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oddinary4bts · 1 year

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Ooooh how about a little enemies to ? Smut with Yoongi where OC/reader makes him come his pants? Little sassy/angry/ bratty vibes? Prompt 58 from the smut list? Feel free to adjust however inspires you!! Love your work!!

Yeahhhh, this uhhhhhh hope you guys enjoy

The Worst Coworker You've Ever Had | myg

☆pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader

☆rating: 18+ (this is smut, minors DNI)

☆genre: unedited smut lmao like literally just smut with barely no plot

☆warnings: cursing, pet names, explicit content: female masturbation, dick palming?, cum eating, choking, finger sucking, mentions of blowjob, mentions of penetrative sex, brat and sub!Yoongi, dom!reader, hickeys, ball squeezing, I think that's it but let me know if I forgot something

☆word count: 2.9k

☆prompt 58: "No one's ever touched me like this, fuck"

☆The smut prompt is from this list!

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Min Yoongi is the worst coworker you’ve ever had. He’s entitled, thinks he’s better than everyone else, and has a tendency to steal all of your ideas. In today’s meeting, he announced something you have been working on for months and only mentioned in passing to one of your other coworkers. You have no idea how he found out, but you’re tired of him stealing, of him pretending he can steal like this without having any consequences.

He's sitting behind his desk when you get to his office, eyes skimming over the lines of an email on his computer monitor. He doesn’t look up at you, doesn’t feign to care about your presence. Only sighs as you shut the door, as if he knows confrontation is coming and he’s already tired of it.

“Why did you steal my idea for the Tanner and co account?” you ask, folding your arms on your chest.

He doesn’t spare you a look, but one of his eyebrows cocks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You shut your eyes, take a long, good inhale of air in the hopes of calming down. It does nothing good, and when you open your eyes you’re ready to murder Min Yoongi.

“You’re fucking full of shit,” you snap.

At that he looks at you. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve been working on this for weeks! I was going to announce it at next week’s meeting when everything would be ready,” you reply coldly. “Weeks of work for nothing.”

“Your loss if you didn’t want to announce it before,” he says on the same tone. “I’m just doing my job.”

“Your job isn’t to steal other’s ideas,” you point out, clenching your jaw hard. “You could have at least talked to me about it.”

His gaze lazily goes back to his monitor, as if he’s done with the conversation. “Whatever.”

You don’t know why, but his single uttered word makes you see red and you walk around his desk to gaze at the monitor. “What’s so interesting that you can’t even fucking look at me?”

He slightly turns his chair towards you then, sitting back and folding his arms on his chest as he stares up at you.

You stare down, teeth clenched, muscle feathering under the skin of your jaw, refusing to be the first one to look away. He tilts his head to the side, and the ghost of a smirk appears on his lips.

“Why are you so fucking worked up over this?” he asks, voice suddenly low and gravelly.

It has you searching for words, mouth falling open.

“Can always let you work a little on the project, if you’re so mad about,” he continues. “If what you have is any good, that is.”

“Fuck you, Min Yoongi,” you spit through gritted teeth.

Now the smirk isn’t just a ghost anymore. It comes to reality and he eyes you up and down once. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You want to slap him. For some reason, what you do is lean over him, lips slightly parted. “In your fucking dreams.”

To your surprise, his eyes drop to your lips, and his smirk just widens. “What a fucking dream it would be.”

Something happens then. You don’t understand why, or how, but your hands land on the armrests of his chair, bringing you dangerously close to him. His eyes haven’t budged from your lips, but he grows restless under your gaze, the smirk slipping away from his lips.

“What are you doing?” he asks, and he sounds a little breathless.

“Didn’t you just say it’d be a dream to fuck me?”

“Huh,” he lets out, as you move even closer. He gulps, eyes fluttering shut from the proximity.

“Stop stealing my fucking accounts,” you whisper, your lips so close they’re almost touching.

You want to pull away, you really do, but when he nods instead of being cocky about it once again, something turns hot inside of you. Like he’s turned a switch on and a fire’s started blazing inside of you, flames high and treacherous.

Because he’s your coworker, because you hate him, but you still find yourself brushing your lips against his.

“If you give me back my account maybe I’ll let you live that little dream of yours,” you purr, and then you move so you can whisper in his ear, lips moving against the lobe. It earns you a shiver from him as you say, “Never thought you were fantasizing about me, Min.”

He has the decency to scoff, though it’s void of actual anger. “I’m not.”

“Is that why you’ve been riling me up?”

You nip at his earlobe, feeling far too bold for your own good. His breath trembles as he sighs, and you’re surprised when one of his hands hesitantly rests on your thigh, half of his fingers directly on the skin and the rest on top of the fabric of your skirt.

“You wearing short skirts to work all the time has been riling me up for months,” he admits.

You pull away, just to take a good look at his features. If someone would have told you cocky Min Yoongi turned like this when aroused… you think you would have approached him before. Because it feels as if, whatever you say, he’ll do.

To test your theory, you say, “If I make you come will you give me back my account?”

He meets your gaze, shadows dancing behind his pupils. “Why would I?”

You tilt your head to the side, before wetting your lips. “Not so eager to live out the little fantasies in your head then.”

His hand moves, until all of his fingers are reaching just under where your skirt hangs, barely even grazing the skin.

“Then how about this?” he starts, and he almost cowers under the intensity of your gaze. You’re surprised – you never would have thought he was more of a sub than a dom.

Not that you have ever had sexual thoughts about Min Yoongi before.

“If you make me come without me fucking you, bent over on my desk, then I’ll consider it.”

It sounds awfully like something you shouldn’t do, especially with a coworker, but you’re already too far gone to stop. You don’t hesitate when you straddle his lap, hands finding purchase on his shoulders. He seems scared, as if he fully expected you to back away, but as soon as you grind on him he holds onto your hips, eyes fluttering close as he leans his head against his chair.

You put one finger on his jaw, pushing lightly until he turns his head to the side to give you access to his neck. Once that is done, you lean in, lips barely brushing the soft skin. His grip on you still tightens, and with that only you know Min Yoongi is a sucker for neck kisses

“You’re stupid if you don’t think I can make you come like this,” you murmur against his skin, and then you suck on his neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, because you’re fully aware that you are at the office. That, though no one can see you right now anyone could walk in.

Yoongi hisses a little, and you’re not sure if it’s the insult or your lips on him. You think maybe a little bit of both, especially as his hands shift to the meat of your ass. And as you suck on his neck again, you start grinding on him, offering friction to his quickly hardening length. He feels big, or at least the bulge feels so, and you can’t resist nibbling at his neck.

He thrusts up, clearly seeking more friction, and it makes you tut.

“Nu-uh,” you tell him. “Let me do the work.”

He nods, letting out a small, breathy chuckle. “It’s cute that you think you can make me come.”

The challenge behind his words makes you pull away, meeting his gaze with a stern look on your features. His insufferable smirk is back, but it dies when you grab his jaw and kiss him harshly.

At that he moves, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close. His large palms move until they rest on your back, and you let your hands loose in his hair, undoing the neat style he’s probably spent a good 10 minutes on this morning.

He tastes bitter, like the coffees you know he drinks all through the day. Yet there’s a sweet side to him, residing somewhere in the softness of his lips and the pink flush of his cheeks when you pull away. His lips glisten with your saliva, and you dry them with a thumb, before pushing it in his mouth. He sucks on it, tongue flicking at the pad and the action has you wondering how he’d feel on another, way more sensitive part of your body…

But you’re determined to make him come and get your account back, aren’t you? So you pull your thumb out of his mouth, pat his cheek and say, “Good boy”.

