biting your lip in any attempt to chuckle to loudly.

Nancy simply sighed, “Inconvenient timing, but this is a good thing for the both of them. Let’s try not to scare them away, shall we? God knows how shy they get about each other.”

You nodded, happily returning to your duty of fucking Nancy’s clit against your tongue, soaking up any of her juices to quench your insatiable need to taste every inch of her.

“Just stay still. I’ll do the-” Jonathan gently pushed himself onto Steve’s length, slowly this time. “Rest…”

Steve shuddered at the feeling. The visual of Steve’s cock in Jonathan was nearly too much to bear. 

Steve was shocked that the walls of his house didn’t cave in upon the realization he was fucking a man. It wasn’t something he ever pictured himself doing, but now he knew it was something he couldn’t possibly go without. The feeling was more similar to his female sex partners than expected. Jonathan was incredibly warm, his body weight able to apply more pressure on the head of Steve’s length than expected. It wasn’t better or worse; just different. An exciting kind of different. Something to switch up his sex life.

The aching guilt within Steve’s chest finally began to dissipate, a newfound confidence taking its place.

Steve pushed forward, not able to help being dominate. He fed Jonathan another inch or so of his cock to Jonathan, making sure to stop the moment he felt resistance. “You okay?”

“Great. You can keep going. Please? I’ll tell you when to stop.” Jonathan whispered, still slouched against the bathroom door, ass out. 

Man or woman, Steve loved hearing those magic words - keep going, the ultimate ego-booster. Steve continued pushing forward, feeling the stretch of Jonathan’s rim clench around him. 

“Fuck, you feel good, Jonathan. So fucking good,” Steve praised.

Jonathan’s knees quivered, a low mewl coming from his mouth as Steve finally bottomed out in Jonathan. 

Steve groaned, pushing himself to Jonathan’s ear, “Jesus Christ, babe. I had no idea you could take me this well, or I’d have been doin’ this a lot sooner.”  

Jonathan blushed at being called ‘babe’ for the first time in their relationship. 

He had wished it was a more romantic moment, but he couldn’t ask too much of Steve after this. They both stopped for a moment, letting themselves adjust to each other. 

The air was musky with Steve’s overpowering scent. Their breathing was labored, both on the verge of panting. The stretch in Jonathan’s hole felt amazing, but it was the weight of Steve’s cock filling him fully that made him speechless. 

Once Steve started thrusting slowly into him, Jonathan knew he was going to have a hard time not coming immediately. 

“You can start moving if you want.”

Steve nodded, his cock pulling back a bit before pushing in. Jonathan let out moans of approval, which only encouraged Steve to pick up his pace. 

“Yeah? You’re doing so good, taking my big, fat cock in your tight hole, babe. So proud of you.” Steve praised, biting Jonathan’s neck in an attempt to hold back his own sounds of pleasure. 

Steve’s length continuously hit against Jonathan’s g-spot, not allowing him much other option than to give in to the pleasure. “

“Steve, I’m going to come if you keep going,” Jonathan choked out.

Steve smirked, cocky as ever, “Really, already? Damn, I didn’t know I’d be so good my first time doing this.”

“I either come, or my legs give out,” Jonathan warned, his legs indeed shaking violently from pleasure. 

Steve nodded, understanding. “I’ve got you, baby. My cock feels so good in you. I can tell I’m hitting your the right place, yeah?” Steve stuttered, “This is exactly what you wanted, right? For me to fuck you like I haven’t been dreaming about this for months. Gettin’ on my damn nerves all the time when you really just needed to be bent over like a little bitch?”

Jonathan let out a loud whimper, Steve continuing to pump his cock in him. Steve’s hand reached to Jonathan’s cock, tan fingers stroking him off. 

“Fuck Steve, fuckkkkk,” was all Jonathan could manage before coming into Steve’s hand almost instantly.

Steve continued milking Jonathan’s cock for a moment until Jonathan pushed him away from sensitivity. 

Steve gently pulled out, slick and wet and still very much hard.

Jonathan turned to face Steve, completely out of breath. He reached to pull his pants up, laughing awkwardly. “Damn, Harrington. I knew you had it in you.”

Steve shook his head. “What? My cocks still hard. You gonna do something about it?”

“Me? I’m god damn spent for a minute. If only we had some ladies who’d be more than willing to help you out” Jonathan offered, opening the bathroom door fully now.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

In your new ‘exciting relationship opportunity’, Steve and Jonathan always had two women at their disposal. 

Two mouths for them to kiss, and two cunts for them to fuck.

Sometimes they’d use you both at once, other times it was just you or Nancy for both men. The possibilities felt truly endless.

