You drive me crazy — Chapter 1.

This is the story of the journey of a young woman who never thought herself deserving of anything and the young man who accidentally met her, and the way their paths crossing would change each other’s lives. E/É, modern AU.

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“Get out of the car.”

Silence. Awkward silence.

“Excuse m—?”

“Please, stop the car and get out of it.”

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Surprise! Jesus, I know it has certainly been a while since I last posted, and the truth is I’ve been too busy with make-up exams, college and the like. Sadly, I don’t have any new prompts to post yet—though I do want to keep up this blog, so I’ll try my best to post something as soon as possible!—but, to make up for my absence, I come with something that might be interesting for some of you: the first chapter of a multi-chapter story I’ve started to write. I’m currently—although slowly—working on it, but I wanted to give you guys the first look at it even if just to see what you think of it!

I’m going to post it here as well as in ff.net (and AO3 if I can manage to register, but I’m still working on that), so expect it in a few minutes! Thank you for reading and to all those followers who have always stuck around, as usual. I hope you enjoy it <3



Anonymous
Your writing sooo amazing! Please keep writing! Your writing makes me sooo happy:)

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Anonymous
My lovely dear, where have you gone? D':

I am here for you, honey! Aw, it’s so nice to see some people have actually missed my posts :’) thank you so much! <3



Anonymous
guuurl. it has been two weeks. and you should have posted something a week ago. ( not trying to be mean. doing it in an encouraging way cause you said keep badgering you to post something)

I know! Trust me, I know, and I really appreciate your attempt at encouraging me! It really worked because logging in to see this kind of message always makes me want to write :) Thank you so much! <3



Anonymous
Legitimately blown away by your writing, so so good :)

Awwww, thank you so very much! This is a lovely thing to read and it put the biggest smile in my face. I hope you keep enjoying the stories I post :)



Anonymous
POST SOONER POST SOONER YOU SAID TOMORROW TWO DAYS AGO WHICH WAS YESTEDAY! go go go i miss your stories!

Whoa, this message is old and got lost inbetween requests for drabbles, but I’m sorry, darling! I’m here now! <3




Title: Chopsticks
Rating: K
Characters: Éponine, Enjolras
Words: ~2.000
Genre: Humor, fluff (mostly fluff)
Author’s note: I don&#8217;t know if this is what you were expecting because I got a little carried away and the chopsticks ended up becoming more a secondary thing in the story, but I really hope you enjoy this! :)

