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You Couldn't Ignore Me If You Tried: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You're invited to a party hosted by one of your classmates from Hawkins Community College. You're not usually one for parties, but Steve insists you go and socialize. He goes with you, quickly chatting up the ladies. While at the party, you happen upon Eddie Munson offering you drugs. You hated each other in high school, but the festive spirit may just bring you a change of heart...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smut, female reader, enemies to lovers, mentions/use of drugs and alcohol, angst, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise/degradation, semi-public sex

Word Count: 14.1k

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You Couldn't Ignore Me If You Tried

Pt. 1/2

You're walking between classes at Hawkins Community College when a random guy shoves a neon green flier into your hands. "Party at Lover's Lake! Don't miss it, baby!" He says while peeking over his sunglasses.

"I'll think about it." You say awkwardly, putting the paper over the books in your arms. He winks at you, smacking his mouth as he chews his gum. Then he goes on his merry way, giving more flyers to every hot girl he sees. Who the fuck was that guy? You have no idea. You glance at the flier, and it reads: “You're invited to Reefer Rick's early release party! He's going from in the slammer to getting hammered! 2121 Holland Rd at 7pm Be there or be square! And don't be a narc!" It's written in bubble letters, and has a giant pot leaf in the background. You scoff, thinking about tossing it in the trash can next to you. But Steve comes up from behind you before you can.

"Whatcha got there? Oh, you got a flier too?" He asks abruptly, causing you to jump as you’re startled by his presence.

"Shit, Steve. Don't sneak up on me like that!" You thump his shoulder, making your way to your next class.

"Ow! Rude. So, are you going to this?" He asks, gesturing at the paper in his own hands as he walks with you.

"I don't know, I'm not really a party person." You shrug, already sensing Steve gearing up to convince you into going. He's always been a social butterfly, lucky him.

"Aw, come on, Y/N. You really wanna be a lonely loser for the rest of your life?"

"Hey!" You glare at him. "Who's the rude one now?" You grumble, gripping your books closer to your chest.

"What? It's true.” He continues. “You don't really hang out with anyone besides me and Robin. And your love life is borderline nonexistent." He sighs when he sees you giving him a death stare. "Look, you're a really nice girl, Y/N. I just think you could stand to let loose every once in a while. Not to mention you definitely need to get laid. God, you're wound up so tight that you're just waiting to snap." He rambles on, gesturing with his hands as he speaks.

He goes on like this until you've almost arrived at the next class of the day, and his words manage to worm their way into your head to make you give in to him. "Ugh, fuck, fine! I'll go to this damn thing. But YOU are coming with me and YOU are driving!" You yell, drawing the attention of other students around you. You groan, tugging the door to the lecture hall open, leaving Steve behind you.

"See? Tightly. Wound." He calls after you before rushing to his own class. You roll your eyes, making your way to a seat near the back of the room. Your professor drones on about physics, and you're barely paying attention. You're on autopilot, jotting down the things he writes on the chalkboard without actually reading them. Your mind is somewhere else, contemplating what Steve said to you earlier. He’s right, you definitely deserve to go nuts and just be a young adult. And you'd be lying if you disagree with his statement about you needing a good lay. You mentally roll your eyes again, annoyed that Steve has you pegged. This party better be worth it.

When the day is finally over, you meet up with Steve in the parking lot. "Hey, dickhead." You call to him as you approach his car.

He scoffs at your insult, shaking his head. "You better watch your tone, Y/N. I could just leave you here and let you find your own way home and to the party."

"Yeah, right. A gentleman like you could never just leave a helpless girl like me to her own devices." You smirk, going over to the passenger side and sliding into your seat. He sighs, getting into the driver's side. "And you're lucky I agreed to go to this stupid party anyways. Let's go home and change, hm? I better look real slutty if I'm going to get laid, like you say I so desperately need." You look over at him, smiling sarcastically.

"You're just upset that I'm right." He grumbles before shifting the car into gear, driving you both to your shared apartment. It was Steve's idea to be roommates, and you jumped at his offer to split the rent. Plus, if anyone breaks in, you have a semi-strong man to protect you. He keeps a baseball bat with nails embedded in it by his bed in case it ever happens. You’ve asked him about it a few times, wondering why he needs such an excessive weapon. But he always brushes you off, like he’s hiding something. You’ve dismissed it as him having an irrational fear or something, and decided to drop it.

The ride to your apartment is silent except for the radio, you stare outside the window and fantasize about how tonight might go. You want to have fun, but you can't help feeling anxious about potentially hooking up with a random person. You aren't a virgin by any means, but guys aren't exactly lining up around the block to give you their time, either. The whole concept of parties and the activities held at them seem foreign to you. Drinking, smoking, awful dancing, fucking. What was the point of it all? You figure there must be a reason so many people participate, so why not go crazy? You just hope you can find someone cute enough to sleep with, and to not puke your guts out from drinking too much.

Steve notices your leg nervously bobbing up and down, raising an eyebrow at you. "Are you okay, Y/N?" He asks.

"Hm?" You look over at him, confused.

"Are you nervous or something? You're shaking your leg like Thumper." He motions at your leg with his head, and you look down.

"Oh, um....I guess I'm just anxious about the party." You say, glancing at your hands.

"Oh. Well, don't. It'll be fine. I'll be there, and we'll have a good time. I promise." He reassures you, smiling kindly.

"Okay." You say unconvincingly. Steve parks the car and you both head upstairs to your apartment. You run to your room to get ready, contemplating just how easy you want to look tonight. You dig through your closet, rapidly dragging the hangers forward to weigh your options. You debate wearing a skirt, or even just jeans, but nothing feels right. Not until you happen upon a cocktail dress you were given by Robin for your birthday. She aptly called it your 'fuck me' dress. It's black, form-fitting, sleeveless, with a collared neck. It sparkles in the light from the sequins that cover its surface. It goes just a couple inches below your ass, and it leaves most of your back exposed. This is the look.

You slip into it, fitting like a glove. You think about wearing stockings underneath, but decide against it. They'll just be more difficult to get off later. You look in the mirror, working out how to do your hair and makeup. You decide to tease your hair, inhaling a noxious cloud of hairspray as you go. You smoke out your eyes, and add a light amount of foundation. You finish it off with a bright red lip, making sure to dab off the excess so it won't end up on your teeth. You add simple gold jewelry to accessorize, nothing too flashy that would distract from the dress. Finally, you step into some shiny black heels. You inspect yourself in the mirror, satisfied with your work.

"Are you ready yet, Y/N?" Steve asks impatiently, knocking on your door.

"Yep! Come in and have a look!" You say excitedly. Steve opens the door, and his jaw drops when he sees you. You beam at him, spinning in a small circle. "What do you think, Stevie?"

"I think you're gonna be at the top of every guy's list tonight." He stares at you dumbly, almost drooling. "Including mine."

"In your dreams, Harrington! You're more like a brother to me than anything. Is that what you're wearing?" You point at his simple pairing of jeans and a button-up shirt. "It's almost the same as what you wore to school today. Oh, God. Am I overdressed?" You ask, freaking out that you've gone overboard and look like an idiot.

"No! No, no. I mean, yes, I'm wearing this. But you aren't overdressed, I promise! The girls always dress better than the guys, you look perfect." He can't stop gawking at you, and your cheeks burn bright pink.

"If you say so." You grin at him, eager to get over to the house of whoever the fuck 'Reefer Rick' is.

When Steve pulls up to the house by Lover's Lake, you see the party is in full swing. People making out on the hoods of cars, some puking into the nearby bushes, others smoking weed and cigarettes. There's also a keg out front with people taking turns chugging from it. The whole atmosphere feels so overwhelming, you can’t help wondering if this is a mistake. "If you even think of backing out now, when you look like that, I will never forgive you." Steve is onto you, almost like a damn mind reader.

"Alright! It was just a passing thought, nothing more. Let's get this over with." You sigh, stepping out into the cool night air. Steve takes your hand to assist you, the gravel underfoot makes your heels unsteady. Once inside, he lets you go to find some booze for you both to drink. You take an empty spot on a nearby couch to plop down on, crossing one leg over the other. There's so many people here, it must be everyone from school flooding this place. The atmosphere is warm and electric, and reeks of beer.