Yet, the boys seemed to often gravitate towards you when it came to their horny endeavors, either out of luck or perhaps out of punishment.

Maybe it simply was your submissive nature.

Nancy was known to have her limits, being more likely to want alone time than to spend every waking moment with the others, but you simply couldn’t get enough - of any of it really. Of the sex, of the love, of the ability to have attention at any given moment from someone that cared. 

Most people weren’t given the opportunity to be loved by three people in their lifetime; yet you were blessed by those that had tasted every inch of their body and tended to the depths of their soul. 

Some days, monogamy seemed like the odd choice, especially in moments like these when Steve was leaning against the shower door, attempting to garner any leverage he could as you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“How does that feel, Princess?” Steve grunted, holding your naked body close to his wet skin as he fucked into your pussy, slippery sounds echoing in the small space. 

“S-so good,” was all you could truly manage. 

Steve couldn’t help but smirk, searching your face for the satisfaction that his cock was making you feel amazing. That was something only he could provide.

Well, Steve and Jonathan’s cocks in your case. 

Jonathan’s slender fingers gripped onto your hips that were locked with Steve’s waist, guiding your ass back a bit and onto hi length. The strange feeling only bringing on another round of goosebumps.

“OH FUCK!” you shouted, aroused by the pain and pleasure of having both men inside you at once.

“Now bounce her!” Nancy commentated from the bathroom countertop, opting to rub her own clit to what was taking place in the rather steamy shower.

She’d been in your exact same position herself many times, but this was a first for you. It was something you’d always wanted, but your boyfriends were always too worried about hurting you to attempt it. Until this morning it seems.

“An apology for being dumbasses,” Steve had offered.

You would’ve been stupid to have said no, now enjoying the feeling of having yourself stuffed full by the men who loved you.

Jonathan began to ease himself deeper into you as Steve did the same, both of your holes stretching even more. The pressure was overwhelming, feeling both cocks push up and into your walls. 

“I’m going to hold you still, Princess, so we can fuck into you. Is that okay?” Steve cooed, knowing you’d say yes.

You always say yes.

Both men started to move in sync, developing a rhythm of pleasure within you.

Steve was pushing his cock far into your pussy, then Jonathan pulled out of your ass. Jonathan pushed back, and Steve pulled out. 

The sensation was so…odd. It made you hyper aware of every nerve in your cunt, every vein in their lengths.

The pain felt good in the same way a proper spanking brought you pleasure, your brain only focusing on the warm sting that made you feel alive.

Your gaze settled on Nancy through the glass, peering over Steve’s shoulder. Her fingers were now pushing deep inside herself as the men fucked into you. You could see every inch of her beautiful, flushed pussy on display for you.

Her fingers seemed to follow a similar rhythm, circling her clit before dipping inward, matching just how you were being fucked

“Bite her ear, Jonathan. Princess loves that,” Nancy suggested, believing she knows best when it comes to your pleasure.

“Please, babe… I got this,” Jonathan huffed at the instructions, feeling a slight ding to his ego.

Of course, he did eventually oblige Nancy’s request and began nibbling on your ear, his breath hot as he whispered between groans. 

“You’re doing so well for us, baby. Letting us stretch you out like some toy. Stevie and I can use these pretty holes whenever and however we want, huh? I can feel Steve’s cock shoving up into you. Do you like the fact you’re being used like this; by two men at once? I sure do.”

Steve added on to Jonathan’s dirty talk, looking into your eyes.

“Yeah, baby. I-I think you were made to be fucked sometimes with the-the way that you crawl all over us, desperate to put our cocks or Nancy’s clit in your mouth. And I come into the bathroom, lookin’ to apologize just to find my two girls c-can’t keep your hands off each other for a moment, huh, Princess?” He stammered, struggling to keep himself from coming too quickly. 

Steve groaned, “God damn it, I am so fuckin’ close. Do you wanna come for us, baby?”

You nodded, soft tears falling down your face from your pussy being overused.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot. Is that suppose to be so hot?” Steve continued, not slowing his pace.

Jonathan pulled out of you quickly, moaning loudly as he came in his hand, pumping himself and continuing to ride his orgasm out under the shower head. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to come so early…”

“Shut up, Byers,” Steve growled, focusing solely on your facial expressions in awe, your tight pussy taking every inch of him for yourself.

“Wait, I want to come too!” Nancy whined, now massaging her clit quickly.

“You have already come like four times!” Jonathan said, still catching his breath. 

Nancy snorted at the comment, “God forbid a woman have hobbies.”