“It really is not that difficult, you know.”
Éponine glanced up at Enjolras, who was sitting in front of her, for barely half a second; then she just huffed and kept trying because, of course, she was not one to give up that easily. Enjolras, on the other hand, had finished eating a while ago and was now observing him with that huge grin that had appeared on his lips not too long ago. 
“This is fucking ridiculous,” she mumbled under her breath. 
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It really was—they were. Ridiculous was the best word she could find to describe such a dysfunctional relationship as the one she had with Enjolras. He was Enjolras, for fuck’s sake—leader Enjolras, loved-by-everyone Enjolras, flawless Enjolras, and then there was her. Of all people, he had chosen to be with her and Éponine could not really tell what was weirder, the fact that he was in an actual relationship after years of denying any kind of attraction to girls or the fact that it was her the one he chose to be with. 
It was not that Éponine’s self-esteem was terrible or that she thought she was not enough for him… okay, maybe she did think that sometimes, although the truth was she actually thought they somewhat made a pretty nice couple, despite their differences and all. However, she still could not help thinking it was ridiculous watching the two of them together; in the good way, maybe, but still ridiculous.
The reason why she thought this was because they were complete opposites. While she preferred dogs, he was more of a cats person; she loved winter, the cold weather and the snow but he was much fonder of the warmth of summer; her favorite films were horror ones while he could not stand them; the list of things that were different between the two of them was unending. 
Then there was how gracious he was with everything he did, as opposed to her awkwardness and how easy it was for her to screw things up and make mistakes. Hell, she could not even use chopsticks properly.
“Alright,” Enjolras sighed deeply, and as she looked up at him again after having stopped fumbling with the food on her plate, she understood he was accepting his defeat as she saw him stand up, probably to go lie on the couch while she finished eating. TV was normally shit, or so he normally said, but he would probably find out something more entertaining than watching her finish her food if he turned it on. 
However, she realized how wrong she was when, instead of making his way to the living room, she watched him stroll behind her. 
“I’m not a child, Enjolras, I can—”
But she couldn’t, and he knew that too well. He also knew better than to treat her like a child. He most likely would not want to end that night with a black eye, but fortunately he knew what to do to appease her. Éponine would ramble over and over again about how she hated it, that power he had over her, that way of knowing exactly what to do every single moment—because, after all, he was still flawless Enjolras—but the truth was she actually loved it because it could only mean one thing: that he knew her perfectly.
“Just let me help you.”
Éponine, accepting her defeat, threw the chopsticks back on the plate nad looked bac at him, who was now closer to her. His body was practically pressed against hers and, for a second, she forgot that he was supposed to teach them how to use chopsticks because that warmth, that sensation of familiarity usually managed to make her forget about anything else. 
“Alright, grab them again,” he instructed in a low voice, his lips next to her ear. Éponine fought as hard as she could to keep her cheeks from blushing, because the vibration of his words against her skin had caused her to shiver and she was damn sure he had noticed. A part of her was completely confident that Enjolras knew way too well the kind of power he had over her and relished himself on it; but then again, he could be pretty oblivious when it came to these things and he was never one to acknowledge his power or his intelligence or the fact that he was probably better than anyone at pretty much anything and everything. She would have snorted at this because, really, it was hilarious, but her thoughts vanished when she felt Enjolras’ hand grabbing her own. Éponine smiled at the fact that he was even trying to help her with his left hand, the one she used, even though he was right-handed. “Hold them firmly or your fingers will start to shake and you won’t be able to grab any food,” he explained as he quietly showed her the way she had to grab them so that she wouldn’t drop them while trying to eat. 
“Like this?” She whispered almost sheepishly, although the grin that was now on her face was genuine. Enjolras merely nodded and focused on helping her actually use the chopsticks to grab some rice, but the way he was gently, absentmindedly caressing her right arm caused her to drop it all. “God, I can’t get it right if you keep doing that,” she complained with a groan, attempting to glare at him although she was not particularly in the mood to be mad at her boyfriend at that moment. 
Enjolras just snorted.
“You can always just use a fork, you know,” he teased, allowing her to drop the chopsticks again by releasing her left hand but still stroking her right arm with his fingertips.
“I can’t get anything right, can I?” She whispered, more to herself than to him, although he could note the frustration on her voice.
“That’s a huge lie, Ep,” Enjolras retorted, crossing his arms in front of his chest when she proceeded to turn around still sitting on her chair, an eyebrow raised as she looked at him questioningly.
