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Pairing: Patrick Bateman x Black!oc

Genre: Urban Slasher, Drama.

Word count 5k

Warnings: Explicit sex, and violent thoughts. Yandere vibes, just all around explicit! Explicit links add so just be advised. MINORS DNI!!!

Chapter 2

After work I usually go to the gym for about 2 hours. I work on my cardio, toning my thighs, and butt. I’m naturally curvy, but if I slack off too long I’ll just get fat, nobody wants that. However, since Patrick is picking me up soon, I get my cardio in by taking the long way up to my front door. It wasn’t much of a walk, but burning some calories is better than none. I took my time to shower, I wanted to be so clean, he could eat off my stomach. The water is nice and steaming just how I liked it, scrubbing my skin with a honey based shower gel.

When I’m done, I wrap a towel around my body, as I’m drying off, I start on my hair, and put on makeup. I go to stand in front of the closet, I hum softly to myself, there are so many clothing options that I had a hard time choosing. My eyes land on a fur I haven’t worn in a while, I can feel the grin that spreads across my face. I let my fingers run over the rack of clothes, I feel a silk material slide over my hand, I pull the hanger off my rack. By the time I finish getting ready, I hear a light knock on my front door, I throw my lipgloss in my purse. I’m greeted by a grinning Patrick Bateman, his skin glistening under the dim moonlight, his apple watch clearly the star of the outfit. The wrist, and face of the watch was gold with diamonds around the face.

“Well you look delicious, though I expect nothing less, please tell me you have a coat. It's a bit chilly tonight.” Patrick said, I noticed his eyes sweep around my living room, it wasn’t much, but it was home. I step back to offer him in, I don’t meet his eyes, not when he’s watching me so intently.

“Yea, I actually have to grab it, you can come in and sit down if you want.” I offer him, Patrick steps into my home going into the living room taking a seat on my sofa. His nose sniffs the air, I make my way down the hall to my bedroom, I check myself one last time in the mirror.

“What perfume is this?” Patrick asked me, he’s walking around my living room inspecting my things, I feel somewhat annoyed by this. I don’t blame him though, even though I work for him, he doesn’t know half as much about my personality as I know about his. I think he was just genuinely curious about me, though he could have just asked, men never ask though.

“It’s Burberry, it’s one of my favorite brands. I like Chanel too if I’m going for more of a sweet-ish vibe, I’m not gonna lie I indulge in some cheaper smells too. Sometimes I just like smelling like candy, a lot of the higher end brands don’t have those notes.” I ramble on, fuck I wanted to kick myself for talking so much, Patrick was just looking at me, for some reason I can’t just mouth off at him the way I would other people.

I remember Luis telling me how Patrick tried to choke him in the bathroom once, of course this was Luis’ fantasy. I highly doubt it was Patrick’s intention to confess some closeted love he had for Luis of all men. Anyway, that confirmed my suspicions about Patrick, though that was not proof of him being an actual murderer.

“But you’re not sweet are you? You’re nowhere near it, I hear about the way you bitch out other women at the office, you don’t have to deny it. I know a spoiled prissy brat when I see one Cam’ron, and that is why you and I get along so well.” Patrick walked over to me, I hated this so much, if this was any other man I’d be able to talk my shit. But he saw right through my ass, he was right, I was spoiled all my life. My parents thought the reason for my violent outburst was because I didn’t feel loved enough. That wasn’t the issue though, I just had an extremely low temper, I'm sure my therapist told me why I’m like this. I can’t quite remember the reason at this moment, let me get back to you on that.

“Is that what you want? A brat?” I ask, he gives me a pity look, and I’m not quite sure why, I was serious. I really wanted to know my purpose for him choosing me, I would have thought he’d like skinny white women. I was thoroughly confused by Patrick’s intentions, but I went with it anyway.

“I’ve never seen you wear a fur coat before, put it on.” Patrick commands, my lips stretch into a smile across my face. I knew I looked good, and smelled good. I knew for damn sure I taste good, nothing but the best for Miss.Kitty. I never drink soda, I always keep myself lightly trimmed, and I even go as far as taking cranberry supplements.

I slide the expensive fur down my shoulders, Patrick whistles impressively, he motions for me to do a spin. I smirk as I turn slowly pulling down the coat over my shoulders, when I turn back towards him Patrick is clapping. I relish in the moment, I giggle, throwing the coat back over myself, I grab my purse, and my keys off the kitchen counter.

“Okay, okay, are you ready to go?” I say in between laughing.

“Yea our reservations are at 8:30, we should get a move on.” Patrick says herding me out the door, I take a second to lock the door, I catch my nosy ass neighbor Taylor peeking out her window. I roll my eyes, I turn to see Patrick staring her down, suddenly Taylor’s blinds snap shut.

“Do not engage Patrick, do not engage, it’ll only make it worse.” I said, to which Patrick just hummed in response, I think nothing standing by his truck. Then he opened the door, and helped me climb inside his black Range Rover. The inside of his car was perfect, no scratches anywhere, you’d think he just brought it off the lot. His car smelled like leather and vanilla oddly enough, I personally liked smaller cars, but that could be because I’m a woman.

“What kind of music do you like, Cam'ron?” Patrick asked as he put his foot in the gas, my heart was in my throat. I’m not much of a speeder, 60 mph on the freeway, but Patrick was doing 50 on a top street.

“I don’t know if it would be anything you would like, I mean, I’m super girly.” I feel slightly embarrassed that most of my playlist consists of all female artists. I barely listen to male singers or rappers in general, I’ve seen Patrick’s Spotify playlist. We are not the same in this aspect, he prefers classic artists, or something close to it.

“How about this, for the duration of this ride, I’ll listen to anything you want. I think you’ve been too uptight around me, I’m taking you out to dinner, feel free to get loose.” Patrick says, he wasn’t even looking at the road, he was looking at me. I nod my head pulling out my phone pairing it with his radio, there was too much music to choose from.

“Alright, whatever comes out the shuffle is it, no regrets I guess.”

I hit shuffle and closed my eyes praying Apple Music wouldn’t embarrass me. Surprisingly Mariah Carey’s voice came whispering into the speakers. And I was like, why are you so obsessed with me? I grin instantly feeling at home, wrapped in the pretty girl energy that the lyrics are giving.

“Oh I like Mariah Carey, though I’ve never listened to any of her new music. I like more of her Pop hits.” Patrick said, that’s all I needed to hear, I turned the knob bringing the volume up. For a second I had totally forgotten who I was in the car with; I gently ran my down his perfect skin, my acrylic nails poking him in the cheeks. I didn’t expect much dancing from Patrick, but he did surprise me by tapping his fingers in the steering wheel, and bopping his head.

Meanwhile, I’m giving full choreo from the passenger side singing every single word. I stick my tongue out singing to myself in the visor mirror, running my hands all over my body. Sadly by the time the song comes to an end, we’re pulling up to the restaurant.

The spacious suv comes to a rolling stop in front of the valet, Patrick makes quick work hopping out the drivers end, and coming to my side to open the door before the valet boys could. He stood at an angle purposefully blocking the sight of my thighs from prying eyes. I'm not sure if he did it out of respect for me, or if he’s just a caveman.

“Cam’ron is that you?” Someone’s deep voice came from behind Patrick, I looked up to see who’s calling me, Patrick turns too. A murderous look in his eye, I was praying it wasn’t who I thought, but when it came to things like this my wishes never came true.

“Devon? You still work here?” I asked, I wanted to throw up in my mouth, I hated that I ever gave him the time or day.

“Are you still chasing after White men?” Devon countered, Patrick gave him a once over, his eyebrows pinched together, his mouth pinched together in disgust. I didn’t blame him, Devon was one of these “nice” Black men that think just because they say hello to you, that you have to date them. Apparently I ruined his love for Black women, I could care less.

“Men that park cars for a living really shouldn’t have an opinion…on anything.” Patrick decided to give his keys to another guy that was standing there, the dark haired man just took the keys from Patrick and drove off.

“You just gonna let him talk to me like that Cam? I thought we were tight?” Devon asked, I don’t think he took Patrick’s words too seriously, but I knew better.

I looked back at him as Patrick was tugging me along. “Better be glad that’s all he said.” I mumble, then I turn to walk through the door he was holding open for me, the lighting inside was a bit dim. The tables were all spread out across the floor, only two chairs to a table, TAO had a bit of an intimate feel. This was not a place you could bring friends, and get rowdy. There was a second level, it looked more like a balcony of a theater, the restaurant was designed from top to bottom with Asian themes.

“Wow a five star, really Patrick, why did you pick me?” I ask as we get settled into our seats, I look over the menu, I could pay for my own meal if I had to. Though I doubt he would allow it, Patrick finally looks up from his menu. Then he smiled, he leaned backwards in his seat, he flexed his wrist out to check the time. I know this white man is not ignoring me? I wave my hands in front of his face.

“Take your coat off, or you’ll get too hot.” Was all he said, I rolled my eyes, reluctantly I stood up and slid my fur off. I noticed when I turned to drape the coat over the back of my chair, the majority of the customers had stopped talking. My heart was beating wildly, some men broke their neck to look at me. Their female counterparts staring as well, their eyes hot with envy, I grin as I take my time to come around the other end of my seat to sit down. Patrick’s eyes were already on me, a knowing look on his face, I rolled my eyes.

