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When the Fabulous Killjoys had stumbled upon you by some chance of fate, wandering lost and alone as you dragged yourself by foot through Zone 4, you had been nothing but a shell of who you now knew yourself to be. The bold, take-no-shit personality that everyone recognized to be distinctly you used to just be an incredibly scared and untrusting girl. You were painfully cautious around the four for endless months, terrified of all the different bad things that could happen to you if you decided to trust them and let your guard down. Slowly, though, you began to open up and realize that they were nothing but sweethearts who genuinely wanted to help you- even if you couldn’t admit that you needed it. 

After that, you quickly became more friendly and comfortable with them and even began to find your sense of humor. It was nice, getting to live every day with some of the best people you had ever grown to know and love. You began loving your life out in Zone 6. It wasn’t an easy life, but it was one you eventually came to appreciate. Simply, you felt like another one of them, and they made it clear they felt the same. Well, almost all of them. 

Party was different. You couldn’t help but become instantly enamored with them. The leader role they played was inspiring, as you longed for the same kick-ass reputation they had accumulated. Often, you found yourself in awe of how constantly fearless they were. You wondered how they managed to be so lionhearted while the Killjoy life was so arduous. You often admired them and occasionally indulged in some appreciation of their rugged handsomeness that made your knees weak. But, the infatuation didn’t last long. While the others all warmed up to you quickly and took your playful teasing with immense enthusiasm and met it with even more ribbing, Party stayed stone-faced at every comment and took it as if it were an insult to them. You would’ve felt uncomfortable even trying to be funny with them if you didn’t know that Ghoul, Kobra, and Jet all did the exact same. They never seemed to mind when the others did it. It was just when you tried. It evolved into an insanely fun game to annoy them to no end. At some point, though, Party began to fight back, and your attempts to tease them turned into playful verbal fights, and eventually that turned into actual arguments. Their retorts were filled with enough venom to kill a grown man. Of course, you didn’t ever let it show how much their words dug under your skin. They would find slick ways to keep you in their sight 24/7, but criticize everything you did at the same time. You figured it was just a trust problem, and you couldn’t even blame them with the way Killjoy life was, but it didn’t stop it from annoying you. They seemed to only ever let you be during sleep or when someone else was forced to break up your verbal scrimmages, or more often than that, they stormed off to their room. They made your skin boil, in more ways than one. 

Sometimes, you were so angry at them that you just wanted to rip their clothes off and torment them until they were begging for you, pretty pink lips parted with piteous breaths, face flushed as their neon red hair fell over their eyes. 

Nobody knew, and you intended to keep it that way, but you had never been with anyone in an intimate capacity. Escaping Battery City was your priority, and you isolated yourself often as a safety precaution. And that meant no friends, let alone any romantic or relationship endeavors. In a way, Party was the first person you ever had feelings for. You had masturbated, you knew what an orgasm felt like and what sex was, but the rest you could only imagine. And imagine you did. Your time spent thinking about good comebacks for the next time you and Party got into it devolved hours spent dreaming about them in any way your depraved brain produced. 

And after some time, you started having these moments of noticing Party even when you weren’t angry at them; When you would catch their face getting hit by a beam of sunlight in the mornings when they were eating, their tawny eyes illuminated perfectly by the sun, the way they would bend over in such a suggestive way to work on the Trans Am while they forced you to sit outside and learn some basic mechanic details, the way they would hum to themself sometimes, then hum differently as if they were trying to work out a melody in their head. You were obsessed with them. You looked up to them. 

And they hated you. You weren’t sure what you did even. You weren’t as skilled as the others, not quite finding your niche yet, but you helped as much as you could and did your fair share of work. It just never seemed to be enough for Party. The diner you just cleaned wasn’t clean enough . You didn’t get the right supplies on a run. You could forget about ever being allowed to drive the Trans Am. You were never allowed alone anywhere , even if you were just sitting around the diner- they always seemed to have to do something just a few feet away, or make up something for you to do while they did their work. The most peace you ever were afforded was in your bedroom. 

Thankfully, the guys mutually agreed to let you have your own room in the diner for privacy while they all slept in the same room.  It wasn’t much, probably used for nothing more than an office for the diner, now outfitted with a very worn mattress and some spare wooden crates and such to hold it up, but it was enough for you to feel comfortable storming off to it while pretending Party was right behind you. 

They didn’t show much mercy besides a brief and forced apology for when you would slip outside to cool off and eventually, as their retorts got more pointed and venomous, where you could cry without any of the other guys bothering you. 

They didn’t know that they made you cry, and you didn’t even want to admit to yourself that they did. Your tough persona was one that was now hard to break, but Party seemed to find the sweet spot of making you wonder why someone you found so interesting was so determined to make your life a living hell. Where had you gone wrong?

The worst, however, was the foreplay to the group heading to a Mad Kid and Missile Gear concert not too far from the diner. It was a special occasion that you were absolutely ecstatic over, practically itching to forget about the dangerous Killjoy life and simply lose yourself at the concert, meet fellow lost souls, and escape the constant fear. 

Party seemed to have other plans entirely for the night, though. 

“I can trust you guys to get back to me if I need you, but you-“ They swiftly pointed a harsh finger towards you, outraging you before they even finished the sentence. “I don’t know all the stupid shit you’ll try to get up to… or who you’re getting up to. You’re staying in my line of vision the entire night.” Their comments absolutely infuriated you. You knew they just wanted to control you, and it made you go crazy.

“Fuck you, Party. I’m not doing shit for you. I’m having fun. I don’t need a fucking babysitter. Fucking grow up.” 

“I could say the same thing to you. Maybe when puberty finally hits you’ll finally fill out your bra.” 

You ground your teeth together, attempting to hold on to the last of your dignity instead of losing it completely.

“Why are you looking at my tits anyway? Got a crush? Or are you just jealous that my dick is bigger than yours?” 

The three others in the room couldn’t hold back their laughter at your winning quip, only furthering Party’s anger. 

“Yeah, wouldn’t you like to know?” Their eyes lit up, as if they thought they had won. Your smirk only grew when you knew exactly what to respond.

“I don’t need to, your jeans are so tight that it leaves nothing to the imagination. It’s pathetic.” 

“I’m pathetic? Please, you’re just obsessed with me.” 

“You wish someone would like you- no, actually,  even stand to be around you. The only person obsessed with you is in the mirror,” You spat.

“Hey, come on guys. Grow up, let’s not ruin the night before it even starts,” Jet griped, glaring  at Party. 

“Don’t fucking look at me, she started this, she always fucking starts this, and you guys think it’s hilarious! She needs to stay around- ” Party attempted to defend themself, but was swiftly interrupted with your protests. 

“I’m not being your little pet! I know you think you own me but I am my own person! Your macho leader bullshit is getting on my nerves. Just because I’m a girl… I can handle a fucking concert, you egotistical-”

“Y/K/N, come on! Please, drop it!” Kobra begged, watching as Party huffed and stood up from the diner booth, opening the door and slamming it back, beginning to start the Trans Am. 

You rolled your eyes and let your hands roam to your head as you let out a quick, frustrated shriek.

Jet cleared his throat as you looked up to the remaining three men and painted a smile on your face. “Let’s get going, I don’t want to miss anything.” 

You all began making your way to the door, Kobra being the last one out and shutting the door much gentler than Party had.

Upon entering, you found a tense Party gripping the steering wheel. The entire ride wasn’t much different. Party barely spoke a word while the rest of you chatted happily.