“I think I’m close, too,” you whimpered, causing Steve to slow his movements down now, no longer bouncing you so aggressively on his cock.

Jonathan’s absence from behind now allowed you to properly feel Steve’s large cock fully hitting your cervix, adjusting your position so you could bare down onto him, movements slower but much deeper now. 

“Keep going, please? Fuck, fuckkkk I’m going to come,” you whined, so close to orgasm. 

“Come for me, Princess. Come for-” Steve pounded into you, bottoming out as far as he could. “Need you so bad. Be a good girl and come for me. Now.” 

The way Steve dominated you always sent you over the edge, your vision darkening as your orgasm rolled through you once more.

Steve quickly came along with you, bucking his hips up desperately into you. “You-you take me so well. Good job, pretty girl. So so good.”

Nancy’s sweet moans could also be heard from her position on the counter, coming from the sight of you and Steve.

The shower continued to steam the bathroom as the four of you settled within the blissful afterglow of post orgasm. Faces numb, limbs shaking. The world seemed to settle back into reality, the four of you left alone in a comfortable silence as you got your bearings.

Steve placed soft kisses on your face, his lips melting away any remaining tears.

You couldn’t help but slump onto the shower floor, spent beyond belief (and it probably wasn’t even noon, yet.)

“So, are we forgiven for being idiots?” Jonathan smiled, peering over you, wet hair dripping large drops onto your forehead.

“For now,” you smirked back.

“We will take it,” Jonathan nodded. “But, you still have a bit of syrup on you. Let’s get you actually cleaned up, yeah?”

Jonathan held his hand out, helping you back to your feet gently, allowing you to est against his thin body for extra support in your exhausted state. 

Steve fumbled for a handful of body washes and soaps to help care for you, one bottle slipping out of his grasp and landing loudly on the floor.

“Jesus Christ… Nancy! Can you come help me take care of these two? No doubt you could use a shower as well…”

Nancy made her way inside the shower, joining the three of you.

“Mmmm. You have the best shower head, Steve,” Nancy chuckled, indulging herself in the warm water. 

“Yeah yeah, don’t act like I dunno what you actually use that shower head for,” Steve suggested, bending down for the soaps.

After the chaos of this morning, things seemed to finally settle their way back to your normal routine.

This was the relationship you had come to love. The four of you always being cramped together with flirty jokes and Nancy or Steve fawning over you and Jonathan.

Steve handed Jonathan a mystery shampoo bottle, Jonathan pouring a copious amount into his hand before lathering it into your hair.

You tried not to wince as Jonathan did his best to tenderly work through the knots.

“God, if the syrup would’ve gotten all over me, I would’ve just shaved my head,” Jonathan said.

“No heads are being shaved over my immaturity,” Steve replied, busy working soap down Nancy’s body, as well. 

“Honestly, I never thought Steve had it in him,” you said, enjoying the massage on your scalp.

Steve snorted, “What, double-penetration? Not our first time, sweetie.”

“No no, not that. The whole fucking Jonathan thing.”

The words hung in the air for a moment. Jonathan seemed to still his fingers in thought before continuing to wash your hair.

“Yeah. Was a pretty good surprise,” Jonathan said softly. 

“I didn’t think he had it in him either, but we shouldn’t discount a man who thinks mostly with his dick to give it a try, eventually,” Nancy agreed, as Steve was soaping up her tits (spending extra time to make sure they were cleaned thoroughly)

Steve playfully dabbed a handful of soap bubbles onto Nancy’s nose, “I’m right here, you know.”

“I think I heard Steve call Jonathan, ‘babe’.” you smiled, stepping under the shower head to wash the shampoo from your hair. 

“Mmm, big day for Stevie,” Nancy agreed, stepping over now to wash her soap away.  

You reached your fingers out, tracing the softness everywhere you could touch on her body. Your thumb moved to the curve of her small breast, giving a playful pinch of her nipple before her hand batted you away playfully. 

“Jonathan sounds like he knew what he was doing…” You hinted at Nancy, hoping she’d tell you more.

Nancy paused, looking over to the two men who were now pre-occupied with covering each other in bubbles and soap to listen in.

“There was a lull in our relationship when the Byers moved to California for the summer. Jonathan had six months to basically experience life girlfriend-free. I never really asked what he got up to…I feared what he’d have to say. I know he spent a lot of time smoking weed with his hippie friends from what Mike told me.”

Nancy reached for the bar of soap that Steve used on her, taking your arm and running the bar over your body. 