“I need a partner that’s going to represent me well, and if you’re a good little cookie, who knows you might get a few rewards.” I didn't like how he said that, but I understand the gist of what he’s saying.

“So I’m arm candy.” I clarify, the waitress had made it to our table, we both decided to start with a red wine.

“A little more than that, think beyond that, you’re not just here as a face. You’re more of an experiment right now.” Patrick says, I squint my eyes, hoping I could see past this bull shit.

“That sounds worse Patrick, I need a deal breaker, or I’m calling an Uber.” I said folding my arms, I crossed my leg over the other, my bottom lip jutted out.

“Okay calm the fuck down hot shot, just stop with all the extra, and I don’t have to prove anything to you. You said yes, remember? Don’t tell me you’re backing out now?” Patrick eyed me, I bit my lip, he’s right. My impulsiveness is what landed me in this predicament, I rolled my eyes.

“Roll your eyes again, and the next time they roll back, will be when you take your last breath. The nights barely started, don’t make me take you back home Cam’ron.” He calmly unbuttoned his suit jacket, Patrick’s eyes were dark, it didn’t match the smile on his lips. I had a strong urge to roll my eyes anyway, but there’s no way I’d get off with trying to be cute this time. My left eye twitched a bit, fuck Cam don’t do it, don’t you fucking do it. I inhale deeply, exhale heavily, I felt like I was going to combust l. I never knew my need to express my attitude was so strong till now.

“Yea that’s what I thought, anyway, I want someone who I can bend, but won’t break. Someone who’s willing to do dark twisted shit, and don’t question the motives behind it. I have no interest in a loving, romantic relationship, but I do take interest in a powerful one. Women are intimidated by you, I see that with my own eyes, and I need a woman who’s not afraid to bite when I tell her too.” Patrick paused for a moment, I haven’t been so turned on by a man in a long while. I crossed my legs underneath the table trying to get a bit of friction between my thighs.

“What if I say no, what if I leave right now?” I asked, he smirked at me, his lips pinched together, the idea of me telling him no bothered him just that much?

“Then leave…go on, you’re free to make your own choice. Though I don’t know who else is willing to put up with you, and give you the attention you crave. Is that not what you want? You secretly want a spotlight, and when you don’t get it you throw a bitch fit.” Patrick’s voice was low, but I heard him, he was taunting me. He was right though, the look on peoples faces when they see me, rather it’s envy, disgust, hatred or, love. It didn’t matter as long as they’re looking at me, I could give a shit less about how others thought of me, nothing I do can change personal opinion.

“So what am I supposed to sign a contract, like some Fifty Shades of Grey bull shit?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.

“Please Cam, Christian Grey is child’s play, I am much worse. I already had papers made by my lawyer, they’ll be sent to your house tomorrow morning, but we won’t worry about that now.” He dismissed the topic all together with a wave of his hand. That probably isn’t something you should tell the woman you want to do have sex with later, but unfortunately for my twisted brain, it only made me more curious.

“Have you ever killed anyone Ms.Lexington? Tell the truth now.” Patrick asked, a grin on his face, I was shocked he asked such a bold question right out the gate.

“I’ve come close a few times.” I replied nonchalantly, I looked down at my nails suddenly finding interest in their intricate designs, and shiny jewels on each finger.

“Tell me about it, you’re close calls, what was the closest you’ve ever been?” Before I answered, the waitress had come by to place our drinks in front of us. Patrick ordered himself a red wine, knowing that man he likes it bitter, but he ordered me a raspberry martini. I’ve only mentioned once what types of drinks I like, if I decide to drink at all, and that was some years ago at a Christmas party. How the hell he managed to remember that is beyond me, but I took a sip anyway as Patrick ordered for the both of us. Once the waitress had walked away, he turned his attention back to me. Taking a sip of his dark red alcohol Patrick gestures for me to continue. I sigh loudly putting down my glass, the sweet bitterness soaking into my taste buds, and clinging onto the inside of my mouth.

“Well.” I unintentionally popped my lips, I tried to think back to my college days, and I giggled to myself thinking of Addison Johnson.

“When I was in my sophomore year of college, I had to share a dorm with this bitch named Addison, and we got along at first. She stayed on her side of the room, and I stayed on mine. Unfortunately we ended up having to do a group project together which forced us to talk about ourselves on a more personal level. Ms. Addison thought it was okay to run her mouth to my now ex boyfriend, and tell him that I was fucking with another dude from our football team.” Cam’ron explained, the memory coming back to her clear as day.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Addison?” I asked her, my hands on my hips.

“What do you mean?” Addison looked at me dumbfounded, but she knew what I meant by that question. I can’t stand it when bitches play dumb.

“You told Sean I was cheating on him, don’t play dumb with me.”

“I did him a favor, you were treating him like shit, and he deserves better than that. The whole team knew anyway, well except Sean of course, but I think he needed that wake up call.”

“Is that what this was about? You wanted to hop on Sean’s dick so bad you outted me? Well let me tell you something Ms.White girl that don’t know how to mind her own mother fucking business. The next time you wanna spill the tea on some shit about me, make sure you get your facts right, because all we were doing is working on a project for class. I don’t play about my grades, I’m a 4.0 gpa student bitch, I don’t have time for cheating. Since you wanna play telephone, how about I tell everyone that you cheated on your SAT.” I watched as her face turned a bright red.

“What?”

“What? Yes bitch I know you have a twin sister, and she took the test in your place. How tragic, cheating, and fraudulent.”

“You know what, all you Black girls are the same!”

Patrick watched Cam’ron’s face twist into an intense look of disgust, an expression he’s noticed she made often. Patrick just assumes most things displeases her, and he can’t even blame her.

“So what did you do after that? How angry were you?” Patrick asked, he leaned forward, he put his drink down, and rested his face in his palm.

“I smacked her, hard, and then I smacked her again on the other cheek. I kept blacking out, it went from me being on top of her, to my hands around her throat squeezing the light out of her. The way she looked up at me, terrified, and panicked. Having someone’s life literally in my hands, the control, and the powerful. It was thrilling, and it just felt like a weight had been lifted to finally get rid of that bitch.” I paused for a second, I could feel the corners of my mouth twitching upward, and when I looked back at Patrick he was already watching me.

“She didn’t die, Addison had more fight in her than I anticipated, but we never talked about that day again. She ended up switching roommates. As long as I kept my promise to never tell about her SAT scores, she would never try to press charges. I should have killed her though, but it wasn’t worth the effort now that I think about it.” I leaned back in my seat, when the waitress came back to set our plates down, I ordered another Martini. The rest of the night went smoothly, though it turned into a matter of who had a more impressive career. Of course Patrick outdid me on a larger scale considering he’s an accountant, but that didn’t stop me from yawning every once in a while.

“I’m sorry Ms.Lexington, am I boring you?” Patrick asked, he looked like he was on the brink of wanting to slap me across the room.

“Huh? You say something?” I asked, pretending not to hear him, the waitress had brought back the second martini I asked for, I threw it back like a shot quickly.

“That’s real fucking cute, be a little brat all you want, but we’ll see how far that gets you.” Patrick flashed his pretty white teeth at me, and my god did he have some big teeth. They kind you just to bite into you.

“Aw, I thought you wanted a challenge? I mean, isn’t that why you picked me, because your other assistants were too obedient. You like your girls with some bite back don’t you?” I picked up my chopsticks, without looking I reached over the table to nab one of Patrick’s pieces of spicy chicken. He was about to say something when from a few tables away someone called to us. I turned my head to see Luis in a nice turtleneck, and slacks, I turned back to Patrick whose face was pinched up. Yea I bet you wished you killed him now.

“Cam’ron, Patrick? Is that you? This is my friend Candice, we met a while ago at one of my events.” Luis all but shouted from a few tables away, some people turned their heads to look. I sucked my teeth, this man always not minding his business, and that was annoying as hell.

“Obviously Luis, do you know any other woman that looks this good in low lighting?” I say, this time Patrick was the one to roll his eyes, if I didn’t make this clear before, let me remind you. Patrick loathed Luis, the fact that Luis was a man who had more pull than him pissed Patrick off.

“Oh this is what we’re doing now Patrick, fucking our assistants?” Luis asked, he shook his head disappointed, I rolled my eyes. This bitch got some nerve.

“Oh we’re not fucking…yet. When we do, I'll let you know how it was, and I’ll send pictures.” I said smirking, the woman next to him scuffed turning her attention to me.

“You’re disgusting, that’s not how a lady talks, and you’re proud of that?” She chuckled, clearly impressed with her little insult.

“Mm, this restaurant doesn’t allow pets, Luis.” I lean back in my seat crossing my legs, I look at Patrick. Just say the word, I’ll slap the shit out of this bitch right now.

Patrick smirks, the corners of his lips barely turning upwards, his hand came across the table to grab onto my hand. He shakes his head turning down my offer, I frown, but I let it go anyway.

Patrick didn’t even look at her, his eyes skipped over Luis' friend, and spoke.