“You know, not everybody can be perfect at everything they do like you are. It’s not that eas—”
“I am not perfect,” he stated firmly, and the seriousness on his voice was what caused her to stop talking. She knew he did not take it too well when people reminded him how good he was. She knew he would rather bring the good out in other people rather than boast about his own greatness. She knew he considered her way better than she considered herself. But still, sometimes, she could not bring herself to believe him. “Éponine, you’re really good at so many things,” he mouthed, that familiar phrase ringing in her ears one more time as she looked away from him, sighing deeply.
“Alright. Then what am I good at?”
She had to ask that because, of course, she liked it when people paid attention to her. She liked to have someone care about her and actually show it; she liked feeling the way she felt back in her pampered childhood when her parents would give her all she asked for, not to mention how they always made sure to remember her how good of a girl she was, how she was their favorite and how they would never stop loving her.
Those were good times, indeed.
Barely anything was left of the little Éponine currently, although she had learnt a lot of things from her family and their friends… probably way too many. She was mischievous, one hell of a liar, she could snatch your cell phone while talking to you and you would not even notice, but those were not things to be proud of being good at. She was not proud of those things, and she still needed those reassuring words from someone telling her those were not the only things she was good at because, if there was anything left of that pampered child other than all the mean things she learned from her parents, that was the need for attention, for affection. That is the only reason why she asked him, and Éponine was almost sure that he knew exactly the reason—because he was Enjolras and he was smart enough and he knew her really well—but she also knew he would not mind answering that question for her, if that made her happy.
“What am I good at, Enjolras?” She inquired again and an impatient smirk appeared on her lips, because he was taking his time to answer. It was not until several seconds later that he finally glanced at her right in the eye, bending over towards her and placing each of his hands on one side of her chair behind her so that their faces were close enough for him to have to whisper.
“You’re good at holding your alcohol, for instance—and you know how terrible I am at that,” he started, and the corners of his lips rose a little bit when she chuckled, but he kept talking. “You make some hella good burritos. And coffee, your coffee’s great—I don’t think I would want to have any other coffee than yours when I wake up every morning. You also have a great sense of humor… you’re one of the funniest people I know, Ep.”
“Bullshit,” she let out a genuine laughter as she shook her head. Any of their friends was definitely way more hilarious than she was.
“I mean it! You manage to make me laugh even when I’m pissed or upset or sad, and not even my closest friends can do that,” he said reassuringly, and she loved how his grin had grown ever since he heard her laugh. “You are…” he continued, clearing his throat awkwardly, “you’re pretty, uh, damn good in bed, also. But that’s another story—”
“I happen to want to hear more about that story,” she interrupted, her eyebrows raised as she bit her lower lip amusedly.
“Another time, maybe,” he replied as he narrowed his eyes, because of course she would try and take advantage of any possible situation to make him feel awkward. He had brought this to himself, though, really.
“What’s your favorite?” Éponine asked after silently agreeing to leave that conversation for later and changing the topic. “Your favorite thing about me, that is.” If he said coffee again, she was going to chop off his balls.
The answer, however, was completely different and unexpected for her.
“The way you put up with me so easily, like you’ve always been used to my mood changes and how tiresome I can get sometimes and how I normally take everything out on you when it’s not your fault most of the time.” This time, his answer was almost instantaneous and she liked that. She liked that he did not even have to think about it, that it was so clear for him what he liked best in her.
On the other hand, she did take a few, long seconds to raise her voice again.
“You can be tiresome sometimes,” she nodded, agreeing with him, although there was a grin on her face that showed she was not a hundred percent seriously.
“Indeed,” he admitted after sighing in relief, satisfied that she could recognize some of his flaws, that she did not really think he was perfect. “You have a great patience when it comes to bearing with me.”
“Well, you’re not that bad when it comes to me either,” she replied contently, allowing one of her hands to make her way to his jaw and cheek, caressing them tenderly.
“Isn’t that what being a couple is about? Balancing each other out and all that stuff?” 
Éponine loved the way Enjolras still managed to sound smart and correct even when she knew he had not much idea of what he was talking about. It was endearing, and it caused her to giggle and tilt her head to her side.
“Yes, yes it is.”
Enjolras mirrored her smile seconds later, bringing his face closer to hers to kiss her lips tenderly, as if trying to assure her he meant every single word he had told her earlier. And the best part was that she truly did believe them.
“So… your dinner—”
Éponine laughed at that comment and stood up, taking the chopsticks before walking away from the table.

