priests daughter
summary: eddie’s fucking the priests daughter and her bf steve lmao
cw: vaginal sex, f receiving (typical), exhibitionism, m receiving, threesome, spitting, soft dom eddie and steve, double penetration, mentions of weed, sub?reader
this piece is lengthy and long like eddie’s co-
how typical is it to have the sweet, do no wrong, church girl hanging out with the— what your mother would call — trailer park trash, ‘demon boy’. very.. it would be very typical. yet here you are staring back at the long haired ‘freak’ with pretty brown eyes.
you can recall bumping into him in the street after church service, and the tiniest wave and ‘hey’ seems to set your mother off alone. you can remember her telling you, “i don’t want you near that demon boy. he’s trouble that you shouldn’t be involved in.” before she’s gripping you by your arm and pulling you away.
you’ve told her time and time again how dramatic and typical she was and you’ve promised to leave him alone for the sake her nagging and you sanity.
you’re standing above him, bible pressed against your chest. every time you speak to him he always has this stupid, smug look on his face. you wish you could kiss it off-
‘slap.. i mean slap it off.’ you think to yourself, screwing your eyes shut from the visual that automatically pops in your ‘innocent’ little brain.
you have a wonderful boyfriend that your parents love, steve. they weren’t very fond of him at first since he didn’t go to church, but realized he was pretty sweet, dressed preppy and had money. so that was enough for them oddly enough. i guess its just the look of it for them.
you do love steve truly, he’s been with you for so long and is truly a loving partner. but you can’t help it if you get a little bored sometimes. it’s like he’s scared to touch you. like you’ll break like a porcelain doll. you did secretly lose your virginity to steve but even then it was almost like he was scared you’d crack beneath the pad of his fingers.
“you’re staring again sweetheart.” the singy-song tone of eddie’s voice rips you from your thoughts, nearly dropping your precious bible.
you look down at him wide-eyed, “what are you doing here?” you frantically look around to see if either of you parents walked out yet. they loved to talk after service so you had about ten to fifteen minutes before they’d catch you talking to ‘demon boy’.
he shrugs, eyes squinting from the sun. “asking god to forgive me for my sins.” he mocks, hands coming together as he pretends to plead, immediately grinning ear to ear after. you roll your eyes huffing at him. “fine, im here to see you.” he stands up from the bench, height instantly towering over you.
“last we talked you promised you’d hang out with me.”
yeah.. to get him to shut up and leave you alone, since he was practically begging to hang out with you.
you chew the side of your cheek, still looking at him with big eyes. your parents will be gone for the most part this week. but you already invited steve over, the thought of eddie slipping your mind.
steve didnt hate eddie necessarily, but he noticed the way you naturally reacted to him. batting your eyes, chewing your lip, squeezing your thighs, the long stares, the way you examine his frame when he’s walking away, the way your eyes follow his hands whenever he’s talking. even if it’s subconscious he still notices, and as it would any boyfriend.
you look around again for your parents, “their leaving straight from church today. if you hide out long enough they won’t see you.” you pause to dramatically roll your eyes, “and you can walk me home.”
a cheesy grin is plastered on his face, displaying his prefect teeth. he’s prepared to say something smart before you’re shoving him down the sidewalk, guiding him to go in the nearest store possible.
you could imagine the face steve makes when he’s patiently waiting for his beloved girlfriend, and the sight of eddie munson with his long hair and stupid hellfire t-shirt is the first thing his eyes land on.
he’s immediately sitting up from his chair, “y/n what the fuck.” he’s standing up to size up eddie, nearly chest to chest. “language steve!” you shush him. you’re trying to pull steve away but he’s not budging.
“if you wanna kiss me harrington, nobodies stopping you.” eddie smirks, getting even closer to his face. if that was even possible. you decide to push eddie back instead since steve wasn’t budging. “i didn’t think you’d be here yet.” steve’s anrgy eyes are on you now.
“i knew it.” he’s flopping back down on the couch, face in hands.
“i’m not fucking her harrington.” eddie admits. something about that sentence made your cheeks burn, and made another part of you burn as well.
steve looks up at you for confirmation. you nod, and the look in your eyes lets him know you’re telling the truth.
he sits back on the couch rubbing his clammy hands against his jeans, “then why is he here.”
you crouch down in front of him, taking one of his hands in your own, “don’t you wanna try something different for a change?” the tone of your voice is suggestive,yet it was almost like a plead. he’s never even heard you speak like this before. the lines on his forehead frown when his eyebrows knit together. he’s searching both of your faces, silently trying to piece together what’s going on before either of you can speak.
he watches as you toy with your rosary, knowing it’s something you do when nervous, outside of chewing your cheek.