You spectate the people around you, watching them grind against each other to the music blasting through the house. Lots of conversations around the space echo against the walls, creating a cacophony of voices. There's a girl in the corner crying. Other girls surround her, you assume her boyfriend did something wrong. There's a line of people waiting for the bathroom, and pairs going upstairs to have sex. As you look around the house to observe the scene, you feel a pair of eyes burning into you. Someone next to you on the couch finds you very interesting.

"My, my. If it isn't Y/N Y/L/N." You hear a voice belonging to those eyes say to you. You turn to look at who's speaking to you, locking eyes with the one and only Eddie Munson.

You flash him a fake smile, unamused by his greeting. "Hello there, freak. What do you want?" You and Eddie had never gotten along in school, you hated how smug he was about everything. He was such a wastoid back then, and it seems like nothing has changed.

"Hey, now. Put the claws away, pussycat. You still hate me, huh?" He smirks at you, scooting a bit closer. You cross your arms, facing forward.

"Yes. So what are you doing here? You don't even go to the college. You dropped out like the loser you are." You say spitefully, spitting venom with your words.

"Ouch, someone's in a mood this evening." He leans in closer to speak in your ear. "I think I have something that could help with that." You freeze up at his words, shocked at how forward he is.

You face him again, and you notice he's very close to you. Like, kissing distance close. He glances at your lips, and you can't help swallowing hard at the proximity. "Yeah, like I'd ever fuck an asshole like you. Maybe when Hell freezes over." You stand up off the couch to go find Steve, he’s taking too long with the drinks. You push your way through the crowd, looking for his signature mop of hair. You don't even realize Eddie is following close behind you until you find Steve in the kitchen. He's chatting up some girl with blonde hair and a skimpy dress, she's definitely his type.

You step up to the counter where all the alcohol is being kept, finding an empty cup to pour some vodka into. Eddie sidles up next to you, still smirking. "Ya know, Y/N, I wasn't even talking about sex. I just figure a tight-ass like you could do with some pot, or coke, if that's your thing. But I like your suggestion a whole lot more." He grabs his own cup, pouring himself some tequila. You down your drink in one gulp, hissing at the burn running down your throat. "Well, seems like maybe you don't need my services after all. Have a good night, Y/N. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He says slyly, leaving you alone as he sips from his cup.

"What are you, my mother?" You mutter to yourself once Eddie's out of earshot. You pour yourself another drink, and walk over to Steve.

"Oh, hey! There you are!" Steve says nonchalantly.

"Here I am! I thought you were bringing me a drink, Steve!" You scowl at him, not paying attention to the girl he's talking to.

"Is this your girlfriend?" She asks him, seemingly threatened by you.

"Nah, she's just my roommate. She's like a sister to me, really." He acts cool, and it makes the girl swoon.

"Well, got my own drink now." You hold up your cup.

"Hey, uh, I noticed Munson was talking to you. What's that about?" Steve asks, concerned.

"He's just being the same jerk he's always been. He was trying to give me drugs. I told him I wasn't interested, so he fucked off." You sip your vodka, trying to drown the annoyance and frustration that Eddie’s stirred up in you.

"Okay, if you say so. He wouldn't be a bad choice for a one-time thing though. He's the freak, after all. He may have flunked out of school, but he's probably an ace in the sack." He chuckles at the thought. You cross your arms, for him to even suggest that you sleep with Eddie makes you want to vomit.

"Well, if you think he's so great, why don't YOU sleep with him!?" You shout, drawing the attention of a few partygoers surrounding you. You pour more alcohol for yourself, storming off to sulk in a corner. You lean against the wall, watching everyone have a good time except for you. Some random guy walks up to you, asking you to dance with him. He's pretty handsome, and he seems polite enough. You catch Eddie's eyes on you again, and you smirk in his direction as you accept the man's offer to dance.

The two of you head to the makeshift dance floor, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. His hands go to your waist, and you move sensually to the music. You turn your back to him when the pace picks up, rubbing your ass into his crotch as he holds you close. You drink more from your cup, beginning to feel a decent buzz. You see Eddie again, staring at you while talking to some other girl. He smirks when you notice him, obviously flirting with the girl to make you jealous. But jealous of what, exactly?

You down the rest of your drink, tossing the cup to the floor. You maintain eye contact with the metalhead, beginning to run your hands over your body suggestively. We'll see who the jealous one really is, you think to yourself. Eddie takes that as his cue to move in closer to the random girl, stroking her arm as he tells a joke. They laugh together, and it makes your smile fall away. You can't believe it, you're actually upset by this? But why? You hated each other in school, and you still do now. Great, he's tormenting you, just like the old days.

Eddie's eyes flick to yours again, noticing your reaction. You scowl at him, turning back around to grab onto the guy you're dancing with. You decide to run your hands down his chest, to his belt, to his crotch. You're just ghosting over him, nothing substantial. The man looks at you, liking the signals you're giving him. You couldn't care less about him, you don't even remember his name. Jack…Jim, maybe? It’s something stupid, and you don't care to know it. But you flash him a smile as you rotate together.

Now you see Eddie kissing the other girl, his hands running up and down her sides as their lips move against each other. You scoff. He's un-fucking-believable. Two can play at this game. You quickly pull Jack/Jim's head to you, smashing your lips onto his. His hands instantly go to your ass, squeezing it firmly. You don't feel a thing for him at all, you're just so worked up by this unspoken game that Eddie's playing with you. You break away from the kiss, looking to see what the fucker is up to now.

The other girl is gone now, storming off with an angry look on her face. Eddie's staring at you, making his way to the stairs. He beckons you over with a finger, confident that you'll follow him. Your mouth sits agape, surprised at him thinking he's going to win you over by kissing someone else. He walks up the stairs, going into one of the rooms alone. He's waiting for you. You scoff, thinking about how much of an ass he is. You'll go up there alright, to give him a piece of your mind.

"What's wrong?" Jack/Jim asks, confused at the look on your face.

"I, uh, gotta go. Sorry, I'm not feeling so good." You try your best to brush him off, wanting to go tear Eddie a new asshole.

"Oh, okay. I can help you if you want." You feel a little bad, this guy seems nice enough. And you just used him to make another man jealous. How childish.

"No, please. It's not gonna be pretty, I promise. Maybe I'll see you later though, Jack." You guess at his name.

"It's Jerry." He says, shocked at your sudden motivation to leave.

"Right. Sorry." You give him an apologetic look, before pushing your way through the crowd of dancing bodies. You stomp your way upstairs, opening each door in the hall angrily. Most of the rooms are empty, except for one with a couple loudly fucking in it. You quickly shut the door, apologizing briefly to the people inside. There's one room left at the very end of the hall, Eddie has to be in that one. You walk to the door, cautiously turning the handle and swinging it open.

You shriek as Eddie pulls you inside and quickly shuts the door. The room is dimly lit by arty neon lights on the walls, casting a purple glow on everything inside. He pushes you against the door, before clicking the lock. He's got a hand planted on either side of your head against it, and he's staring deeply into your eyes. His breath fans against your face, smelling of tequila. You crinkle your nose at it. "I see you've accepted my invitation." He grins at you, satisfied that you've played right into his hands.

"If it was an invitation to kick your ass, then sure. What the fuck is wrong with you? Using that girl to try to make me jealous? You really are a dick, you know that?" You yell in his face, but his look doesn't waver.

"Well, last time I checked, you started it. You didn't care about that guy at all, you just wanted to get under my skin." He says calmly. You know he's right, but you don't want to admit it. "Come on, princess. Tell me, why do you hate me so much?" He asks, his eyes growing softer. It’s an odd look on him, and annoyingly…cute.

"I-I don't know. I guess I was...jealous." You force the words from your lips, for the longest time you’ve never wanted to be honest with yourself about how Eddie made you feel. His eyes widen at your comment.

"Jealous? Whatever for?" He asks, genuinely curious to know what you mean.

"Well, you know. You're a freak, but you don't care. You went around doing what you wanted, being yourself. I never was brave enough to do that." You feel silly holding a grudge over something like this, he must think you're the freak now.