When the vehicle came to a stop, you flew out of it faster than you ran from Battery City, so no one could stop you, or Party might even attempt to physically restrain you.
A smile grew on your face immediately as you entered the area. It was all outside. The fresh night air was refreshing against your skin that had been abused by the sun. The band must’ve built a stage out of spare metal and found parts, as it wasn’t very high but just enough to separate them from the crowd. It wasn’t huge, but probably the biggest crowd you had ever been in. You weaved your way through people, settling in a fairly roomy spot in the left of the crowd. The band was setting up, and you felt yourself buzzing with anticipation. You took a quick 360 to see if you could spot Party marching towards you to drag you back home, but you were camouflaged between people well enough that you couldn’t see them and they probably couldn’t see you. Perfect. 

The set was incredible. The first song had you so hyped up, jumping up and down and screaming along. 

By the end of the first song, you noticed a small group of men around you growing uncomfortable close to you. You only noticed this truly when one of the guys turned to you and gave a smirk that confused you. You assumed they were just judging your enthusiasm.

“You seem to have a lot of energy, don’cha?” He spoke, leaning into you so you could hear him. You visibly relaxed, realizing they had no bad intentions and smiled widely.

“Sorry, I guess I’m just excited. This shit doesn’t happen often, you know?” 

“Nah, we get it.” The men all exchanged knowing looks, ones that would’ve concerned you… but they were just making conversation, right? 

A third man spoke up, by far the slimiest of all of them, and the glint in his eye made you wonder if maybe Party was right. “We certainly get it. All the adrenaline, lots of intense energy gets going…” The way he spoke made your stomach twist. You smiled fakely at them. Trying not to let the terror show on your face was harder than you expected.

But, no… they weren’t trying to be malicious, right? As much as these men were making you want to back away, you refused to admit that Party may have had a point. You were strong and could handle this yourself.

“You know, we don’t see a lot of girls like you out here. You must be a strong little thing.” You tried as innocently as possible to look around you to see if anyone was also seeing this, but all you were met with was the crowd cheering as the band encouraged everyone to scream and jump. 

“Hey, don’t look so scared, honey, we’ll only be rough with you if you want us to…” Oh fuck. Your eyes searched the crowd frantically. Jet’s tall, brunette appearance had to be wandering around somewhere. Anyone. Anyone but Party. You turned to face them, back to the stage, and all you could notice was that damned bright red hair lingering in the back. Standing out like a sore thumb The band began playing again, but you didn’t turn back around. The group only inched closer to you. You weren’t going to run to Party. You couldn’t. It went against everything you’d ever stood for. But, it was three to one here, and you knew nobody would hear you, or notice your cries for help over the blasting instruments and obnoxious crowd. 

Then, one of the men got close enough to caress your face and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. You were frozen. You weren’t even shaking anymore, just lodged in place.

“Come on, honey, we’ll show you a good time, you’ll love it.”

“Yeah, you’re here all alone, would be a shame for you to go home alone.” Another growled, not even trying to hide their threatening nature anymore as they grabbed your wrist tightly. 

“Let go of me, you fucking douchebags.” You warned. Maybe if they got a hint that you were not to be fucked with, they’d drop it.

They did not. 

“Come on, we can do this the easy way, sweetheart. You’re obviously outnumbered here. What are you gonna do, huh? See, we aren’t really in the mood to hear no tonight.” Their threats made the bile in your throat only threaten to rise, as you clenched your teeth together.

You could actually throw up right now, you were so scared. What were you going to do? There was no way you could do anything but run without being dragged off. 

You decided that Party being right mattered less than whatever these men would do to you. 

“Fuck all of you. Go fuck yourselves.”

You slapped the hand behind your ear away and shoved the man whose hand was tight around your wrist away as quickly as you could, ducking past them and weaving through people with as much agility as you could muster as you ran to Party in the back. 

Their eyes lit up when they saw you, but not with relief or joy. Their face quickly became contorted with frustration, not yet noticing how scared you were until you barrelled right into them and wrapped your arms around them. 

“What the fuck is wrong with y-” They growled, trying to get you to look at them but stopping when you whimpered and only ensured your grip on them.

“Please, Party, please, I’m sorry, fucking please,” You begged, your voice not more than a whisper in their ear. They didn’t even have to ask what you were begging for before the men found their way to you. And all were extremely pissed. Your head was still resting against them, but you turned to make eye contact with the men, almost wanting to continue running away. 

“She’s not interested. Fuck off,” Party asserted, finally wrapping their arms around you in return. 

“Hey, hey, we don’t want any problems,” One of the men amended. “There is plenty to go around, isn’t there? You don’t gotta be selfish, now.” He laughed as if it were all some jovial prank, only making your skin crawl more. 

“Why don’t you all go fuck eachother and leave us alone, dipshit?” Party sneered back. You weren’t surprised, of course- Party was able to step into their dominant leader role at the flip of a switch. But, it was practically asking for a fight at this point. Neither of the groups of men were willing to let this go apparently. Not that you really wanted your group to, still alarmed even in Party’s arms. To top it off, the offending group was no longer trying to be cordial with Party. You saw Ghoul, Kobra, and Jet descend seemingly from nowhere. You looked at them helplessly as they tried to understand what was happening. 

“Your little girlfriend is nothing but a whore. Can’t blame us, she was begging for it.” 

One thing Party would not stand for is anybody talking shit about you, much less these men. Their distaste for you had exceptions. As much as they insulted and jabbed you, they refused to let anyone else do so and live to get away with it. 

“Did they touch you?” They asked you quietly, eyes switching back and forth from you to the men.

You stuttered and struggled to answer. “I… I mean-”

“Y/K/N, did they put their hands on you?” Their tone was ferocious. Despite all of your heated feuds, Party had never used such a brutal pitch towards you. Somehow, this was scarier than when they actually yelled.

“Yes.” You admitted quietly.

They stayed quiet for a second, jaw clenching tightly. They moved one of their hands from the small of your back to your chin and the movement made your heart flutter like crazy. If the situation you were in weren’t happening, you would’ve feverishly pushed your lips against theirs. But that was the least of your worries. “Go stand with Jet. Now.” They ordered, looking back at Jet, Kobra, and Ghoul as they came closer to Party, squaring up. They all knew what was going on without having to even be told.  

You hesitated, longing for the comforting arms of Party. Ultimately, you listened and instead found yourself being ushered to Jet, who took you quickly in his arms, his hug reassuring while you faced opposite from the view of what you both knew was about to happen. “Hey, you’re alright, yeah? We’re going to get out of here in a minute. They’re taking care of it.” Jet reassured you. 

“Don’t you fucking ever put your fucking hands on my girl,” Party barked. The words my girl repeated in your head, over and over as Kobra and Ghoul moved behind Party. Party started swinging at the man in the middle of the group. They blocked the first hit thrown back, getting a pretty good hit in while Kobra and Ghoul descended on the other two. The fight created a commotion, one that the group usually tried their best to avoid.

They didn’t give up until it was only Ghoul left, and he had to be dragged away from kicking the men on the ground. He was sure to spit on them as he was pulled away. They had only all amassed minor cuts and bruises, the worst being a thick scratch on Party’s right cheek. The group confidently walked away from the scene. Party stopped to grab your arm and pull you away from Jet, practically hauling you to the Trans Am. It only took about 10 feet from the crowd for Party to growl in your ear in a way that made tears threaten to spill from your already blurry eyes. 

“What did I fucking tell you?” Their grip on your arm was tight, but you didn’t dare say anything right now. All you could think about was the swirling frustration and hate towards what just happened, not to even mention the guilt that slowly started to gnaw at you. It wasn’t fucking fair. This wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t your choice to be scared shitless. 

They raised their voice as they marched further from the venue and closer to the vehicle. “One fucking thing! You can’t listen to one fucking thing.” You bit your lip and tried to remind yourself to breathe in and out slowly, press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, anything to stop the tears. You would’ve rather eaten sand than let everyone see you like this. 

“Fucking tell me, Y/K/N, how did it work out for you?!” They roughly pulled their hand from their iron grip on your arm and pulled your jaw to look at them. 