Now the look on his face turns greedy, like he wants more of you. Like he wants you to say it again, to praise him and condescend him and everything in between.

Min Yoongi is exactly the kind of man you like under you.

And when you decide to kneel on the floor, fully intending to suck the soul of his dick, he gulps.

“Is giving you a blowjob allowed?” you ask, resting your head on one of his dress-pants-clad thighs, a finger tracing circles on the other.

He smirks, though it’s far less confident than it was earlier. “That would be cheating.”

You glare up at him. His smirk reinforces until you turn your head to bite at his thigh. The moan he lets out makes you realize that, for all he says, maybe you actually will be able to make him come without burying him in your mouth. When you let go of his thigh, he finds his smirk again.

“I’ll need a lot more, darling.”

You palm him, hard, and he really is big and heavy in your hand. He buckles his hips a little, and loses the smirk when you say, “You’re cute when you try to be bratty”.

You let go of his dick to untuck his white dress shirt from his pants, before raising it on his stomach to reveal a sliver of pale, white skin. You dart forward then, tongue out to lick at his skin, one hand going back to palming him.

And when you start sucking a hickey right above the band of his pants, palming him hard, Yoongi grunts and tries to pull you away by the hair. Clearly, he doesn’t really want to do it, because his grip is loose, and you can suck another hickey before looking up at him, sitting back on your heels.

That’s when an idea blossoms in your head. You smirk up at him, before standing up. You flatten your skirt, slowly, as he follows your every move.

He looks good like this, hair undone and shirt crumpled by what you have just been doing. It makes you bite at your lower lip, as you sit on his desk. You spread your legs apart, and his gaze falls on the spot between them, that he can only begin to see once you’ve pushed your skirt up a little.

He watches as you push your panties to the side, teasing your clit with your head cocked to the side, waiting for his reaction. When he tries to reach forward, you push him back in his chair with your foot.

You’ve never been so happy to have chosen stilettos as your footwear for work. You usually hate it, hate the cramps in your feet at the end of the day, but today, it feels like perfection.

You touch yourself slowly at first, waiting until you’re dripping with arousal to dip a finger inside of you, up to the first knuckle, before pulling out. Yoongi watches all of it like a man starved, his breathing ragged as one of his hands moves to his dick.

He palms himself, and you let him do it. Only tell him no when he tries to push his hand inside of his pants.

“Nu-uh,” you tell him. “You just watch, Min. Watch as I’ll make myself come on your precious desk.”

He seems like he’s battling demons for a few seconds, until he gives in and sits back comfortably, hands gripping the armrests so hard his knuckles are turning white.

It’s no surprise he seems pained by the time you finally decide to finger yourself, fast and hard just the way you like it, never once breaking eye contact. You use your other hand to rub on your clit, and soon enough you’re coming, walls clenching around your fingers.

Min Yoongi drinks the sight in, panting on his chair as you come down from your high. And when you feel ready, you stand up, pushing the fingers that were in your pussy into his mouth, so he can taste you. He takes them in, sucks on them as you pull your panties down your legs. You make him hold the soaked fabric, before leaning and whispering in his ear, “See, that’s what you’re making me feel like”.

He gulps, eyes shutting as you nibble on his earlobe before straightening, your fingers leaving his mouth empty. He moans softly when you palm him, running your hand up and down his confined dick. You lean forward, capture his mouth in a searing kiss, and it’s no wonder he’s rock hard under your hand.

When you tease his mouth with your tongue, you’re not surprised that he parts his lips. You dive in, lapping up the wet muscle in his mouth, and he grunts as you press harder.

“Not so much of a brat anymore, huh?” you say as you pull away.

The smirk finds its way back to his lips, infuriatingly so. “You’re so desperate to get me off,” he says, voice so low you think you might be swimming in the Mariana trench. “You really think you’ll get me off like this?”

Your free hand moves to his neck, but you don’t choke him just yet. “Baby,” you purr. “You’re so hard it feels like you’re going to explode.”

He doesn’t lose the smirk, but he does nod, once.

“Can’t even be a proper brat,” you say, almost growling, and your fingers press into his neck, stopping the airflow to his brain.

His eyes shut instinctively, and you push your tongue between his parted lips. He moves to hold you, tries to pull you onto his lap, but you resist. Instead, you unbuckle his belt before slipping your hand between his pants and his underwear.

You don’t stop at his hardened dick, no. You move further, until you’ve got a hold of his tight balls. You squeeze, gently, before releasing your grip on his throat. He sucks in a breath, then hisses loudly as you squeeze his balls once more.

“Fuck,” he curses in your mouth.

He’s close. You haven’t even really done anything and he’s close. It makes you feel far too powerful, and when his tongue moves forward to meet yours, you suck on it, hard. You also grip him at the same time, running your thumb on the wet spot where his precum has been slowly seeping through his underwear.

And when you pull away and say, “You’re such a good boy for me baby”, Yoongi loses it.

He grunts one, and then spurts of hot cum spill into his underwear, wetting them so much you close your eyes and imagine if he would have filled you up instead. It makes you pull your hand out of his pants, only so you can push it back in his underwear this time.

You scoop up some of his cum, before bringing your fingers to your mouth. You taste him, moaning in satisfaction as his heady taste fills your mouth.

“See,” you tell him once you’ve lapped your fingers clean. “That was easy.”

He blinks up at you, lazily. “No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.”

“Cute,” you say. “Maybe you’ve never deserved it.”

“So I deserved it?” he repeats, a brat once again. “For stealing your account?”

You pout at him, condescendingly. “Yeah, you deserved the embarrassment of creaming your fucking pants, baby.”

That puts him back into his place, as he just stares at you, jaw clenching as his gaze hardens. When he remains silent, you gently pat his cheek. “I’ll expect you to send everything you have on Tanner and co by tomorrow morning.”

He moves his head away, scowling, but says nothing as you take your panties from his hand, putting them back on. He barely even looks at you as you flatten your skirt, taking a few steps towards the door as if you are entirely unaffected by everything that happened.

You only turn when he says, “That’s it?”

You smile at him, arrogantly and cocky just like he always is. “It sure is. It was good doing business with you, Min Yoongi.”

You don’t look back once as you leave.

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well-its-not-human-anymore · 3 years

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Amazing, ok so, how would the guys react to a super cuddly friend, but like they're really scared of crossing boundaries so they never really touched or anything, but as soon as they get the green light from the boys they're like. Always somehow touching them, like arm around the waist, legs on their lap during movie night, hugs from behind whenever they can etc

I was so hyped to write this because I'm definitely a touchy feely type of person but I've also just recently been like "boundaries you fucking walnut" so this is right up my alley.

TMNT Headcanons

The boys reacting to a super cuddly reader:

Michaelangelo

Alright let's be honest here

Mikey is the most intimate dude ever

He has no problems with physical contact as long as you're chill with it

Which you are, you'll take a hug wherever you can get one

The two of you have had your own handshake since the second week of you knowing him

His family however, is unaware of this

Obviously they know April is cool with touching them, she doesn't care

But they had no idea how you were about it

That was until you stayed for dinner

You'd basically fought Leo to let you help clean up

They knew you and Mikey were close

When you couldn't reach the shelf that the plate you were holding was supposed to go on they did not expect you to handle it the way you did

"Oi Mikey can I get a lift over here?"