“Yeah, I’m definitely grabbing a fork,” she nodded at him amusedly as she made her way to the kitchen.
  • Title: Chopsticks
  • Rating: K
  • Characters: Éponine, Enjolras
  • Words: ~2.000
  • Genre: Humor, fluff (mostly fluff)
  • Author’s note: I don’t know if this is what you were expecting because I got a little carried away and the chopsticks ended up becoming more a secondary thing in the story, but I really hope you enjoy this! :)

“It really is not that difficult, you know.”

Éponine glanced up at Enjolras, who was sitting in front of her, for barely half a second; then she just huffed and kept trying because, of course, she was not one to give up that easily. Enjolras, on the other hand, had finished eating a while ago and was now observing him with that huge grin that had appeared on his lips not too long ago.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” she mumbled under her breath.

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Title: Really bad things
Rating: M (explicit scenes. Kind of?)
Characters: Éponine, Enjolras, Les Amis (Grantaire, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Bahorel, Jehan), Cosette, Marius
Words: ~2.300
Genre: Humor, Smut (I guess it&#8217;s right to label it under smut too)
Author’s note: I have no idea what this is, but it was fun writing it. Here, have some drunk!Enjolras and sexually frustrated!Éponine. Enjoy! :)

“Your girlfriend is going to kill you,” Courfeyrac stated, a way too serious expression on his face having into account it was him. 
“Wrong!” Enjolras exclaimed, pointing at his friend with a shaky finger. “She’s going to kill R. I’m innocent as a kitty.”
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Combeferre opened his mouth, probably to tell the other guy to keep his mouth closed if he did not want to embarrass himself anymore, but the roaring laughs of the rest of their friends eclipsed his own voice and he decided to give up on trying. It’s not like he would listen given his state, anyway.
“How many drinks did he have, anyway?” He chose to ask instead, his eyes flicking between Courfeyrac and Grantaire. The latter, meanwhile, was amazed by their friend’s drunkenness.
“I don’t think he even had too many, actually,” Courfeyrac explained. “He’s not used to drinking, though.”
“I’ve created a monster,” Grantaire whispered astonishingly, a proud smile on his face as he spoke. Courfeyrac face palmed.
“She really is going to kill all of us,” Combeferre muttered.
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Éponine was not one to dress up too fancily or spend hours in front of the mirror or put on too much make up or give that much importance to her physical appearance, but things changed completely when Cosette decided to drop by her place, and what was going to be a quick change of clothes and putting her hair on a ponytail for hanging out with her friends turned into a complete makeover.
“But I don’t like straight hair,” she complained as the other girl worked on making her ‘do look pretty, as she had nicely put it.
“You’ll like it when you see yourself with it, silly girl.” 
Éponine rolled her eyes. Cosette’s positivism was almost sickening.
“We’re just going to hang out. It’s not even a special occasion so I don’t get why I should take so much time on getting read—”
“Come on, Ep, you’re to look fabulous! Isn’t that enough of a reason for you?”
“Do you want the truth?” She inquired sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
“Enjolras is going to want to do really bad things with you. Does that sound better?” Cosette whispered after a while, and Éponine could not help laughing out loud at her wording.
“Did you really just say do really bad things?” 
“Shut it,” the blonde retorted, narrowing her eyes and glaring at the other girl for a couple seconds before going back to her naturally cheerful expression. “You’re lucky I appreciate you so very much.”
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“Okay, now put on some red lipstick and you’re done.”
Éponine sighed deeply, having been staring at her reflection in the mirror for nearly two minutes. She did not like the way she looked—or rather, she did, but she was not used to wearing that kind of fancy clothes, nice hair and even make up. 
“Are you sure it’s not too much?” She inquired, swirling around to have, one more time, a look at the skirt she had—forcefully—borrowed from Cosette. She was surprised it fitted her having into account she was way skinnier than the blonde (actually, she was sickeningly skinny), but it did, and the truth was she could pull it off rather well.
“You look beautiful,” Cosette affirmed with an enormous grin in her lips. “Come on! We’re so late already.”