“Actually we were just about to leave.” Patrick coughed lightly, right when he was about to signal for the waitress, Miss. Thing thought it was okay to touch my man. She grabbed his arm pulling it down, then Luis and his friend helped themselves to a seat at our table pulling their chairs up. I have never seen such a look of disgust, you would have thought someone was defiling Patrick just now.

“Um, excuse you?” I say, my freshly done nails feeling more like claws as I detach this Death Becomes Her looking ass bitch from Patrick.

“No excuse you, don’t touch me nah.” The scarecrow looking woman looked me up and down, her lashes sticking out too far from her eyes.

“Ugh, no reason to be nasty Cam’ron, no wonder you don’t have friends. Patrick, this is Candice.” My eyes looked from Luis, to “Candice” then I looked up at her hair, her lace popped open a bit on the top. A clear indicator that her wig glue was not strong enough, my eyes slid over to Patrick, he’s already watching me.

“Yea you need to relax, you’re doing too much sis, ya shoulders tense. If you’re ever in need of a more relaxed assistant, I’m a free agent.” Candice said, I was grinding my molars, I didn’t want to get ghetto in here.

“First of all I’m not your sis, secondly, you need to fix your lace. It's looking like a Walmart pop up tent.” I said, Patrick choked on the glass of water he had stolen from me. As funny as that was, I was still mad, and these hoes just helped themselves to my man like this.

Candice smacked her lips, Luis looked around her body confused. “Yea it’s popped up in case I gotta fight a bitch.”

“She’s not even wearing lace, anyway honestly Cam’ron I thought you were better than this.” Luis said, I rolled my eyes.

“I’m talking about her wig Luis, whatever, Patrick are you ready to go?” I stand up, and so does Candice. Patrick crosses his legs watching things unfold. I really don’t want to have to jump this linebacker looking bitch in this restaurant.

“Luis has been telling me how you act like you’re that bitch around the office.” Candice clasped her hands together in front of herself, to me that means she wants to fight.

“You feel the breeze, little hoe, I am that bitch.” I flexed my wrist at her, she chuckled. Jump bitch I will stab you with this butter knife.

“Wow Luis you’re right, she does act like a dog.” Candice said, at this point Patrick had stood up.

“Bark, bark bitch.” I hissed at her, she don’t know how close she’s coming to a fucking beat down.

“Alright, I’m tired of this, we’re leaving Cam’ron. I don’t know what you intended to accomplish by disturbing our night, and having your friend talk to my woman like this. It better not happen again, the next time I see you, act like you don’t know me.” Patrick snatched my coat off the back of my chair, I dust off my dress.

Candice continued to watch me, and Luis tried to apologize, his words fell on deaf ears. Candice said something under her breath.

“What you say? Speak up.” I said, I could feel this red hot anger rising in me.

“I said you’re a fat ass cow.” Candice all but shouted, I stepped forward, Patrick grabbed onto my arm squeezing tightly.

“Let it go Cam.” He demanded, his tone even, I see it now. This was the real test, how well could I follow instructions without acting impulsively. I wanted to snatch your eyes out of your skull, and shove them down your throat.

Patrick drags me out of the restaurant, holding onto me tightly so I couldn’t pull away. The smug look on Candice, and Luis' face was enough to make me risk it all, now I know what that itch was that Patrick mentioned earlier. Fuck I feel like I’m going to explode!

“Were you going to kill someone for touching me?” He asked

“I was gonna kill that bitch for touching you like she knew you, and Luis thought he was cute tryna have his little hyena attack me. He’s just jealous because I stole his man.” I sat back in my seat, I rolled down the window hoping the night breeze would cool me down.

“I never said we were together.” Patrick said slowing the car to stop at a red light, I chuckled.

“Do I really have competition though? Do you know any other women that’s as fine as I am?” I knew for a fact he didn’t, but I politely waited for a reply, to which he just did not have one. I’m that bitch, better act like you know white man.

“I’ll do whatever you want, you can tell me what to wear, how you want my nails done. I’m down for it, especially if you’re paying.” I took the risk because I wanted a life changing experience, even if it meant death.

“Are fucking crazy?” Patrick laughed deeply, but he was also somewhat shocked that she would even say that. Patrick thought Cam’ron was crazy, but maybe in a typical female way. He didn’t understand, if he let her off the leash, and gave her a chance to really let loose, the kind of monster Cam’ron could be.

Soon we were parked outside his house, he turned to me in his driver's seat, a grin spread across his face.

“Wow, you are crazy…” Patrick shook his head. I could feel my heart racing. We both hop out of his suv, I look around the neighborhood, and it was pretty quiet. Not a single person was outside, but from the soft lights glowing through the windows, you could tell some people were still awake.

The first thing I noticed when we walked through the front door was the decor. It was bland, but I bet Patrick would call it minimalistic. Everything was pristine and in its place, it doesn’t look like it’s been lived in, nor does it have any life to it.

“What do you think? Nice minimalist vibes, not too much, but just enough at the same time.” Patrick looked around the foray pleased with himself, he looked at me expantly, and I tried to come up with a lie. I spotted a singular art piece hanging in the living room above the fireplace.

“Oh nice art selection, smart choice…it really stands out.” I mumble, this is quite possibly the most boring house I’ve seen, it fits his personality though. The little bit of personality he has.

“I’m almost ready!” Shouted another voice from a room down the hall, I looked at Patrick confused. He placed a hand on my lower back guiding me in the direction of where the voice came from. We turn the corner, and walk into a bathroom, and sure enough in a bathtub full of bubbles is a blonde woman.

“Patrick what the hell is this, why is this little Barbie in your bathtub?” I questioned him, he grabbed me by my hands, lowering them out of his face.

“You don’t like her?” Feign concern etched across his face, I rolled my eyes out of habit.

“Of course not.” I grumbled, I folded my arms under my chest, and my hips switched the weight of my body.

“That’s too bad, learn to like her.” He said, an uninterested facial expression. Unintentionally I popped my lips, and rolled my eyes for a second time in a row.

“You’re testing my fucking patients Cam’ron, fourtunatley for you you’re pretty, but that doesn’t mean you’ll go unpunished. Now get in there, and make nice with your new friend.” Patrick had snatched my face by my jaw, his fingers pressing hard into my cheeks; even though I wanted to bite his hand off, but decided against it.

Without another word I turned back to the bathroom, I could hear the water splashing around before I made eye contact with her baby blue eyes. Damn it she’s gorgeous, leave it to Patrick to pick a blonde bombshell.

“The water is still warm if you want to join?” She offered, the second she opened her mouth I wanted to backhand her. But then Patrick’s face flashes in my mind, I’m already in enough trouble as is.

“What’s your name?” I asked, I breathed through my nostrils, I began to shed my coat, and dress.

“Meadow.” She replied, her head turned in my direction, a Cheshire grin on her face.

“Don’t fucking play with me.” I sneered, I stood with my bra, and panties still on. “Meadow.” Frowned, hurt evident in her eyes, tears brimming her bottom lids.

“Why would I joke about something like that? My parents believed in creativity, and nature. That’s why they named me that.” Meadow started to cry, so I stood there and watched her. I continued to undress quietly waiting for her to stop but she didn’t, only when I had approached the bathtub did she acknowledge my presence. First her eyes made contact with my shaven vagina, they slowly moved up my body to my breast, and finally my face.

“Meadow…” I called to her, her pink pouty lips had fallen apart, and suddenly her arms came to cover her smaller breast. She lowered her body below the water hidden from my eye site.

“What?” She snapped at me, a flash of anger in her eyes. My eye lids popped open, this bitch has lost her mind.

“I know we just met so allow me to introduce myself. Hi, I’m that bitch, don’t ever think you can get to this level, because every bitch that’s thought they could, has died trying. You feel me?” I had climbed into the tub with her, the water was still warm like she said, and the fragrance smells sugary.

“Yes…I’m sorry Cam’ron, I get a little sensitive about my name.” Meadow mumbled, her eyes finding interest in the bubbles that were still floating above the water.

“Good job, now tell me what you want?” I asked, Meadow pulled her bottom lip between her teeth considering my question for a moment.

“I want you to dominate me, I want to be used by you, in any way you want.” She begged, I thought about this for a second. This could turn out bad, I’ve never been known to pull my punches, but opportunities like this are once in a lifetime. Did Patrick know this is something that I needed, a little chew toy?

“Be more specific, because if I kill you I'd hate to have to tell you I told you so.” I said, I scoop up some of the water in my hands and dump it onto my chest letting it fall down my breast and in between its crevices. Meadow licks her lips watching the soapy suds work its way over my nipples.

“I mean you can do anything to me, even if that means you are killing me. I want to be used, especially if it fulfills a goal, or satisfaction of yours. I give myself fully to you.” Meadow confessed, without hesitation I reached my hand out, and she closed her eyes leaning into me. I was going to smack her across the face, and this crazy girl was just about to accept it.

“Please Mistress, I’ll do anything to please you.” She begged again, my body reacting to her submissive behavior on its own accord. My muscles are relaxing, and clit throbbing with need.

“Come on, I’m sure Patrick wouldn’t want us to start playing without him seeing it.” I grab a towel from the rack beside the tub, and pat myself dry. Meadow mimicked my movements, I took her by the hand, and we both walked through the house completely naked. The cool breeze caressing our nipples hardening them painfully.