The orange turtle didn't even look at you, backing up just enough and putting his hand out for you

You placed your foot firmly in his hand and climbed fluidly onto his shoulders, settling on the ridge of his shell and sliding the dish into it's proper place

"can you get this one too angelcakes?"

Mikey passed a cup into your hands and you proceeded to set it on the neighboring shelf, still perfectly balanced on your living perch

His brothers didn't know what they were expecting from the two of you but it definitely wasn't that

Leonardo

Watching Leo train was enough to make you tired

You weren't even doing anything, just watching

But once he'd finished his training and sat down to meditate you got up and padded over to him

"hey, do you mind if I sit behind you and use your back as a pillow while you do that? I'm tired as shit but I don't wanna crash on the couch right now, Raph almost crushed my head last time."

This smug fucker had the audacity to laugh at you

"be my guest. Just don't move too much"

Que the excited brain, you dropped to the ground and backed up to him as he settled

Your head made a resolute thunk against his shell and within minutes you were passed out

Leo was thankful that you didn't snore

This became your routine, so much so that he found it hard to meditate when you weren't there

He missed the familiar weight on his back

He'd approached you on the couch one evening, you were mid-argument with Mikey over some sort of movie theory and didn't even notice him standing there

"y/n?"

Your head snapped around to look at him

"yeahhhh? Did I do something?"

"no, I was going to meditate. Are you coming?"

You bounced to your feet, knocking Mikey in the shoulder before wandering towards the other room

"you win for now Mikey, I gotta go be Leo's human paperweight"

"you're not my- you know what close enough."

Raphael

No no no listen listen

This man is touch starved

AND I MEAN TOUCH STARVED

If you so much as roll for affection and get a +3 he dissolves

But he's also pretty sure you'd hate touching him or any of his brothers so asking for a hug is out of the question

If you want to touch him you'll initiate, right?

In-fucking-correct

Then at some point mid session you managed to land a solid ass punch right to his mouth

He crumbled on impact, grasping his own face in shock

Coincidentally you were also grasping his face in an attempt to see his split lip

"holy shit dude are you okay? I didn't chip any teeth did i? Wow okay that's bleeding pretty badly- one sec, don't move!"

Your hands left his cheeks and you scrambled to your feet, sprinting out of the room in search of a first aid kit

Raph looked up when you returned seconds later, the small tin box in hand, and kneeled at his side

"okay you might want to ice that but I'd definitely get a second opinion from donnie"

He was still staring when you handed him a gauze pad for his lip

"I'm really sorry Raph, I didn't mean to rock your shit like that"

The brain™ is recalibrating

Systems coming back online

He used one arm to pull you into a hug

"nah I'm good, it's just a split lip, barely even hurts- AH SHIT!"

you busted out laughing, tumbling out of his hug and covering your own mouth to contain your giggles

"I'll go get that ice for ya then?"

"yeah yeah shut up"

Donatello

Donnie didn't like to showcase that fact that he hated losing

He literally couldn't with the family he had, everything was a damn competition

And this happened to be a literal one

You, raph, Mikey, and he had been playing COD for hours now

You lost feeling in your thumbs about ten minutes ago

You and Donnie had lost every match since you'd split into teams and you were both getting sick of it

Donnie because he was a fucking genius, why couldn't he win this game?

You because you needed to pee like fifteen minutes ago and you weren't allowed to get up until the final match was over

"get your head in the game Donnie"

"oh wow thanks for the advice y/n, let me pull it out of my ass for you"

You wacked his shoulder with a scowl, settling your elbows on your knees and leaning into the controller

Mikey and Raph looked way too smug right now, like they knew that they were going to win

Neither of you would live with that

When it came down to the last 7 seconds you managed to snipe Mikey, making raph, who'd been shot out a minute prior, yell in outrage

Having been declared the victor you both triumphantly threw your controllers down on the couch

He went for a high five

You went for a hug

You both paused

He shrugged at you, earning an excited grin and you let him tackle you with a hug

Your airways were very constricted but at this point you didn't care one bit

"hey don?"

"yeah?"

"you can put your head back in your ass now."

Just as a general rule of thumb, whichever turtle I put last is usually the one I have the hardest time coming up with things for. So if you notice that the last ones always seem to be lacking that's why. Brain be sucking on the remainders of my creative juice.

Hope you liked this tho! I enjoyed doing it! Stay hydrated 😉

-Mars 🌠

#tmnt x reader #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt headcanons

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what-if-nct · 2 years

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nah my friend is ridiculous 😭

so he just got his jonghyun she is album and he has been looking through the picture book when he got excited over one page in which he took a picture of it and written something like “free foot pic! thanks jonghyun!”

what is his obsession with his feet he wouldn’t even stop talking about the picture of him wearing socks and kicking the air- 😭😭😭😭

jeez and he be talking about how it made him nut and shit like omg i don’t care about his feet what’s so sexy about something you walk on the floor with? is that the sexy part? him stepping on your head with socks on? what’s so hot about that?

but yeah- i don’t have a feet fetish but i do like his hands 🥺

omg the fact that he could use them to- 🫳🏻🍑

*starts screaming* nahhhh all the things i would do to meet him i would kill or give a lap dance just to carry him like he’s princess peach

nvm i don’t think i could carry him, but he can jejeekwkwkwj

he could probably carry me like a baby since i’m not too heavy… but i’d want him to grind on me-

oops sorry pg-13- uh- rainbows and flowers 🌈🌸🌺💐🌷🌹🌼🌻☀️✨

anywho, supreme is too expensive lol and my tatas are big ;(

i’m like idk what size i am i haven’t worn a bra in 6 years- maybe like 28 c of d cup ig it looks big so maybe even dd? (i don’t know my size so-) also, they’re perky too like them pr0nstars which makes it even worse-

i hate my tatas i wish i could donate them to amber or anyone i hate them i would even give them to my little sister like a hand me down so she can have boobs and i can be flat or at least small enough that i don’t have to literally kill myself to make sure i look flat enough when i bind. puberty sucks i wish i never had to go through mean changes and i could look like jonghyun ;(

i’m scared that it may go to my hips and people will see me as a woman i hate it so much i don’t know if the best thing to do is to go to a gender clinic to prevent it from happening but i would try but the uk is shit and is transphobic 😭😭

i literally look like every female character a man written with big boobs tiny waist and big butt (but i barely have hips so… yay…?) istg if i look like miss bellum from the ppg when i turn 25 then imma ☠️

nah my sis doesn’t know what she’s gonna miss like yooo- she could technically go shirtless and get away with it like omg that must feel amazing to be that flat and NO HIPS OR ASS you can live your life not worrying about getting catcalled whilst i get catcalled sometimes or creppy guys touch me like omg i never knew this was a thing in the uk 😭

also thank youuuuuuu i’m gonna shut up now but i love speaking in case you didn’t know hahahahah

