Demyx x Reader - So Good

\\ Quick one-shot cause I can. ________ is you, Demyx is...well, Demyx.

Erm, nothing really to say. Written around these words:

You'll be in the high life
Soaking up the sunlight
Anything you want is yours
I had you living life like you should
You say you never had it so good

.... which really doesn't relate to the plot BUT WHATEVER.


\\ xx



The bass dropped, rolling sound waves rippling across the dance floor. The pounding drums and guitar wavered in and out of the symphony of music, an irresistible melody that made you want to let go and dance. Flashing lights winking in and out of existence splashed the dance floor in a riot of colors, blood red and neon yellow mixing with the steam rising out of the sides of the stage, which threw all of the other ravers into mere silhouettes; hyper shadows moving in a dangerous dance of grinding and typical break-dancing moves.


It was another club, another weekend, another night. And though you loved to get down and dance to the jumping beat, that wasn't really the reason you were here.
Throwing your hands up into the air as the song reached its climax; you saw exactly who you were looking for.

Decked out in fishnet and rave pants, the mullet-hawked  dude never looked better. Or hot, for that matter.


Dancing your way over to the guy, the pounding beat returns and shakes the edges of your vision. This nightclub you're at…its might be small, but that sure as hell didn't stop the manager from getting the best DJ equipment and stereo system out there.  However, as soon as you're almost halfway across the stage, you're stopped by the rowdy, crazy crowd and get the feeling that you're not going to get out of this easily. It's already a pretty far way into the night, and that might explain the rising chatter and shouts, drunkards daring each other to make stupid moves and yell out to any girl that passes. You smile, a feral grin, and step into the circle of ravers. Lights whip past your vision; someone brought out the glow sticks and orbits. Perfect.


Pulling a few quick moves, you're rewarded with some wolf-whistles and clapping. You begin to follow the routine you choreographed a few days ago in front of your mirror, swaying and spinning, c-walking and putting in some good breakdancing moves for good measure, flipping and easily switching to moving your body with the ever-changing sound. You get a bigger response this time, a cheering roar, and before you know it, someone's tapping your shoulder.


It's him- the guy you've seen around at a few other clubs. It's not stalking unless you follow him home, right?

"Hey- awesome dancing back there. Do ya mind if I treat you?"

Blushing, you stare up into those handsome and cocky blue eyes "Sure. My name's _______-…what's yours? I think I've seen you around before…"

"Demyx, pleasure to meet you."

"Sweet then. And thanks for treating me!"

"Haha..no problem! Whaddya want?"

"…shots. Sea Salt, if you don't mind."

"But of course, m'dear!"

You follow Demyx over to the bar and grab your drinks. It's been too long since you've had this much fun chatting to another person, and before you know it, the club announces a one-more-hour-then-get-out-or-the-police call. Downing a final shot, you look over at Demyx. Although it's dark and the candy—colored lights are still flashing shards of light onto his face, it's hard to miss the look of disappointment that's etched into a scowl.

"Awwwwhh, sucks, man." With a grimace, Demyx pulls the arm that had been recklessly flung over your shoulders back.

Sighing, you feel the exact same way. "Yeah, I know, right! And just when I was having a great time, too…talking to one of the sexiest guys I've ever met…ahaha?" you blush as you realize what you said. But whatever. Blame in on the alcohol.

He grins at that, lips pulling up to flash white teeth. "Yeah, same here broski. Or not really bro…how about I make this official and ask for your number?"

Grinning back, you ask the bartender for a pen. Upon receiving said object, you grab his hand and scrawl your cell's number, uneven black ink against toned skin.

"Awesome, hope to see you round, then!" Demyx has to shout over the noise of the dance floor, hard-core dancers still at it up in the lights. Then, he does something that you don't expect.

Reaching for your face, he locks his lips in yours, leaving you breathless and granting a deep red tinge on your cheeks.  Leaning into the kiss, you feel a smile appear on Demyx's face before he bites your lip, breath huffing into your mouth, hot and turning your face a darker shade of crimson. Quickly giving in, you let his tongue slip into your mouth, and you lose whatever thought you were thinking as he deftly wins the fight and explores every bit of your mouth, leaving the taste of sugar and…almost a flavor of the sea or  ocean or something salty in your memory. Whatever it is, you take no time in deciding you want more, and growl in disappointment when you both break for air.

"Not bad…definitely think I'll call~" He winks at you, just a red in the face as you are, and scrawls his cell on your hand.

A call of the DJ announces the night's over, and the remaining dancers begin to disperse. Shoo'd out by the bartender, you both find yourself outside the club, ears ringing from the chaotic night.

You turn to Demyx, smiling and eyes flashing. "Well, thanks for the awesome night, Dem."
The blue-eyed blond turns to face you, cupping your face in his hands and giving you a quick, soft kiss. "Same, _____. I hope you don't mind if I call often, yeah?"

Laughing, you return the affection. "No problem. Actually, you might as well get used to me… it seems I'll be seeing you more often, huh?"

Grinning that perfect smile, he offers to take you home, and since you live quite close to the club, you accept. Walking over to his (your favorite car here), he opens the door for you and slides into the opposite seat, revving the engine, and starts in on the way to your flat.

"Hey…______?" he asks in a quieter voice, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yeah?"

"Love you."

"Heh…same, Demyx. Love you too."

xx