And they immediately felt their stomach drop seeing how your eyes sparkled as tears fell freely. Their grip loosened immediately as their face dropped. 

When you spoke up, you were loud and clear. “You were fucking right, Party! Happy? Are you fucking happy now? Congratulations, you were right! What do you want from me? Do you want me to admit you know more, that I can’t defend myself and you always have to come to my fucking rescue? I’m just a fucking coward. Is that good enough for you?” Your voice became weak and shaky, as you let out a sob. “Let go of me.” You pushed their hand off your chin and started walking away. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame and your throat felt raw. They stood still for a second, completely dumbfounded. 

They hadn’t meant for this. At all. And they could tell by the looks that the other Killjoys were desperately exchanging that no one had expected it, either. 

“I didn’t-” They started, but you weren’t listening as you violently plopped yourself in one of the backseats without a word. And so did everyone else, besides the occasional “Are you okay…?” To you from everyone besides Party. You would nod and continue staring out the window, furiously wiping away each tear that would fall. 

Upon your return to the diner, you stormed to your room and changed. The sun was now slowly setting, the air was getting colder outside. You slipped on a soft, grey fabric jacket and zipped it halfway while walking back out the diner again and plopping down against the side of the building.

It had only been about half an hour, your tears dried, when the diner door swung open. You heard footsteps and turned your head, refusing to meet the eyes of whoever was trying to come talk to you. Of fucking course it had to be Party. 

“Y/K/N?” They murmured, only to realize you weren’t going to meet their gaze. “Listen, the guys are really worried about you… can you just… stop being mad and go talk to them?” 

Usually, you would’ve bitten their fucking head off. Without a second thought.

But now, all you could do was stare off. And wish you had never met Party. The person in front of you had the very gall to make the entire situation about them being right . 

“Sorry.” Was all your tired brain could conjure. Sorry? For what? For taking their abuse for so long without breaking or snapping, maybe. You wanted to leave, get as far from this place as possible. 

Party’s stomach only dropped further, realizing something was really wrong. Had they missed something in being too caught up in their own head? 

“Why’re you sorry?” 

You took a deep sigh as you prepared to explain. “I don’t know. I’m sorry for being stupid. I was being stupid and look where it got me. I should’ve just listened to you. I’m sorry for making a problem and then forcing you to solve it- I’m sorry.”

And that’s when it started to make sense for them. Their reaction hadn’t had the intended effect. Their point was just to make sure you were safe, but all they had conveyed to you was that you were at fault. They felt horrible suddenly, realizing they really hurt you this time. 

Your head stayed planted firmly turned away from them as you heard their footsteps getting closer, expecting the biggest I told you so ever. 

But all you got was an arm yanking you to stand up and then hands caressing your face. Your eyes met their beautiful hazel globes, and your face portrayed bewilderment. 

This was by far the closest Party had ever been to you. 

“No. Hey. Y/K/N... Don’t you dare think for a second that it was your fault, you didn’t do a fucking thing. Those guys were just fucking dicks. You didn’t start anything, it was them who had a fucking problem! You didn’t do anything except exist in their vicinity. It easily could’ve been some other girl. None of this was any of your fault. None of it.  I didn’t mean… I swear, I didn’t mean it like that.”  You couldn’t help a stray tear that made its way down your face. Realizing how badly you needed to hear those words was like a punch in the stomach, but also gave you immeasurable comfort. Gently making contact with you, they were quick to move their thumb to wipe your tears away. “I don’t ever want you to think you can’t come to me, especially in those situations. I know you’re an independent girl, and can handle your own shit, but you know I will fucking always do what I have to do- I will always protect you when you need me, Y/K/N. You did the right thing. And I’m proud of you. It is not your fault.” They moved their head to your shoulder, pulling you into a tight hug. One you desperately needed. “That really fucked you up, huh?” You managed to nod against them. 

The sobs were full on, even worse than leaving the venue. Party rubbed comforting circles into your back, encouraging you to get it out. “I’m sorry,” They whispered, not even sure if you could hear it.

You did. 

You moved your head down a bit so your forehead rested on their chest and wanted to explain why you couldn’t handle it. 

“Fuck…I was there and alone, and nobody else noticed… And they grabbed me, they grabbed me and wouldn’t let go, I knew if I started throwing punches I would be overpowered. And I couldn’t fucking find anyone, I couldn’t find you. I thought I was already done for, I thought I was gone, Party. I thought…” 

They bit back their anger at the men’s actions and instead focused on comforting you, shaking in their arms.

“You did the right thing. It’s okay, it’s over now. You’re safe back home, and none of us would let anything happen to you. Over my dead body, and you know Killjoys never die.” 

You smiled at the last sentence, although it was obscured. They continued to hold you tightly until your sobs slowed to small whimpers.

“You fought them for me, without hesitation. You put yourself on the line for it, they could’ve had a ray gun, or there could’ve been more guys- You shouldn’t have to do that. I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you…”

Party sighed and squeezed their eyes shut as they felt themself shatter. 

If only you knew how many times they had thought about how they got so lucky as to know you, and wondered what they possibly did to deserve the light you brought to their life.

“Don’t say that. You’re a part of this family. No matter what. I would do it over and over again for you. I did what I would have done and will continue to do for the rest of my life, Y/K/N. I need you just as much as anyone else inside that diner. Got it?”

“Okay,” You replied quietly. 

After a few minutes, you were no longer crying, just small coughs and heavy breathing. You lifted your head and wiped your face away with your sleeves. 

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m a fucking mess.”

They held their thumb to your bottom lip, swiping over it. “Shh, none of that.” They moved their thumb away quickly and simply rested it at the side of your face. “You’re beautiful.” 

You thought your heart might have actually stopped. Party Poison, your enemy, the person that made your life miserable sometimes, who seemed to have a genuine passion for ruining your day- thought you were beautiful. You couldn’t come up with the words to describe how you felt if you tried. In fact, you couldn’t do much but stare into their eyes that practically bore into yours. Trying desperately to figure out what emotion was behind their eyes. It was one you had never seen on them. It looked peaceful and calm, but not like anything you’d ever seen them show. It was almost tender, them looking at you with such intensity and pain. 

You moved your eyes down, temporarily to their lips, but stopped and their cheek where the scratch resided.

“They really got you, huh?” You grinned, running your thumb just below the scar. 

“Ah, it’s nothing.” They took a pregnant pause. “Anything for you.” Then, they moved their hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, the same one the man had done earlier, but you didn’t flinch or pull away. You simply let them, relishing in the feeling. 

And then their eyes flickered to your lips, and you only noticed long enough to move your gaze to theirs. The two of you grew impossibly close, their bottom lip grazing over your top. Your eyes flickered shut just as you were interrupted by the call of Party’s name. The both of you instantly pulled away, looking at each other meaningfully. They then grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the diner with them. The group sat at the booth, apparent that they had been discussing you like a political debate for a while now. They were more shocked to see you and Party so close, holding hands in fact , without it being an assassination attempt. 

“Y/K/N… are you okay? We sent Party out to apologize. We were just worried with them being gone so long that you had finally killed them,” Ghoul chuckled, inspiring a small laugh from Party. 

A small “Rightfully so,” came from Kobra, making even her smile. 

“I’m uh, I’m okay. I’m sorry if I worried you guys.” You didn’t have the energy to retell and explain the entire thing, but knew that they were satisfied with knowing you were okay. 

Party decided to speak up on behalf of you. “And, we talked.” They turned to you suddenly. “She went through a lot.” 

“Yeah, like they said. We talked, and it’s all good. Party was just looking out for me, I can see that now. Thank you guys, though. Really. I’m okay now, I promise. Just really tired. I’m going to get to bed. I’m sure Party can explain more on my behalf,” You smiled and nodded, making your way over to the three men sitting in one of the booths and you kissed each of them on the cheek. You made your way to your room. Regretfully, you began wishing so badly you had the courage to kiss Party on the cheek just as you did the others. 

