Hey!! i was wondering if you could write something angst with happy ending? (with anyone and any era)
yes!! i can! love me some of that!!! here is late 90s Jason with some angst and a happy (smut) ending.
this might have been inspired by a dream i had, who knows?
Breakfast is Served
summary: Jason shows up to your house after having a rough night, he's looking for answers and comfort. You are close friends with the band ^^
pairing: '97!Jason x fem!reader
warnings: just a lil angst, jealousy, slight smut, happy ending (wink wonk), again loving to beg, nsfw
word count: 789
A/N: like i said, majorly inspired by a dream i had a few months ago. still stuck in my head, and it was too good to not use it.
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You're walking around your kitchen in some comfortable clothes, a big shirt and some panties. You’re cooking up a quick and easy breakfast for yourself, but of course, you’ve made way too much.
There’s a knock on your door, you walk towards it and you’re met with Jason’s excited, yet nervous eyes. “Jason! Oh my god!” you walk into his arms and he squeezes you tightly. “Hi baby…” he softly speaks.
“You’re just in time for breakfast, come on!” you pull his arm towards the kitchen.
“I, uh- I wanted to ask you something first, actually.” He shuffles in nervously and you turn around and notice his demeanor change. “If that’s okay.”
“Of course, are you alright?” you ask.
“Yeah ‘m fine, ‘s just...” He scoffs for not being able to look you in the eye. “Do you love me?”
Your heart sinks to your stomach, “what?”
“Do you,” he starts to tear up, “love me?”
“Yes! I do!” you grab his face, “why are you asking me this?”
“Do you love me, like you love James?” He gulps. “Like you love Kirk?” He puts his hands over yours, squeezing them. “Like you love Lars?”
“Yes, I love you the same way I love them.” you say.
“Why does it sometimes feel like you don’t?” He’s almost crying at this point.
“Jason, I love you. Alright?” you hug him tightly. “Did the boys say anything to you?”
“No… I can just feel it sometimes. Ya know?” He wipes his face. “Like when James puts his arm around you, he looks around the room like you’re his. And no one else’s.”
“That’s just alpha male bullshit.” you laugh, “they all do that, even you Jase.”
“And Kirk, when you sit next to him or hug him. His eyes just change, like no sharing. He wants all of you for himself.” Jason rambles on and you let him.
He frantically looks at you, trying to find an explanation. “Oh, and Lars!”
“Lars just looooves it when you wanna play drums with him!” He chuckles dryly. “That would make you like him more, always will. Whenever you’re playing with him and he’s touching you, he just eyes everyone. Knowing that’ll be the reason you like him most!”
“Jason…” you start. “I can’t play drums, without bass.” you smile at him and start to rethink what you just said. “Shit dude, that was even cornier than I thought it would be.” you frown.
Jason starts laughing, finally cheering up a bit. You lean in and kiss him softly. He wraps his arms around your waist and immediately kisses you back.
“Damn it, woman.” He murmurs between kisses, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We walk towards the kitchen and you lean against the dinner table. He leans against the kitchen island across from you.
“I’ll talk to the boys, make it known that if everyone wants to keep up. You’ve all gotta share.” you wink at him.
“Okay.” Jason smiles. “There’s one other reason I came here though.”
“And that is?” you ask him.
He picks you up and puts you on the table, making you squeal.
“I had a dream about you last night, woke up a little…” he wanders off.
“Hard?” you raise my brows.
“The waking up bit, of course.” He raises his eyebrows too, a wide grin on his face.
“Of course.” you grin back.
“On the way here, just got me thinking about stuff. Made my problem uh, disappear a little.” Jason blushes.
“What was it about? The dream.” you smirk.
“Well, I went over to your place. And I was met by you and you weren’t wearing any pants, much like right now.” He snaps the fabric of your panties against your thighs.
“Really?”
“Mhmmm.”
He picks you up again and sets you on the ground. Slowly pulling down your panties and kissing you down your legs.
“And I leaned you against the table, like this.” He pushes you back. “And you put your leg over my shoulder.” He slowly grabs your thigh and lifts it up. “And you let me eat your perfect little pussy.” He shoves your leg over his shoulder and looks up at you.
That look could’ve made you cum right then and there. Like he’s waiting for it, waiting for your approval. Not daring to touch you any further before that. your hands slide through his hair, tugging on it softly.
“You made me beg for it.” He groans. “You love it when we beg, don't you?”
“I do.” you whisper. “Go ahead and beg.”
“Oh fuck.” Jason hisses. “Please let me make you feel good, wanna show you how much i love you.”
“Mhm, go ahead baby.”
Breakfast was served.
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