Y/n had always had a thing for bad boys; smokers, bikers, drug dealers, the lot. But none as extreme as Jason Dean, the new kid at Westerburg High. But as this peculiar new kid says, the extreme always seems to make an impression...
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School was cancelled for the whole week, and the funeral was shit. Everyone was crying, or at least pretending to, even though we all know what Kurt and Ram had done to people. No one seems to care about the bad things you've done once you're dead. Maybe when I'm dead I'll be forgiven for these murders. Maybe when I'm dead I can forgive myself.
Everyone was shocked to learn that Kurt and Ram were gay, even though they weren't really, but nonetheless Ram's father preached that he loved his dead gay son. I guess the world could really change for the better after all. And maybe death was needed every once and a while.
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Life is a fragile thing. And humans are ungrateful. Life could be gone in one moment, and when that happens we acknowledge that possibility, we preach we won't take things for granted anymore, we say we'll keep in mind that people could die at any moment, and then we forget less than a few months later.
After the funeral, laying on JD's bed, I express these thoughts to him. He hums in approval, contemplating my words. "We'll teach them. Our love is god." He whispers, laying down next to me, and I smile at his iconic phrase.
"Let's just do whatever we want. For the rest of our lives. We only live once, right?" I suggest, clasping his hand in mine. He nods, sitting us both up and looking into my eyes. His hazel eyes pierce through my soul and I feel bare in front of him. But I feel safe and at home as well. I place my left hand on his soft cheek, stroking his cheekbone as I admire him and smile slightly. He seems kind of nervous, I suppose he probably feels bare too.
"I love you, Y/n L/n." He leans in to kiss my cheek and rests his head against the side of mine. "I love you too, Jason Dean." I smile against him, brushing my fingers through his fluffy hair. He leans in close to my ear and whispers to me. "Prove it." In a mischievous tone. I bite my lip slightly and pull him back to kiss him, softly at first. I've noticed that he tends to kiss my top lip, leaving my free to bite his bottom lip, so I do. He moans slightly and wraps both hands into my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss.
He kisses across my cheek and down my neck. Once he gets to the base of my neck he bites me, gently at first, and then harder, until I breathe in a sharp breath and he smiles against my skin. "Now people will know you're mine." He smirks, knowing it will leave a mark. He runs his fingers softly down to my waist and under my dress, coaxing it up gently. I pull it up over my head and drop it on the ground and JD sits back to admire me, looking up at me with...awe? I blush slightly, biting my lip in nervousness, and he reaches his arm up to brush his thumb along my bottom lip.
He flings off his coat and shirt, and I reach my hands in front of me to admire him. I run my hands over his shoulders, collarbone, chest. He's slim, but has a bit of muscle on him, and has a slight sprinkling of freckles along his shoulders and down his back. I trace his tattoo, reminiscing that night. I smile up at him and see that he's nervous now. We've seen each other naked before, but this time feels more exposed, more connected somehow. I feel his nerves and reach up to pull him into a tight hug. He buries his head in the crook of my neck and lowers me into a laying position, hovering over me in a push-up position.
We kiss deeply and I start to unbutton his jeans, pulling them below his hips. After they're off he lowers himself onto me, breathing heavily. His body heat on mine feels soothing, and invigorating. He grabs a tie and ties my hands together and then to the bedpost, and I bite my lip. Then suddenly he sits up, still on me, and grabs a cigarette and lighter off his bedside table, smirking. He lights the cigarette and takes a drag, while I roll my eyes playfully. He breathes the smoke into my face. I soak it up, completely relaxed in his presence.
After we share his cigarette, he takes one last long drag and looks at my hands, admiring his handiwork, before reaching down and putting out his cigarette just above my pelvic bone. I inhale sharply and furrow my brows; that's gonna scar. He puts the cigarette butt on the bedside table and leans down to kiss the burn mark, it stings but in a good way, and he softly licks it, and continues to lick his way slowly up to my chest.
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{JD's POV}
She's so beautiful. Before I finished my cigarette I stared at her and took in the view. Her hands, tied up by me, completely under my control yet she feels completely safe and relaxed. It was glorious. Then, I put out my cigarette above her pelvic bone. I don't know what compelled me to do it, but she didn't seem to mind. And now she will always know that she is mine. And I am hers. And our love is god.
