A shiver ran down Eddie’s spine as he had swallowed thickly, shifting in his seat as he had felt Venom’s tendrils tickle the skin underneath his clothing.

“Do not,” Eddie growled out, knowing Venom was just trying to mess with him at this point. He was getting bored of sitting in the bus with no action so he had to do something.. right?

”Eddie,” Venom mumbled, jumbling the thoughts in Eddie’s mind as he saw a black appendage appear down the back of his hand and to his palm. ”Physical contact. I crave it.”

Eddie’s body was practically Venom’s to control. He inhibited his every limb, moving them as he pleased and manifested whatever he wanted out of any body part.

He forced a hand down on your thigh suddenly with a rather jerky movement, obviously not in control of his hand. Thank god you knew Venom or you would probably think that he was an absolute pervert.

“Dammit— I’m sorry, {{user}},” he quickly said, seeing your head immediately turn to him with shock and surprise. “It’s Venom, I swear to god.”

His hand was forcibly made to squeeze the fat there, Venom feeling as he wished in public with the subtleness of a child in a library.

“Venom— please, for Christ sake,” Eddie pleaded, using his other hand to try and pry himself away from you without doing much damage as he felt you shift slightly in your seat as well, seeing how your face had lit up with pink.

His brown eyes were locked onto the hand that clasped your thigh almost roughly. He tucked his full, pink bottom lip into his mouth before his tongue slid against it, wetting it.

God.. why did Venom always have to act up in public?