The thin walls didn’t do much to protect the conversation, but it was almost funny overhearing bits and pieces of it. 

“I hugged her… entire time… She… like it was her fault. I know, I felt fucking horrible. Yeah… No, I think… Yes, I was nice… You know, those guys wouldn’t let go of her, she was- No, Ghoul, they’re long gone…Trust... I would if I could.  I don’t know... No, I’m going to back off, leave her be. I know.”

Back off ? After you almost kissed like that? You honestly thought that maybe they would even start spending time with you. Prove that they actually cared about you. But, maybe they really didn’t like you. All you felt was confusion and whiplash, going from Party being an asshole to being a total sweetheart, to now apparently going to avoid you?

Fine. Fucking fine. The feeling was mutual then. They were the one that hated you in the first place! After having such a personal and honestly, heartwarming moment with them, they did what they always did best. And you refused to be embarrassed once again. 

☆

Four days. 

It had been four days since you and Party exchanged words. They had even abandoned their constant surveillance of you. And everyone else seemed to also get the memo swiftly. It was awkward and painful. Meals were almost completely silent. On the fifth day, nobody else bothered eating their dinner cans of power-pup around the table like usual. You tried not to care much, though. You let your fingers play in the dust and sand that had somehow found its way on the table, barely touching your can as your head rested against your free hand. Your teeth chewed through your cheek vigorously as you tried to think about anything but Party. A sound came as an interruption of your thoughts, the door slamming open and shut. You saw them storming through the diner and through the door to the guys room, all the while pulling off their black tank and shimmying their belt off with one hand. Practically choking, you had never been blessed enough to see their bare upper body in broad daylight. Pair that with the unintentionally seductive nature of the removal of their belt, you thought your lungs might’ve finally given out. Just as quickly as they entered their room, they briskly walked back out, changed into a pair of black jeans instead of the usual white and another black tank while their other clothes were held in their arms, as if begging for someone else to take them off of their hands. They stopped in their place, and finally spoke. 

“How the fuck- Y/K/N, how the fuck do I wash a leather jacket? I got fucking motor oil on it and…it’s not coming off.” 

You paused for a moment, unsure of what to say or if you should even bother answering them, but they quickly spoke up before you could decide. 

“Oh, for fucks sake, sorry, I forgot you were giving me the fucking silent treatment now. Don’t strain yourself, I’ll ask Kobra.” They growled, balling the dirty clothes up and throwing them on the ground in front of the bedroom door. 

Great. Just great. You could feel your throat growing raw already as you struggled to swallow. 

You thought maybe things really changed after that evening and even though it was completely radio silence between the both of you, it was better than the constant arguments and insults. 

But it seemed Party was quick to revert to old ways. They hated you and they always would. 

You had gotten up after they stormed away once again, and decided to wash all their clothes carefully. You weren’t even really sure if it was right, but you felt like you did a pretty good job of getting the clothing to at least look a bit less worn. 

You finished and continued to lounge in a booth, waiting for someone to come back in, even if it was just to go to bed. But your eyes were growing heavy and you sat completely alone, in the silence and impending darkness, and couldn’t help but think about if it was time to leave the Fabulous Killjoys.

You felt like nothing but a burden to the other guys and, at best, an intrusion to Party. And it was getting exhausting. You could either stick around and put up with their aversion, or call it a day and try and find some other group- Or, at worst, travel solo. 

You spent a lot of the night thinking about the logistics if you were to leave. At some point you had to light a small candle on the table to at least give some form of light as you continued to ponder silently. You didn’t even hear the sounds of footsteps until they were too close and the person attached to them began to speak. 

“You washed my clothes.” They stated. You rolled your eyes and stood up to walk past them, unsure of how to respond to the obvious statement. 

“Yeah. Sorry if I fucked the jacket up. I was just freeballing it.” Your voice was quiet, not even really wanting them to hear you. 

Their voice was stiff and rigid. Like they didn’t want to admit that they appreciated the gesture. “No, it’s good. Thanks.” 

You quickly decided that this, whatever it was, was unbearable and you couldn’t last being like this with Party anymore. You were properly burned-out. Something big had to happen or you would surely break. It seemed like the only option was for you to walk away from the life you built in Zone 6. You weren’t sure when you were going to leave, and if you would tell the others, but you wanted Party to know how much they exasperated you.

“Consider it a parting gift, then.” You sighed. You then walked into your bedroom, wanting to avoid their reaction. You hadn’t anticipated them following you and you especially didn’t expect them moving to close the door of your bedroom behind them. You tried to ignore them as you rolled off your worn, black leather jacket onto a makeshift nightstand made of found boxes and stared blankly, refusing to turn your back.

“What? What the fuck are you talking about?” They spat.

“I mean, I’m leaving.” Obviously, you didn’t see their face, but you were sure it wasn’t anything pleasant by the way their breathing got noticeably louder. “I’m just not cut out for this. You guys are better off without me, so I’m leaving. I’m a liability. If I leave, you don’t have to worry about me fucking something up anymore.” You admitted honestly. 

So many things ran through Party Poison’s head at these words. Most of them were begging pleas to get you to stay, some of them angry, both at you and themself; but all of them had the same point: She’s not leaving. She can’t. She can’t leave me. 

An unamused scoff erupted from their throat. “Leaving- You’re seriously going to fucking leave? Because of me? Come on, Y/K/N, and you’ll do what? Hitch a ride with some dracs?” They were attempting to be sarcastic, but their voice was venomous.

“Party, it’s better off this way. You fucking hate me when you aren’t busy pitying me. I’m a burden to the rest of the group just as much as you. There’s no point in me staying here. I appreciate all you’ve done for me, and everything the others have too. I’ll finally be out of your space. You win, Party.” 

“I win? I win? Have you ever stopped to think for a split second that none of this has gone the way I wanted whatsoever? Do you think I fucking wanted to get to this point with you? I tried my best, but you’re so goddamn stubborn-” 

“I know, Party, I know. You’ve made it obvious that you had a problem with me since the moment I got here. If I would’ve known, I would’ve left you guys alone in the first place. I guess it’s my fucking fault again . Whatever.” 

“Y/K/N, fucking stop! Please, just listen!” They snarled. You had rarely ever heard this much emotion in their voice. You finally turned around, painfully slow. They moved quickly to grip your face with their hands, both of you staring at each other in horror as both of your chests moved up and down quickly. Faster than you could blink, your lips were on theirs, kissing ardently. 

Now, as they stood in front of you, you were able to see something different. It wasn’t hate or anger or disgust or distrust or anything you thought Party Poison felt for you. It was merciful, just like the night outside the diner. 

You separated your faces from each other and continued to gape at them with the same awestruck look until they spoke up.

“I don’t hate you, I have never hated you, believe me when I say that I never wanted - I you to think that. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen, I meant for this. I wanted this.” 

All you could do was stare back at them for a few seconds, not afraid anymore to let the emotion in your voice show. “You don’t hate me- really?” “Then what the fuck is your deal? What was your problem?” 

“I just- You’re… you’re so independent… and strong, and even from the beginning when you were so scared of us, you were still so protective of yourself. You never needed me. And I just- I don’t protect you like I do the others, and now, now… you've become so bold and confident that I don’t even know what to do with myself. You’re so strong that you didn’t need me, and I never thought you wanted me… And so I thought, maybe if I push you away, if I keep myself from getting close to you, I wouldn’t be as hurt if I couldn’t protect you. But then, it seemed like you actually didn’t like me. You didn’t want to be around me and so… I panicked…”

It was a lot to take in. You weren’t even truly sure what all of it meant. Was this some type of confession? 