“I had hoped Jonathan’s time near the ocean would clear his head, you know?” She continued. “I figured he’d miss me more than before. He did come back to Hawkins a changed Jonathan, but mostly just talking about body liberation and ego-death like it was some revelation from God. I have no doubt he got his ‘sexual practice’ in with his buddies,” Nancy snorted, leaning down to soap your legs.

“… but you’re happy now, right? With the way we’re all together?” You asked.

Nancy nodded, standing up from your legs before gently pushing you back into the water to wash off, “Of course, baby. I love you, and I love Jonathan… and I love Steve. It’s perfect.”

“You hesitated when you said Steve, and you always say his name last when talking about us.”

Nancy chuckled, shaking her head at your insistence on being pedantic over her word choice. 

“You don’t really like Steve, huh?” You prodded, being mindful to speak low enough just for her ears. 

“I do love Steve, but I can never be in love with him, at least not like how you are.”

“So you deal with him just to have me?”

“I deal with a lot of things just to have you, darling. I know you love me; I have known since we were little girls stuck in PE class together. But, I also know you don’t have the ability to be without Steve in the same way I will always come running back to Jonathan. Robin says it’s trauma-bonding, but I think it’s just how life goes sometimes.” Nancy assured you quietly, pressing her forehead against yours. “You don’t choose your people, they choose you.”

“And what if I fall in love with Jonathan, too?” You looked into her blue eyes, though you both knew your ask was more of a confession than a question. 

“Jonathan and Steve are both messes. They need all the love they can get.” Nancy pulled back, placing a quick peck to your lips. “You’ve always had such a big heart. I have no doubt you can love all of us at once. That’s why you’re the glue that holds this whole thing together. Steve, Jonathan, and I? We just have a few more bumps in the road to get there.”

You let the water wash over both of you for a moment, accepting the fact that any relationship would take woe to make it happen. The fact that the four of you had been through so much, and only came out stronger, had to be a testament to the fact that love can always be enough.

“Hey! What are you two gossiping about over there?” Steve chimed in, the two men having snuck their way out of the shower and into robes during your conversation.

“You wanna stay in there all day or come take a nap with us?” Jonathan asked as he was drying off Steve’s hair with a towel.

You wanted nothing more than to relax after the chaos this morning, quickly turning the water off.

Steve had been kind enough to lay out two more robes for you and Nancy once you were out into the bathroom.

“I think we could all definitely use a nap,” you agreed. “And maybe we can even order a pizza later, since we didn’t get much breakfast and all.”

“A huge, expensive pizza with all the toppings, and it will totally be on Steve,” Nancy agreed.

Steve rolled his eyes, “it ain’t a good punishment if I always end up paying, anyway.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling Steve’s fingers lace into yours. Steve then took Jonathan’s hand, doing the same. You reached for Nancy’s, making sure she wasn’t left behind as Steve guided you all back towards his bedroom.

“I did just want you all to know that I am truly sorry for being a complete and utter dumbass this morning,” Steve spoke, taking you up the staircase. “I am workin’ through a lot of things, and I tend to lash out in weird ways when I don’t understand how to deal with my emotions. I hate being vulnerable and shit.”

Jonathan gave Steve’s hand a reassuring squeeze, “I’m sorry too, dude. You’re all good. We’re working on it, remember?”

“We accept your apology,” Nancy nodded, speaking on your behalf. Her thumb caressed the back of your hand in affection, letting you know she’d always be there for you - for all you.

“We love you, Steve,” you affirmed. “I appreciate the apology.”

Steve sighed in relief, his eyes meeting all of yours for a moment, “And I love you. Each and every one of you.”

As you entered Steve’s messy bedroom once more, the four of you made way into Steve’s bed.

Jonathan laid down first to the far left, ditching his robe in favor of remaining naked under the covers. 

Surprisingly, Steve followed suit, crawling in bare besides Jonathan. Steve continued holding onto Jonathan’s hand, cuddling up close to the slimmer man. Jonathan kept still, as if any sudden movement would frighten Steve away.

There was something warm in the gaze the two men shared. Understanding, or maybe just acceptance.

You were next, always wanting to be squished in the middle of your cuddle puddles while dragging Nancy in bed right behind you.

Even though you had all left the bed hours ago, Steve’s skylight had kept the sheets warm while you were away. The drowsiness and physical exhaustion started seeping into your bones, your eyes too heavy to keep open for much longer.

You felt your body being adjusted, Nancy pushing herself behind you for a proper spooning position while Steve angled his free arm to wrap underneath your body and back around you.

“I’m going to get better,” Steve whispered quietly, though not to anyone in particular.

“You will, and we all will be here when you do,” was all you could manage to mumble before drifting off into another peaceful Sunday nap.

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