mwah byeeeeeeee 😭😭😭

No, no it's fine. I like to talk too. I swear I send my friends like 25 voice memos cause I go on tangents. Then like 5 paragraphs right after the voice messages. Talk as much as you want. Yeahhhh feet fetishes do not make any real sense to me either. Also the fact it's so so so common. Like is this a dormant Victorian era sensibility that gets triggered in some people who see feet and ankles as scandalous and arousing. Also maybe you can find a Calvin Klein sports bra, it's what the supreme one is copying anyway. I got a Calvin Klein sports bra from TJ Maxx\TK Maxx a while ago for like 12 dollars. But new it's like 29 dollars. Aww, I understand, puberty can really suck and being in a body you feel disconnected from while being harassed by creepy guys just makes it harder. I really hope that you'd be able to get where you want to be in your body and you feel like you're suppose to. I'm sure you're still really young and there's so many options. And ugh those creepy guys are literally the worst. Honestly should be locked away. They have no right to touch you. Even though I like my body having a hyper feminine body does make you want to just hideaway. Plus I dress hyper feminine cause it makes me happy, Also I only care about the random women who call me cute. But I once wore like this bodycon mini dress to Home Depot. I know I know but that's like my grocery store dress it's comfy even thought it's short and tight. And I was going to the grocery store after. And like there was an employee who was following me around. Kinda looked like the lead sing of A day to remember. He even followed me into the parking lot where he tried to ask me if I saw some lady in a hat or something like that. I said no and he stayed like right by me while I waited for my aunt to pick me up. Men are creeps. Like if you want to say something say it the first time you see me don't follow me around like weirdo.

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your-local-vamp · 3 years

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Ahhhhh!! It’s my very first story! I’m so excited and nervous at the same time lolol. I had a creepy stalker vamp idea the other day and here we are! I usually write stories with male vamps and female humans, but boi on boi action got the best of me this time. This is also (I think?) the first story that I don’t use actual names for the characters. I actually prefer it like this, it just adds more spookiness! Anyway, I rly hope that someone will read this and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! :3

Btw this story contains some explicit themes (knives, blood, stalking, etc) so make sure to check the tags before reading!

Aura

“Sup, bro!”

I can already see my two friends waving and yelling at me from a distance. I haven’t been out much lately, but they happen to be very persuasive. So here I am, running towards them, thinking I’d be late otherwise. I finally reach them, gasping for some needed fresh air. “Dude, why were you even running?” one of them decided to ask.

“I’m-Sorry-Missed-Bus-.“ I can barely breathe, but try to utter some words regardless. “Yeahhhh, whatever you say man. Anyway, you ready to take off?” Air has finally returned to my lungs and breathing seems to go smoother now. I smile at them. “Yes, let’s go.” We continue our way forward, but something makes me look back over my shoulder. Not this again… Nothing’s there, but I can’t help but look anyway. “Hey, are you okay?” My friends have walked back to see why I stopped.

“I-I’m fine. Let’s just go.” I won’t hesitate to walk away from this feeling. The same feeling I’ve been having for a month, if not more. I can’t really explain it. It’s just like some dark aura is around me all the time. But whenever I look back, it’s like it was never there in the first place. I don’t dare tell anyone about it, what if they think I’m insane or something? So, I just forget about it whenever it happens. I will have to do the same now.

*a few days later*

There’s nothing else on TV, so I decided to watch some stupid show. It’s at season 8 and I honestly have no idea what’s happening, but I’m on the verge of falling asleep anyway. My eyes get heavier by the second. I hear a loud sound coming from the kitchen. I instantly get up, any sign of sleepiness now long gone.

While my heart is rapidly beating in my chest, I quietly walk towards the kitchen and prepare for the worst. Ready to throw hands, I jump in the doorway. But there’s nothing there. I could’ve sworn that the sound was like someone was in here with me. I check every single room in the house, but to no avail. No-one seems to be here. I really need to chill down. First the weird feelings, now this. I sigh deeply. I should probably just go to sleep.

*several weeks pass by*

Heavy plastic bag full with groceries in hand, I walk back to my apartment. Grocery shopping is one of the many things I hate in life, but I need to get food one way or another. Thank god my house isn’t that far from the store. I tend to get very hesitant about going outside most of the time, but the aura hasn’t been around at all the past few days. I was a bit confused at first as to why it had stopped so sudden, but I decided to just take it by heart and go on with my life. I’m glad that I don’t have to worry anymore. Ah, I can see my apartment already. I walk a bit faster, being a little too excited about the microwavable instant meal I get to eat when I get there.

Now upstairs, I open the front door and close it behind me. I quickly walk to the kitchen and drop the heavy bag on the counter. Phew, I made it. I quickly put the meal in the microwave, being unable to wait any longer. “Guess I’ll wait for it in the living room.” I say to myself.

“What the fuck?!” Going to the living room was a terrible idea. I nearly got a heart attack, seeing that a complete stranger is sitting down on my couch. Any person in their right mind would probably get out and call for help right now. But I can’t for some reason. It’s like I’m frozen in place. “Quiet it down please, Darling. We don’t wish to alarm anyone, now do we?” the stranger calmly says.

The man still remains seated on my couch. An emotionless expression present on his face. He seems to be around mid twenties, about the same age as me. I can’t help but take an observing look at him. Pitch black hair, the brightest blue eyes, clothed in all-black. His charisma is piercing through the tense atmosphere. He seems to be totally unbothered about his presence here. I, on the other hand, am not so happy about this entire situation.

I’m not sure whether his intentions are good or bad, but I’ve got a funny feeling that he’s not here to drink a cup of coffee with me. I need some kind of protection just in case he decides to attack me. The knife! I remember having left a knife on the counter, after opening the packaging of my food. I’m thinking about what’s the best way to get to the kitchen, never losing eye contact with the stranger during the progress. Alright, just run there, grab it, and be ready to defend yourself.

I take a short sprint towards the kitchen, knife already being in my sight. I reach out to it, but something unexpected happens. The stranger, who was seated in the couch just a second ago, now stands in front of me, holding the only object I’ve got within my reach to protect myself with. “H-How…?” I look at him, being shocked out of my mind. How did he get here so fast? That’s impossible. “Oh, Darling. You disappoint me ever so much.” the stranger sighs. What could possibly disappoint him right now?

“Why are you here.” It’s more of a statement than it is a question. “I get to meet you at last, but you seem to be unhappy about that.” he responds. At last? The gears in my brain finally catch up. It was him. That feeling, the aura. It was him following me all this time. Confusion mixed with a lot of anger take over my body. “Ah, my Darling gets it now. What a beautiful sight this is.” He really needs to get rid of that stupid smile of his, or I’ll wipe it off for him. “Why? Why the fuck have you been stalking me?” I spit. A dangerous glint of anger appears in his eyes. However, I will not back up now. I want answers. “I thought that you were different.” he says, through gritted teeth. “From who?”

“The other humans.” He’s comparing me to other… ‘humans’? “You see, you wanted to grab this knife here. To ‘protect’ yourself, I presume.” He brings the object close to my throat, now obviously dominating me. I gasp when the sharp blade touches my skin ever so slightly. “But not once did you give me a sign that you wanted to grab it. The others always showed that they wanted to make a run for it. How very foolish of them.” he says with a smile. “And you’re disappointed, because…?” My comment carries a lot of sass with it, but at this point I don’t care about the consequences. The stranger didn’t seem to mind, on the contrary, it made him burst out into laughter. “You have asked the two most infamous questions. ‘Why?’ and ‘how?’. It pisses me off.” he says, while still smiling. I seriously can’t read him. He’s exceptionally happy, even though I know that he’s very angry at me.