“I don’t- I don’t know if I understand… Party, I only started those fights with you because I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me, I thought you hated my guts and all I ever did was annoy you, so I backed off. I looked up to you, I thought you were my hero, Party. I still do. But all you ever seemed to want was… nothing to do with me.” 

They stepped closer to you, closing the distance a bit more and looking at you closer. Were they about to cry? You could notice their watery eyes even in the fairly shady room. They choked back a sob. “From the moment I saw you, you were just the most beautiful, heartstopping girl, and I fell so fucking hard for you, and it scared the shit out of me, you have no reason to need me, so I tried to redirect it…”

Your heart sped up and you couldn’t believe your own ears. There was no way Party just admitted that they not only never hated you in the first place, but in fact we’re head over heels for you the entire time… 

“And that’s why I thought you hated me. You have no idea how I felt about you Party, how I still feel,” You responded, putting the pieces together and both almost wanting to laugh at how arrogant you’d both been. “I need you. I need you.” 

You felt as if the entire world rolled to a slow stop before Party’s lips connected with yours again. It was slow and comforting, like that tight hug they pulled you into a few days earlier. 

You were the first to pull away, still cupping their face tenderly.

“Please don’t leave me, Y/K/N.” Their voice wasn’t much above a whimper, and it absolutely broke your heart. They pulled your hands into theirs and pressed their lips to your knuckles, still gazing deeply into your eyes. “I meant what I said. I’d do anything for you, Y/K/N. I did a pretty shit job at showing it but I really, really like you. After everything I’ve done, honestly I don’t expect you to feel the same, but please don’t leave.”

You quickly shook your head, moving to press your forehead against theirs. “I don’t want to leave. I just can’t keep doing this ridiculous bullshit between us anymore. It’s just painful.” 

“I can’t either. I’m tired of pretending I don’t care about you.”

The both of you just enjoyed the feeling of being so close to each other, the both of you letting a few tears slip. 

“You like protecting me?” You asked with a large grin, breaking the silence suddenly. 

They huffed out a laugh and licked their lips. “When I found out those guys touched you, let alone that they wouldn’t let go of you… I wanted to hunt them down and wring their necks.” 

“I might not show it much either… but I like when you stand up for me. Nobody else does it like you. And I really like that you have a thing for it. Makes me feel safe. Even when all you did was bicker with me, I never felt more safe.”

Their face twisted in a smile mixed with guilt and pride. You couldn’t hold back a few chuckles.

 Suddenly, they turned serious again. 

“I’m just… I’m a little confused about something… We had that moment after the concert that was so sweet, and I thought things had really changed between us, and that maybe you didn’t hate me, but then you told the guys that you were going to ‘leave me alone,’ So I thought…” 

Party quickly shook their head. “It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be around you, because trust me, I had to fucking hold myself back from sneaking into your room every night. And the guys knew that- or at least, they had an idea, which is why they encouraged me to dial it back, to reign myself back in. I just… didn’t know. I didn’t want to be overbearing, I didn’t want to make things worse, and was worried you would only get more frustrated if you felt like I wouldn’t leave you alone. But then, you weren’t even talking to me, I realized I really fucked things up.”

“No, I should’ve talked to you. Ignoring you was childish. It was stupid. And hard.” You laughed a little when they caught your lips again. It was deep and passionate as they licked and flicked their tongue against your lips.

Their hands traveled lower, letting go of yours. They moved to your hips and caressed them with harsh fingers. You quickly found yourself pushed on your back on your bed. Party hovered over you while they continued their assault on your mouth. Quickly and suddenly they pulled away. It almost scared you, until a devilish smirk formed on their face.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this- wanted you, Party.” You felt inclined to admit. It spurred them on, knowing how much you wanted to do this. 

“Oh, I think I do have an idea… You know, when I came inside to change earlier, don’t think I didn’t notice a certain pair of eyes glued to me…” They trailed their hand down your sternum, stopping to slip a hand under your shirt and rub teasingly at the flesh of your stomach. 

Your cheeks burned as you covered your face with your hands, only to swiftly be removed by their hands pulling yours away. 

They looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer. “I didn’t know that you noticed…that.” 

“You were practically hyperventilating when I came back out, sweetheart. It was so cute.” The burn of embarrassment was quickly covered by a blush, one that they managed to notice despite the minimal light of the room. 

“Do you know how hard it was to not just fucking tackle you sometimes?” You laughed.

Party chuckled in response, bringing their lips to your earlobe as they softly nipped.

“Why do you think I stormed off to my room after our little tussles?”

Your eyes grew wide as you felt a whine escape your throat as they attentively licked the sweet spot they found in your neck. 

You couldn’t help but quiver as the ministrations of their tongue were already making you fall apart, eyes falling to a half-lidded state. You could feel yourself melting against the mattress.

It was funny that just a couple weeks ago, you couldn’t be in the same room with them without becoming tense. But now, here you were, trying to get as close as humanly possible. And they made you feel so relaxed. Your eyes slipped shut as you let your head fall back against the pillow, relishing in the feeling of their lips obsessing over your neck. 

Their hands that had rested under your shirt on your stomach moved up slowly. They were tracing circles and taking as long as they possibly could until they gently cupped your breasts. They barely even made contact, but you couldn’t help your moan over the slightest bit of friction over your lacy bra. Your eyes stayed shut even as you heard them darkly chuckle and then hum approvingly at your desperation. They moved their hands up further, quickly pulling off your signature dark red long sleeved shirt. You shuffled to make it easier and couldn’t help but open your eyes. 

You were met with a pair of blown pupils, watching intently as their hands traveled back down to your chest. They still only cupped you over your bra, but their face made it seem otherwise. They looked as if they were on the brink of orgasm themself; eyebrows furrowed and teeth buried in their bottom lip. The sight made you involuntarily arch your back, massaging against them as the bottom half of their body straddled yours. 

A whimper fell from them at the unexpected movement. They quickly chased the euphoria by rocking against you, gripping tightly onto your breasts and letting their head hang back slightly. It was as if they had forgotten what they were doing as soon as you bucked against them. You could only do the same while you listened to their little besotted whines. You could come from their sounds alone: the little sobs high in their throat that you could’ve never ever guessed would ever come from their typically sultry and throaty voice that only got deeper with anger. 

They seemed to come back to reality after a few blissed out moments, slowly snapping back to the situation at hand: you on another planet as their grip on your tits loosened and they sat up straighter. They were reminded of their end-goal. 

They were determined to torture you as slowly as possible, moving at a tortoise pace to drink in every last detail of you. They refused to let you continue to be so unappreciated and unloved. And you were completely clueless still. They wanted to see you writhe and beg, egging you on as you realized what they were doing to you. The idea alone was enough to give them a semi, and they refused to have it ruined by impatience on their own part. After all, after everything they’d done to you, they figured it was only fair that someone indulged you. 

They moved their hands away from your chest and up your arms. You allowed them to take control of your arms as they moved your wrists to stay above your head, applying slight pressure to ensure you wouldn’t try to move and touch them once they removed their own hands. 

“Keep your hands off me or else I take mine off you,” They murmured, sliding back down your body to rest their hands on your hips, looking at you expectantly for affirmation- that, or a jolt that would wake them up from this insane dream.

They understood it was real as you nodded your head, but this wasn’t adequate for Party as they leaned over you more and put one hand cupping your chin. 

“Words,” They demanded as you felt a burning in your stomach. “Is this okay?” It hit you suddenly that they had a plan- they must’ve thought about this.

“Yes, please… Party, please, touch me,” You couldn’t help but beg, your body aching for some kind of relief from the fire that their touch ignited within you. 

Moving their hands to wrap around your back, fiddling with the strap for long enough to make you squirm. They were essentially hugging you, lower face pressed just below your chest while pressing messy, open mouthed kisses to your sternum. Their hair brushed against you, giving you goosebumps that made you shiver slightly. 

They laughed breathily out of nowhere, breath tickling. “So desperate for me, hm?”