"True, but it didn't exactly make me a popular person, Y/N. Quite the opposite actually." He backs away from you a bit, letting you breathe. "I'm sorry you felt that way. Really. I wish you would've told me before, though." He says thoughtfully.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Why?"

"Because I may have had a major crush on you. But you always acted like you were too good for me. You probably are too good for me if I'm being honest. You know, if anyone should be holding a grudge, it should be me." He laughs, finding the whole situation so ridiculous. Your eyes widen at his confession, you'd never realized he had feelings for you. He sits on the edge of the bed in the room, placing his hands in his lap. "What?" He asks, weirded out by the look on your face.

You walk over to him without saying another word. You stand in front of him, putting your hands on his shoulders. He just stares at you as you move, unsure of what you're up to. You put a knee onto the bed, then the other in order to straddle him. His hands instinctively go to your waist, resting there respectfully. You gaze into his eyes, batting your lashes at him. The energy in the room instantly changes. It's no longer angry and tense, but burning with electrified lust. You bring your lips real close to his, parting your mouth slightly. "Do you still have that crush, Eddie?" You whisper at him seductively.

"It never stopped, Y/N." He replies, shocked at your attraction to him. Never in a million years did he think you'd be with him like this. He'd thought about it many times, even dreamt about it. But here you are, in the flesh, on his lap. You close the gap between you, putting your lips against his. He moans into the kiss, and you bite his bottom lip. He lets your tongue in, using his own to fight for dominance. You put up a good fight, but Eddie wins out. You break away for a moment, your breath shuddering slightly. Eddie's a really good kisser, it's intoxicating. "So I guess Hell is freezing over, huh?" He says cheekily.

"Oh, shut up, smartass." You quip before kissing him again, rougher this time. Your hands wander into his hair, and you can't resist pulling on it. He moans at the action, prompting you to do it again.

"Jesus, Y/N. Take it easy on the mane, will ya?" He says, breathing heavily.

"Sorry, it sounded like you enjoy it." You blush, feeling bad for hurting him.

"Oh, I do. Just be careful, hm? I'd like to not go bald before I'm thirty." He says lowly, before reaching behind you to unzip the collar of your dress. He exposes your neck, planting wet kisses to it. His teeth worry the flesh, leaving dark purple marks behind.

"Shit, Eddie. That feels really good." You sigh, leaning your head to the side to give him better access. He keeps peppering you with kisses and love bites, drawing many moans from your lips in the process. You start to grind yourself into Eddie, feeling his cock quickly growing beneath you. He groans at your movements, biting down on your throat harshly. "Fuck!" You cry out, pushing yourself down even harder onto him. You're getting wet very quickly, every move of Eddie's turns you on more and more.

"Mmm, you make such sexy noises, princess." Eddie murmurs against your skin. He looks at you, his pupils blown out with desire. "You look fuckin’ gorgeous by the way. Forgive me for not mentioning it before."

"It's alright, I didn't really give you the chance. But thank you, I put a decent amount of work into it." You say as you maintain eye contact with him.

"Well, it would be such a shame to ruin it. Unless you want me to." He suggests playfully, his hands grabbing your ass.

You moan again, continuing the movement of your hips on him. "I would like nothing more than to have you absolutely wreck me." You lean in to take his earlobe between your teeth, pulling it slightly before letting go. His breath hitches, and his hands grip you tighter.

"Don't mind if I do." He chuckles, before unzipping the side of your dress. The fabric falls down to your hips, leaving your tits exposed to Eddie's gaze. "Beautiful." He breathes out, reaching up to touch your breasts. He massages them in his hands, and your head falls back in pleasure. He brings his lips to your chest, kissing every inch of flesh he can reach.

"Oh, Eddie." You moan out, running your fingers through his hair as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasp, pulling on his frizzy locks again. He groans at your touch, biting the sensitive bud. "Fuck!" You yelp, and Eddie stops attacking your flesh to look at you.

"Sorry, you alright?" He asks, worried that he went too far.

"I'm okay, just wasn't expecting it." You stand up, letting your dress fall to the floor. You step out of it, standing only in your lace panties and high heels. You're about to step out of your shoes, when Eddie stops you.

"No, keep those on. They're really hot." He says sheepishly, stroking your thigh with the back of his hand. "Lay down for me, baby." You do as he says, and he gets off the end of the bed. He's still fully clothed, slowly stripping off his layers. You lay back on the pillows, watching Eddie reveal himself to you. He takes off his shoes first, then his jackets. He pulls his t-shirt over his head, exposing his tattoos. You drink in his form, taking in his slim yet toned arms and chest. There's a trail of hair below his belly button that disappears into his jeans, you bite your lip as you devour him with your eyes. He undoes his belt, and unzips his pants. He pulls them down, leaving only his boxers behind. He climbs onto the bed, crawling over to you.

"Hey there, handsome." You say to him as he leans over you, taking his lips onto yours. You run your hands along his arms, down his chest. You drag your nails on his skin, and he moans at the contact. One of Eddie's hands grabs your tit, squeezing it firmly. The other rubs your pussy through your panties. You whine into his mouth, savoring every sensation he gives you. He continues to stroke your folds, feeling how wet you are through the thin fabric.

Eddie pulls your panties down, tossing them to the floor. You spread your legs for him, and his fingers are back on your cunt to fully feel you. He rubs circles around your clit, before putting a finger inside you. You moan loudly down his throat, your back arching off the bed. He pumps in and out of you teasingly, curling his finger just so to make you melt. He adds another, picking up the pace. You break away from his lips, letting out a stream of curses and moans as he works you up. "You like that, Y/N? Shit, you're so wet for me." He says quietly, looking deep into your eyes.

"It feels so good, Eddie. But I think I want something else." You reply, palming his dick through his boxers. His breath hitches as you stroke him, you can feel him growing in your hand. He pulls his last layer off, letting his cock spring free. You quickly grab it again, working him in your palm. You both wind each other up, setting the room on fire. You're breathing heavily, anticipation building within you rapidly. You want him inside you so badly, you almost want to scream. You look at him, stroking his cheek with your free hand. He meets your eyes, mirroring your desperate expression with his own. "Fuck me, Eddie. Please." Your grip tightens on his length, making him groan.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." He says with a smirk, taking his fingers out of you. You whine at the loss, watching him suck your arousal off his digits. He moans at the taste, making you shudder. "You taste so good, Y/N." He says, moving your hand off of his cock. He rubs it against your folds, pushing you even further. You both moan at his actions, your blood begins to boil inside your veins. You're so turned on, you can barely stand it.

"Eddie, please stop teasing. I can't take it, I need you inside me." You practically beg, hating how needy you sound.

"I love it when you beg, baby." He purrs, slowly pushing his dick into your pussy. He mutters swears under his breath at how tight you are, and you moan as he fills you up. He gives you a moment to adjust, and you wrap your legs around him to signal that you're ready. He pulls out slowly, before slamming back into you.

"Eddie!" You cry out. He hit your g spot perfectly, and you want him to do it again. He repeats the action, knocking the wind out of you. Eddie thrusts into you a third time, making you dig your heels into his back. He groans, stopping for a moment. He grabs your legs, bending them over your stomach, your knees going around his shoulders. He rams into you again, making you scream at the new angle.

"Is this comfortable for you, baby? I don't want to hurt you." Eddie says, concerned about your enjoyment over anything else.

"Yes, it's really good. Please, keep going." You pant out, enjoying the compromising position he's put you in. He gently kisses you again, before taking on a harsh pace as he moves inside you. "Jesus, fuck." You mutter out, feeling a knot of pleasure tying itself inside you. Eddie relentlessly hits your sweet spot with every thrust, pushing you closer to your orgasm.

He keeps eye contact with you while saying the filthiest things you've ever heard. "You're so fucking wet and tight for me. You're taking me so well, such a good little slut." Your bodies slick over with sweat, smelling of booze and lust. His words fuel the fire, driving you closer to the edge. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, to have you moaning underneath me while I fuck you into next week."

"Do you dream about me? Or think about me while touching yourself?" You ask as you moan, you've never been with a man who's so vocal before. But you fucking love it.