Éponine merely groaned, looked at her reflection one more time and shrugged at herself before grabbing her bag and leaving the house behind Cosette.
***
“I got it!”
Enjolras’ random shout in the middle of the other guys’ conversation managed to startle them. They had not even had time enough to forget about how drunk he was, yet he had decided to catch their attention again. He was even standing up, just like he did whenever he wanted to speak about something serious. There was something different this time, though: he was probably not going to speak about anything serious.
He literally waited until each one of his friends was looking at him expectantly, and then he flashed his biggest grin at them.
“Let’s play karaoke. I’ll pick one of Ep’s favorite songs and dedicate it to her when she’s here. She’ll love it so much she won’t even be angry.” 
Les Amis’ reactions were different depending on which one of them—Combeferre kept shaking his head and wondering how he had allowed for this to happen; Courfeyrac, Grantaire and Bahorel burst out laughing again; Marius did not even seem to know yet that Enjolras was completely wasted and, surprisingly, Jehan approved of the karaoke. 
Their conversation had become more like a session of bickering with one another when Cosette and Éponine stormed in. The blonde wore a grin on her lips as she waved at their friends, but the brunette was half-hiding behind the other girl because she did not want to be seen yet. 
“Hey guys!” Cosette exclaimed and, as Marius quickly approached her, she pecked her lips tenderly. 
“Oh my God,” everybody could hear Enjolras say this time. 
Éponine was slow to realize he pronounced those words because he had seen her hiding behind Cosette. It would have been endearing to know he had been the one to notice her presence, if it were not for the way he was shamelessly staring at her like he wanted to do really bad—okay, no, she was not going to think like Cosette.
“Hi,” she faked an awkward grin as she waved her hand at her boyfriend, and Enjolras merely approached her in silence. Her cheeks were flushing red because he was literally gaping at her, and she punched his shoulder lightly when he was close enough, bringing him back to Earth.
“What—you—” he started, unable to find the words as his eyes went down and fixed on her legs. “You’re wearing a skirt.”
Éponine groaned to herself. Yes, she was wearing a skirt and it was the most ridiculous thing in the world. She did not need to be reminded of it, let alone by her boyfriend. Hell, a part of her just wanted to go home with him and take off all these stupid clothes and make up and just lie in bed with him, because she knew he liked her in anything she could wear and that was what made her feel most comfortable about herself.
Enjolras, however, seemed to like her outfit very much.
“You look hot,” he spat when he saw she was not going to say anything on the matter. “Like really hot. Is that Cosette’s? You should keep it. I don’t see Cosette wearing clothes as sexy as this. You can pull them off better.”
He was speaking so much and Éponine was speechless and embarrassed, and Cosette would have been offended if it weren’t for the fact that she was happy that her friend’s boyfriend was actually reacting the same way she had planned, and Les Amis were, again, too amused for words.
“Shit,” he breathed out, “seriously, you know I normally love your jeans but why don’t you wear skirts more often? You have amazing legs and—”
“Enjolras,” she caught his attention, her eyes wide open and her face still burning with shame.
“But I’m speaking the truth! You know what they say, children and drunk people always say the drunk or something.”
She was confident that he was still talking but she could not help but zoning out when he said that, her eyebrows furrowed. It was only a few seconds later that she realized what he meant.
“Oh my God you’re drunk,” she muttered, flashing a glare at Grantaire. 
“Wha—oh shit,” he swallowed hard, realizing he had screwed up. “I’m fine, though. I’m completely fine, I’m just—” Enjolras was about to keep talking, but as he stepped towards her once more he stumbled and was about to fall, were it not for the fact that Éponine grabbed his arm and he leaned against the table. 
“Of fucking course, you’re perfectly fine,” she said sarcastically after sighing. “Let’s sit down, come on.”
It was not that Éponine cared about her boyfriend getting drunk. Hell, she was the one to get drunk at least half of the times they went out with Les Amis, but she had learned not to be a burden to Enjolras. If she turned into an annoying drunk, which she often did, she just forced herself to stay away from him unless he approached her. Enjolras was not too used to getting drunk, though, and whenever he did he was not able to control himself like that. It was hilarious and even endearing the first two or three times, but she eventually learned she simply could not deal with drunk Enjolras most of the time; and so, she punched Grantaire’s arm when she was in her way to take a seat.