Upon entering the room, I could hear Patrick’s quiet groans, and unsurprisingly he stood in the mirror messaging his shaft. I wish I could have rolled my eyes harder, unfortunately it’s humanly impossible to do so.

Look at this dumb ass. I think to myself, Meadow coughs lightly, and that’s when he turns to see us.

“Well, I see you two are getting along after all, be good girls, and put on a good show for me.” Patrick guided us in the direction of the bed, his fingers caressing the curve of our breast.

Meadow suddenly seemed a bit timid, and I think it was Patrick’s intense stare that’s throwing her off. I turned her face to look in my direction, then I grabbed her hand and placed it between my thighs.

“Why you lookin at him? Look at me, focus on me.” I said, my hand reached out to play with her nipples.

“No, no, flick it like this.” I demonstrate how I want her fingers to move by moving my own fingers over her clit.

“See, no need to over kill the kitty, but pet her gently when you’re using your fingers and mouth.” I instructed Meadow, she swiped her tongue over her bottom lip, her brow creased as she concentrated. Her soft slender fingers slid into me with ease, and she used my own juices to coat my clitoris in it. In between my moans, and praises of Meadow being a good girl for following my instructions, I cracked my eyes open to peek at Patrick. He stood behind a camera watching our every movement, but still a hand on his hardened tip.

“Can I please taste you Mistress?” Meadow asked softly, she waited for me to answer, and I thought about it for a second. I look over at Patrick again, but he just looks back at me without saying anything.

“You better make me come.” I demanded, her eyes sparkled excitedly, Meadow pushed her blonde hair behind her ears, and moved between my thighs. I pull back my thigh giving her better access, Meadow’s fingers pull my lips apart, then her tongue laps up my slick juices.

“Fuck.” I moan, I’m more sensitive down there than I remember, I look down at her, and to my surprise her whole face is between my thighs. Patrick continues to observe from behind the camera, the room fills with slurping, and moaning sounds.

“Your pussy is so beautiful Mistress, she’s perfect, soft, and delicious.” Meadow praised, she pulled her face away from me, then inserted two fingers into me curling them slightly. She took her other fingers and started side to side motions across my clit.

“Oh shit, yes just like that, good girl. You like playing with my pretty pussy?” I moaned out, Patrick took his time walking over to his phone scrolling. I had no idea what the hell he’s doing but it really didn’t matter to me.

“Yes Mistress, you’re so beautiful, I wish I could be as gorgeous as you Mistress.” Meadow continued to praise me, more of my liquids spilt out of me as she continued her work on me.

“Fuck yes, I’m absolutely perfect, oh shit look at me.” I raised my leg up to get a better view of myself in the mirror, a feeling of butterflies ran rampant in the pit of my stomach.

“Damn, even my pussy sparkles, Patty look at how she glistens.” I boasted, Patrick smirked walking over to us both, Rihanna played in the background.

He pulled Meadows fingers away from me, I groaned in frustration, Patrick took her two fingers, and sucked my juices off them. Her eyes widen in shock, then Patrick turns her head back to my waiting cunt. Patrick lifted both my legs in front of me, then he kneels next to Meadow on the bed. Still not privy to what’s about to happen, I lay there enjoying her flicking movements over my brown bud. Then I felt a second mouth just below hers at my entrance, Patrick’s tongue slips into me with ease.

“Ohhh, I was not ready for that.” I moaned, my back arched inwards, not one part of my vagaina left unmarked. Patrick licked over both my holes continuously, and Meadow sucked my clit into her mouth.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” I brought my hands up to play, and squeezed my nipples as hard as I could. My clit throbbed, and ached with pleasure as I finally reached my first orgasam of the night. My body tensed up, and I shouted as loudly as I wanted. I rocked my hips riding out each wave of pleasure. When Meadow, and Patrick pulled away, I reached my hand down to feel myself. My clit was swollen beyond what I expected, and the second I couched myself my hips bucked forward.

“Don’t be so greedy Cam.” Patrick playfully scolded me. He watched my face for my response, as if he knew I was going to roll my eyes at him.

“How did I do?” Meadow asked me, a look of hope in her blue eyes, she came to sit on the bed next to me. I brushed her blonde hair back over her shoulder, my hands trailing down to her breast. I squeezed one of her perky pink nipples in my hand, Meadow bit her lip hissing from the sensation.

“You did amazing, followed direction well, I'm impressed.” I confessed, she beamed brightly back at me, both our hands roaming each other’s bodies. We peppered kisses over each other’s necks, and breasts. Meadow sucked my nipple into her mouth while her other hand reached between my thighs again. She used my juices to coat her fingers, then used the wetness to play with my other nipple.

“Fuck.” I moaned my back arching, before it got any further Patrick broke us up by taking me by my hand and pulling me to the edge of the bed.

“All fours, and Meadow you come here.” Patrick commanded, we both did what we were told without protest.

“Yes Daddy.” Meadow answered, I rolled my eyes. Ain’t no fucking way I’m calling him daddy. I thought to myself, unexpectedly Patrick’s large hand came down mercilessly on my ass cheek.

“Fuck!” I shouted, shortly after another smack, and then he entered me. Patrick slid right in my plushy pink entrance, his penis a perfect fit. His shaft felt thicker than it looked, but this is the first time I had a man that’s uncut.

Patrick pounded into me continuously with no breaks, was he punishing me for being a smart ass? He stopped for a moment only to push my knees closer together, and to get one leg up on the bed, and the other back on the floor. Patrick held onto my hips with both hands as he continued to harshly thrust into me. I have never been so out of breath in my life, and I wasn’t even doing anything. Patrick is working the hell out of my vagina though, I came once already, and I shouting so long I could feel my voice becoming horse. His hand reached around the front of me, and he grabbed onto my throat.

“This pussy is mine, do you understand?” Patrick asked, his thrust did slow down, but he was still pushing into me strongly. When I didn’t answer Patrick slapped my ass again, the stinging sensation shooting straight to my core.

“Answer me when I’m asking you a question.” Patrick demanded, my mouth had drool spilling down the sides from remaining open this whole time. My pussy is dripping, and aching.

“Yes, fuck this pussy is yours.” I was barely able to speak right now. When he decided he was done with me Patrick pulled out of me, and I finally laid back on the bed trying to relax. I knew this was going to hurt tomorrow, but for right now, I blissfully ached.

“Your turn sweetheart, open up for me, Daddy’s gonna use that pretty little mouth of yours.” Patrick coaxed her, though his tone suggested softness, I could see the wicked look in his eye from the reflection in the mirror. Poor girl…

I didn't bother watching, I was totally spent for the night. The sound of choking, gagging, and wet gurgling noises could be heard from the end of the bed. Patrick could be heard groaning as an indication of his finish. He came in Meadows mouth as she sat there with her mouth open as wide as she could go. I was thoroughly impressed when she gulped it all down, and cleaned him off.

“You two go clean up, and get dressed. The nights not over yet.” Patrick said, despite the fact it being past midnight, I had no idea what could possibly be open at this time. If only I realized that Patrick wasn’t planning on going to any establishment, but to handle a vendetta he had yet to carry out.

#Patrick Bateman #slasher fanfiction #fictional slasher #Patrick Bateman x black!oc #urban slasher #black! oc oasis #urban horror

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FFT: candy hearts taste like chalk; mjf

Notes:

This one was sent to my main by @vonschweetz and I had to go there with it. Because what better than to make MJF a secret admirer.. Anyway, I thought I’d post it on here, so it has it’s own post. So, here it is.

Summary:

Girl and guy argue but there’s a mutual crush thing happening here. Guy decides to romance the shit out of girl as a secret admirer. Maybe this opens girls eyes to the fact that there’s more than just a burberry scarf wearing ass and fluff ensues. Kinda.

Pairing:

MJF x OFC, Jessa

Warnings:

fluff and shenanigans. valentines day shenanigans. anti-valentine ofc.

“ Valentines is the corniest holiday, by far.” Jessa said it as she passed beneath a red garland of dangling hearts and arrows. She paused to swat at it, scowling upward at the ceiling as she laughed. From beside her, Penelope Ford spoke up. “Says the girl who probably couldn’t get a date tonight if she stood on a corner bare ass naked.”

“ That, coming from the woman with Kip Sabian. Did I ask for the opinion of an actual dumpster fire? Didn’t think so.” Jessa quipped as she jumped up, fingertips snagging the garland, giving it a firm tug downward. The garland came down, bringing with it a loose dusting of vibrant fire-engine red glitter and Jessa swatted at her neckline where some happened to settle, giving the tops of her breasts a generous dusting of sparkle that she didn’t want or need.

“I’ll say it again. At least I have someone to spend Valentines with. You will never know that luxury.”

“And thank God above for that because I think I’d rather gouge my own eyeballs out than spend any amount of time with Kip Sabian for any reason. I prefer men who don’t spend more time in the bathroom than I do, thanks!” Jessa mimicked a sweet tone with Penelope as she walked away backwards, her middle finger up and the sweetest smirk she could manage on her face. It was the walking backwards that caused her to collide back first straight into the chest of a very amused MJF.