“You never answered.” I say. The stranger finally drops the knife on the counter, but doesn’t hesitate to take a step closer to me. “This is why I like you. You’re afraid, but trying so hard not to show me.” he says. “Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?” He grabs my chin in between his thumb and index finger and lifts it up, forcing me to look at him. His eyes, which once were a beautiful blue hue, have now turned into the most spine-chilling dark red. Not to mention, he has now bared his teeth as well, showing me 2 pointy fangs. I’d be lying if I said that he doesn’t look extremely intimidating. “You know, the movies are all wrong. We don’t coexist with you humans. We kill you without mercy.”

“Y-You’re a v-vampire…?” I can’t help but stutter, fear is taking over me at last. “Obviously.” The stranger is glowing with pride. He probably loves scaring his prey like this. “Vampires aren’t real.” The air grows even more tense than it was before, if that’s even possible. “Trust me, Darling. I am very real. I can hurt you in more ways than you can imagine.”

“Then answer me this. Why me?” I really don’t want to piss him off even more now that I know what he’s capable of, but I have to know why. “I wonder why you’re so desperate to have an answer to that question.” I gather up all my courage to respond to him. “Like you said, you can hurt me in many ways. And that’s ultimately what you’re here for, isn’t it? You’re going to kill me. So my last wish is for you to answer me.” It’s quiet for a while. He just looks at me. After what seems like an eternity, he smiles. “I see.” Is all he decides to say. The smile never disappears. I feel like what I said provoked him even more.

“You know, now that I think about it, I have a much more fun idea in mind.” My unpleasant gut feeling seems to have been proven right. “Sorry, Darling. This is going to hurt.” I can’t say or do anything, or he has already taken yet another step towards me. He leans my head back and buries his fangs deep inside my neck. His actions are quick and eager.

I try to get him off me, but his grasp on me is too strong. These powers are definitely something inhuman. “Ngh!” Sounds of pure agony escape my mouth. A huge amount of blood is getting sucked out of my body. I can feel that I’m staring to lose consciousness. I reach for the knife on the counter, but it again fails to protect me. The man violently grabs my wrist to prevent me from harming him, and applies a good amount of pressure to it. I can’t help but drop the knife. It falls on the floor with a loud metal clink. He raises his head and looks at me. His red eyes are clearly visible.

“Tsk. Did you really think that you could do that?” He smirks at me. “You’re not going to get away with this.” He nonchalantly continues sucking my blood. “S-Stop it. P-Please…” I use every last bit of strength I have left to resist him, but soon after, my body gives up. My eyes shut themselves, but I can still feel the stranger lifting me up and exiting my apartment. It doesn’t take long for everything to go dark.

*???*

“…has been missing for 5 months now. He was last seen walking towards his apartment after being at the grocery store. The police has released pictures of blood drops and a knife on the floor in the victim’s apartment. ‘There is an obvious sign of struggle.’ one of the policemen states. They are currently investigating the crime scene and the blood samples are being researched at the laboratory. A highly praised detective is on this case as well. ‘To the people who did this: turn yourselves in, before we have to come find you.’ the detective said during an interview. If you have seen the victim or know someone who has, please call your local police station. Any information about the victim or the culprit is much needed. That was it for today’s news. We’ll be back tomorrow at 8 PM. For now, good evening everyone!”

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takingcourage · 5 years

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Second Thoughts

Pairing: Jaime x MC

Word Count: 3,500

Summary: Days after their “first date,” Arden is still trying to figure out what kissing Jaime means for their relationship.

Note: I love Jaime Lewis more with every passing moment. Don’t tell my husband.

Anyway, this is my paltry attempt to follow up on that scene with Jaime in Chapter 9. I’m sure it will become AU fairly quickly, but c’est la vie. I just can’t get enough of these two.

Switching tabs for the umpteenth time, Arden double checked that the details in her email matched the news release she was typing. If she had a dollar for every tab she’d opened in that afternoon alone, it would be the equivalent of her new weekly salary, if not more.

Is mother-in-law always hyphenated? Let me check Google, came a voice from her left.

Even with June’s light staccato punctuating her thoughts, Arden managed to maintain a steady pace as she typed. When she came to the end of her sentence, one hand flew to the phone beside the keyboard, adjusting the volume to help cover any future errant musings from her coworkers. Music didn’t solve everything, but it certainly helped.

This was the week that was never going to end. Taking on Ellen’s responsibilities may have been a dream come true, but that dream was turning out to be exhausting. Arden had spent the past several days living for those few moments on the couch with Jinx and Opie before the need for sleep forced her to bed.

With everything that had gone on, she’d hardly had time to think about the other development that was weighing on her mind: her time in the mountains with Jaime. She’d found her mind wandering back to relive his words over and again, but aside from a few texts, she hadn’t spoken to him since. A chaotic news cycle meant that she hadn’t even started to process what implications that night might hold as they moved forward.

But you’ll see him tonight.

Arden inhaled sharply at the minor shift in Beethoven’s 7th, forcing herself to actually read the words on her screen. His symphonies had always been her go-to music for editing and revising, and over time, she’d developed a system that was almost scientific. The 7th, her favorite, was reserved for local stories that needed a bit of sparkle in order to be truly newsworthy. She could never make it through the symphony’s second movement without starting to see some magic in the mundane. Today of all days, she needed the extra oomph.

“And I’ve used hometown four times already,” she muttered under her breath as she opened yet another tab to search for synonyms. Country, household, land, family…

“Arden?”

June’s spoken words cut through the scherzo and Arden extended a finger to tap the music paused. “What’s up?”

“Did you hear my question?”

Her lips bent in apology. “Sorry, I had my volume up pretty loud. What’d you ask?”

June swung toward her with gusto, nearly upsetting the pile of papers at the edge of her desk. “Do you have any big plans for tonight?”

“I’m having dinner with my dad. And Jaime,” she added against her better judgment. Arden tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, eyes flitting to the corner of her computer screen. They’d reached the point of the afternoon where June started searching for any bit of conversation that might make those final hours of her work week pass more manageably. Nevermind that the sooner their work was finished, the sooner they could go home.

“Yeahhhh?”

“It’s not like that,” Arden contradicted, grateful not to hear June’s thoughts at that particular moment.

“Of course it’s not.” The patronizing tone grated her skin. “Come on, Arden. Are you sure he’s not the reason you’ve been ignoring you-know-who?” June cast a furtive glance across the room, but Aubrey was nowhere to be found.

“You know Jaime’s my friend.” Even as they came out, the words tasted bitter on her tongue. “And I don’t ignore Aubrey. I’m just not interested in him in that way.”

June gave her a shushing, followed by an exaggerated eye roll as she launched into a description of her evening’s itinerary. Arden nodded along politely, but her mind was miles away.

She’d called Jaime her friend for over a decade. Why was the descriptor so distasteful today? I’ll make sure to get “best” in there next time, she promised. That’s probably why it seems so weird.

Stomach jolting in reprimand, she lifted a thumb to her teeth and bit down with gentle force. You know it’s more than that, Arden. Best friends don’t make out with each other under the stars.

But she certainly wasn’t telling June all of that.

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“Do you want regular or wavy potato chips?” Arden called over her shoulder, tapping an impatient thumb against the edge of the cabinet door. Tradition compelled her to ask the question although the answer had remained unchanged for nearly fifteen years.

“Always regular.” Jaime answered, stepping into the kitchen. Even from several feet away, her blood still ran hot at his presence. This definitely doesn’t feel like a friendship anymore, Arden contemplated idly before answering.