“Ow! What was that for?” He had inquired.
“You know what that was for.”
The night was oddly calm; the girls had been rather late so they had been drinking way earlier, and when Cosette and Éponine arrived they were over it. That is, everyone but Enjolras, who was still being an annoying little shit.
Éponine decided not to be too hard on him because it had been probably all R’s fault—after all, it always was—, but things changed completely when she felt his hand on his thigh. She cleared her throat and sent him a questioning glance, but he was smirking widely and she just gave up. If he wanted to fucking touch her thigh, fine. What she did not expect was for him to bring his hand up, playing with the hem of her shirt and then slowly sliding it beneath.
“Enjolras,” she whispered, nudging him, but he shushed her and pretended to be paying attention to someone else’s conversation, even with his hand busy down under her skirt. Even when he was drunk, he was fucking good at pretending.
The best solution she could come up with in the first place was ignoring him, but soon enough there was nothing she could do to keep her mind busy from his touch. His hand was moving slowly and she could not tell whether it was because he wanted to tease her or because he was too drunk to move faster, but she was dying there. He traced circles with his fingertips all along her thigh and every time he went a little further, until the point where his hand was nearly between her legs. 
Éponine’s lips were pursed and her arms were crossed as she tried her best to keep it together, though eventually she had to stop herself from talking because her voice was shaky and she did not want anyone to notice.
“I know you’re loud but stay quiet this time, yeah?” Enjolras whispered huskily after tilting his head towards her ear.
“I’m going to kill you,” she responded quietly, narrowing her eyes.
She would have done something about it, but right when she was about to shove his hand away from her, he started rubbing his fingertips against the fabric of her underwear and she lost it. Licking her lips, she glanced around and it surprised her how no one had noticed about their little show, but her thoughts were somewhere else when Enjolras applied a little more pressure to his movements, and she let out a small fuck before clearing her throat.
He went on for a while, apparently not wanting to rush anything, and Éponine would have loved to say she eventually got used to the sensation and, therefore, could ignore it, but the truth is that did not happen. In fact, with every circle his fingers traced around her clit she had to fight so hard not to jerk, and her lips were tightly pressed because she knew she could let go a moan at any moment and she did not want to embarrass herself. A part of her, though, wanted so badly to do it, to expose herself and Enjolras even if just in order to make him stop or embarrass him instead, but she knew deep down that it would take much more than that to embarrass her boyfriend, and she even doubted that would make him stop, so she quickly rejected that plan.
Enjolras was enjoying way too much, so much he even felt like he was not drunk anymore, and he could not help licking his lips as he tugged at the waistband of her panties and attempted to slide his fingers inside.
Éponine had had enough, though, and she quickly stood up, grabbing Enjolras’ arm and forcing him to stand up with her.
“We’re going home, we’ll call tomorrow!” She exclaimed all of a sudden and in a rush, waving her hand and storming out of the café under their friends’ surprised glances.
Enjolras let out a snicker when they were outside, pretty much sober now although he was still feeling a little dizzy and it was not so easy to walk properly.
“We can finish it at home, you know,” he said in an attempt of sounding tempting.
“We’re not doing anything,” she exclaimed with frustration, walking probably way too fast for Enjolras’ preference. “I’m not having sex with you while you’re drunk,” she added, reminding him one of the rules of their commitment. It normally worked the other way around, because Enjolras always refused to do anything with her when she had had a few too many drinks even if she always wanted him, drunk or not; but now it was her time for revenge.
“Oh, come on! I nearly got you to come back in there,” he pleaded, throwing his hands in the air.
Her face turned red again, and she avoided looking at him. Enjolras snorted again, satisfied with her reaction.