"All the time, Y/N. I like to picture you on your knees, or riding me. Fuck, nothing compares to the real thing, though." He groans, feeling his own high quickly approaching. "I'm guessing you haven't done the same, but that's alright." Eddie can't help sounding a little disappointed about that idea.

"I wouldn't say that, Eds. You may have made an appearance in the occasional dream." You slyly smile at him as he continues to pound into you. His eyes widen, in disbelief.

"Oh, really?" He asks, unconvinced.

"Yes, really. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't also occasionally fantasize about you, either. Although I was kinda awful to your face, nobody can resist a bad boy, Eddie." You pant out, feeling the knot growing tighter. Your hands ball up the blankets beneath you, trying to hold on to something.

"God, you're unbelievable. You're lucky you're pretty, and that I'm already balls deep inside you." He chuckles, wanting to go even faster. He's tempted to make you pay for making him feel like you hated him when you didn't.

"I'm sorry, Eddie. Really, but it's not like you didn't do or say anything back to me. But if it'll make you feel better, you can fuck me even harder. Punish me for being such a bitch to you, if you want." You can't believe the things either of you are saying, this all feels like a surreal dream. But clearly you both feel strongly for each other, despite how stubborn you seem to be.

He grins at you, eager to take you up on your offer. He pulls out of you a moment. "Get on your hands and knees, Y/N." You flip over, putting your ass in the air for him as you lean on your elbows. He smacks your butt roughly, and you moan at the sting. "Fuck, you're such a dirty whore." Eddie grabs your hips, shoving his cock back into you.

"Oh, fuck." You choke out the words, holding onto the pillow for dear life as Eddie drills into you even harder than before. The slapping of skin fills the room, harmonizing with both your moans and dirty words. He's going at an almost inhuman pace, chasing your highs like his life depends on it. His balls slap against you, you swear you can feel them tightening. "Keep going, Eddie. I'm so close, make me cum." You beg him again, not caring about your desperate tone anymore.

"You're such a needy little slut, begging like that. Maybe I should stop, just to spite you." He slows down a little, threatening to deny you when you're so close to the edge.

"Eddie, please! Don't stop, I'm so close. Fuck me harder, until I can't walk if you want. I don't care, just for the love of God, don't stop." You're almost crying, he's gotten you so hot and bothered that if he stops now you might just implode.

"Shit, you're seriously so fucking hot right now. I'll give you what you want, baby. Be a good girl for me." He speeds up again, catching you by surprise. You can barely speak, thoughts can't form in your mind anymore. The only thing that matters right now is having Eddie make you cum, and for you to do the same for him. The knot inside you is threatening to snap, and your moans only get louder. Eddie reaches a hand down to your clit, rubbing it in quick circles. "Cum for me, darling." He says, his words causing you to topple over the edge.

"Oh, God!" You yell as your orgasm rips through you. Your legs shake uncontrollably, and your walls clamp down on Eddie's cock. He groans as he's pushed over the edge too, his load filling you up in thick white ropes. He keeps thrusting through your highs, prolonging the stars in your vision. After a few more thrusts, he stops moving, panting loudly. You both collapse onto the bed, his body laying on top of yours with his dick still inside you. You lay here a moment, trying to catch your breath.

"Well, that was fun." Eddie blurts out. You both laugh, your bodies shuddering from your sweat turning cold. He gets off of you, pulling out slowly. You wince at the motion, feeling sore. "You okay? I didn't go too hard, did I?" He strokes your back, worried that he's hurt you.

You roll over slowly, looking in his eyes. "I'm okay, Eddie. I asked you to go harder, didn't I? Sure, I'll be a bit bruised and stumbling out of here, but it's what I wanted." You smile reassuringly at him, poking his chest playfully.

"If you say so, Y/N. Shit, and they say I'm a freak." You share a laugh again. "Let me help you get dressed." You sit up at the end of the bed, watching him pick up your panties and your dress. You slip the lace underwear back on, hissing at the soreness between your legs. "I really did a number on you, huh?" He says in a guilt-laced tone. Whether you asked for it or not, he feels bad for being so rough with you. "I'm sorry, princess." Your eyes snap to his, your brows knitted together.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, I promise. I appreciate the concern, though." You sigh, unable to keep looking at him when he's got that expression on his face. He helps you stand up, but you stumble in your heels.

"Here, take those off. You don't wanna break an ankle." He slips the shoes off your feet, setting them on the bed. He helps you up again, assisting you at stepping back into your dress. He pulls it up your body, zipping it tight. "There we are, all pretty again." He smiles at you, holding your hand. Eddie sits you down again, redressing himself.

You pick at your fingers, worried about what this means for you both. Shit, it might not even mean anything. This is probably a one-time thing for you, just two ships passing in the night. You doubt he wants to see you again. You're just his revenge fuck, nothing more. "So, I'm guessing you don't want to see me again. Or want me to tell anyone about this."

He finishes getting dressed, looking at you curiously. "When did I say that?"

"I mean, you didn't. I just assumed." You shrug your shoulders, sighing.

"Hm, I thought we'd learned our lesson about assumptions after...you know." He says, gesturing at the bed.

"Old habits die hard, I guess." You chuckle wryly, still looking down. You feel Eddie sit beside you, his arm going around your shoulders. His other hand lifts your chin up to face him.

"Y/N, if I haven't made it clear already, I really like you. And it seems you also like me. So, quit being a little shit and give me your phone number, ‘kay?" He smirks at you, pulling a pen out of his jacket pocket. He hands it to you, and holds out his palm for you to write on.

"You sure know how to sweet-talk a woman." You giggle, rolling your eyes. You take the pen from him, holding his hand tightly as you write on it. "Oh, by the way, Steve Harrington is my roommate. So if he picks up, don't go thinking I'm sleeping around!"

"Steve, huh? I can't say I'm not a little threatened by that."

"No, no. He's just a friend, like a brother, really. He actually ditched me to talk to some slut, he was supposed to bring me a drink from the kitchen. But I ended up with you instead." You tease.

"Damn, well I'd never ditch you, Y/N. But it's good to know I won't have any competition with him." He leans in to kiss you, cupping your cheek as his plush lips touch yours. You kiss him back, your mouths moving against each other gently. The air between you is different now. It's no longer saturated with lust, but with the promise of a budding romance. Who would've thought that two people who seemed to hate each other could evolve into passionate lovers?

Pt. 2/2

After the party, Eddie calls you as he's itching to see you again. He takes you to a nice restaurant, and you have some extra risky fun for dessert…

You and Eddie break away from your kiss to breathe, smiling kindly at each other. You don't want to leave, but it sounds like the party has died down outside, and Steve is probably searching for you. "Sounds like we missed the rest of the party." You say quietly, holding Eddie's hand.

"We had plenty of fun on our own, Y/N. Parties aren't all they're cracked up to be, well, except this time." He's apprehensive to stand, knowing you'll have to go home soon. But it's getting late, and he figures Steve is waiting for you, worried you'd gotten snatched by a creep. "C'mon, angel. It's time to go, I'll escort you to find Harrington." You both stand together, still holding hands. You carry your heels in your free hand, and Eddie leads you to the door.

"Hopefully Steve didn't leave me here." You say, wondering what he's been up to this whole time. Maybe he hooked up with that girl from the kitchen.

"Well, if he did I can always drive you home, Y/N." Eddie replies as his hand turns the knob. He pulls the door open, and the two of you are greeted with loud cheers and whooping. As many people as could fit in the hallway outside the room are packed like sardines to catch you in the act. Your eyes widen, and your cheeks turn a bright crimson. You look to Eddie, mentally asking him what's going on and what to do. But he has no answer for you, just a nervous smile.

"Way to go, Munson!" A random guy cheers in the crowd.

"Can I have a turn with her now?" Another asks, drawing roaring laughter from the onlookers. So many pairs of eyes are staring at you, you want to run and hide. This is so embarrassing, but your feet are glued to the carpet beneath you.

"Y/N, come on." A mysterious hand grabs your arm, pulling you and Eddie through the mass of bodies. You realize it's Steve coming to your rescue, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You hold tight to Eddie to make sure he isn't left behind, trying your best to ignore the onslaught of nasty comments everyone's making to you and about you. "Get out of the way!" Steve calls out as he pushes a clear path for you.

