Bad::Punk!EnglandxReader

Punk!England x Reader

Whoever said, "Opposites always attract" was VERY wrong.  Well at lest through Arthur's eyes.  He sure loved you, and the fact that you were so innocent, was… a plus?  Of course he was the perfect gentleman towards you, holding doors, using his pleas' and thank you's, and making sure not too move too fast in your relationship.  

It feels just like it was yesterday
We were in love
Why's it falling apart?
I've never been one to walk away
But I've had enough
And it's breaking my heart

As for you, you loved Arthur more than anything.  He was the absolute perfect boyfriend; despite the fact he dresses like a punk and occasionally goes out to drink with a few of his fellow friends, he is always so chivalrous and caring.  The way he respected the fact that you didn't want to move too fast in you relationship, I mean, you two had only kissed and hugged in the two month relationship you have shared with him thus far.  It was wonderful, he was wonderful!  How could anyone like him hurt you in any way possible and break your heart within seconds?  There was just no way.  

But all of the sudden, something just snapped within him he was willing to risk it all…

Cause you love me just the way that you should
It's nothing that you do
No it's nothing you say
Yeah baby, I know that you're good
But I don't want a good girl No, not today

Damn, did he needed some "attention" he needed something crazy, he needed a bad girl.  The punk inside of him was starting to rage, his past began to slowly consume him and he wanted, no, needed to get physical with ________.  He needed her naïve self to become a wild girl.  It was all or nothing, either way, he had to tell her.

Cause I want it bad I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I want a bad girl, baby, bad I want it bad

Well tonight was just another night, you and Arthur were watching "The Ugly Truth" cuddled closely together and eating popcorn.  You were enjoying the movie that Arthur picked out thus far, it was funny and you always loved Katherine Heigle.  

Until now…  There was quite a dirty scene and you had to shield your eyes from such profound content!  You reached for the remote to fast forward, but Arthur snatched it before you could even touch the cold plastic, and threw the remote on the other side of the couch.

He gave you a grim smirk and kept you locked into his "cuddle," making sure there was no escape.  Your memories where forever stained by the obscenity of the movie, you wanted to scream!  

"How could you Arthur!"  you gasped.  He chuckled and pulled you into him, crashing his lips into yours.  You tried pulling away, but he thought ahead and pinned you to the couch.  

"What are you doing?!  Get off of me!" and with one shove, he was on the ground.  He growled and got up, brushing off his shirt.  He glanced over at you and you just stared with your eyes wide and your mouth agape.  You couldn't believe that he just tried to… to…. To rape your mouth!  How absurd!  

"Heh, we need to talk, love, I don't think I can hold it in much longer.." He muttered.  

"Like heck we need to talk!" you said angrily.  He just sighed disappointedly and sat next to you, placing his hand on your knee; you felt a strange, yet electrifying warmth shoot through your body as he rubbed circles with his thumb, you couldn't quite place your finger on the feeling, but it was driving you nuts.  

"Well, here we go…" he began as he drew in air.  He let it out in a long and exasperated sigh and continued, "My past haunts me love…  I didn't used to be so… gentleman-like, in fact, I was probably the opposite of your so called, 'knight in shining armor.'"  He looked at you and you had a confused expression upon your cute and innocent face.  He slumped over and rubbed his temple with his other hand.  

"Listen, love, I'm going to make this short and sweet:  I really want something more physical from you.  I think you are a fine lover, but you lack something that I desire oh-so very much."  You began to tear up and Arthur saw.  

"Dear God, ________!  You are too innocent!  You're too 'perfect' you're just like every other generic girlfriend and I am need of a wild girl; a girl who likes it HER way and uses me like a bloody dog!"  

"What are you talking about Arthur?" you asked in complete bafflement.

"This is going to take longer than I thought…

I want a girl who stays out too late
And when I call
She doesn't answer the phone
Oh, I want a girl who likes it her way
And through it all
I know I'll end up alone

Yeah yeah, you love me just the way that you should
It's nothing that you do No no, it's nothing you say
Oh pretty baby, I know that you're good
But I don't want a good girl, No not today Mmm

Cause I want it bad I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I wanna fight I wanna rock and roll and party all night
Yeah, I want it bad I want a bad girl, baby, bad I want it bad"

"Then if that's how you feel then you can just leave!  You… you… You… ass hole!" you screamed.  You placed your hands over your mouth in shock, you could not believe what had slipped out of your mouth!  Arthur's angered face suddenly shifted into a slight smirk and he moved closer.  