“Shut the hell up.”
  • Title: Really bad things
  • Rating: M (explicit scenes. Kind of?)
  • Characters: Éponine, Enjolras, Les Amis (Grantaire, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Bahorel, Jehan), Cosette, Marius
  • Words: ~2.300
  • Genre: Humor, Smut (I guess it’s right to label it under smut too)
  • Author’s note: I have no idea what this is, but it was fun writing it. Here, have some drunk!Enjolras and sexually frustrated!Éponine. Enjoy! :)

“Your girlfriend is going to kill you,” Courfeyrac stated, a way too serious expression on his face having into account it was him.

“Wrong!” Enjolras exclaimed, pointing at his friend with a shaky finger. “She’s going to kill R. I’m innocent as a kitty.”

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Title: Grocery Shopping pt. II (pt. I here)
Rating: M (explicit sexual scenes)
Characters: Éponine, Enjolras
Words: ~2.000
Genre: Smut
Author’s note: Yaaaay, my first sequel! I loved getting a prompt for this one, and I enjoyed so much writing it. I hope you like it as well!

If there was something no one could doubt about Enjolras, it was the fact that he never failed to keep a promise. 
He was not a morning person. He really wasn’t, but he knew the situation required it and so he set his alarm at a time when he knew Éponine would still be sleeping. He was not sure if she even noticed, and even if she did, she did not ask or comment anything about it; but he thought that was the most thrilling thing of it all.
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He had enjoyed his candy, and now it was time to give Éponine what he had promised he would. Besides, if there was some better way for him to completely wake up other than coffee itself that was morning sex. 
Enjolras buried his head under the sheets as he mentally thanked the fact that Éponine rarely wore any pajamas; instead, she preferred sleeping in just one of his shirts and her underwear. That was not only one of the sexiest things in the world in his opinion, but it also made it way easier for him to make his way down her body. 
Some buttons of the shirt of his she was wearing were undone, revealing her stomach and insinuating the nearly perfect round shape of her breasts, and he could not help himself from kissing every inch of skin he could. She shed warmth, and the way she shivered under the mere touch of his lips was priceless. After delighting himself with the smoothness of her skin, the warmth she emanated, and her intoxicating scent for a considerable time, he finally made room for his head between her legs, making himself comfortable. Enjolras was not impatient when it came to this because one of the things he enjoyed the most about their sex was dedicating a lot of time to her body; it was as if he just could not get tired of kissing, touching, biting, scratching every part of her silhouette.
In order to make the position less uncomfortable and easier, Enjolras grabbed her by the buttocks and lifted her up slightly, placing each one of her hands over both of his shoulders so that her crotch was now mere inches away from his face. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and he could not help the quiet moan that escaped his throat when he took in all of her aroma. He started slowly, tentatively, as he normally did—his fingertips tenderly caressing her thighs over his shoulders as he brought his lips closer to her sex, pressing brief kisses over her panties. Éponine was still asleep, but the way she seemed to be starting to react to his actions was priceless; quiet gasps, slight twitches of her body and Enjolras’ personal favorite: the way she always pressed her cheek against the pillow, almost immediately, when she was being given pleasure. He could not help himself from smiling as he dedicated her face a lingering glance, but that did not distract him from what he was doing. In fact, he moved further, faster; grabbing a firm hold of her thighs and leaving a trail of small bites between her legs, but still not bothering to get rid of her underwear. 
His main intention was to have her wake up; that is why he was taking an especially long amount of time on teasing her, that is why he was taking it so slow. Fortunately, he heard some kind of a mewl and he smirked, knowing it could only mean she was finally awake.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she groaned, her voice breathy and her chest already heaving. She caught him kissing all his way up to her navel and, judging by her face, he could tell she was enjoying it. 
“Do you want me to stop?” Enjolras inquired, eyebrows raised and mouth and nose still pressed against his skin as he went back down at a painfully slow speed. 
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she threatened.
“Shut up, then.”
Éponine seemed to be able to oblige, because she did not say a word after his request to remain silent. He flashed a brief look at her hands and noticed how they were already starting to get a grip of the sheets, sign that he was getting what she wanted from her. Winking at her, Enjolras kept making his way down until he was placed between her legs one more time, and he slightly buried his nose and mouth against her groin. He knew that making noses against her was something that drove her crazy and he would probably do it on purpose if he could, but the truth was that he could not help it because the mere fact of having her scent so close aroused him greatly. Enjolras closed his eyes and groaned, and the way Éponine bucked up her hips against his face caused him to laugh slightly, which was not of much help for the girl, who let out a whimper. 
He was probably too busy to notice how the girl was attempting to take her panties off, and by the moment she pushed him away and he actually realized what she was trying to do, Enjolras made sure to stop her, looking up at her eyes questioningly. Her look, on the other hand, was completely different—irritated, mainly.
“Take them off!” she exclaimed, her eyes narrowed. Enjolras pulled away, kneeling down and and looking at her, and he could feel her trembling with frustration at the lack of his touch on her.
“I think I told you to shut up,” his voice was now lower and huskier, and his face had turned serious. Judging by their previous experience on bed, Éponine had showed him that one of the things she liked and enjoyed the most of him was his roughness, and so whenever he had the chance, he did not hesitate to let his darkest side come out.
“You’re infuriating.”