"You're such a buzzkill, Harrington!" Another drunk asshole shouts. You reach the stairs, luckily they're mostly clear so you can travel down them quickly and safely. Steve keeps pulling you all the way to the front door, out into the cool air of the night. He finally lets you free from his grasp, turning to you.

"I see you took my advice, Y/N. I knew you had it in you!" He gushes, proud of you embracing your inner slut.

"Yeah, yeah. I will admit though, I don't think I want it to be a one-time thing, Steve." You try to whisper to him, but it's a bit difficult for Eddie to not hear you when you're still holding his hand in an iron grip.

"I can hear you, ya know. Plus, I have no intention of letting you go, especially now that I have your phone number." He flashes his palm with the digits scrawled on his flesh. He grins slyly, teasing you again.

"Keep it up, freak. I'll lick it off and then you'll be shit outta luck." You retort, sticking out your tongue to emphasize your point. He just scoffs at you.

"Too late, I've already memorized it. But you'd better put that back in your mouth, unless you intend to use it." He leans into you real close, just about to try to snap his teeth at you.

"Alright, that's enough. Cool it before you make me barf." Steve scrunches his face at the two of you, unamused by your antics.

"Aw, is Stevie jealous?" Eddie taunts, not quite done being a smartass.

"Not at all, dickwad. It's just late, and I'd like to get some sleep at some point. Y/N, are you coming with me or staying with him?" Steve asks, he always gets grouchy when he's tired.

"Relax, Steve. I'll go home with you, just wait in the car for me. I'll be there in a minute." You look at him purposefully, trying to hint at him that you want to say goodbye, privately. He thankfully picks up on it, nodding and going to his car to wait for you. Once he's out of earshot, you turn to Eddie. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, getting real close. "Hey." You say quietly.

"Hey." He replies, his hands going to your waist. "I guess this is Goodnight then, hm?" He asks, smiling although disappointed that the night has come to an end.

"Yeah, it is. But you've got my number, you can call me anytime, baby. And I hope you do, cuz I really wanna see you again." You raise your knee to graze his crotch to emphasize your words. He groans at your touch, gripping you harder.

"Damn, if this is the way you say goodbye, I can't wait to see how you say hello." He closes the gap between you, kissing you deeply. You're feeling warm again, despite the fall air nipping at your flesh. Your mouths move against each other languidly, tongues doing the tango. You wish you could stay like this forever, his lips are so soft and plush, and they make you feel safe and warm. But Steve has other ideas, honking loudly at you. You break away, startled by the horn.

"Well, that's my cue to leave. But please, call me. Then I can show you exactly how I say hello." You peck his lips again, backing away. "Goodnight, Eddie. I'll see you again soon, I'm sure."

"You definitely will. Get some sleep, Y/N. And do me a favor and dream about me?" He smirks again, his hands going behind his back.

"It's a date." You reply, giggling as you walk to the car. You turn away from Eddie, pulling open Steve's passenger door. "That was a little rude, Steve." You say to him, not really that bothered by it.

"Sorry, my uh...hand slipped." He says groggily. You roll your eyes, not buying his shit excuse for one second. "So, you gonna date the freak?" He asks, a wee bit too concerned about your personal life.

"Yes, well... I'm not sure if he wants to date. He might just want sex, which I don't mind, he's very good at it." You shrug, glancing out the window.

"Ugh, gross. I don't need to hear that. But he'd be an idiot to just have you as a fuck-buddy." He glances at you, concerned that you're unsure where you stand with Eddie. Steve is far from Munson's biggest fan, but he wants you to be happy.

"Thanks, Steve. I appreciate the concern. Did you end up fucking that girl you were with earlier?" You ask, the conversation had been so focused on you, you felt bad for not asking how his night went.

"Oh, nah. We just weren't clicking." He says, blowing off your question.

"Last time I checked, Steve, that's not the point of hooking up at a party. You don't have to 'click', as long as your junk can mush together correctly." His demeanor is confusing you, he never turns down a lay. "Are you alright, dude?" You ask as he puts the car into drive.

"I'm fine!" He snaps, startling you. He sighs, feeling guilty for his outburst. "Sorry, I'm fine. I'm just...jealous, I guess." Your eyes widen, surprised by his confession. You're about to ask him to elaborate, when he keeps talking. "I'm just...struggling to find a connection with somebody. I thought I had one with Nancy, but she's with Jonathan now. And Robin is gay, as you know. I'm sick of hook-ups, and I'm worried that I'll never find my perfect person." Your heart breaks for him, wishing you could do more to help him.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I'm not meaning to throw my thing with Eddie -whatever that is- in your face. I know you'll find somebody worthy of you soon enough. You're a great guy, Steve. You're kind, and funny, and you care a lot about those around you. She's out there somewhere, you just haven't found her yet." He nods in agreement, smiling weakly at you. "Cheer up, buttercup. You always have your friends to support you. Now, let's go home, I can hear my pillow calling to me." You laugh, and he joins you. The mood lightens inside the vehicle, and you spend the rest of the drive joking around like you always do.

When you get back to the apartment, you don't even bother to take off your dress, or makeup. The second your head hits the pillow, you're out like a light. You wake up the next morning to the sound of the phone ringing, groaning as your head pounds from last night's activities. You didn't drink that much, but alcohol always manages to give you a headache the next day. You push yourself off the bed, wincing at the dull pain between your legs. Steve’s left for his shift at Family Video already, leaving you alone on this fine Saturday. You try to make it to the phone in the living room, but you miss it just as the final ring blares into your ears.

You slump onto the couch, still wearing your outfit from last night, makeup smudged all over your face. You're about to fall back to sleep, when the phone rings once again to startle you. You grab it from its cradle, straining to speak. "H-hello?" You manage to croak out, clearing your throat.

"Hey, Y/N. It's Eddie, you doing alright?" Eddie asks, concerned that you sound sick.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, hey, Eddie. Um, I'm fine, I just woke up. What can I do for you?" You pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers, trying to fully join the waking world.

"Oh, did I disturb your beauty sleep? I'm sorry, princess." He says sympathetically, though you're not sure how sorry he actually is.

"It's alright, I probably slept too late anyways. Haven't even looked at a clock yet." You glance at the one hanging in the kitchen, 11:30am, Jesus christ. "Fuck, it's late. I knocked out as soon as I got home. You really wore me out, I'm still feeling it actually.” You adjust uncomfortably on the couch, unable to sit properly. He chuckles at your last comment.

"You poor thing. Well, I was calling to see if you're free tonight. But only if you're up for it." Eddie can never resist a tease.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you, Munson?" You reply cheekily, loving the idea of seeing him again.

"'Fraid not, but can you blame me? You're the most beautiful, sexy woman I've ever seen. So, whattaya say, Y/N?" He sounds so sure you'll say yes, he sure is a smug one isn't he?

"No." You say simply, taking him by surprise. "At least, not until you tell me exactly what you had in mind. Are you looking for a fuck, or a date?" He scoffs at your bold move, he's truly met his match.

"Obviously a date, sweetheart. What kind of man do you take me for?" His faux offense makes you giggle. "I was thinking...Enzo's? The yuppie Italian place?" You gasp at his suggestion, surprised he wants to take you somewhere so nice.

"That sounds great! Wait, isn't there a dress code? Do you even own nicer clothes, Eddie?" You poke fun at him once again, earning a hearty laugh from the other end.

"Believe it or not, I do. I'm not offended by your surprise, though. I assure you I'm just full of them. I'll pick you up at 7, and bring your appetite, darling." His emphasis on certain words sends a chill up your spine as his voice flows directly into your ear. It'll prove quite difficult to keep your hands above the table, so to speak. You give him your address, anticipation for this evening already building inside you. "I'll see you tonight, baby."

"Yeah, see you tonight, Eds." You say quietly before hanging up. You shriek in excitement, eager to tell Steve about your date. You pick the phone up again, dialing the video store. Robin picks up, grilling you about the party last night. Steve must have told her everything he knew, she sadly missed out due to having a project to finish for anatomy. She asks a few questions about Eddie, how he was in bed, etc. You tell her whatever she wants to know, before relaying to her that you have a date with the metalhead tonight. She screams into the phone, and you hear Steve in the background asking what's going on. She tells him about the date, and he sounds sad about it. Perhaps it was better that Robin picked up instead of Steve. She asks if you wanna speak to him, but you decline. You feel guilty for even thinking to let him know about it, it'd be like rubbing it in his face.