"That's what I'm talking about love, scream at me!  Get angry at me; call me names that you'd never call anyone.  I want you to be a bad girl love~" he said hoarsely, grabbing your waste and pulling you closer to him into another dangerously, nasty kiss; almost on the verge of barbaric.  

You pulled away and smacked him across the face.  He stared at you with his fiery green eyes and still, his smirk lingered on his pale face, but he backed off.  

"If that's how you feel love, then I'll leave.  Don't even bother trying to contact me, I won't answer~" he said before packing his essentials into a bag, grabbing his wallet and flashing you a sly grin upon exiting through the front door.  

~~

I'm getting sick of predictable Tired of acting logical
Oh yeah, I gotta shake it up tonight
Yeah girl I want something physical
Not something invisible, oh yeah
I'm tired of being good, let's be bad
I want a bad girl baby, bad
And I want a love that's crazy, yeah

~~

It had been a good two weeks since you've seen your ex boyfriend and to be quite honest, it was killing you.  You didn't want to seem clingy, but damn, did you want to see that hunk of British man again…  

You dialed the number of your best friend Elizaveta and ask for her input.  

"Hey girl, what's wrong?"

"Liz…  I need your help…" you told her about the predicament between you and Arthur and asked her how to handle it.  I mean, you really did miss him, a lot, and even if that meant you had to change a bit, then… so be it.

"Hmm, honestly, I can say I've been in a situation like this.  You remember Gilbert right?" Liz asked.

"Yeah?  What about him, he's a punk…" you said hesitantly.  Liz chuckled and your face dropped.  

"Well…  Yeah, he is a punk, and one hell of a kisser…" she started.  

"LIZ?!  Aren't you dating Roderich?!" you gasped in complete shock.  

"Yeah, yeah, he's nice to be around, but Gilbert…  That boy knows how to make me scream his name-"

"STOP THERE.  I don't need to hear any more of this!" you said quickly.  She laughed and said, "So coming from me, I understand his point-of-view.  You want the Brit?  Then you're going to have to work to get him."  

"Meet me here and help me get ready." You said quietly.  

"Be there in 5, and whom might your date be?" she asked sarcastically.

"You know exactly who; the punk that dumped me."  Liz chuckled and hung up the phone.  In less than 3 minutes, she was already at your door with make-up and clothes galore.  

"Let's primp you up for your little Brit, shall we?"

~~

You walked into the bar wearing the tightest of black skinny jeans and tall black stiletto-boots; a loose Rolling Stones shirt that cut off at the collar bone reveling some shoulder and to top it off, a nice-fitting, black leather jacket.  Liz also waved your hair to where it fell perfectly around your face, framing it beautifully, and she fixed up your smoky eye shadow and piled on the eyeliner; you looked hot and you knew it, thank you Liz.  

After a few seconds of scanning the bar, you saw your ex carelessly flirting with some slut and decided to have a little talk with him.  You shoved the girl out her seat and Arthur's thick eyebrows shot up, his face turning a million shades of red.  

"….  Love….  Wow…" was all the blonde, messy-haired, punk could muster.  You smirked and ordered whiskey on the rocks.  

Even more astonishing, once you took hold of the glass, you drank it all in one swift helping and slammed the glass back down onto the table.  You looked back at Arthur with a raised eyebrow and a devilish smile plastered upon your (skin color) face.  He smirked back and said huskily, "Where is the old ________, and can she stay there for a while longer?"  he leaned in and brushed his warm lips against yours, sending sweet vibrations and goose bumps up and down your body.

"I could give her a call?" you whispered on his soft lips, "I don't think she'll mind; the new ________ really likes it here anyways."

Arthur snaked his hands around your waste and growled, pulling you into a passionate kiss.  You slid your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss, turning it into a more heated matter.  

You could taste the rum and whiskey that lingered in this mouth and you traced your tongue along his pearly whites, making him moan into your mouth.  He then picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him as he carried you into the bathroom; only to further enjoy each others' company for the rest of the night.  

I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah I wanna fight
I wanna rock and roll and party all night
Yeah, I want it bad I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I wanna fight I wanna rock and roll and party all night
Yeah, I want it bad