Jessa whirled around, about to apologize, but when she set sights on MJF towering over her, she bit her lip, grumbling quietly. “Well tonight is truly the gift that keeps on giving. Are you gonna move?”

“Ya know, a ‘hey Maxwell’, would be nice. Also please move. And maybe throw in ‘you’re so hot, Maxwell, while we’re at it?” MJF stared her down, his arms folded over his chest as he watched her facial expression change three different times. He loved irritating her, her face got all flushed and sometimes he managed to do such a good job that she actually stammered and wound up growling and flipping him off instead.

Deeper down though, he really wished that it was easier just to talk to her. Because he couldn’t get her out of his head. It drove him insane. Their confrontations always left him more than a little bothered. Not in a bad way, either.

He kept telling himself he had to do something, he had to learn to shove whatever it was that he felt way down deep because they’d never realistically work, he was one way and she was his polar opposite, but this stubborn part of him kept insisting they would. They had to. He wanted her and when he wanted something, he stopped at nothing to make it happen.

“Not as long as I have a pulse, Maxwell.” Jessa deadpanned, even though as she said it, she found herself getting lost in endless pools of milk chocolate brown and hating herself for being a girl who went gaga over a guy with deep and soulful eyes.

Which unfortunately, Maxwell Jacob Friedmann did have, despite him having absolutely no actual depth in personality to her own personal knowledge. … doesn’t stop me from being attracted to him like one end of a magnet to the other either, she thought to herself, frowning a little at the thought. They’d literally never work out.

She went to step past him and his hand shot out, gently gripping her wrist to raise her hand. His eyes settled on the glittery red garlands she’d been racing to the nearest garbage bin with and he eyed her, a perplexed facial expression that made her giggle and shrug under his intent gaze. He nodded to the garland finally and cleared his throat. “What’s the matter? Someone a little jealous at all the happy couples around her?”

Jessa’s brows rose and she laughed, snorting a little as she did. It was cute. MJF had to give it that much. He stepped a little closer, his free hand lingering at her hip ever-so-slightly as he continued to stare, his eyes breaking from her eyes to wander down and settle on a plump set of cherry-colored lips. Briefly, he toyed with the idea of just going for it and kissing her right then and there, but he reigned in the urge to do so. “Are you gonna answer me, beautiful?”

Jessa’s stomach fluttered.

…. It’s gotta be gas station nachos, there is absolutely no way I feel anything other than irritation for this gigantic douche…

Even as she had the thought, she KNEW deep down that was totally false.

“They were hanging too low in the door. It was annoying?” - fuck, why did that come out like I was asking his permission to move something that was in my way? Jessa finally answered and as she wondered why she’d done it, MJF was prying the garland from her hands carefully, his gaze not breaking from her own a single second as he smirked. “Are you sure that’s the only reason, princess? I mean you’ve been skulking around here all week moody. I think you’re lonely.” he clucked his tongue and shook his head. He honestly didn’t get her. He’d never seen anyone so repressed before and it bothered him because he knew that with her level of repression, sooner or later, an explosion was incoming. And she had nobody she was particularly close to that she could actually sit down and confide in. It had to be lonely.

… just admit it, you wanna be the one she does that with… the thought crept it’s way in, only to be shoved right back out because MJF wasn’t ready to deal with the fact that of all the women he could have fallen for, it was the one who hated pretty much everyone.

“I don’t get lonely, okay! I don’t..” her voice dropped just the slightest when she realized that she’d practically shouted the first part and people were watching them, “I don’t need anybody. This is just a stupid fuckin holiday that people use as an excuse to bribe people into thinking they like them when any of the other 364 days of the year, they couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck.”

The outburst was more telling than she realized and it gave MJF an idea, of sorts. A way in. At this point, he was grasping at straws where she was concerned, because every idea Allie bounced off of him just didn’t seem to work. It’d either be too much or not enough. But this one, this idea he was getting… It was simple and perfect.

“Maybe they do. They just can’t say it because you won’t hear it.” MJF mused, biting his lip as he gazed down at her. He halfway hoped that by now she’d pick up on the way he treated her worlds differently than he treated the others, but she hadn’t. If anything, it only seemed to make her edgier and alienate her more.

Jessa blinked and shook her head. For just a second there, it seemed like he was trying to hint at something. And the thought was a mixture of concerning and comforting. She found herself wondering again why MJF seemed to treat her with kid gloves sometimes, not willing to get as down and dirty when they had their war of words like she was.

“Whatever, Maxwell. Either way, this garland? Headed for the garbage.” she worked at prying it from his hand. Their hands wound up touching a time or two and she sucked in a breath at the warmth and the roughness of his hands. Certainly not the hands of a rich pretty boy, she found herself thinking and naturally, her mind chose to take that a step further, definitely a feeling I’d like to feel all over my body.. And she was shaking her head as if to shake that thought right out of it.

“Hey, whoa! Maybe just give that to me. I can find somewhere else to put it.” MJF took the garland back quickly, holding it out of the petite hellion’s reach though she leaped for it a few times. She pouted and bit her lip as she stared up at him, stepping away as soon as she realized just how close she’d been standing to him.

That designer cologne he wore was haunting her now, she’d probably smell it all night and catch her mouth-watering. She tucked some hair back behind her ear and swallowed hard, nodding to the garland. “Fine, whatever. I..I don’t have time to deal with you right now.” Jessa whirled away, so flustered that she started to head down the wrong end of the hallway. She swore and backtracked, walking past him as quickly as possible and definitely not meeting his gaze as she did so.

She fell into the makeup chair dramatically and let out a long groan as she closed her eyes. From the seat next to her, Allie giggled and spoke up. “Dramatic entrance. I’m going to assume that you’ve already had a run-in with Maxwell tonight?” she asked as she slicked cherry colored gloss on her lips, puckering up at her reflection in the mirror.

Jessa grumbled and dug around in the makeup kit sitting in front of her, casting aside product after product. “Why do I even bother with this crap? I’m here to fight, not look pretty. If I’d wanted to do that I’d have gone the America’s Next Top Model route.” she slammed the lid of the case shut and Allie stood, gracefully stepping over to the chair Jessa sat in, taking hands full of Jessa’s soft dark brown locks into her hands. “You could’ve done it, ya know?” Allie mused almost nonchalant. Jessa eyed her warily.

Allie found herself praying to God that MJF hurried up with whatever he was up to because she could only keep Jessa occupied for a limited time; Jessa wasn’t known for patience. Or sitting still. Or making conversation for extended periods.

The girl was living, breathing chaos.

She honestly still couldn’t figure out what got MJF all stirred up over her and if he hadn’t given her the impassioned speech he had last night when he enlisted her help for tonight and his attempt at romancing Jessa, she never would’ve agreed to it because she’d seen quite a few less fortunate girls meet with heartbreak at the hands of the man.

She was massaging Jessa’s scalp and she gave a soft laugh when she heard Jessa sigh and saw the woman’s eyes flutter open and closed. “Scalp massage. They really do help your hair. Especially for those with manes like you’ve got yourself here. How do you deal with your hair being so thick?”

Jessa shrugged. “I don’t like change. It’s easier to just throw it up than to cut it off and miss it.” As Allie’s fingers moved haphazardly over her scalp, she found herself going back to the way it felt when she and MJF accidentally touched a few times. And the look in his eyes when he said what Jessa felt had to be a hint at something.

“Well, it’s gorgeous. Maybe if we just moved a little out of your eyes so it’s not always getting in the way of your view…” Allie eyed the way she’d grabbed Jessa’s hair in the mirror and she grabbed for a few pins the same shade as Jessa’s hair and she slid them into the area she’d been holding, stepping back. “Ooh. I like it.”

Jessa eyed it and then Allie. She gave a little smile and shrugged. “Yeah, why not. Listen,” she gestured at the makeup kit in disgust, “Apparently, I have to wear this shit. So.. Whatever you wanna do, I guess?”

Allie clapped her hands together, giving a laugh similar to the ones she gave during promos and she opened the kit, setting to work. Jessa just sat there letting her because if she had to admit it, she could do her own makeup just fine, she was just far too lazy to be bothered. So, every week, she pulled this trick with the other women.

Her favorite time arguably was whenever Riho or Nyla happened to be present. On occasion, it was enjoyable whenever Kris was around and felt like doing it, because she always had creative ideas.

As Allie was getting ready to pop some false lashes on Jessa, her cell phone lit up. She went ahead and put on the lashes and Jessa sat blinking, giving a soft laugh. “Fancy! I don’t entirely hate these. Thanks.”

Allie nodded and smirked at the other woman. “I’m heading down to change. Maybe we can walk down together?”

“Why not?” Jessa shrugged mildly as she slipped out of the chair, falling into step beside Allie. As soon as they got into the locker room, Jessa hurried over to her locker, pulling it open.

The box of conversation hearts sat there and she glanced around, brows raised and a confused look on her face. “At least it’s not the kind that taste like actual chalk.” she took out the box, opening it and pouring some in her hand. She’d been just about to eat them but she stopped when she realized that they all said the same thing.

“I Want You. Okay then, stranger with candy.” Jessa muttered as she poured the candies in her hand into her mouth. Allie laughed from beside her just as Jessa noticed the single dark red rose leaned against the inside, with a card and she reached for them. “What?” Jessa eyed Allie who simply shrugged and went back to dressing for her match.