You choked out a laugh. “ I’m desperate? Did you just hear yourself?” You imitated their pitchy whines, giggling all the while. They tried to defend themself, but soon failed as they also broke into a fight of snickers, delving their forehead against your shoulder as lust melted into laughter. 

You continued your shared devolution from laughter into deep breaths and then silence. You looked into their eyes as they brought their head back up level with yours while they kissed you again, pressing deeply against your mouth. When they pulled back what must have only been a few inches, a trail of spit still connected you. They quickly wiped it away with their thumb as they playing with your bra straps, still gazing dreamily into your eyes. 

“I know that was a lot… from me… Probably too much,” Their eyes squinting, waiting for your reaction.

“No, no.” You shook your head strongly to reinforce yourself. “It was actually really, really hot. I didn’t even know you could make those noises, Party, but they were…” You trailed off, unable to even conjure a word to properly describe it.

They pecked your lips again as they replaced your wandering hands back above your head a bit harsher this time, proceeding to unhook your bra, finally, and they moved it off of you. You were almost worried something was wrong when they threw your bra off to some corner over their shoulder, the way they stopped and stared with wide eyes, like they had never seen anything so stunning. 

“Party…?” You started, hit with the urge to cover yourself if your hands weren’t firmly planted above you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Jesus Christ, Y/K/N, you’re gonna be the death of me.” They continued to drink in your mostly naked body, your short, black shorts and the panties underneath being the only thing left protecting your form. “Can I touch you?” You almost laughed at their sudden modesty, but appreciated it nonetheless. 

You ignored your hand regulations (you were never one to follow rules, anyway) to bring their warm hands up your stomach and to cup your boobs again. 

“Touch me, Party.” 

They decided to let it slip just once, but still growled a quick, “Hands,” They circled both thumbs around either nipple, making your back arch deliciously. You returned your arms obediently, feeling helpless with the way your cervix curved against the old mattress. 

You felt sparks of pleasure exploding, eyes slipping closed again in pure bliss as you let your mouth fall open with slow breaths. 

Had you kept your eyes open, you would’ve noticed the roguish look Party gave you as they lowered their head to your left breast, wrapping their lips around your nipple. They kissed hotly, just as they did your mouth, listening to your breaths turn into soft gasps. It lasted on your left boob for a minute or two before they moved to the right, doing just the same as they did moments prior.

When they started flicking their tongue slowly, you thought you might implode. Your gasps morphed into true moans when they started crawling their fingers down to your cunt, rubbing their fingers against you despite the barrier of clothing in the way. 

You were being way too loud. You knew that. It was getting fairly late into the night now, you’d be incredibly lucky if all three others weren’t piled in the main part of the diner, let alone in their rooms trying to go to sleep for the night, and you already experienced how thin the walls were. 

You bit your lip harshly, turning your head to the side to try and  push your head into the pillow to muffle the sound in any way as they deepened the attack on your chest, sucking and circling their tongue in a way that would make Satan blush. 

Their ardent eyes moved up through their elegantly long eyelashes to watch your face, but were only met with the half of it not obscured by your positioning. 

“Mmm-mmm-mmm,” They tsked, hot breath caressing your boob. “Louder. I want to hear you, wanna hear your voice, sweetheart.”

“B-but what if the guys-” Was all you could muster out, panting and squeezing your eyes closed. 

“I. Want. To. Hear. You,” They commanded again, this time delving back in faster and somehow harder. You groaned in a way that could’ve only been obscured by your hand, practically sobbing gasps and whimpers. 

Then came the knocking at the door.

It was soft at first, someone probably expecting the door to be open. So soft, you didn’t even realize anyone was there until you heard a voice. 

“Y/K/N? Sorry to bother you, it’s just- I know Party got mad at you earlier, and you’re crying really loud, I just wanted to check on you…” They said, suddenly trailing off as you tried insanely hard to hold back the whimpers spilling from your throat. 

“Party… Party Poison, stop, someone’s at the door,” You said urgently. 

“I know,” They only pulled away to respond for a second, continuing their movements just as intense. You threw your head back. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to stay quiet. It was a lost cause, though. Party quickly switched sides and bit ever-so-gently on your nipple. 

“Y/K/N, you know how Party is, please just let me in, we can talk about it!” The voice pleaded. You weren’t too concerned with who the voice was, all your energy going to making yourself quiet. It was most likely Jet. He always tried to check up on you. Especially after big clashes with the person enjoying torturing you right now. Your noises increased in pitch, quickly becoming obvious moans. You prayed that whoever it was went away as soon as possible. 

Party pulled away momentarily, their gaze burning into yours, and you felt like you could scream at the loss of sensation. You bucked into them in an attempt for something, anything. You were quickly met with their hands gripping your hips painfully tight. “Beg for me.” They said simply, as if they expected you to without hesitation. 

You could barely choke out a, “What?” As they continued. 

“Here’s the deal, darling,” They drew out the end, moving their lips up your neck at a pace that would’ve had you sobbing out normally, licking up the sweat that had accumulated on you as they went. “You can either let them all know who’s cock you want buried inside of you, or…” They moved their thumb to trace over a sensitive nipple, making you bite your lip to hold back. “I can stop touching you, and go back to my room, and pretend this never happened. It’s up to you, but I think we both know what the better option is here.” 

Oh, they were sadistic. This was so unfair. And it made you embarrassingly wet.

The voice spoke up once again, pleading for you to open the door and talk to them. 

You groaned, frustrated. You’d rather die than let them stop, of course, and you were slowly becoming less and less embarrassed to beg. You knew what Party wanted, and you wanted it just as much. You wanted them to make you theirs. You wanted them to claim you. They wanted everyone to know, too. Resistance was futile.

Party began to pull away at your silence. “Guess I’ll go then,” They sighed, sarcastically sad, as they parted from you and began to stand up while you still lay exposed on your bed. 

You immediately reached out and grabbed their hand, refusing to let them go.

“No, Please! P, I want this, I need you. I’ll be good for you, I promise.” 

That was all they needed. This time, they moved quickly, as if their resolve had broken down. They quickly unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down, banishing them to the same corner that your shirt and bra laid abandoned. Instead of letting their hands remove your underwear, though, they wrapped their rough hands around your hips and pulled you down a bit, your core so close to their face that you could feel their hot breaths against you. They let their mouth run all over your pelvis. When they had teased you enough for your eyes to squeeze closed, they quickly moved to bite your inner thigh, nose breathing unsteadily against your thigh. You gasped loudly, the sudden pain frightening but also exciting you. 

“Fuck!” You cried, their teeth only sinking deeper into the flesh. They wanted you to beg? Oh, you’d fucking beg. You’d beg so hard, Party wouldn’t be able to be around the other guys for weeks without being embarrassed or teased about it. You breathed in deeply as you moaned as loud as you could. They pulled off your leg, looking up at you expectantly. You indulged.

“Ngh, please, Party, fuck me with your huge cock, please, want you to fuck a baby into me,” You groaned, trying to contain your laughter. “Take me harder, make sure Jet and Kobra and Ghoul all know that you’re fucking me, and that no one else can have me,” 

“You fucking brat,” They growled. They were pretending to be angry, but you could tell that they were holding back a grin just as much as you were. They didn’t even bother taking your panties off as their tongue met your clit, flattening against it and moving up and down. They moaned against you, the vibrations already making you squirm.

“What is going on, are you ok- Oh, Jesus Christ!” The voice yelled, understanding what was happening now. “I found Party!” The voice called, moving away from the door. Quickly, before their exit however, they slammed their against the door, banging loud enough for Battery City to hear, and yelled. “You guys are fucking disgusting! You could’ve at least warned us, we are leaving and never coming back!” 

Your face must’ve been as red as their hair when they yelled a quick, “Good!” Against your skin. 