You hang up the phone again, deciding to take a nice hot bath to wash last night off of you. Your eyelashes keep sticking together from the leftover mascara, and your hair is a tangled mess. Hopefully you can manage to sort yourself out in the next seven hours. You run the bath, pouring in some soaking salts you got from your Mom this past Christmas. You brush your teeth at the sink as water fills the tub, observing how truly fucked you look right now. It's like someone took a windshield wiper to your face, dragging your makeup across one side of it. You groan, turning away from the horror in the mirror once you spit out your toothpaste.

Your body slips into the hot water nice and easy, you moan as it soothes your aching muscles. You're hoping this is enough to help you recover for a potential round two with Eddie, although you know this won't magically fix the problem. You make a mental note to take some aspirin once you get out of the tub, and you definitely need to eat something. You submerge your head under the water, scrubbing away the remnants of the party from your skin. You stay under as long as you can, trying to scrape off as much old makeup as possible.

A couple hours go by, and you've finished your bath, taken some painkillers, and managed to eat a light lunch. Now you're sitting in your room, surrounded by all your dresses splayed out on the bed as you struggle to pick one for tonight. Your hair lays damp at your shoulders, and you've been sitting in a towel this whole time. You hear Steve coming home from his shift, it's around 3pm now. "Hey, Y/N. I'm home, brought some new releases for the week." He calls from the living room, you hear the clatter of videotapes being set on the coffee table.

"Okay!" You call back, unable to focus on anything but the clothes piled around you. Steve's footsteps tap down the hallway, and he knocks on your door. "Come in, dingus." He enters the room, eyes widening at the sight before him.

"What happened here? Looks like your closet threw up." You glare at him, and he puts his arms up defensively. "Sorry."

"I can't figure out what to wear. Eddie's taking me to Enzo's tonight." You sigh loudly, stressing yourself out.

"Oh, that's nice! I'm glad he's going to take you on a real date, as opposed to...ya know." Steve speaks awkwardly, a sour mood threatening to taint his mind. But he decides to buck up and help you out. He scans the choices you have laid out, his eyes falling on one in particular. "Go with that one, no man can resist a woman in red." He smiles cheekily, flashing reassuring eyes at you as he points out his pick.

You look it over, seeing what Steve is saying. "Thanks, Steve! And you're okay with me going out with him, right? You sounded sad when I talked to Robin earlier." His face falls, he hadn't meant for you to hear that.

"Shit, I didn't think you heard me. And what are you asking me permission for? I'm not in charge of you, alright? I want you to go with him and have a good time, really." He claps a hand on your bare shoulder, trying to drive home the fact that above all else, he's your friend.

"Okay. But I promise not to gloat too hard about how it went later. I wouldn't want to depress you any further." You place your hand over his, looking up at him. He tenses at your touch, but relaxes after a moment. You share a kind smile, patting his hand. "Thanks again, Stevie. You're a good friend. Now, get out unless you wanna see me naked." You laugh, and he retorts back as usual.

"Well...if you're offering." He quips, pretending to yank at your towel.

"STEVE! Get out, you pervert!" You stand up, pushing Steve backwards out of your room. He doesn't protest, letting you lead him as he laughs. Once he's in the hall again, you shut the door and lock it. God, he needs a girlfriend. You clean up the mess on your bed, looking closely at the red dress Steve helped you pick out. It's made entirely of leather, and just low-cut enough in the chest to show off the girls without them falling out. The material hugs your waist and ass just right, with a zipper running down the back. Steve is absolutely right, this one will drive Eddie wild.

The clock reads 6:55, and you've been all set to go for over an hour. Your makeup and hair are perfect, you've got your dress and shoes on. And your purse dangles at your side. Everything is going according to plan, all that's left is for Eddie to show up. You're pacing nervously in the living room, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Steve's heating up a TV dinner for himself, watching the time tick down on the microwave. "You need to relax, Y/N. You keep pacing like that, you'll carve a dip into the floor." Steve says to you absent-mindededly, he's never seen you so nervous about a date. He wanted to be sympathetic, but the sound of your shoes is getting on his nerves.

You stop, plopping down onto the couch while crossing your arms. "Sorry. I'm just anxious about seeing Eddie. I mean, I'm excited, but I've never had anyone take me to Enzo's before." You're about to bite your lip, but you stop yourself as that'll smear your lipstick. You pick at your fingers instead, careful not to chip your nail polish. The clock now reads 6:58, you roll your eyes at it. Steve sits next to you, gingerly placing his dinner on his lap before turning on the TV.

"Everything will be fine, Y/N. He'll be here any minute, I'm sure. He's probably just as nervous as you, more than you even." He gives you a look, begging you to calm down and stop bobbing your knee. You take the hint, putting your hand on it to keep it still. Steve flips through channels, his meal becoming cold as he debates what show to settle on. By the time he picks, the time is 7:10. Eddie's late.

"What if he doesn't show up, Steve? He could very well be getting back at me for being so awful in high school." Your stomach churns at the idea of being stood up, you can't help wondering if all of this is a big joke to Eddie. Steve's eyes flare into anger, snapping to look at you.

"Don't say that, dude. The way he looked at you last night? He's either in love, or a ridiculously talented actor. Though I doubt he is, if he stands you up, I'll beat his ass." He says sternly, meaning every word.

"Oh, yeah, like you could win a fight! And against Eddie? I don't think so." You can see it now, Steve and Eddie duking it out. Steve could land maybe one hit, but Eddie would knock his lights out in no time.

"Okay, rude! But I don't think it'll be necessary, Y/N. He probably can't even read a clock properly." You elbow him at his comment, trying not to smile. "Ow! Jeez, you're mean when you're worried about a guy ditching you."

"He's not stupid, Steve. And honestly, if he did set me up, I'll probably kick his ass myself." You let out a frustrated sigh, daring to look at the clock once more. 7:15. Where the hell is he? You try to focus on the show that's on, but your mind keeps going back to your special little metalhead. You picture him laughing it up with his friends on how he played you so good. Getting you into bed, and pretending to ask you on a date. Only to stand you up so you see how it feels to be treated poorly. Maybe you deserved it.

You're about to give up and crawl back into bed, when the clock strikes 7:20 and you finally hear a knock on the door. Your head perks up, glancing at Steve. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get him!" He nudges you with his shoulder, and you practically launch yourself from the couch. You run to the door, about to yank it off its hinges when you stop yourself. You take a deep breath, shaking your nerves out and smoothing your dress. And you pull the door open to see Eddie leaning in the doorway.

He looks so different, and sexy as all hell. He's wearing a dark red dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a couple of the top buttons left undone. Black slacks adorn his legs, with suspenders to match. His hair is tied back in a thick ponytail, and he's got shiny black shoes on. He's still wearing his signature rings and necklace, but would he really be Eddie without them?

"Sorry I'm late, baby. But I hope these will make up for it." He says smoothly, pulling a beautiful bouquet of roses from behind his back.

"Thank you so much, they're gorgeous! Let me just put them in some water, and then we'll get going. Come in for a second." You quickly walk to the kitchen, pulling out a simple vase to fill up. Eddie walks inside apprehensively, standing with his hands behind his back and teetering on his heels and toes. He notices Steve on the couch, who's eyeing him closely.

"Hey there, Harrington." He nods to Steve, quickly averting his gaze.

"Munson." Steve replies simply, unamused at Eddie's failure at punctuality. He takes a bite from his dinner, eyes not leaving Eddie's general direction. You see him glaring from the kitchen, gasping at him being so rude.