Jessa tore into the envelope, eyes darting over the card. “ Roses are red, that much is true. But violets, they’re purple and definitely not blue. Enjoy the mystery and by the end of tonight; I’ll reveal myself to you.” she muttered the words, giving a quiet snort. “Not too shabby, I’ll say that. Whoever did this probably got the wrong locker.” Jessa’s fingers wound through her hair and she flipped over the red envelope, a brow raised at her name scrawled across the front. “Okay, so it’s for me. Oh god, I know what this is!” Jessa gave a soft laugh, peeking behind the lockers that separated the front of the room from the showers and toilet stalls in back. “Okay, you guys can come out now.”

Allie raised a brow and started to ask what exactly Jessa thought was going on, but she didn’t have to because Jessa turned to Allie and shrugged. “This is a joke. I mean.. It’s gotta be, right?” as her brows knit together in total confusion. She tossed another handful of the candy hearts into her mouth. Allie bent down, picking up the torn book page from the floor as she held it out to Jessa. “I think this was in that when you opened it.”

Jessa eyed the torn book page. It was ripped from a book of poems. She remembered reading it in an airport earlier in the week. Her fingertip caught in the ends of her hair, twisting and tugging at a strand or two as she read the POEM out loud, shuffling her feet and fidgeting the entire time. “Okay, that was…”

“Sexy? Sweet? Intense?” Allie questioned, trying not to laugh. Maybe Maxwell’s idea wasn’t doomed to fail like she’d told him it would. Then again, she honestly thought Jessa hated the guy to begin with, so it did beg to question…

“That’s one way to put it. Phew.” Jessa fanned her face with the card and took a few deep breaths. “Well? Aren’t you gonna share?”

“Okay, alright.” Jessa took a deep breath and cleared her throat, starting to read from the torn book page.

Come here and take off your clothes & with them, every single worry you have ever carried. My fingertips on your back will be the very last thing you will feel before sleeping & the sound of my smile the alarm clock to your morning ears.

Come here and take off your clothes & with them, every single yesterday that has snuck atop your shoulders & declared them home. My whispers will be the soundtrack to your secret dreams and my hand, the anchor to the life which you will open your eyes to.

Come here and take off your clothes. - Tyler Knott Gregson

“Oh wow. Damn. Hey, the hearts. What’d they say again?” Allie asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. She had a feeling that she was starting to catch on to what Maxwell was up to and if she was right, it was… Definitely not something she’d have ever associated with the guy.

She’d never have assumed that beneath the cocky and almost overbearing exterior an actual romantic resided within.

Jessa grabbed the box and poured out a handful. The lone pink candy heart caught her eye and she raised a brow, reading it. “Nice tits.” she couldn’t help but giggle and look down as she joked aloud, “Bitch where, huh?”

Allie cleared her throat and Jessa held out one of the blue hearts in her hand. “Be Mine.”

“Oh wow. The poem is connected to the hearts, I think. And maybe nice tits was the person’s way of teasing?” Allie bit her lip as she looked over at Jessa. Jessa was obviously still reeling from the effects of the poem on the torn book page and Allie had the feeling that if this round of Maxwell’s little ‘game’ was this intense, by the end of the night, Jessa was going to be an actual mess.

It amused her.

Jessa turned over the paper and she dug around, eventually resorting to using a lipliner pencil she had in her messenger bag to scrawl on the front of the paper that’d been left with the candies and the card and rose.

“There’s one problem with this, stranger with candy. Well, two. One, my mom always told me not to take candy from strangers. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t follow directions? And the main problem. I can’t be yours if I don’t know who you are? But this is entertaining. It certainly got my attention. - Jessa”

Allie watched Jessa scrawling the note onto the front of the paper and stick it back into her locker and as soon as that was done, Jessa turned to Allie and shrugged. “Now we’ll see if it was a fluke or not I guess? I’m betting it is.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not, actually. Why’s it so hard to believe a man might be interested in you, Jessa?” Allie’s head tilted as she asked the question and Jessa shrugged. “Guess I’m just not used to it? I mean I’m not exactly people-friendly for the most part.” Jessa used air quotes to accentuate the phrase used and she smoothed her hands down the front of her favorite worn out skinny jeans, stretching. She was suddenly excited and full of energy.

But also, she was smart enough not to set the bar too high. And as soon as the thought of who she hoped it might be sending the candies and that poem crept in, she was choking on bottled water she’d just grabbed from the vending machine in the hallway.

Almost as if the guy had a radar and knew when she was even thinking about him, there he was, tapping her on the back and eyeing her with a raised brow while trying not to chuckle.

“Twice in a night.” Jessa choked out, catching her breath at last and continuing, “What the hell did I do to the man upstairs?” with hints of a teasing smirk. When their bodies brushed, she swallowed hard and attempted to step away a little. He wasn’t having to invade her personal space bubble tonight, apparently, she was doing good enough at it on her own.

MJF chuckled quietly. He’d gotten Allie’s text with a video clip of Jessa’s reaction so he knew good and well that right now, she was flustered and it embarrassed and infuriated her because she wasn’t used to it.

“Again, Jessa.. A ‘Hi, Maxwell. You look especially hot now that you just finished beating Diamond Dallas Page’s old ass’ would be great. Or even ‘Gee, thanks for keeping me from choking to death on a Voss.” MJF commented, staring her down intently. He hoped to God that Butcher and Blade hurried back from the little trip he’d sent them on because the rest of his surprise for Jessa kind of depended on it.

Tonight was the night. He had to do something to make himself known to her. He wanted her to see the side of him that he didn’t bother showing anyone else.

He grumbled when Guevara wandered over, stopping in front of Jessa again. “Hey baby girl.”

“Fuck off, child.” Jessa grumbled, glaring at the other guy. At least Maxwell has a right to be so goddamn cocky, Jessa mused to herself as she gazed almost boredly at Sammy, this guy has not a single one and yet… He thinks he’s god’s gift…

For a split second as Sammy was fucking her with his eyes again, the thought crossed her mind that he could well be the one behind everything she’d just found in her locker and that thought had her laughing so hard she was doubled over in an instant. The laughter served a dual purpose when Sammy eyed her as if she were losing her entire mind and made a hasty retreat. MJF cleared his throat.

“Think you might share what’s so funny?” Maxwell eyed her with a brow raised.

“I just.. No, if THAT bag of dicks is sending me secret Valentines stuff.. There’s no way it’s him. He’s got all the depth of a kiddie pool.” Jessa gulped as soon as their bodies bumped together lightly.

There went that magnetic pull to MJF that she’d yet to figure out and couldn’t seem to ignore. Rather than step away this time, she found herself kind of.. Gazing up at his lips intently. She wasn’t a tiny girl, but he towered over her easily. She found herself toying with how easy he’d be able to pick her up and toss her into bed. Or hold her against a wall. She coughed again, nearly choking on her own saliva this time and Maxwell chuckled. “You seem distracted. Did this mystery guy really get you that riled up, Jessa? Does this mean that contrary to what you said earlier, you actually might just be a little lonely?”

His hand wandered down, lightly squeezing her hip and the feel of his rough hands against her skin was enough to have her thighs clenching just slightly. She’d die before admitting it, but everything about Maxwell Jacob Friedmann got to her. Whether it be sexually or in irritation.

“Or maybe this guy just really KNOWS what I really want. Unlike others who constantly just run their mouths and don’t bother trying to back their words up with actions.” Jessa countered, her hand lowering as she teasingly slid a fingertip right across his lower abdomen, smirking up at him almost teasingly when her eyes met his and she caught him swallowing hard and trying to catch his breath.

Let him be as flustered as he leaves me all the goddamn time, Jessa thought to herself as she called out to Allie, “Wanna go to that 7-11? I feel the need for a Slurpee.” and Allie agreed to it quickly. It worked out almost perfectly because this gave MJF time to get round two of his little ‘game of seduction’ set up for Jessa to find when she returned.

“Hey, since you’re goin’, bring me back something.” he called out, half teasing. Just because he knew her well enough to know it’d be met with her middle finger and a smirk.

As soon as the two women were safely out of the arena, he whipped out his cell phone and called Butcher and Blade. “Where the actual fuck are you two right now, huh? I wanna get this done. So I can get to the best part… The part where I FINALLY get all this off my chest.”

“We’re incoming. It took a while to find a place that still had the exact flowers and the other things you wanted to get her, man.”

–

Skid Row was blasting so loud that Allie almost couldn’t hear herself think. Jessa clearly couldn’t drive, she was zigging and zagging in and out of traffic as if she were a wheelman on their way to a bank robbery or something. It was a stark contrast to Maxwell’s staunch position on 5 miles over was risky enough. Allie was really starting to see what exactly might have drawn her friend to Jessa in the first place.

Jessa was loud and wild and breathing chaos. Maxwell was calm and over-thinking to a fault almost. People were constantly telling the guy that he needed to loosen up; including Jessa on several of her more playful occasions. The car came to a sharp stop in the parking lot of the 7-11 and Jessa was jumping out, waiting on the sidewalk on Allie. Allie needed to collect herself and she almost wanted to kiss the ground she stood on just because she’d made it to the little gas station in one piece. Jessa giggled. “You act like you’ve never ridden in a fast car. C’mon.”