You swore the image of them between your legs was simply heaven. You weren’t sure how you’d lived prior to this, and knew you wouldn't be the same after. How could you? The way their irresistible puppy-dog eyes flickered to yours through those lashes, skin pressed against the flesh of your thighs… 

 They moved from your core to your lips, giving you a quick peck. The position was similar to earlier, but you wouldn’t let it last long. “Atta girl, you scared ‘em off for me,” They littered your face with kisses, unusually sweet and tender compared to the previous. 

“Making me do all your dirty work for you?” You smiled, quickly using all of your strength to flip them under you. Their face was shocked but pleased, and you suddenly wished you had a camera close so you could capture their adorable face like this forever. 

“Oh, are you taking control now?” They asked in a voice that you often heard during your verbal showdowns, mocking and feigning innocence. 

You looked to the side as you thought for a moment. “Maybe. If you keep teasing me like that, I might have to.” 

“I’m just… showing you what you deserve,” It was said with a joking air, but they fully meant it. You could tell in the way they looked at you that they meant it. “I’m gonna give you everything you could ever want and more

“You can do anything… as long as you pull out,” You were playing with their hair, twirling it and twisting it around the fingers of one hand, while the other held you up over them. It was strangely domestic, but you figured the lines of love and lust had already been blurry, at best.

“Mmm, and what if I don’t? Maybe I should put you in your place, breed you like the desperate little thing you are?” You were in awe of how Party remained so casually dominant, especially while being pinned down by you. You continued playing with their hair, running your hand through the base as they leaned into the touch. 

You didn’t hate the idea, as much as you wished you did. But procreating out here, at this time, was dangerous and unnecessary. Party seemed to notice your nerves and quickly spoke up to squash them. “I’m just playing. I’d rather pull out anyways…” They looked at you in a way that commanded your full attention, fingers dropping from their hair. “Want them to be able to smell me on you anyways.” 

You suddenly kissed them, forcefully, surprising them. But, when they kissed back, it was with just as much passion, as slow as they had been at the beginning. It was a mess of teeth and tongue, your sweat against their shirt- as you realized they were completely clothed still. You attempted to pull their black tank top off without separating your lips, but it proved pretty impossible as they were forced to move back slightly to pull the fabric over their head. Your eyes traced the skin of their chest and stomach, pale in comparison to the worn and tanned skin that was exposed to the sun more often, only to be contrasted by the trail of dark hair leading to their belt. 

They were a fucking work of art. You couldn’t tear your eyes away if you tried, but that was the last thing you wanted to do anyways. You suddenly understood the look on their face once they had derobed you- it wasn’t of surprise or shock, but of pure appreciation.

Once again ignoring the no touching rule, you let your hands meet their rib cage. They quickly placed their hands over yours. You braced yourself as you expected them to chastise you for touching. Instead, they gently guided your hands to their shoulders. Gripping them gently, you shifted your body further up theirs so you were no longer sitting on their thighs, but your groins met. There was no hiding how hard they were through their jeans. Genuinely, you didn’t expect Party to be big- especially so palpably. In all honesty, you figured there was no way someone with seemingly such a big ego could be blessed, despite the amount of confident energy that oozed from them. 

You continued to make out hotly, fingers glued to their shoulders.

Although the intensity of it all excited you, you were also  becoming nervous. Party could sense your thoughts running astray. Catching your attention, they began to speak. 

“Have you… done… this… before?” Although you were no longer kissing, your faces remained inches away, noses brushing occasionally. 

Your face betrayed the answer as you meekly shrugged, not fully wanting to admit yet another thing Party had accomplished and you hadn’t. “You’re a virgin?” The tone of the statement only made you even more self conscious, and you felt them swallow hardly and take a few deep breaths.

“No, it’s not that it matters to me-” They quickly clarified, stuttering a bit. “I just needed to know to be gentle,” Their head nodded in reassurance, but still sensed your minor embarrassment about it. And they knew exactly what to do. 

“Okay… just so you stop being embarrassed about this, I’m gonna tell you something. Probably one of my deepest secrets. I was going to take this to the grave, no kidding. I really don’t even think I should tell you-”

“No, c’mon Party, you can’t do that, you got me all interested! Now you have to tell me,” You giggled.

“Okay, alright. No judgment?”

“No judgment.” 

“I- Uh…” Their head turned to the side underneath you, exposing their neck in a way that your face fit perfectly against it. Your forehead rested against their ear, and you looked at them as best you could from the angle. 

“So that… reaction, when you said you were a virgin, that wasn’t- I… So it turns out I kind of have a thing for purity…” Their eyes were squeezed shut, refusing to look at you and see your reaction. “When you got here, you were just this little shy, quiet, innocent little thing… obviously the guys have hardened you over the years, but still, there’s these little moments where I just notice you, and I think about someone else getting their hands all over you- it makes me fucking insane. I swear to God, I nearly punched Ghoul one time for getting a little too close to you. And… I know I don’t have any right to feel this way, I don’t own you, and you’ve proved that so, so many times, I just don’t even know what to do with myself around you. And then now, the fact that you were just willing to hand over your innocence to me, just like that, honestly, I could’ve fucking come, I’m surprised I didn’t,” 

Your smile spread so vast across your face that it almost hurt. You nudged them to look at you with your nose until your eyes met.

“I wouldn’t give it to anyone else. I’ve wanted this from the beginning.” 

They chuckled, a huff of air exuding from their nose. 

“Now that I’ve properly ruined the mood,” 

They moved to unbuckle their belt and shimmy their tight jeans (of course they weren’t wearing any underwear,) down as much as they could, which wasn’t much. You came to their aid, pulling the jeans off and throwing them off somewhere. 

You couldn’t help but steal a few stares at their dick. They were pretty, gorgeous in a way that made you itch to get on your knees and appreciate every inch. They looked painfully hard, already dripping in anticipation and the red hue of lust almost matched their hair. 

You practically tackled them as you crawled back on top, hands planted on their shoulders as they pulled you closer, hands on the small of your back. 

“My good girl.” 

If your insides weren’t already melted, they must’ve been oozing at this point. They spoke again, tone more serious and commanding. “‘Kay, pretty girl, I’m gonna let you go at your pace, you take this as slow as you need to. I got you.” 

You nodded slowly as you wordlessly wrapped one hand around them, moving up and down their length torturously slow. You were overly gentle, having never done this, you were basically feeling in the dark here. It seemed to work for them, though, as you could hear the way their breath stuttered and hitched. You ducked your head down for a moment, refusing to break eye contact, as you spit onto them to lube them up a bit. They groaned as you watched the spit drip wantonly down their length, only using your hand to spread it while you moved to begin taking them. You just rocked against them for a moment, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of skin against skin until they reached down and took a hold of their dick, moving it up and down a few times to collect your wetness. You wanted to scream as they contacted your clit,  but all you could manage were little pitiful whimpers as you encouraged them to push into you. They seemed to refuse to indulge you, though, resulting in you finally reaching your hand around theirs and lining them up against you, moving even closer to them slowly, letting your wetness envelop them. 

Your groans became harmonious as you adjusted to the feeling of them inside you despite the fact it was only maybe an inch or two. It was foreign, not quite uncomfortable, but maybe just unusual. You were incredibly horny and just wanted them to destroy you. The pain that kicked up as you tried to take more of them made you stop for a moment, letting your eyes closed and head fall back for a moment as you reminded yourself to take deep breaths.

“I know it hurts, pretty girl, it’s okay, you’re doing so well, my beautiful girl.” They grabbed your chin, pulling your head back to look at them. Their hand then angled your head down, forcing you to look at the junction of your two bodies. “Look at you, baby, taking my cock so well, you’re doing so good.” Their praise made you dizzy. You took in a harsh breath as you pushed against them harder, trying to take all of them. 