Narrowing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows with fake anger, Enjolras grabbed her legs again and lifted them up promptly, causing her to gasp. He stretched them until her feet were at each side of her face, securing her position with his hands on her thighs and gazing in amazement at how flexible she was—something that had always driven him crazy about her. Éponine, on the other hand, tried his best to resist and stop him, but her attempts were in vain because he was not willing to let go of her any soon. Instead, he licked her lips as he trailed a couple fingers over her sex, taking his time on stroking her clit in slow circles. Such movements caused her to groan desperately, helpless under his touch. She was starting to move too much and, therefore, complicating Enjolras’ job, so he smacked her ass in an attempt to make her stop; Éponine responded by growling.
“Enjolras— please,” he could hear her whisper and he smirked again, always content whenever she decided to stop fighting back and instead went for begging. He loved hearing her beg. 
“Please what?” He inquired with a clueless expression on his face as he stared at her, although his hand hadn’t stopped moving. In fact, he was now attempting to finger her slowly, if it were not because her panties supposed a barrier between him and her body. It was clearly driving her insane, and he knew perfectly what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her say it.
“Please… fuck me,” she muttered, and Enjolras snorted at how silently she pronounced those words, almost as if she were embarrassed of saying them out loud.
“I can’t hear you, babe.” His response frustrated Éponine greatly again, and she started moving her hips as fast as she could considering her position. Clicking his tongue, Enjolras shook his head briefly before slapping her ass again. “Stay still,” he instructed sternly.
“Please, fuck me,” she stated, a hint of annoyance on her voice though it sounded more clearly this time.
“Now that’s better,” he teased, tracing his lips over his lower lip briefly before grabbing the hem of her underwear and tugging at it slightly before finally pulling them down, exposing her bare ass and her slit, already glistening with her own juices. Enjolras stared absently at the wonderful view that was now in front of him and licked his lips unconsciously, only realizing that he had been zoned out seconds later and quickly going back to what he had been doing before.
His fingers quickly made his way to her sex one more time and he rubbed them against her more quickly now, decided to give her what she had asked for because he considered she had had enough. Enjolras buried the tip of his index finger inside her a couple times before completely removing his hand, instead lowering his head and placing open-mouthed kisses all over her wetness and quick bites on her butt. Éponine’s noises were louder now, and he was mentally thankful for that because he loved hearing her when it was him who was pleasuring her. His lips eventually reached her slit again and he licked her labia and her clit hastily, only to end by digging his tongue inside her, still keeping the same fast pace. 
When Enjolras decided it was time to return her to her former position, mostly because it would be more comfortable for her, it was not long enough until Éponine’s cheek was pressed against the pillow again, and she was biting one of her wrists in order to muffle the sounds that were unavoidably coming out of her throat. Enjolras went back to his spot between her legs and started licking every inch of her he could reach, savoring her taste. He pulled his face away for long enough to press a couple fingers inside her sex at once, which was not too hard considering how wet she was but still managed to surprise her, who let out a loud gasp. As he started a steady rhythm, he relished every second he could stare at her face, flushing red and filled with pleasure. He heard her groan, heard her curse and watched her flutter her eyes shut, panting heavily. Knowing it would not be too long until she reached her peak, he decided to make sure her orgasm would be greater and buried his face against her one more time, wrapping his lips around the little bundle of nerves at the beginning of her sex and sucking hard while fastening the pace of his fingers inside her.
The little spasms of her body along with her moans becoming more often and high-pitched indicated Enjolras that she was about to end, and he looked up at her while he kept doing what he was doing because he just loved watching her face as she came. Éponine bucked up her hips against him for the last time, saying his name repeatedly as she reached her climax, and Enjolras took his time to keep fingering her at a way slower pace, his lips leaving ghostly kisses all over her stomach. 
“Good morning to you, too,” he casually said as he grinned at her once he had finally joined her back in bed.
“That’s a fucking great way of waking up, if you ask me,” she answered, and Enjolras could not help laughing out loud before getting closer to her and kissing her lips briefly.
As soon as he pulled away, however, he stood up quickly. Éponine looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a confused expression, but she did not choose to move, still way too much into her post-orgasm state.
“Where are you going?” She mumbled, her still sleepy voice causing him to chuckle.
“I’m hungry,” Enjolras shrugged as he made his way out of the room, stopping by the door and turning around to lean against the doorframe, eyes fixed on her.
“What?” 
“I want candy!” He exclaimed. “Want something?”
Éponine snorted as soon as she remembered about the candy. He was completely insane.

“Never doing the grocery shopping with you again.”
  • Title: Grocery Shopping pt. II (pt. I here)
  • Rating: M (explicit sexual scenes)
  • Characters: Éponine, Enjolras
  • Words: ~2.000
  • Genre: Smut
  • Author’s note: Yaaaay, my first sequel! I loved getting a prompt for this one, and I enjoyed so much writing it. I hope you like it as well!

If there was something no one could doubt about Enjolras, it was the fact that he never failed to keep a promise.

He was not a morning person. He really wasn’t, but he knew the situation required it and so he set his alarm at a time when he knew Éponine would still be sleeping. He was not sure if she even noticed, and even if she did, she did not ask or comment anything about it; but he thought that was the most thrilling thing of it all.

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