"Knock it off, Steve! Or I'll shove that fork down your fucking throat!" You shout at him, and he dips his head sheepishly. Eddie snickers, trying to stifle his laugh. You walk back over to Eddie once the flowers are situated, and it's here that he finally gets a good look at you. His eyes nearly pop out of his head when he takes in your form. The red of the dress perfectly compliments your smooth skin, and he can't help staring at your tits on display for him. He gulps, struggling to speak. You blush at his obvious appreciation of just how hot you look, taking his hand to snap him out of his trance. "You clean up well, Munson." You say cheekily, looking deep into his eyes.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Y/N. Shall we get going? We have some lost time to make up for." He tries to play it cool, but his stumbling of words blows the image away. You nod, opening the door again for the two of you to step out into the night.

"Bye lovebirds, have fun!" Steve calls to you, enamored by Wheel of Fortune.

"I'll be back late, Steve. Don't wait up." You reply, giggling as you shut the door. Eddie leads you to his van, opening the passenger door for you. "Such a gentleman." You tease, earning a light smack on your ass.

"In some ways, darling. Not so much in others, but you already know that." He winks at you before closing your door, jogging around to the other side. He climbs in, pulling his door shut clumsily. Eddie glances at you, seemingly nervous. "Okay, confession time." Your eyebrow quirks at him, curious what he means by that. "I wasn't late, I was actually a little early. But I spent...I dunno, thirty minutes trying to work up the courage to knock on your door." He laughs, shaking his head at how silly he feels.

"Really? Well, I was worried you'd stood me up. You know, to get back at me for high school." You say sheepishly, looking down at your lap.

"I promise, sweetheart, I would never do such a thing. That shit's in the past, let's just focus on the here and now, deal?" He holds his hand out to you, waiting for you to take it. You do, squeezing tightly as you nod at him. "Alright, I better get this old bitch started. Wouldn't want us to lose our table." He lets you go, putting the van into gear to take you to the restaurant.

You arrive just in time for the reservation Eddie made, 7:30. He holds your hand the whole way inside, and while the waiter leads you to the table. You're about to sit down, when he goes behind you to pull out your chair for you. Damn, he's got the chivalry thing down pat. "Thank you, Eds." You smile as he pushes you in, blushing at him treating you so well. He takes a seat across from you, consciously forcing himself not to slouch in his chair. The waiter comes by with glasses of water, asking what you'd like to drink. "I'll have a dirty martini, please." You say politely to the waiter.

"I'll have the same, thanks." Eddie says nervously, he's clearly uncomfortable in this environment. You'd be lying if you said you aren't as well, you just know how to hide it better. The waiter leaves to retrieve your beverages, and Eddie looks to you anxiously. "So, what exactly did I just agree to drink?"

"I'm honestly not sure, I just heard it on TV once. Sounded grown up, I guess." You can't help giggling, feeling so childish for saying that. Eddie chuckles back, holding his hand out across the table. You put your hand in his, letting him stroke your fingers. "Believe me, I'm just as lost in a place like this as you are. Let's help each other figure out what we want to eat before he comes back, hm?" You open your menus, automatically lost at the names of everything. They're all in Italian, though the descriptions are in english. You both decide to go the easy route and order steak, quickly trying to learn the correct pronunciation as the waiter returns with your drinks.

"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asks, placing your cocktails onto the tablecloth. He's been eyeing the two of you closely, especially Eddie. It seems you don't fit in enough for the staff's liking, their noses trained at the ceiling as they speak to you condescendingly.

Screw ordering in Italian, they'll know damn well what you mean in English. "Yes, I'll have the New York Strip steak with mashed potatoes and steamed corn, please." You're exuding confidence as you speak, though on the inside you're shaking like a leaf. Eddie's eyes bug out as your efforts to sound fancy go out the window, but he picks up on where your head's at. He smirks at you, and you wink back at him.

The waiter is less than enthused, probably expecting every Midwestern asshole that comes in here to struggle to read from the menu for a good laugh. He looks to Eddie, positive that he'll get his sick satisfaction from your date. "And for you, sir?"

"I'll have the same, thank you very much." Eddie replies, an unassuming smile plastered on his face. The waiter frowns, accepting the fact that you've denied him the feeling of superiority over you.

"Very good, it should be ready shortly. Please, let me know if you need anything else." You both nod agreeably at him, and he storms off.

"Nice work, Y/N! You really got under that tight-ass's skin." He laughs, highly impressed by you. The two of you feel much more comfortable now, having taken away the snooty energy of the place. Eddie takes a sip of his drink, making an odd face after he swallows.

"Is it bad?" You ask, before tasting yours. It's definitely strong, and very briny. You don't hate it, but you'd much rather have a vodka cranberry or something. "Well, I wouldn't order it again, but it's not terrible." You decide to down the rest, that way you can get something else.

"Jesus, Y/N. Take it easy." He says teasingly, before mimicking you to finish his own drink. Your glasses sit empty for a while, and you're getting a light buzz. Feeling bold, you slip your foot out of your shoe, lifting it across the underside of the table to graze Eddie's crotch. It takes him by surprise, causing his knee to bang against the wood. It's rather loud as the silverware and glasses bounce a bit, making the other patrons look at you. He waves them away, shooting you a warning look.

"What's wrong, baby? Can't hold your liquor?" You ask, feigning innocence as you continue to rub against him beneath the table. Luckily the cloth goes almost completely to the floor, concealing your actions. He moans quietly, and you feel him hardening inside his pants.

"You're sooooo gonna pay for this later." He says playfully, already planning how to get back at you.

"Oh, I'm counting on it." You grin slyly at him, pressing a little harder. He holds back a groan, wishing he could take you right now in front of everyone. Once the food arrives, you put your foot away. You'll behave until dinner's over, well, mostly. When the waiter walks away again, you lean forward a little, subtly squeezing your tits together with your arms as you cut into your steak.

Eddie takes notice of what you're doing, almost choking on the bite of steak he just took. "Fuck, are you trying to kill me, Y/N?" He says, coughing through his words. Once again, all eyes are on you. You hide your face sheepishly, trying not to laugh at the whole situation. The onlookers return to their meals after a moment, scowling at you.

"Sorry, Eds. I'm just a little eager to get to dessert." You lick your lips salaciously, bringing a piece of meat to your mouth. You pluck it from your fork with your teeth, maintaining eye contact with Eddie the entire time.

"All in good time, darling. You were expecting a real date after all, right?" He looks at you questioningly, wondering if you're just trying to give him what you think he wants.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm nervous, which apparently makes me horny." You roll your eyes at yourself, sighing in an attempt to calm down.

"Don't get me wrong, Y/N. I'm very flattered, but there's no rush. No expectations or anything, 'kay? Let's enjoy our time, get to know each other better. And it's certainly fun to take up space where we clearly aren't wanted, I love making these waiters squirm." He chuckles lowly, highly amused that everyone in here wants so badly to throw him out on his ass. But they can't, because he's a paying customer just like everyone else.

"Very true, they look so funny when they glare." You giggle, taking your time as you eat. You and Eddie spend what feels like hours just talking, asking each other meaningful questions. He's great at conversation, and surprisingly intellectual at times. When the plates are empty, and a couple more drinks disappear, the bill comes around. Eddie doesn't let you see it, eagerly putting a decent amount of cash into the check presenter. "I'm gonna freshen up before we leave, Eds, I'll just be a minute." You stand up, taking your bag as you leave the table. You make a beeline for the ladies' room, going to the mirror to check your lipstick.

The door swings open, and you think nothing of it. Until you hear Eddie's voice speaking to you. "Are you ready for dessert, angel?" He clicks the lock, making sure nobody will interrupt you. He walks over to you, pressing his body against yours before kissing your neck. You feel his erection poking into your ass, and arousal begins to gather between your legs.

"What are you doing in here, Eddie? We could get into trouble." You giggle, not really caring about being caught.

"It'll be fine, baby. Just let me make you feel good." He licks the length of your throat, and you lock eyes with him in the reflection. You moan loudly, his hand snaking around to the front of your dress. He gropes your tits, before turning you to face him. His lips meet yours hungrily, and his hands continue to fondle your chest. You lean against the sink, gripping Eddie's shoulders for balance. His lips leave yours, traveling down your neck, to the valley between your breasts. He nips and sucks your flesh, desperate to mark you as his.

"Oh, Eddie." You sigh blissfully, the booze amplifying his every touch. He stops attacking your tits, lifting you onto the counter. He lowers a hand between your legs, gasping when he realizes you're not wearing any underwear.