“You and your weird obsession with chips that are folded in on themselves…” She turned toward him, immediately distracted by a sliver of bare skin as he leaned into the fridge to find their drinks. Just a few nights ago, she’d held onto that same exposed skin, eager to gain purchase as they explored one another under the starlight.

She gripped the bags tightly, aware of how poor a substitute the plastic packaging was for the feeling of him under her touch. Now that she knew what she’d been missing, was there any hope of ever turning back?

Arden pretended to look out the window, appalled by the possibility that he might catch her ogling him. He’d probably like it, she considered with a blush. But we still haven’t talked about where we’re going with this. I don’t want him to think that I’m just into his body... though it is a definite perk.

Even though she knew her thoughts were private, she couldn’t help sensing a distinct skip in her pulse as he stood and met her gaze. Darker than usual, his warm brown eyes were almost suffocating this evening.

I’ve missed you this week. A lot.

Between his thoughts and his eyes, Arden thought she would be lucky if she ever breathed normally again. Remembering both her task and her father’s presence a room away, she took a tentative step toward the doorway. “I missed you too,” she answered, trying to keep her voice even as she passed within mere inches of him.

Seemingly unaware of her turmoil, Jaime leaned against the doorjamb and surveyed her thoughtfully. “I’m super proud of you for making it through your first week of your dream job with a smile on your face. Has it started feeling real yet?”

“It feels pretty real to my back. I’ve worn heels way too many days this week. And I think I’m going to strain my eyes into needing glasses if I keep staring at screens so long.”

“What?” she asked at his hint of a smile. His eyes, fond and fixed on her, glued her feet to the spot.

"I’m just remembering that time you stole your dad’s reading glasses so you could go undercover for the story you were writing about chess club.”

Arden groaned, hanging her head at the memory. “Don’t remind me. For some reason, I thought the upperclassmen would respect me if I went full investigative journalist for my first article. It wasn’t my finest moment.”

“You really gave it your all though -- checking out those library books on chess strategies, reading up on body language analyses -- the glasses were just the final touch.”

“There’s a reason I’ve never played chess again.”

After a pause, he mused, “But I do wonder what you’d look like with glasses now.” With bent knuckle, he lifted her chin and gently turned her face to the side. There was nothing romantic in the gesture, but her flesh had turned to fire under his touch even before his thoughts entered her mind.

Damn, you’re beautiful.

It wasn’t just his eyes and words that were threatening to steal her breath away, she realized as her own thoughts found a similar vein to his own. Perhaps it was that one tendril of hair that always seemed to fall to his forehead, or the electricity in the growing distance between her face and his fingers. Or maybe it was the way his lips had curved into a knowing smile. His lips.

Once she started, she couldn’t look away from them. Her tongue darted across the seam of her mouth, muscle memory reliving the same moments as her consciousness. But that one evening of kissing under the stars wasn’t enough. She wanted more. With her eyes firmly locked on his full, pink mouth, she needed more. Later, she encouraged herself with a sigh.

Trying to force her thoughts clear, Arden offered weakly, “We should go eat before dad comes looking for us.”

“You’re probably right. But are you up for spending some time together after that? I mean, I totally understand if you just want to go home and sleep, but I was kind of hoping...”

"Me too,” she was close enough that her forearm brushed against the crook of his elbow as she leaned into the words. Her skin prickled at the contact. “That sounds like exactly what I need.”

Is it wrong of me to hope that your dad turns in early tonight?

Arden’s lips pulled into a conciliatory smirk as she followed him into the living room. Placing both bags of chips on the coffee table, she glanced over to the plated sub sandwiches her father had bought. “Are we missing anything?”

“Just you.” Jaime swept a hand toward the empty the couch before taking a side for himself. “We’re here to celebrate your promotion, remember? You kinda have to be there for it.”

She sank onto the cushion, careful to leave several inches between their knees as she reminded herself to play it cool. Sneaking a glance at her father, she took great comfort in remembering that the man’s powers of observation were fairly limited.

That wasn't to say that he wouldn't support their relationship or be happy to hear the news if and when it came. But Arden wasn't going to begin making announcements until she knew what it was they were announcing. She certainly didn’t want him finding out anything before she’d had a chance to work things out with Jaime.

Arden popped the lid on her drink, hoping that the initial burn of carbonation would help to center her anxious mind.

From his place in the chair, her father picked up the remote to find the Northbridge News broadcast he’d recorded earlier in the day. He punched a series of buttons, but the screen remained blank.

“Must be the batteries.” He rose and made his way upstairs, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll just be a second.”

By instinct, her eyes gravitated toward Jaime. His hand fell to her knee, rising up her leg fractionally as she pushed herself closer to him.

“I...” she started, meeting his gaze before her eyes shot to his mouth. If possible, he looked even more desirable now than he had in the kitchen. His lips were parted, almost daring her to take advantage of the solitude...

Arden, you’ve got to stop looking at my mouth like that.

But she really couldn’t resist. Within seconds, she was doing a lot more than just looking. Compelled by an urgency she could hardly explain, Arden’s mouth sought contact with his.

Jaime returned the kiss with purpose, fingers spreading across her cheeks to draw her closer. She moved with him, eyelids fluttering closed as she allowed the heady sensation of touch to drive her. One of her hands raked through his hair while the other slipped to his side, desperate for the heat of his skin.

It was the creak of an upstairs floorboard which finally separated them, though Arden's hand still clutched tightly to the thin layer of shirt that separated her fingers from his skin.

Can we pick this up again later? I’ve been waiting to kiss you all week.

“Absolutely,” she whispered, breathless.

If we go to the docks, we can have some privacy...and I wouldn’t say no to more starlit kisses with you.

"My thoughts exactly," Arden agreed, releasing her grip so that he could straighten his clothes. Taking in his disheveled appearance, she giggled and stretched out a hand to comb his hair back into place.

Footsteps above signaled her father’s impending return.

“For what it’s worth, I’ve told him to stop buying batteries from the dollar store.”

“He never listens,” Arden confirmed. “And he wonders where I got my stubborn streak...”

“Found them!” her father announced, descending the stairs.

Arden wasn't sure which experience was more surreal: watching herself on television in the role she'd coveted since grade school or sitting next to her best friend with the imprint of his kisses still on her lips. Both contributed to the sense of unreality that had been building within her for the entire week. It still felt like she was floating through another person's life.

She’d kissed and been kissed plenty of times before, especially during the first year she’d spent at college. More often than not, she’d been relieved to know that the kisses didn’t really mean anything. They’d been about enjoying the moment, not establishing an actual relationship.

But with Jaime, her feelings were completely different. She wasn't willing for whatever this was to be a one-time thing. A two-time thing, she corrected herself, feeling the impulse to smile as she remembered how desperate they'd been to touch each other again.

As her eyes glazed and the television blared before her, Arden came to terms with the inevitable: there was more to this than just friendship.

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At her father’s first mention of turning in for the night, they made their goodbyes and meandered out to the quiet street. The evening smelled strongly of cut grass, but Arden could detect faint traces of lake water as the breeze tickled through the hairs at her neck.

"The docks?" Arden allowed her hand to swing against his thigh, joy swelling in her chest when he caught the fingers against his palm.

"You already know the answer to that,” he teased mildly.

"Just thought I'd check. You are entitled to change your mind." His thumb rubbed circles over her knuckles and she tightened her grip as they stepped from the pavement to the uneven path leading to he woods.

"You'd still know before I told you."

