#switch!steve

a/n: i’m a total virgin, so this is a very idealized and unrealistic view of sex because your boy is scared of intimacy. This is super self indulgent

The smaller swaps happened all the time. Covering the bill before he could put his credit card down, pulling his hair after he pulled you onto his lap, holding the door for him after he opened your car door. Just the little things subtly swapping who wears the pants in the relationship; you or Steve.

Most of the time it was Steve. From a young age his father had instilled the idea that he had no choice but to be the provider and caretaker, that he had no business being cared for, that he was a pansy if he ever leaned on anyone for support. So when Steve got in relationships he became the dominant personality. Despite unlearning most of his dad’s “teaching” Steve still had no reason to step down from his spot as the caretaker, he liked it. Most of the time it was Steve. But then he met you. You who had taken his life by storm, a whirlwind who respected his boundaries but pushed him out of his comfort zone. You who held his hand and laughed at his jokes and loved him. You who slowly started to take care of him. It started when he was sick, and you would give him medicine, and feed him and keep him warm or cool. Steve was delirious with sickness but grateful nonetheless. Then you started to bring him lunch at work, claiming you wanted to avoid “hangry Steve” which was partly true. Then you started bringing over dinner on movie nights. When Steve gave you a key to his house you kicked it up, doing some light cleaning, doing his laundry, leaving him gifts, sneaking some extra cash into his wallet. Slowly getting him used to being taken care of.

This extended into your sex life. Focusing on his pleasure, being soft with him when the sex was more intimate and slow. When the sex was more rough, Steve took charge.

Tonight was no different, it had been a few days since you two had last had sex, both of you were a bit pent up, but Steve was no more rough than he’d been before. His mouth no more filthy than usual. “Oh yeah? You like that? You fuckin like that?” Steve loomed over you, your shitty mattress squeaking and headboard banging at the force of his thrusts. “U-uh huh” you replied to the best of your ability, which was difficult considering Steve was practically knocking the air out of your lungs. “Yeah you like it, I can- I can tell. Pussy’s fuckin squeezing me down here.” You grabbed at him to try and ground yourself, he whined as your nails dug into his back, leaving red trails in their wake. “God you’re so good for me, so good” he said through gritted teeth, gasping for air “such a good slut for me huh?”

For the first time since Steve pushed into you, your mind was clear. Slut. Degradation wasn’t new to your sex life, Steve had called you plenty of names before, but never slut. You weren’t mad or offended, but that word made you remember an old nickname you had for Steve. One you never called him or even said out loud, but back in highschool, when you had only heard tales of King Steve, your mind had dubbed him “Slutty Steve Harrington ''. Memories of locker room talk of his sexual escapades juxtaposed with how pretty the man above you looked, pink lips gaping and face flushed while the word slut rang in your ears culminated in a shift inside of you.

He was calling you a slut? He was calling you a slut? Steve Harrington who had been passed around over half of the female population in your age group was calling you a slut? You barked out a laugh.

He slowed, “Is everything okay?” His big eyes full of concern contrasted the hair stuck to his face from sweat, his kiss swollen lips and blushed complexion. In that moment the only way the man over you could look better, is if he was under you.

“You wanna repeat what you just said to me?” hooking your legs on his lower back, using all your strength to flip your bodies so you were straddling him “because it sounded like you just called me a slut”

His eyes were immediately full of concern “I'm sorry baby I should have asked I just-” you pressed a finger to his lips. “It’s okay Stevie, I'm just playing. I wanna try something new with you, is that okay?” you spoke slowly. Steve felt a sort of haze cloud his mind, and he nodded a bit dumbly, you continued “do you know what to say if it stops being okay?” blinking slowly Steve responded with the safeword you two had agreed upon.

You snapped back into character “You called me a slut Steve. Which is rich coming from you. You wanna talk about sluts Steve Harrington? Let's talk about the biggest one I've ever met. You.” you slinked off of his prone form, grabbing a few things from your bedside drawer. His eyes followed you as he watched you pick up handcuffs, lube, a dildo and some mass of leather straps he’d never seen before. You crawled back on top of him. “Hands up, slut.” he quickly obeyed, you put them on, looping them through one  of the poles in your bed frame. He gave them a quick pull, testing his range of motion, wanting to check in, you raised your eyebrows at him, silently asking if he was comfortable. He quickly nodded. Shuffling down his body, pushing his his thighs apart and up to his chest.You slid a pillow under his hips to prop him up

Leaning forward you pressed a sloppy kiss to Steve's lips, then forced your middle finger into his mouth, which he quickly accepted. Pulling your finger back from his mouth the string of saliva connecting your digit to his lips was enough to make you groan. With your middle finger  now wet you could get started.

Lightly circling his hole, and slowly adding pressure, before slipping your finger in up to the first knuckle. Steve’s eyes shot open at the shock of what was happening. Snapping open the lube and dribbling a liberal amount on his hole, Steve gasped at the cold liquid, clenching. Slowly but surely his channel opened up to you, you added a second finger, feeling around until you heard Steve release a filthy moan so unholy it could’ve sent an angel straight to hell. Steve was a mess above you. “Please” he whimpered “please touch me” his big wet eyes looked at you “I am touching you, greedy whore.” he threw his head back in frustration “please, touch my dick” he struggled getting the words out. You gave out a hearty laugh “that fucking thing? Absolutely not. That dirty dick has been passed around this whole town and god knows where else and you want me to touch it? You must be dumber than you look.”

Steve whined high in his throat.