“what are you talking about?” he looks up at eddie, but his question is towards you. eddie’s still standing at the door, he’s just now noticing the small bag of weed in his hands. he grunts when he suddenly feels your weight on his lap, pulling his focus back to you. you lock your hands behind his neck, holding him in place so he’d stay facing you. “you love me right stevie?”
‘that fucking nickname..’ is all he can think of, you don’t call him that often but typically when you do there’s a catch.
he rolls his eyes, fixing himself beneath you. try try to ignore the roughness of his jeans hitting just the right spot, the skirt you decided to wear today didn’t help.
eddie’s noticing though, the way you subtly squeeze your thighs. it’s was so subtle that he would’ve missed it if he’d blink at the wrong time.
you bite your lip back shamefully, upset that the thought of your question is already turning you on. thoughts like this shouldn’t be crossing your mind, it’s lewd and sinful. but you’re already here. you’ve already convinced yourself. your parents had to understand, you’re an adult now, these thoughts were bound to cross your mind eventually. you were gonna explore your sexual being eventually.
just in secret of course.
he carefully nods, giving eddie yet another glance, wondering ‘what did he say to my girlfriend.’
“while eddie walked me home we were thinking-.”
“we?” he cuts you off. he doesn’t like the sound of that all too much, he doesn’t want this meathead corrupting your ‘precious’ brain.
your lips shut forming a line, also giving eddie a glare, but yours was more of a ‘he doesn’t wanna hear it. help me.’ glare.
“to make it long story short cause our girl here is beating around the bu-“
“our girl?” he’s sitting up again with wide eyes, but slightly relaxes when you press your hand too his chest.
you cant help blush at what he’s said, sort of liked the thought of being shared.. at least by them anyways.
eddie’s dramatically bends his body forward, arms across his chest, “our girl,” he pauses before standing back up straight, “wants to have some playtime with you and me, big boy.”
you smirk at the way steve’s face scrunches at the name, but little do you know he secretly likes the teasing. of course he’s not admitting that. not now, he has to keep up his front as long as possible.
he looks back at you, face still written with confusion, “like a threesome.” he whispers as if god himself would come down punish him for saying such words. he wasn’t even religious, but he didn’t wanna take any chances.
“BINGO!” eddie’s loud voice echos through the walls, making the both of you jump. finger pointing at steve. “yes harrington a threesome!” he tells loudly, he wants god himself to hear.
the sound of his boots padding across your wooden floor makes a loud thud as he’s walking closer to you two. he can feel blood rushing straight to his dick the way the two of you look up at him, doll like eyes.
he lifts up his hand, showing his baggie, “so what do you say steve? i have something to lighten up the mood?”
he’s looking at you again, his face is much softer now, “is this what you really want?”
you bite your lip with a nod.
he huffs out an uneven sigh before grabbing the baggie from eddie, “fine.”
you squeal, lips stretching over your teeth with a wide smile, giddy as you slightly bounce on steve’s leg.
it’s much darker now, the sun has gone down. and somehow you’ve all made it upstairs to your bedroom. all three of you are gone by now. steve and eddie have had their rounds, but this was a first timer for you so they only allowed you to take a few hits. last thing we need is a panic attack. just wanna loosen you up a bit.
you and eddie are sat across each other on your bed, you at the headboard and eddie at the foot of your bed. steve is between the two of you, head laying in your lap. eddie’s watching as you peacefully stroke steve’s hair, and how he’s unconsciously stroking your thigh.
steve’s red eyes are peering up at you with haze, “what made you wanna do this?” you look up at eddie with a shrug, “dunno.”
“was the sex we had bad orr?” he moves his face to fully look up at you. you look at his face shaking your head, “no, i was just craving something different. aren’t you?” now he’s the one looking at eddie.
you grab steve by his face, making him face you again, you bend down placing an open kiss on his lips. eddie’s carefully watching, he takes one more drag of his blunt before putting out. you slowly pull away from steve, a string of spit keeping the two of you connected. your lips are now on eddie’s, he’s blowing the smoke in your mouth and you lean back over to blow it into steve’s.
you lean back on the headboard looking between the two, “c’mere.” eddie’s hand forcing you closer to him, steve’s head still laid in your lap, looking up at the both of you.
eddie places his hands underneath your chin, kicking it up, “open.” you’re crouching down slightly so he can get a better angle, and steve can’t help but groan when your chest presses against his face.
he’s putting his lips together as he lets his spit dribble in your mouth, before you get the chance to swallow his hands reach down around steve’s jaw. he jumps at the feeling of his cold rings biting his heated skin.
the pad of his thumb rests on his bottom lip, prying his mouth open, once you realize whats happening you let your spit fall into into his mouth. you watch as his adam’s apple bobs, indicating he’s swallowed.