"Probably.”

“I don’t mind, you know.”

“Even though this means you’ll never be able to surprise me again?”

“Don’t be so sure. I may find a workaround someday.”

“I’ll bet you do,” she smiled, brushing up against his side. He took the opportunity to adjust his grip, sliding his fingers between her own.

I’ve been dreaming of nights like this for forever, he marveled as they reached the edge of the lake.

He led her to the end of the platform, letting go of her hand so that they could sit. Dropping to the wooden slats beside him, she sat cross-legged, body subconsciously bracing for the conversation to come.

What if he’s changed his mind? she worried in a panic. Don’t be ridiculous, her rational mind countered, what did he just say? Remembering his words helped to spur her forward.

“So you said something the other night about us working on forever?” She asked, hoping to build off his previous thought.

“Yeah, that was probably presumptuous of me,” he countered, running a hand through his hair as he looked out over the water. She didn’t need to hear his thoughts to read the nervousness in his stilted movement. It occurred to her that it might take more than just her words to convince him.

Arden scooted closer to him, allowing her knee to brush against the leg of his jeans. “It wasn’t presumptuous at all. Especially not after we kissed like that.”

Jaime’s lips quirked up at her reminder, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “All the same, I know there's a lot happening all at once, Arden. This is one of a lot of changes to happen to you lately, and I'm not going to push you into anything you're not ready for.” He grew quiet for a moment, weighing his words. "But you already know how I feel. If you think you might feel the same way, then I’d like to start planning a second date."

She remained silent for several moments, not wanting to say anything that she might later regret. More than that, she wanted Jaime to know that she’d fully considered her response before it was given. "You know what's funny? Looking forward to seeing you tonight has been the highlight of my whole week. Every day, I kept wishing that I was getting off early so that we could have dinner or go and do something together. And... I kind of think that I might want those things forever. Or at least as far into the future as I can see. And I think that’s a pretty far way..." she whispered finally, angling so she could look him full in the face.

Are you saying what I think you’re saying?

She leaned over and kissed him soundly on the mouth, grinning against his lips as what she’d intended to be a single kiss turned into many more.

“I’m saying,” she said when they parted for air, “that I’d like to go on as many dates with you as you want to take me on.”

His eyes glittered under the starlight as he gazed on her. “Fair warning -- that’s going to be a lot of dates.”

“I’m fine with that,” she assured with a radiant smile.

“I think it might take the rest of our lives.”

Her stomach jolted at the insinuation, but for once, the thought of a permanent relationship didn’t dissuade her. As long as she was here with him, she couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere else.

“I think I might like that,” she told him finally.

"And you’re sure I didn't scare you into this by telling you I loved you?"

"Of all the things I feel right now, scared isn't even on the radar."

“What is on the radar?”

“A lot more than I could ever process tonight. But,” she added, noting the hint of concern in his face, “thanks to you, I’m feeling a lot better about it all. As rough as this week has been, knowing that you believed in me really helped. And the kissing sure didn’t hurt anything..."

"Good,” he assured with a cheeky smile. "And Arden? You’ve been doing an amazing job. I’ve been watching your broadcasts every night and I can hardly look away from the screen."

She bumped his side playfully with her elbow. “That might just be because you’re in love with me.” It was startling how easily the words rolled off her tongue.

“Or it might be because it’s obvious that you’re doing a job you love.”

"I hope dad comes around to seeing it that way. Even though he’s proud about my promotion, I still don't think he's sold on me doing this as a career."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now.”

His brows rose skeptically.

“I know you'll think I'm bottling things up, but honestly, I'm so sick of thinking and talking that I just need to do something else for a while. It’s been days since we’ve seen each other and I think I’d rather just enjoy your company." She trailed off expectantly, hoping that he would take the unspoken invitation.

"Kinda wish I had those powers of yours right now. Is this your way of telling me you want to get back to kissing?"

She rolled over to her stomach, propping herself on an elbow to look up at the gleam of moonlight over his features. "I know we're new at this, but I may as well just tell you that I almost always want to get back to kissing."

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“You know,” she told him later, head at rest on his very comfortable shoulder. “I’ve been wanting to do that out here since you took me for a ride on the yacht.”

“Really?”

“What was I supposed to do with you getting all shirtless and distracting?” she teased, hand skimming mindless patterns along the toned muscles beneath his shirt.

Jaime’s mouth fell open wide. “If I remember correctly, I wasn’t the only one who stripped down that night.”

“Of course not. I couldn’t let you have all the fun. But don’t worry. You’ll learn to recognize my flirting eventually. We can start practicing on that second date you’re going to take me on.”

“About that...” he ventured, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “Do you have any plans for tomorrow?”

#playchoices #playchoices fanfiction #wishful thinking #jaime lewis #jaime x mc

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caroline18mars · 6 years

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 37

Where was she? Jared’s eyes scanned the room, storming inside there had been no more answer after his last e-mail, and he was starting to worry that she’d been too upset to send a coherent answer after everything she read online about him. Following the murmur of a TV coming from the bedroom, he opened the door, there she was looking at the ceiling, the phone balancing on her forehead made him snigger, she was so deliciously awkward and her behavior was so quirky it often made him giggle, that was what most women these days lacked, a sense of humour. “Hey” he softly said as he threw his phone and wallet on the floor and crawled on the bed over to her, kissing those luscious lips so hard it made the phone slide off her forehead, her sad eyes took his breath away, “oh hey, I didn’t hear you come in” she sighed, twirling a strand of his long hair around her finger. “You ok?” he whispered unable to stop kissing her lips, he’d hungered for her kisses all afternoon, “yeah, how was your afternoon?” she kissed the tip of his nose, “fine, but I missed you” his hands caressed her stomach “are you sure you’re ok, you look a little sad”. Her dark brown eyes locked with his, yep definitely sad “I'm alright, I missed you too” she breathed, to his surprise she started unbuttoning his pants, slowly sliding down the zipper, “Harper..babe” he whispered, she'd never went down on him before, not that he was complaining, oh no, was this about..?. “Shut up, Jay..I'm not just doing this for you, I just happen to love giving head” she freed his lightly aroused dick and licked her lips looking up at him “let's see just how 'Jaylicious' you really are” her hand found an ever so slow rhythm for a few seconds until her tongue started joining in, licking his growing length until it was fully erect in all its' massive glory. “Yum” her eyes glazed over as he saw the tip of his dick dissappear between her lips, rolling her tongue over it before she hungrily started sucking, inch for inch he dissapeared in her mouth, “oooowww” he growled in pleasure when he felt her push down until it hit the back of her throat. She looked an absolute picture, taking her time to give him the best head he had gotten in years, closing her eyes in bliss, this was definitely a keeper, ohhh, “yeahhhh” he groaned as she forced herself deeper down over him. Even her gagging was deliciously sexy when he helped her a little pushing deeper inside so his dick could slip past that final frontier, “relax..that's it..good girl” he heard himself say when she relaxed her throat but his mind was a boiling mess. She felt like in a trance, it was painful and wonderful at the same time, this was what she needed after this horrible afternoon, it actually relaxed her and brought her in a different headspace, when her mind couldn't take it anymore, she just went into submission and gave him control over her body and mind. It felt like she was trying to suck him dry, that's how ferocious her attack was on him, he grabbed her hair roughly and pushed her down one last time, he didn't care if she was about to choke “fuuuckkk, yeahhhh” he barked and shot his load deep inside her mouth.