You started moving your hips back and forth, pulling them out and back in a little bit more each time until you were properly used to the feeling, the pain quickly subsiding and morphing into a need to grind against them faster. Tightening around them, you felt their dick twitch inside you and keened as they reached the hilt. You were so incredibly full of them. The sounds that tumbled from your mouth were a chorus of ooh’s and ahh’s. It was magical. You stopped for only a moment, more to let them feel you entirely, let them feel your tight walls clench around them. You felt their dick twitch and took that as a sign to start moving again. You rode them diligently, so sensitive as you fucked yourself on them. All you could focus on was moving. Each jerk of your waist gave even more heavenly bliss. Even as you felt your legs begin to tire, you continued to bounce. The room was filled with the sounds of debauched moans from you, quiet groans from Party, and meeting of skin. You could already tell by the tightness of your gut and pure ecstasy of every thrust making your mind foggy that the orgasm building up would be life-changing. You were so, so close, you could feel it. But, you felt like your body could give out at any moment, urgently lurching your hips against theirs. “Fuck… you look so perfect, trying to get yourself off…Talk to me, pretty girl… Wanna hear your voice,” Your movements grew to become slower, more sensual as you tried to string together a coherent thought.

“Feels… so fucking good, I need it,” You panted. You finally let the top of your body fall into them as you buried your head into the nexus of their shoulder and neck. You couldn’t help but get slightly frustrated, speeding up ardently while your body was desperate for release. “Mmm, please, so fucking good,” You mumbled against them.

Of course, they knew exactly what you were begging for. “What do you need, princess? Use your words for me.” 

You stopped thrusting at all while you nuzzled their neck sweetly, rubbing your face against their jaw. It was driving them crazy, you could tell, slowly wearing down their will. You could feel them trying to hold back their own hips bucking up for some kind of contact. “C’mon, be my good girl for me… Fuckin’ tell me what you want me to do to you,” The mix of their possessiveness with calling you a good girl made you nearly disintegrate. 

“Want you to fuck me, please… Need it,” 

“You want me to fuck you? You want me to take you, my aching little virgin? I’m going to fucking ruin you, darlin’.” 

They quickly flipped you over, pulling out of you quickly. They were on top of you quicker than you could even register what was happening. All you could really manage to do was look at them with half-lidded eyes as they sat on your thighs, both pinning you down and giving them the perfect position to watch your every move in. They lined themself up to your sensitive hole, tip barely inside of you. Their hands fell to either side of your head, caging you in and holding their upper half up against you. They kissed you sweetly, more of a long peck, which only made you more impatient as you tried to buck your hips. 

They laughed darkly, only stopping to speak. “Eager little whore. You going to take it all?” Unable to find the words, you simply nodded fervently. They moved their lips to your ear, whispering a hasty, yet lusty, “Safeword is Destroya. Say it.” 

“Destroya,” You repeated, looking at them for approval. They didn’t meet your gaze yet, though, as they uttered, “Good. I’m going to make you scream my name, sweetheart.”

And then… oh, and then. They settled back above you, a wild yet pointed look on their face. Their eyes were glued to your expression- you weren’t even sure if they were blinking. 

They thrusted into you so severely that you mewled loudly. From this angle, they hit places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. It was so much deeper, you swore you took more of them inside you as you felt even more of them dragging against your sensitive walls. “Ah, fuck, so fuckin’… fuckin’ perfect, darlin’, so- tight for me. Gonna take care of you.” They groaned between thrusts, wincing as they pounded into you. 

“Party!” You cried out. The mattress shook with every forceful drive. Them watching your reaction only encouraged them even more, becoming more euphoric with every bite of your lip and loud gasp that exuded from you. Your hair sprawled out on the pillow behind you, your entire body sweaty and face slightly reddened, you looked absolutely wrecked. 

“Oh fuck, oh my God. Fuck, fuck,” You sighed. Each time their dick plunged deeper inside you, you felt your release building up overwhelmingly. It was honestly a miracle that you hadn’t creamed prematurely. You were on the brink, so there, so close, needing more so bad. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come so fucking hard, Party.” 

Their pace only increased, your body shaking. Party was relentless, and so was your body’s neediness for the hardest orgasm you’d ever had. You discreetly ran your hands down to where your bodies met, finding your clit and rubbing fervent circles. Your body instantly reacted, making your hips jump, which made Party moan wantonly.

“That’s it, pretty girl, wanna watch you get yourself off on my cock.” 

You keened, practically screaming, as each circle of your fingers against your clit coinciding with each of their thrust’s hitting that perfect little spongy spot inside of you made you jolt. It felt like being electrocuted in the best way possible, your legs beginning to quake. You wrapped them around Party briskly, finding purchase against them as your back arched so hard it almost hurt. 

“Gonna- fuck, Party, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop,” You begged. All that could run through your mind was so so so so so so close . 

Party moved their arms so that they were supporting your back, their forehead buried in your bosom as you pressed your fingers on your clit harder and massaged quicker. 

The feeling of the tightness of your gut slowly being relieved with each jolt was divine, that was the only way to describe it. You could literally feel your wetness dripping out of you, hips erratically trying to meet Party’s stand. 

“Oh my God, right there!”

“Come for me, Y/K/N, let me see how good it feels,” They encouraged, letting their right cheek rest against your skin. You could feel every moan and groan that fell from their mouth against you. 

And that was all it took for you to utterly fall apart. At that point, a few tears fell down your face as you squeezed your eyes shut and yelled out. For the first few seconds, your fingers still worked wildly against your sensitive nerves, clenching fiercely around Party as you shrieked out. You saw fucking stars, pussy determined to ride out the mind-blowing orgasm. Party was quick to help, moving one hand from the small of your back to your cunt as they continued to rub enthusiastically. All the while, their ramming into you never slowed, stimulating your g-spot the entire time. You were nearly convulsing, shockwaves wracking throughout your body. You moved against their fingers at your pussy until your body had decided to relax almost completely, going limp underneath them. However, over-sensitivity was quick to show itself, making you shake all over again. You felt the sparkles fizzle away as it became too much, and thankfully Party slowed their fingers tenderly as soon as they could tell they were stepping into overstimulation territory. They were only speeding up their thrusts, though, sure to make the most of every last moment inside of you. 

“I’m gonna come… come all over you, I’m gonna fucking mark you…My wrecked angel,” Their voice slowly disappeared, turning into the same breathy whines they blessed your ears with earlier. You were greeted with the heavenly sight and sound of them feverishly pulling out and stroking themselves twice before releasing on your stomach, some reaching your breasts and neck. They milked their cock for all it was worth until they were completely spent, panting. They admired their work intensely. 

“Open,” They uttered jaggedly. You quickly obeyed, as they licked a long, slow stripe up your sternum, between your bosom, up your neck. They then spit into your mouth, the salty taste of their semen making you blush more, if that was even possible. 

Your breath was deep, matching theirs. You were still in post-coital bliss, eyes nearly closed. They collapsed next to you. Although you were both on your backs, they pulled you against them as closely as possible. You entangled your fingers in theirs, not caring about how sticky and sweaty and gross the both of you surely were. The silence was loud. Neither of you really knew what to say, or if you should even speak at all. 

“I love you.” You said softly, turning your face towards them. 

They dragged their thumb across your face, collecting a few leftover tears from your intense orgasm, and smiled at you so prettily that you could’ve melted all over again. “I love you. My angel.” 

“My hero,” You sighed in response, watching the huge grin that spread across their face. 

You nestled your face against theirs, resting on their shoulder. You clung tightly to them, closing your eyes and slowly letting yourself drift off into the most relaxing sleep you’d had since you’d run away from Battery City. 

Party only allowed their eyes to slip shut once you were snoring softly, heart fluttering at the feeling of you tightly wrapped in their arms. 

You both slept unmoving, both refusing to let go of the other, even in the throes of slumber.