She was scrambling through the door, grabbing an arm full of junk and a Cosmopolitan with “The Best Sex of Your Life: Ten tricks You should Be Trying in 2020” in bold red across the cover. Allie grabbed herself bottled water and let her eyes dart around warily, nudging Jessa and nodding to the junk food in her arms.

“Is all that necessary?” Allie questioned, twisting a strand of blonde around her fingertips as her eyes darted around the little gas station before settling back on Jessa.

“No, but I WANT it.” Jessa shrugged and Allie gave a laugh at the response. She’d finally found it.

The common thread between the two. When they wanted something, there was zero hesitation. This whole thing was either going to go exactly as Maxwell seemed to think it would or Jessa was going to explode. Either way, it was something Allie was definitely amused by.

“What are you doing now?”

“Getting the gigantic bag of dicks something. He’s a meathead. A protein bar, maybe? No, no..” Jessa knit her brow as she scoured the shelves, trying to find something to take back to Maxwell, even though she honestly couldn’t care less.

Or so she kept telling herself.

Allie smirked and stopped Jessa mid bend. “Oh my god. You.. You actually LIKE him… Don’t you?” she was taunting gently and Jessa bit her lip, blowing strands of hair out of her eyes as she muttered in an annoyed tone, “Let’s just say I wouldn’t throw him outta bed and leave it alone, alright? Okay, got meathead his protein bar thing and bottled water and some of those stupid Rocher chocolates. I’m all done.”

“Good god, woman. You realize all this… glorified junk.. Is going straight to your ass, right?”

“God I can only hope. I’m tired of having a non-existent ass.” Jessa quipped, hurrying to the register as soon as she’d gotten her cherry-flavored Slurpee. After paying for everything, they got back into the car. Allie crossed herself and buckled in and Jessa snickered. “My driving is not that bad.”

“Woman, my entire life story played like a movie in front of my eyes the entire time.”

Jessa gave a soft laugh and poked out her tongue, fixing her eyes on the road as she pulled out of the parking lot and merged with traffic.

Allie knew how much Maxwell was worrying about his chances at pulling his whole master plan off for the night. And since he was kind of a friend, she felt like she should give the guy a little hope.

← Okay so. Here’s the thing.

← Your girl cannot drive, first of all.

← Second, she kind of admitted something huge to me.. About you.

← Do not make me regret helping you because she’s honestly kind of growing on me…

They were pulling to a stop in the parking lot of the arena and Jessa was digging around, grabbing her issue of Cosmo, her cherry-flavored Slurpee and the share size bag of sour skittles she’d bought herself. She eyed the stuff she’d gotten MJF and sighed, grumbling. “I HATE having a weak spot for that frickin meatball.”

“Why does liking someone annoy you so much?”

“I dunno.. Never really thought about it.” Jessa shrugged as she grabbed the bag with the stuff she’d gotten him inside and got out of the car, shutting the door with her hip. She’d just stepped through the door and into the backstage area when she spotted MJF. She walked up and tapped his shoulder with the protein bar and once he’d turned around, she deposited the candy and protein bar as well as the bottled water into his hands and skipped away without a word.

MJF was left standing there watching her skip away, untwisting the cap on his bottled water as he smirked to himself.

A softer smirk.

–

Jessa stood in front of her locker, eyeing it almost as if she was torn between opening it or just walking away. Finally, with a little swearing, she pulled it open and reached inside. Her hand closed around something thin and upon pulling it out she realized it was a white rose. She passed it under her nose, giving a little smile before tucking it behind her ear and she reached into her locker again.

The note she’d scribbled out to whoever was behind this was sitting there, this time with their own response beneath.

Yeah, I’ve noticed that you and directions don’t exactly go hand in hand. It’s one of the things I love about you though. As far as your second concern, all will be revealed after the show is over. Until then, just enjoy this.

The box of conversation hearts was back again and this time the color was orange. Jessa raised a brow, opening the box and taking one out as she took a sip of her Slurpee. “U&Me and Nice Ass, huh? Okay, you have me curious now. This is.. A giant puzzle.” Jessa eyed the note and tried to think.

She’d never seen the writing on it before. It was neat and smaller. Her hand raised to her hair and she raked her fingers through it, shuffling her feet against the locker room floor. “Hmm.”

Nyla spoke up from behind her. “White roses mean new beginnings.”

Jessa turned and bit her lip, eyeing the rose. New beginnings? She’d honestly just thought whoever was going to all this trouble was just giving her flowers. “Any chance you know what a deep red one means?”

Nyla mulled it over and then asked the other woman with a smile, “Any reason why you want to know?”

“Because earlier tonight, I got this. And now, I’ve got more. And I get the feeling that everything means something, and it’s driving me insane. It’s like the answer is literally right in front of my face?” Jessa gathered what she got earlier in the night and what she’d just gotten, holding it out to Nyla, who read over everything and snickered quietly at the two hearts she had left from earlier and the ones she’d just gotten.

“Girl, somebody is trying to tell you something alright. This” Nyla waved the note that Jessa’s admirer responded on at her, “The writing looks familiar.”

“Oh?”

“But it CANNOT be him.”

Jessa was holding her breath and waiting patiently for an answer but all Nyla would do was smirk and hand her the note back. “It’s called a surprise, Jessa.”

“Damn it! No fair!” Jessa stomped her feet and pouted, but Nyla shrugged. Oh, she could’ve easily told Jessa that the writing on the note might possibly be the handwriting of one Maxwell Jacob Friedmann, but she wasn’t about to ruin the potential for amusement later in the night.

And she was lowkey impressed by the symbolism in the little puzzles. If Jessa really thought about it, the answer was right there in front of her nose, just like she thought.

Jessa turned her attention back to her locker, wondering if there would be another page torn from a book. She reached back in and smirked as she felt her fingertips brush against paper. Her eyes darted over the torn page eagerly and she crossed her legs, going fidgety at the words on the page.

I want to wet your lips

Tantalize your tongue

Elevate your heart rate

And make your veins hum

Burn like the fire inside of you

As you swallow me down

Drink me

Drink deeply my love

Intoxicate yourself with my presence

Imbibe my essence

I want to make you so very dizzy

Stumble footed

Room spinningly dizzy

Drunk on love.

- John Mark Green

She finished reading it and sat it down on the tabletop, taking several deep breaths. “Okay, wow. You sir.. Are a grade A tease and a half.”

She wandered out of the locker room intent on walking it off, Slurpee and Skittles in hand, roaming down the hallway as she tried to puzzle everything out. Her mind was a thousand miles away and this is how she wound up colliding with MJF for a second time. He steadied her and she gazed up at him, taking a long sip of her Slurpee.

“Do you ever watch where you’re going, Jessa? I could’ve knocked you over.” Maxwell eyed her in concern because he’d literally been barreling down the hallway, too damned angry at DDP to even stop for a second to consider anyone else in his path.

Jessa continued to drink her Slurpee and shrugged it off. He was being weird tonight. No weirder than usual, Jessa thought to herself as she tossed her Slurpee into the garbage nearby. She almost asked him if he recognized the writing on the note, but she decided against it.

Why give him one more reason to be an ass?

“I’m fine.” Jessa finally answered, her gaze shifting from his eyes down to his mouth. She quickly tore her eyes off his mouth and tried to find literally anything else to focus on. He chuckled quietly and asked, “Are you sure? You seem a little dazed. Not to mention, you actually bought me something back earlier.”

“Maybe I can be nice on occasion?” Jessa tried to downplay it, but she found herself pinned in by his hypnotic gaze and staring right back at him, praying like hell he didn’t read too much into it. MJF’s gaze darted down to her tee-shirt and he raised a brow.

“The Lost Boys. Is that some kind of band?”

He used that teasing tone. Jessa gaped at him a second or two and then gave a soft laugh. “Please tell me you did not just ask that.”

“What?”

“If The Lost Boys, the best freakin’ vampire epic of all time… is a band.”

“I mean, given the stuff you classify as music, Jessa.” he shrugged, a smirk tugging the corners of his mouth upward as he found himself stepping closer. She had some hair hanging right into her left eye. Before he could stop himself, he was reaching out and brushing it out to tuck it behind her ear. She eyed him warily and shook her head.

No, she thought to herself, there is no way it’s him leaving me the candies, roses and poems. It can’t be, it just can’t. That man doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body.

But something kept insisting that at very least, she was completely wrong about him.

“It’s a movie, Maxwell. A freakin amazing movie.” Jessa finally managed to answer, barely hiding a laugh. “It’s right up there with The Breakfast Club. Or I think so, at least.”

MJF grinned a little, leaning in closer. “I know that one. And it is a decent movie. Despite glaring plot holes.”

“How dare you!” Jessa pretended to be offended, rolling her eyes. “I guess it’s too low class for a man of your tastes. It’s probably over your head anyway. There are no plot holes, Maxwell, how dare you.”

“It’s true.” he shrugged mildly and Jessa threw her hand in his face, being sassy all over again.