“so steve’s a good boy huh?” eddie’s teases, playfully tapping the side of his cheek.
steve can’t help it when his dick his hardening from the nickname, and the tent slowly growing in his pants don’t go unnoticed.
he’s now lifting himself from your lap, you readjust yourself now sitting on the balls of your feet in between the two. eddie’s hand goes up to your collar bones, grazing his thumb around the cross of you rosary. “not scared about god watching us.”
there goes that stupid smug look again.
you don’t respond, instead leaning in placing a slow kiss on his lips. you pry your eyes open in the mist of it, purposefully making eye contact with steve. you pull away from eddie watching his eyes flutter back open, you look between the two and they can tell the little gears in your brain are moving.
“kiss him.” you’re looking at steve.
his eyes widen, eyes frantically switching between you and eddie.
eddie doesn’t have much of an reaction, he’s too high and horny to care. he’s kissed dudes here n there.
steve wants to protest, but he can’t help but be curios. he gives the smallest nod, but noticeable. you’re grabbing the back of both their heads, slowly pushing them together until their lips smear.
you let out a girly squeal once they pull apart. eddie’s rolling his eyes, he’s ready to get down to business and his dick is so hard he feels like its gonna snap off.
“alright alright, enough of the foreplay.” he’s waving his hands, “take her shirt off harrington.” eddie’s lifting himself from the bed, ridding himself of his own shirt. “yours too.”
when eddie turns around both of you are bare chested, and you’re wiggling around trying to tug your skirt off. leaving you with nothing on but your panties.
eddie’s slowly walking back to to two of you with his hands on his belt, “you wanna see it sweetheart?”
you tuck your lip beneath your teeth, lowering your eyes to his hard on. looking back at him with wide eyes, you’re giving him a whine and a nod.
by now steve’s got his lips latched around your nipple, sucking and pulling at the supple flesh. watching it bounce back into place after he’s released it from his mouth with a ‘pop’
eddie’s wastes no time stripping himself from his jeans, leaving himself in just his boxers. you’re instinctively leading yourself towards him, carefully palming his cock. he’s letting out a strained hiss, any sort of touch or friction giving him relief.
“fuck.” he looks down at the two of you, doesn’t remember steve taking off his pants but he’s not complaining.
steve’s now kissing your neck, your back, placing a few marks on your body, subtly reminding you who you truly belong to, despite this spontaneous event.
“pull it out baby.” steve whispers in your ear, guiding your hands to the waistband of eddie’s underwear.
it nearly hits you in the face with the way it sprung out, bringing you to an airy laugh.
steve’s now guiding your hands to wrap around his shaft, doing hand over hand to help you with the motion of pumping.
the feeling of both of you basically jacking him off at the same time nearly makes him bust then and there.
steve’s grabbing you by your jaw, making you slightly face him. he’s coaxing your jaw open, spitting in your mouth like eddie did before. he’s guiding you to face eddie again before he’s manually placing your filthy, wet mouth around the head of his cock.
eddie’s hissing again, head thrown back, neck veins showing from his straining. “so you are filthy huh, harrington.”
he doesn’t say anything, giving eddie a small grin.
he gently places his hand behind your head, getting you to take it all the way down, “wanna see eddie’s bulge through your throat baby. you can take it all.”
you moan around eddie’s length, the vibrations nearly sending him over the edge, instinctively making him jerk. its sloppy and wet, your spit gushing through your swollen lips and falling off his shaft, to your floor. you’re trying your hardest not to gag, the way your throat spasms around his dick has his eyes rolling back and screwed shut.
you’re wiggling your ass in the air, pussy begging and pleading for any sort of attention. eddie notices reaching down and giving it a few spanks, each smack making you squeal.
you’re finally pulling off of eddie with a lewd gag and cough, steve’s cupping his hand under your chin forcing you to keep the spit in as much as you can.
you finally look him in his eyes, it could be the weed but something definitely ignited in the two of you, something about steve seems more untamed, loose, maybe wild? you can’t put your finger on it.
you’re being pushed back against the wall, before you realize it, your panties are being tugged off. eddie can’t help but take the opportunity of smelling them. he may never get this chance again, mind as well take advantage while he’s here.
steve doesn’t seem to mind cause he’s already started sucking and lapping at your slippery, wet arousal. his eyes are closed, you hands are tangled in his hair, back arched. they haven’t even fully fucked you yet and your brain is already hazy.
before you even realize it, eddie is next to him also lapping at your slick pussy.
you cry out, the feeling of both their tongues flicking at your clit making your fingers clench around their hair tighter. eddie is dramatically circling his head around, humming at how your hips are bucking and moving. not knowing whether to push harder or pull away, no matter where your hips move their following like a magnet.