"No panties, huh? Such a dirty girl." He grins, kissing you again roughly while running his fingers between your folds. You moan into his mouth, spreading your legs wider for him to put his fingers inside you. He slips them in easily, and immediately pumps them in and out of your cunt rapidly. Your breath catches in your throat, overwhelmed by how fucking hot this all is. At any moment one of the staff could come knocking on the door as patrons complain that the bathroom is locked.

"Eddie." You break away from his lips, almost gasping for air. "I need you, now." You practically beg, grabbing his stiff cock through his pants.

"You sure you don't want me to taste you first? There's so much I want to do to you, but I've barely had a chance." He's almost disappointed, wanting to truly take his time to please you.

"I know, baby. I want that too, but we both know we don't exactly have time on our side here. There'll be other chances for that, but I want you inside me so badly. Please, before we get caught?" You keep palming him through his clothes, ramping him up.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." He purrs, helping you stand before whipping you around. He presses on your back to have you lay against the counter, forcing you to watch yourself as he pushes your skirt up over your ass. He undoes his belt, and pulls his suspenders from his shoulders. Eddie pulls down his pants and boxers, freeing his aching cock. Precum drips from the head, and he spreads it around as he roughly strokes himself. His breath shudders, watching you observe him in the mirror.

You're so wet for him, anticipating his dick filling you up. He teases you first, rubbing himself against your glistening clit. You both moan at the sensation, watching each other's faces change. You're about to ask him to just fuck you already, when he unexpectedly rams his cock into your dripping entrance. "Eddie!" You cry out, gripping the edge of the sink as he pounds his hips against your ass. He slowly pulls out, before slamming back in. He hits your g spot just right, making you want to scream. He keeps going like this, waiting for you to ask for more. It proves difficult though, as every thrust scrambles the thoughts inside your head.

"You're so fuckin' sexy when you're like this, completely at my mercy." He groans, you're so tight and wet for him, it's unreal. Eddie's eyes want to roll to the back of his head, but he maintains his focus. His hands are gripping your hips in an iron hold, and your pelvis digs into the counter with every move he makes. He lowers his torso over yours, speaking into your ear. "If you want me to go faster, you're gonna have to beg for it." He licks your earlobe before biting it, drawing more noises from you.

"Please, baby. Fuck me faster, I need you." You whine, needing him to absolutely demolish you.

"Such a good little slut." He whispers, before snapping his hips into a punishing pace. You can't do anything but moan and cry out Eddie's name, watching his eyes never leave yours as he pierces you again and again. Many lewd noises leave his lips too, but he's still much more under control than you are. "Tell me how good it feels, angel." Eddie doesn't know why, but he wants you to tell him how and what you're feeling.

You struggle to speak, your body is electrified with every brush against your special spot. You want to do as he asks, but it's quite a challenge. You power through regardless, knowing your words will drive him mad. "You feel so good inside me, baby. Your cock hits all the right places, and you make me so wet." You confess to him, watching him lose a little bit of control. You smirk at this small victory, deciding to push him further. "There's nobody like you, Eddie. No one can make me cum like you can. Fuck me harder, I can take it." You're definitely enjoying this little game, watching one another in the mirror as you say the dirtiest things you can think of.

"Careful what you wish for, Y/N. Wouldn't wanna push you too far." Is he really trying to get you to chicken out?

"Believe me, when it's too far, I'll tell you. Now, go faster." You say through gritted teeth, pushing backwards against him to show just how much you want this.

"As you wish, princess." Eddie pounds into you even harder, your hips will certainly have bruises later. You moan so loudly, you're sure the whole restaurant has heard you. But you can't be bothered to give a shit, the pleasure building inside you matters so much more than potentially being thrown out.

"God, you feel so fuckin' good, Eddie. Keep going, just like that." Your words are so addictive to him, every syllable sending strikes of lightning through his body. He's sweating through his shirt, his skin on fire as he keeps plowing into you. Your high is quickly approaching, waves of bliss slowly washing over you. Your pussy starts to clench around Eddie's dick, letting him know just how close you are.

"I can feel you about to lose it, angel. Go ahead, make a mess all over my cock like a good little whore." Eddie smacks your ass, ripping a vulgar sound from your throat. The sting sends a shockwave to your core, pushing you closer to the edge. "You like that? Should I do it again?" He asks, really hoping you say yes. The sound you made almost made him cum right then and there.

"Yes, please!" You cry out, and he happily obliges. He makes contact with your other ass cheek, leaving you severely fucked-out for him. Your eyes bore into his, signaling that just one more will make you come undone.

"You gonna cum, baby? You want me to make you scream so loud the whole restaurant can hear you?" It's proving difficult for Eddie to keep up the pace, his thrusts are getting sloppy as his own orgasm threatens to take hold.

"Yes, God, yes!" He spanks you once again, and it's like you've toppled off a cliff. "Oh, God, oh, FUCK!" You scream, your body combusting from the inside out. Your legs tremble, and your cunt clamps down onto Eddie's length.

"Oh, shit." He chokes out, as his dick empties into your pulsating hole. He keeps thrusting, prolonging your high. You're almost crying, everything feels so fucking good. You can no longer stand on your own, Eddie holds you up as he progressively comes to a halt inside you. He collapses onto your back, his chest rising and falling heavily. Your pussy continues to grip him impulsively, almost refusing to let go. "You were such a good girl for me, Y/N." He says breathily, slowly standing upright to pull out of you. You both groan at how difficult it is, you're hugging him so tight within yourself. "Fuck, sweetheart. Gotta let me out, though it's tempting to stay inside you forever." He chuckles, eventually able to pull away. Your mixed release drips out of your cunt and onto the floor with a 'splat'. "Well, I guess that's a little present for the staff, hm?" You giggle weakly at his comment, unable to stand up straight.

"A little help, Eds? I feel like I'm made of pudding." He quickly pulls his pants back up, putting his suspenders in place. He pulls your dress back down where it belongs, lifting you up to wrap an arm around you. You sling your purse over your shoulder, and it's here that someone comes knocking on the bathroom door.

"Hello, we've had some complaints about somebody locking themselves in the bathroom. Please open the door and vacate the premises." You hear your waiter say on the other side of the door.

Eddie clicks the lock, letting them inside. "Sorry about that, my girlfriend got sick and needed my help. She gets very embarrassed about it, but it must have been something she ate." He says snarkily, leading you out of the bathroom. You pretend to almost throw up as you walk by the angry man, watching his eyes widen in fear.

"V-very well. Come along, before anyone sees you." He frantically leads the both of you to the door, trying to not draw any attention from the other customers. "I hope you feel better, Miss. Have a good evening." He shoos you and Eddie away, hoping to never see the two of you again.

Once you're in the clear, you both bust out laughing in the parking lot. You cannot believe you got away with fucking in a restaurant bathroom, and a fancy one no less. "Nice touch with the fake gagging, Y/N. You're definitely my kind of girl." Eddie holds you close, leaning in for a kiss. You happily meet him in the middle, able to stand mostly steady on your own now. Your lips mesh together tenderly, the warmth of your bodies fighting against the night air biting at your skin.

"And you're just the guy I've been looking for." You reply, snapping his suspenders playfully.

"Ouch!" Eddie says, clearly being sarcastic. "Play nice, Y/N."

"If tonight and the night before is any indication, I'm far from nice." You place your hands on Eddie's chest, moving them upwards seductively. You undo the next couple buttons on his shirt, exposing more of his chest to the cool air. You lower your head to his torso, licking all the way up his chest to his neck. He just watches you wordlessly, taken aback by how aroused you still seem to be. You can go round after round, rough ones too, and just keep begging for more. You bite his neck harshly, marking him as yours. He moans loudly, another tent already forming in his pants. You soothe the purple flesh with your warm tongue, lifting your head to speak in his ear. "So, what do you say, Eddie? You wanna go to round three with a freak like me?"

He's unsure what to say, all he knows is that he's just as hungry for more as you are. He looks at you, his breath fanning over your face. "I thought you'd never ask, sweetheart." He replies with his usual smartassery, leading you to his van to drive somewhere more secluded. If Eddie were a religious man, he'd think he just died and went to heaven.

The end.

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