“I refuse to continue this conversation. I’m going to hair and makeup. Maybe I can bother some of the girls. Maybe Penelope will be in there again and I can make her fuck up her makeup. That’d make tonight even better for me.”

He smiled to himself, shaking his head. He realized what she’d said at the end and curiosity took over, prompting him to call out after her, “What’s made it good so far? I mean you started it off cranky like usual. Now suddenly, you’re being a little tease and laughing..”

“Oh, nothing.” Jessa drawled, holding his gaze for a few seconds. “Just finding out that maybe there are decent people in the world?”

Before he could get anything else out of her, she was gone, vanishing into hair and makeup. He took a deep breath and eyed the time on his Geneva watch. It was time to go for it. The last part to this whole elaborate plan. Somehow knowing that she was happy at least made the potential for this to go totally awry completely worth it for him.

He’d die before admitting it, but tonight’s surprises were not something he’d do for just anyone. He’d already wrapped up far more time in her than he’d ever done for any of his past relationships. That alone said something.

Knowing what he’d done at least gave her a smile had him smiling too.

And torn between total anxiety and the smug feeling of proving there was so much more to him than met the eye for her when he finally did reveal himself.

He set off to get everything set up one last time.

Allie spotted him and waved him over, holding open the locker room door. “You have to hurry. You almost got caught last time, she literally came rushing right back in almost five minutes after you left. Just.. get this done, Maxwell.”

“Okay, alright. Calm down.”

He went straight for Tessa’s locker, opening it. After he put the pale violet colored rose into the locker along with the box of candy hearts and the book page, he picked up the little note they’d been ‘passing’ for the better part of the night, his eyes brightening when he turned it over and read her response to his previous one.

“You’re probably the only one who loves that about me. After the show, huh? I’ve gotta say… This is probably the most excited I’ve been in a long time. And I don’t even like Valentines Day. I’m getting the feeling that all of these things you’re leaving me all have a meaning. I haven’t figured it out yet, but I will. So, we’ll just see if you can keep your secrets, sir. We’ll see. - Jessa”

–

The show was getting closer and closer to an end for the night. Jessa found herself getting more and more excited with each minute that passed. It took all her limited restraint to keep from rushing back down the hall and into the locker room just to see if her mystery admirer had left anything else. She’d asked around as subtly as possible about the note and the handwriting on it, and nobody would tell her anything.

Jake Hager almost doubled over laughing and wouldn’t say anything beyond telling Jessa to keep an open mind when whoever it was revealed themselves. She was starting to think that everybody in the back was in on this somehow. She sat on top of a trunk in the hallway when she saw Allie going into the locker room after looking up the hall and down as if she were waiting on someone.

“Weird.” Jessa shrugged it off, scrolling through her Spotify library, choosing a song to listen to as she tried to work out what everything meant.

Nyla told her the red rose meant deep love and the white one meant new beginnings. The poems seemed to tie into the messages on the candy hearts she’d been left. Jessa rubbed her temples, her nose wrinkling as she went over a list of possible people, trying to rule out every single one of them.

She hopped off of the top of the trunk she’d been sitting on and started down the hallway. If there wasn’t anything in her locker this time she’d know it was probably a collective hazing thing. She was almost halfway convinced that was what this had to be, but then why hadn’t anyone else who’d just signed with the roster gotten similar?

Pacing in front of her locker must have been driving Britt crazy because Britt finally cleared her throat. “Something wrong, Jess?”

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“Nothing.” Jessa was quick to say it and after a deep breath and telling herself just how ridiculous she was being, she opened the door to her locker one last time.

She reached inside and pulled out a violet-colored rose and another box of candy hearts. The torn book page fluttered to the floor and so did the note they’d been leaving back and forth all night. Jessa bent quickly to retrieve them off the floor and as soon as she had, she read the note first.

I’m glad I have you excited. And that I finally have your attention. It’s been nice seeing you smile. You’re cute, okay? Especially when you smile and giggle and do things that tease me more than you realize. Gotta confess.. I’m really nervous and that’s something that just doesn’t happen. I’ll be waiting outside right after the show ends. Look for the guy in the brown jacket, if you don’t figure out who I am. Personally? I’m pretty damn confident you won’t.

Jessa laughed softly and shook her head, sitting down the paper in favor of the torn book page.

Fist full of hair

Desire

Mouth full of silence

Pleasure

Tongue curling and coaxing

Intoxicating

Hips thrusting

Abandonment

Nails digging

Rapacious

Throats instinctively swallowing

Indulgence

Eyes full of desire meet

Rapture

- The Dark Muse

“Fuck.” the k lingered sharply as she re-read the poem and felt her body starting to burn up all over. She fanned herself and swallowed hard, eyes darting around. She’d seen Allie in the locker room earlier, so naturally, she wandered over.

“Hey, when you were in here a few minutes ago, did you see anybody around my locker?”

Allie gave her a blank look and swallowed hard. She was beyond tempted to tell Jessa exactly who was behind it all, but she decided against it and shook her head no instead. Jessa smoothed her hands over her jeans and took a deep breath. “Damn it. This is driving me insane.”

She took the box of candies and opened them, biting back a quiet whimper as she read the sayings on the hearts inside. “All mine.” she poured the box out as she muttered the words written on the first heart she pulled out. Right away, her sights fell on the purple one and she picked it up, reading it. “All night. Fuck.” Jessa fanned herself and took a few shaky breaths. If she thought the poem he’d left the second time had her a soaking wet mess before, that was nothing compared to the latest poem and the hearts.

She wandered over to Nyla and tapped her shoulder. “What’s a purple rose mean?”

Nyla stopped and mulled it over, smiling. “True love.. Or love at first sight. Or that’s what my grandma always told me. Was that rose purple this time? Girl…”

“It was and he’s waiting outside, holy shit.” Jessa fanned herself, bouncing up and down for a few seconds because she was suddenly that excited.

And anxious. So very anxious. Because the thought hit her then… what if it was someone she wasn’t interested in?

Or alternately, what if it was someone she was extremely interested in?

Like say, Maxwell Jacob Friedmann?

She laughed it off. There was no way it was him. He merely liked to push her buttons and get her riled up because that was just his way. Surely there wasn’t some deep hidden meaning?

But, she found herself thinking, new beginnings, which the white rose symbolizes, only really fits him. Because him and I got off to a really, really rocky start.

As she gathered her things and prepared herself to walk out into the parking garage, she felt her hands shake ever so slightly. Her stomach was fluttering and she almost couldn’t breathe.

Maxwell found himself watching the doors leading out into the parking garage intently, his eyes on his Geneva watch when they weren’t on the doors. Had she figured out it was him and was now refusing to come out for whatever reason? He started to pace a little, glaring at one of the other guys when they mentioned him being stood up. And somehow, during the distraction of that, he missed her slipping out into the parking garage, brown eyes darting around as if she was looking for someone.

The second Jessa saw a man in a brown ankle-length jacket, she knew exactly who it was. He didn’t have to turn around for her to know that it was MJF and just the thought had her heart pounding so loudly it almost blocked all other sound. Before she realized what she was doing, she was running to catch up to the man because he’d started to walk away, obviously giving up.

She caught up to him just before he reached his Range Rover and she grabbed his wrist gently, putting a stop to his walk. Before he could really even process what was happening, she was climbing him like a literal tree, her legs cinching his hips tight and making him stagger back slightly until he got himself steady. He growled into her mouth as her tits pressed into his chest and the eleven roses in his hand fell to the pavement as both hands gripped both sides of her ass, grinding her against him. He could feel her fingertips tugging at his hair and she smirked into the kiss.

“Ya know, you had me going half the night. But then it hit me a few minutes ago. Out of all the people on the roster, you’re the only one that even slightly made sense. I told you I’d figure it out.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t that maybe you were hoping it was me?” he couldn’t resist the remark and when she lightly swatted at his chest, he chuckled. “I mean.. I figured out you had a thing for me before you even really did?”

“I did not!”

“Are we seriously going to spend tonight arguing about this, woman? Just admit that on some level, I was right.” he nipped at her lower lip hungrily, fingertips digging deeper into her ass as he turned to the Range Rover and sat her on the hood, stepping between her legs. He bent down, retrieving the flowers and he held them up to her. “These are for you.”

Jessa slipped her legs around him again, pulling him closer as she leaned in, taking the flowers and passing them under her nose before putting them aside in order to pull him into an even deeper kiss while pouting.

“What’s wrong, princess?” MJF asked as soon as he felt her starting to pout.

“And now I feel like shit because all I got you was the chocolate balls and the protein bar and water.” Jessa deepened the kiss, threading her fingers along his scalp, making him laugh. “I got you. That’s what I wanted in the first place. To finally find a way to kind of show ya how I really feel.” he shrugged and she eyed him, biting her lip. “I never realized you were a romantic softie.”

“And that’s going to stay our secret, yeah?” he muttered against her lips breathlessly before breaking the kiss to ask the question, “So.. Where do you want to go?”

“Back to the hotel.” Jessa purred against his mouth, rubbing herself against him as best as she could.

#mjf fanfiction #mjf fanfic #mjf fic #mjf oneshot #mjf imagine #// valentines fluff anyone?#// this turned out kinda cute m'kay?

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