Harper gasped for air as she let her back connect with the mattress while he zipped up again before he slid down next to her and kissed the bare spot of skin on her stomach where her T-shirt had crept up. “Is that what reading fanfics and some nasty gossip site does to you? If so then I'm totally down with it” his hot breath tickled on her skin, “so not funny, Leto, reading about your random girls having imaginary and real bdsm sessions with you is not exactly eroticizing, trust me”. Don't grump, Coco, come on, no can't help it, gone was the mindnumbing bubble of submission, hello again to your reality and the worries that came with it, “whoa, don't call them my girls, because they're not, I told you, they're just a whole lot of overactive imaginations and gossip site trash” he lifted his head with a frown that matched the scribble of worry on hers, she didn't believe him. He stretched so he was next to her “look at me”, he had to repeat his question because she was so lost in her thoughts again “Harper Coco, will you look at me?” he said a little sterner, mentioning her full first name did the trick. “It's just gossip, those things that are being said about me..it all happened a looong time ago, I was different, things were different, I was a lot more promiscuous back then, there was the first success, booze, dope, and a whole lot of groupies, I'll admit that much and I guess you could say that Shannon still hasn't escaped that era but I have”. Jared pushed himself up on one elbow “I'm not the same Jared anymore, they're not my girls, they never were..but YOU..you are, you're definitely my girl and I wouldn't want it any other way..I love you, I love only you”. She let her indexfinger trace down his nose “how do I know that? I mean, we've only been together for a few weeks and..this tour is littered with beautiful girls in the frontstage every night, I've seen how far they're willing to go..”. He couldn't stand to hear any more “stop it, Harper! Just stop right there! So basically what you're trying to say is that you're insecure about me and the fans? Ok, well, what about me? Because I'm just as insecure as you are, I see all the men on this tour, on the street, in coffeeshops, museums and they're all staring at you, drooling over you, like they want to have their wicked way with you right there on the spot, how do you think I feel? I'm just as insecure as you are” he breathed. “You? Insecure? Mr. Rockstar? I find that very hard to believe” she plucked a little kiss from his lips “I don't know what gave you that idea though, it's not like I've done anything with all that admiration as you call it, unlike you”. It was said with a smile but he felt the little sting behind it, he just didn't get the time to react properly because there was a knock on the door and she got up, “Hey Harper, is my brother..? oh there he is!” Shannon just came walking in “we're about to leave for the venue, you coming?”. Jared looked at Harper who was already grabbing her things, “I am, but you..you're staying here” he locked eyes with her, “what? But I need to..the lights..” she frowned, “you've nearly crashed, you're hurting so I'm listening to what the doctor said..you are going to rest”. Don't leave me here, come on, I don't want to be alone with my thoughts right now “no, let me come with you at least..” she started protesting. “Sorry babe, but I know you, the minute you'll arrive at the venue, you'll start working, and that's the last thing I want, no, you're staying right here and you're gonna rest up, early tomorrow morning we'll be leaving for Italy and I know you want to be fit and have a clear head about that” he kissed the top of her head and let his hand caress her hair, case closed, fuck this “I'll try and keep the meet and greet short, ok? I'll be back before you know it, can't wait”.

It was the early hours of morning when she felt the mattress dip and her eyes fluttered open, “hey babe..you awake?” the smell of alcohol in his kiss that landed on her cheek was nearly sickening “I am now” she grumbled as she pulled the cover over her a little higher, she so wasn't in the mood for this. “You mad?” he giggled as he seductively tried to bite her earlobe, “no, I'm not angry, I'm extatic to be woken up in the middle of the night by my drunk lover, definitely extatic yeah” she hissed venomously. “Oh, I like it when you're being feisty” he giggled and let his hand venture down to her butt, “you touch that butt, you lose that hand” she warned him “I'm not kidding, Jared, go to sleep”. Uh-oh she wasn't kidding..damn! 'slap' his hand still landed on her butt, she hissed in shock while he giggled and playfully rolled away from her waiting for her to turn around and scold him or laugh, didn't matter, but what he was expecting didn't come, she just huffed, buried herself in the duvet and ignored him. “Harper? Babe?” he ticked the duvet, no reaction anymore, he ticked again like a puppy that wanted to play, he was definitely in trouble..”I'll go to sleep then!..” again no reaction, oh god the room was spinning “you sure you don't want some good loving?” he yawned, I'm just gonna close my eyes for a second, maybe then the room will stand still again “you absolutely sure?” oooohhhh yes definitely better, ooohhh his arms were so heavy “ok then..talk..to you..in..morning..wuvv ya” and with that darkness surrounded him. She rolled her eyes when she heard his heavy breathing turn into loud snoring, dumbass, bleggghhh, so not in the mood for this..ok this snoring was getting out of control by the second, grumbling she got up, dragging the entire duvet with her, don't give a fuck, the alcohol will keep him warm and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

His phone bleeping pulled him out of his alcohol induced coma, as far as he was able to see nothing important, he put the phone back down and looked at the empty spot next to him in bed, huh? Where was she? He pushed the covers away and took a few seconds to get back to his senses sitting on the edge of the bed, it was the loud bang followed by a heartfelt curse that had him venture out the bedroom and into the opulent living room. “What are you doing?” he walked up to his lover jumping from one foot to the other, “what does it look like I'm doing?” she growled as she pointed at the culprit that was her suitcase that had decided to tumble off the chaise longue and which was now turning her little toe black and blue. Instead of reacting verbally he just crouched down, took her foot and kissed her toes “there, better?” his beautiful baby blues looked up at her, Harper nodded, her cheeks flushed she looked so nervous. “Come here” he whispered as he got up and put his arms around her “what's wrong?” he whispered as he nuzzled her hair, her body felt tense and was trembling at the same time, “nothing..I just need to pack my bags, we're leaving in an hour” she lied as she let go of him trying to step out of his embrace. “I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's troubling you, did I misbehave? I really didn't plan on coming back a drunk mess” he folded his arms around her waist and let them rest on the curve of her butt. Harper shook a firm 'no' and then hung her head “I'm nervous because we're travelling today and that stupid suitcase fell on my toe and just look at that mess” she broke away from him and kneeled down again to throw all of her stuff back into the suitcase. He kneeled down next to her and stilled her trembling hands “are you sure it's just the travelling? Because I think it's the destination, it's going back to Italy that's freaking you out, isn't it?”. How could she possibly think she could hide this from him? “yeah” she whispered all hoarse refusing to look at him, “you're going home, babe..you've got a chance to make things right with your family”. His words made her shudder “I know, but what if..”, he put his thumb against her plump lips to silence her “no, Harper, no 'what if's', you're gonna go there with an open mind, you'll talk things through..” his hand drifted over to her long hair, caressing it ever so gently. “Excuse me” she suddenly jumped up and ran off to the bathroom, all colour drained from her face, “babe..you ok?” he slowly knocked on the bathroomdoor but nothing except from a gagging noise followed by flushing water. She walked back out with her hand over her mouth and gazing at her feet, it simply broke his heart to see her this upset, this nervous, “I'll be right there with you, we'll do this together” once again he put his arms around her and she clung to him this time. I want to believe it, I need to believe it..her cheek rested against his chest and listening to the soft thumping of his wonderful, warm heart she closed her eyes, it was gonna be ok as long as she had this beautiful, strong, wonderful man by her side, of course it would be ok, believe it..

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