Foursome? | Billy Hargrove x Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Reader

Two

CW: smuttt!! ;)

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You had a long chat with Steve last night about nothing in particular. After, you didn't sleep too well, but still had the energy to drag yourself out of bed. Getting dressed, doing your make-up and fixing your permed hair, you go to grab some breakfast before rushing to school. The crisp autumn air bites your face immediately after stepping outside. The ground is still wet from yesterday's rain, but you don't have the time to go change your white sneakers into boots.

You arrive at Hawkins High just on time, and so does Steve Harrington. He catches up to you at the doors.

"Hey Y/n." He raises his arm and slings it over your shoulders. You turn and push it off.

"Steve, please.." You rationalize both to him and to yourself. He rolls his eyes. What a prick! He says nothing, following you into English class. He pushes you to the back of the classroom, you don't protest. It has been a while since you sat next to him in class, it made you feel at home. A few other students enter the class before the teacher starts speaking. You on the other hand are too busy focusing on Steve's hand on your thigh. You give him a dirty look but do not complain. He smirks, bringing his hand up your jean covered thigh. His hand meets your hip and he leans in.

"I'm only going to stop if you tell me to."

Your breath hitches in your throat. You feel blood rush up into your cheeks, looking around the room. His hand continues its way down your inner thigh. You feel yourself getting wet, like a reflex you spread your legs for him. He rubs you through your jeans, the friction excites you. You can see him smiling from the corner of your eye as you make intense eye contact with the blackboard, trying to look like you're focusing on the lesson. His hand travels up to the buttons. You grab his wrist harshly, pulling his hand away from you. You cross your legs in some kind of attempt to feel more, you are left unsatisfied. He lifts both of his hands to the desk before turning to smirk at your flushed self.

Steve's POV:

I'm surprised at how far she let me take it. Just the look on her face makes me hard. I try to adjust my jeans in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure. Now it's her turn to smirk. I chuckle under my breath.

I grab her notebook and scribble a short message for her to read.

Your POV:

Meet me at my car during lunch.

You knew exactly what he meant by that. It was something you used to do with him.. a lot.

You struggled for the next few lessons without him, waiting anxiously for the bell to ring. As it finally did, you rushed out into the hallways, Steve was just about to exit the main doors. He gives you a wink before making his way towards the parking lot. What a tease he is, of course you follow.

You spot him standing against his maroon BMW, with his hands in his front pockets. You walk over to him, taking your time and examining the lot for other people, empty. You manage to make eye contact with him before he grabs your waist and pulls you to the other side of the car, away from the school. He pushes you against the precious car before attacking your lips. You melt into his vulgar kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth.

He then pulls your hips against his own, letting you feel his bulge. You bring your hands down his body to the waistband of his jeans, rushing to unbutton them. He smiles into the kiss, pulling away just to open the car door. He pushes you into the backseat. You smell the all too familiar leather and aftershave. He hurries in after you, closing the door after himself. He is sitting on his knees, in between your legs as you lay on your back.

"I miss this sight." He stares down at your clothed body. You can't help but agree. His tall statue leans down to kiss you again, roughly. He lifts your shirt over your bra, not removing it fully. His lips trace down your neck to your chest, you let out a moan. His eyes glance up at you as you do, his lips curving into that smirk. He carries on, unbuttoning your jeans, he looks up at you before removing them, asking for permission. You smile in return, giving your consent. His large hands grab your denim belt loops, his thumbs glide into your underwear, pulling them off along with the denim. You feel exposed. A wave of confidence comes over you as you sit up, gently pulling his already-hard cock out. His size always manages to take you by surprise.

"Y/n-" He gasps at your cold fingers, wrapping around his girth. You barely have the time to look up at him before he pushes you back down. He reaches for his wallet, which has at this point fallen onto the backseat floor. He opens it and grabs a condom, you recognize his signature brand. You watch him rip open the package and roll the condom on. He then grabs your hips, pulling you closer, you feel the friction of the leather seats pulling harshly at the skin of your almost bare back.

He enters you, slowly and gently, looking out for any signs of discomfort. He groans, sliding deeper into your warmth. You shut your eyes, he starts to thrust his hips against yours, slowly at first, letting you adjust. He places one arm over the backseats, holding onto your hip with the other, with his fingers digging into your skin. You gasp for air as he starts to thrust faster.

"Fuck.. Steve.." His name dances out of your mouth. He lets out a low chuckle, Steve loves hearing his name being moaned, and you know it. The angle changes when he leans down to kiss you, the kiss is wet and passionate. You can start to feel his cock throb, his thrust getting sloppier.

He finishes, lowering his head, moaning and cursing out of pleasure. His hair falls against his sweaty forehead. He pulls out, you did not climax. The steam from your breaths has collected onto the windows, it's quiet except for the sound of both of you trying to catch your breaths. He watches as you start to dress yourself, attempting to fix your hair in the rear-view mirror. He fixes himself as well. There are no words exchanged, awkwardness fills the space.

He opens the door, you let yourself out of the opposite one. The cold air attacks you as you exit the car. You turn around, your eyes meet his, he is already lighting an after-sex cigarette. You, being left unfinished yet partially satisfied.

You leave Steve at the car, using the rest of lunch-hour for actual lunch.