You picked up the mystery object you left on the side of the bed and fiddled with the leather in your hands. Steve spoke up “wh-what is that?” you met his eyes “oh this? This is my harness.” you continued adjusting the straps, then clipped yourself in. “why do you need it?” he practically whispered. You smiled cruelley at him “oh honey” you leaned in so your lips were right next to his ear “how else am i going to fuck you?”

Steve had never heard himself make a noise like that before. A high pitched whimper, so pathetic he almost snapped out of his haze to berate himself. Almost.

He watched with wide eyes as you fit the dildo into the harness. Almost going cross eyed at the intimidating size. You lubed the dildo up and applied extra to Steve's hole.

You loomed over him, mimicking the position from earlier. “You want me to fuck you? Huh slut?” Steve nodded, that wasn’t enough, lightly slapping his face “then beg you stupid whore.” gasping at the pleasure pain from his cheek, Steve was quick, letting words tumble out of his mouth before his brain could begin to process them “please oh god, please. Please fuck me. I need it so bad. Please I- I need to be your slut please make me your slut. Please fuck me daddy”

As soon as the words registered Steve began to glow with embarrassment “I-I’m so-” you cut him off “oh that’s good. I like that. Call me daddy baby I’ll be your daddy” you began pushing the strapon into him, Steve whining the whole time, practically thrashing in his cuffs. You kept filling him with surprisingly little resistance “look at that slut. Your little hole is practically swallowing me with no problem. Now tell me, you ever been fucked in the ass or does your body just know that you’re a whore” Steve was so overwhelmed it felt like he was losing his mind in the best way possible “I’m a whore I’m a whore” you laughed at his state continuing to slowly push in while keeping a healthy amount of lube on him to ensure his comfort.

When you finally sank the last inch into his desperate ass as your hips met the backs of his thighs, Steve wrapped his legs around you. A mess of whines, whimpers and moans Steve felt like he was melting into the bed. You stayed seated all the way inside him, waiting for him to relax. About a minute later Steve started making coherent sounds again “daddy, daddy please” his hips started rocking, trying to gain friction from his prone position. You pet the hair out of his eyes “what is it slut? What do you need daddy to do?” you cooed at him.

Time seemed to stop when the Steve Harrington looked you dead in the eyes and whispered “fuck me daddy”

The world seemed to come back with the slow and steady thrusts you gave. Rolling your hips, gyrating, just barely pulling out and then sinking back in. it wasn’t until Steve started begging “more daddy please more” that you started to really fuck him. Pulling out until just the tip remained “god you’re a slut” then slamming back into him. He practically screamed. You fucked him in earnest, alternating short deep thrusts to pull out little gasps, with long hard strokes pushing out wanton moans. When you tried to go gentler on him he just whined “daddy harder. Faster, more please. Please” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his desperation. Nevertheless, harder and faster you went. Pounding into him, shoving him up the bed, bending him so he was practically folded in half, his neglected cock bobbing against his stomach being thrown with each thrust, leaving sticky patches of pre-cum in its wake.

His moans became louder and more frequent and soon the begging started back up again “I-I’m close, fuck, daddy I’m so fucking close. Oh god please. Please I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum daddy I’m gonna fucking cum please let me, please let me cum daddy”

the man was once the most popular boy in school, a rich kid, a star athlete, and now he was cuffed to your bed, calling you daddy while you fucked his brains out, and he thought you weren’t going to let him cum?

“You’re gonna cum? You’re gonna cum only from getting fucked by daddy? I didn’t even have to touch your dick, but you’re such a slut I didn't need to! Your hungry little fuckhole just needed daddy’s cock. Yeah. yeah you can cum. Make a fucking mess of yourself baby, cum all over your chest, go on, make a mess for daddy. Cum on daddy’s cock you can do it slut. Cum.”

His back arched so far off the bed it was like he was being pulled up by an invisible force. His balls twitched as his cock released rope after rope seemingly unendingly. His moans were so high in his throat they were practically silent but as he was riding down his high they became deep and throaty. God he was loud in bed. All the while you fucked him through it, slowing down only when tears of overstimulation beaded in his eyes.

“Eddie… God! F-fuck right there.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“Steve!”

“Uh-uh.”

“Steve, let me out!”

“No way.”

“Eddie Munson?” You glanced at Steve. 

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

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

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

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

Dustin sheepishly nodded.

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

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

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

“Steve! I can hear you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? The dude is freaky.” 

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

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

“No, Steve…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He growled, “Babe…”

“Hmm?”

“You’re killing me.”

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

“Steve?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck me. Now.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dude, get real.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I–I uh…” 

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

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

“Please… Please.” 

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

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

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

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

“Look at me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmhmm.” 

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

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

“It was hot.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders. 

“Yeah.” You breathed.

“Yeah.” Steve reiterated, surprising even himself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

Eddie chuckled at your blunt answer, then prompted Steve.

“What d’ya say, pretty boy?”

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

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

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

“C-Christ.” Steve stuttered.

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

“You gonna make her ask twice?” 

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

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

“Let me show you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Say it.” 

“You own me.” 

“Good girl.” 

You whimpered involuntarily. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Get on your knees. Crawl to me.” 

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

“Eddie?”

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

“C’mere.” 

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

“Hold her.” 

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

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

“Open your mouth, baby.”

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

“I didn’t say she could stop.” 

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

“F-fuck.”

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

“Hey…” Steve firmly warned you.

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

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

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

“Don’t.” 

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

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

“What is that?” Your voice was shaking.

“A vibrator, princess. Like it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie grinned, “So good for me.” 

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

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

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

“Yes… God, fuck!”

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

“Jesus H. Christ, you two.”

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

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

“Don’t give me that look.” 

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

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”

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

“Come on, sweetheart.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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