“oh my god.” is dragged from your lips with a raspy moan. the way you’ve been moaning and screaming already taking a toll on your vocal cords. your brain feels like scribble scrabble.
eddie aggressively pulls off of you before landing a hard smack on your pussy with his heavy ring clad fingers, the metal hitting your clit making you jump.
“you know better not to say his name in vain.”
a single tear slips from your eye, the pleasure is already overwhelming and you wanna cum so bad, you’re trying your hardest to hold off. eddie’s bringing his thumb to your cheek to wipe your tears away. “lets pay your little boy toy some attention hmm?”
you’re nodding with a soft pout, lifting yourself up on your knees so steve and eddie can lay down next to each other.
steve’s finally taken his boxers off, his dick just as stiff as eddie’s. you kneel between them grabbing both dicks with each hand before putting them together. they both buck against each other, and you can’t help but notice how nervous they both look for a split second. both of their cheeks turning red.
you open your mouth wide, somehow from some magic above, being able to fit them both in your mouth. of course you can’t fully deepthroat, but you got a good portion in.
steve is watching you so intently, meanwhile eddie’s enjoying himself with his eyes closed, “you and your girlfriend are fucking filthy. just had to get it out of you.” he speaks with a whiny groan.
you’re bobbing your head against the both of them, getting as much spit on them as possible, steve is gripping your hair into a man made pony before pulling you up from the two of them. the look of their dicks springing opposite of each other from being in your mouth makes you clench.
you already look fucked out, completely nasty. spit and drool falling down your chin and neck to your breasts, eyes low and hazy fighting to stay open, your hair is fucked up and frizzy.
he’s gotta get inside you now.
he’s pulling your hair towards him, giving you a sloppy, slippery kiss. spit transferring right to his chin.
“you think you can take us both?” he asks, he’s stroking your hair now.
your eyes are glossy with pleasure, “please.” you’re voice is barely above a whisper.
his hands move from your hair to your lower hips, guiding you above him. you’re slowly sinking your snug, sopping hole around his wet dick. a relieved sigh coming from the both of you. you suddenly feel eddie come behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, his rose-tinted lips grazing the shell of your ear.
“we’re gonna stretch you out real good baby doll, isn’t that right harrington?”
all steve can do is nod, he’s already far gone, just the slow movements of your hips moving is throwing him in a frenzy. his lips are slick with drool, he’s completely fuck out. you all are.
eddie’s leaning back, hands place on your hips, he guides your hips upwards so he can get a good alignment. the way steve’s dick is already snug inside you makes him groan, “god.”
the head of his dick pushes at your hole. the feeling of both your lips and steve’s shaft making him wince in pleasure, forcing the tip of his cock in.
steve takes in a sharp breath, holding it at the back of his throat, and you’re looking down at him with tears in your eyes. you’re already overstimulated, clenching around the two of them.
“gotta let me in sweetheart, loosen up.” eddie’s taking his thumbs and quite literally pulls your lips apart, attempting to get more access. he spreads his palm out beneath him before spitting on it, the sound of him spitting nearly has you panting. before you know it he has his hand in front of you then steve, indicating to spit on his hand as well.
using the mixtures of your saliva to create a slippery lube for himself, so he can inch inside you further.
fortunately his plan worked, straining his cock between you and steve.
your tongue nearly falls out with the way you’re panting, trying to take them both. your eyes are rolled back, tear stained cheeks, you can almost see white. its so tight and snug between the three of you, no one can barely move.
the way their shafts slide against each other has steve spewing explicit words in your mouth as he kisses you. both of your words slur against each other with spit.
the feeling of being stretched is addictive, your chest rising and falling, lips shiny with drool, your jaw falls open with incoherent moans falling through.
neither steve or eddie have seen you like this before. sloppy, unkept, animalistic. your hair completely ruined in the style you had it in before from both men pulling and tugging you around.
all three of you are delirious with pleasure, eddie’s been sucking and groaning in your ear for what seems like forever. their cocks struggling to slide around in your sore, needy cunt.
steve seems to hit a specific spot making you jerk, “jesus christ.” you thought you had whispered. before you realize it, eddie’s gripping you by your neck, rosary slipping through his knuckles. he’s pulling you up to his chest, wet mouth at your earlobe.
“what did i tell you about saying his name.” he hisses in your ear, peering up at the cross above your bed frame, making you look as well.
“he’s watching you. isn’t that right harrington?”
