#josuke8

first time drawing these two and they're super fun!!

my boyfriend and my girlfriend…..sighs

— COFFEE JELLY ; coffee x gn! reader

there’s no such thing as a favorite customer with the youngest born, especially not someone as mousy and pathetic as you... so why is he sitting with you?

happy belated birthday to the absolute fkin monstrosity that is @josuke8​ ! can’t believe i have maintained an actual online relationship for at least a year, five years, in fact! usually i want to strangle you, but for now here’s a fic for my best boy!

check out her oc’s cafe and get acquainted with the delightful siblings here !

"oh coffee!” your voice makes the man look up from his phone and over the counter. the first thing he notes is that you’ve put on makeup— you’ve never bothered to do that. the second thing is how you look brighter than usual. “you’re back in the cafe! finals must be over then, huh?”

he makes his usual uninterested scoff but straightens his back to get a clearer look at you. matching foundation, a subtle but glossy lipgloss, perfectly lined eyeliner... what the hell was going on? you usually looked like you dragged yourself out of bed and went out looking as low-maintenance as possible, but today you decided to look decent. he thinks that he might be looking at you for too long and might give you the wrong idea, but you’ve shifted your attention to the menu and started pointing out your order.

“... one strawberry shortcake frappucino, if you please.” you smile at his dumbstruck face and place the money on the counter. “thank you!” 

you leave him to his own devices as you take a seat, bringing out your phone and tapping away with obvious glee. while he blends and pours your drink, he watches you from the corner of his eye as your stupid face twists into several stupid expressions. you’re happy. you’re not the dead-eyed thing that waltzed in every friday evening to get an extra pump of espresso to keep their gear running for another long night of typing out your thesis.

he almost slams the sickly pink drink onto the counter when he remembers that all damage will be taken from his own pocket. he grunts and carefully sets it on a tray, not before glaring at the odious thing. pink. you were all brown and black as you chugged mouthful and mouthful of coffee without any care for your wellbeing.

a tray slams down on your table and makes you jolt and look up from your phone. coffee towers over you, his usual scowl on his face, but his eyes look fiercer than ever. your drink slides in front of you, but you tilt your head in confusion when dessert comes next.

“i... don’t think i ever ordered a coffee pudding,” you smile meekly up at the boy, but he ignores you in favor of taking a seat in front of you. “oh, uh, you’re sitting there?”

“is there a problem?” he snapped and you quickly shrink into your seat, shaking your head no. there is a problem, you’d like to interject, but somehow he seemed to be in a mood sourer than most days. 

the mood becomes awkward when coffee uses this time to scrutinize you, trying to pick out any flaw that he can use to make a snide remark. but no, you’re dolled up to perfection, clearly trying to make a good impression to whoever you’re meeting. he clicks his tongue.

he can see you making quick peeks at your phone that’s laying on the table, fingers itching to make a response to whoever is blowing up your DMs. you take nervous sips of your drink, the sweet drink feeling like ash under coffee’s blatant scrutiny. you flinch when his lips curve into a demeaning smirk, leaning his head on one hand as he finally starts conversation.

“who’s the lucky guy?”

you jolt in surprise. “h-huh? what are you talking about?”

he scoffs. “do you take me for a fool?” he points a lazy finger at your appearance. “you actually look decent for once. certainly room for improvement but hey,” he sneers. “if you can turn that mess into something worth looking at, then i can acknowledge the effort.”

feelings of embarrassment rising up in your throat, you turn down your eyes to stare hard at the table. did you... actually look that terrible before? you tug at your hair unconsciously. oh no... you didn’t bother styling up your hair today. what if your natural hair looked like a disaster?

coffee’s eyes fall on the on the dessert. your strawberry latte is halfway finished but the coffee pudding is still untouched. he furrows his brows, clicking his tongue with such dismay and irritation that you felt that that little click resounded throughout the entire cafe. “what are you doing?” his brown eyes shot up to you. “the pudding is on the house. aren’t you going to be grateful and eat it?” 

you finger your straw and look down. “i... uh, i’ll take it for take out. i’m cutting back on sweets for the time— mph!” 

coffee unceremoniously shoves a spoonful of pudding into your mouth, cupping his palm with one hand as he eyes your suprised reaction.  “a diet?” he sneers and presses the spoon down on your tongue that only flustered squeaks come from your mouth. “you? trying to impress some guy who won’t even look at you twice after this date?”

he pulls the spoon away, a string of saliva connecting the metal spoon and your parted lips before it breaks. you’re cherry red when you look up at him eyes that beg him for an answer, that questions the sudden aggressiveness. coffee had always regarded you with apathy, sometimes making snide comments about your hideous outfit or eyeing your eyebags and messy hair judgementally. now he paid you special attention, attention you didn’t even wanted. 

clear delight turns his lips into a sneer and darken his chocolate brown eyes into a shade hungering and lusting for more. he leans forward and cups your head gently into his palm, tilting your head to face up at him. your teary eyes shake a bit at this forwardness, body trembling to pull away but unable to.

“you’re cuter this way,” he murmurs almost sweetly, then his eyes narrow and clenches his fingers into your cheeks until your mouth gapes just wide enough for him to take a peek at your pretty pink tongue. “open wide~”

he shoves spoon after spoon of coffee pudding into your mouth, never leaving you time to swallow properly. you splutter and gurgle, but it only feeds into his pleasure. the imbalance in power invigorates him, him the shepherd that feeds and you the lost and wandering sheep. you certainly look and act the part with your tears and submissiveness.

once he lets you go, you cough and he leans back into his seat with a sense of satisfaction. coffee isn’t one for impulsiveness— that’s for his maniac of a brother, strawberry— but he catches himself stealing a quick peck on your forehead, more tender than he’d like to admit. a glaze that you find unnatural on him stills him for a second, before he shakes his head and reforms his face back into his usual scowl. he starts cleaning up and once he has everything on the tray, he looks back at your red cheeks and trembling eyes.

“fix your hair and actually find a blush that matches your skin tone,” he says ever so helpfully, with a smile that seems sweet but only sends chills down your spine. “what were you thinking going out in that top anyway?”

before you frantically fish out your mirror pocket and take a look at your face, he adds on, “oh, and you might want to do something about your date outside.”