Jealousy - Jeff Atkins x Reader
Request - “Can you do a Jeff imagine where he gets jealous and then turns into a hot make out sesh?”
(This kinda has a bad-boy Jeff feel to it i guess)
It had been a week since you’d spoken to Jeff. A week since you’d had one of the worst arguments yet. A week since you’d felt good. Jeff was your everything, and being in a bad place with him made you feel bad to your very core.
But tonight, was your friend Jess’ party, and you had to go, for her. You would just have to avoid Jeff as much as possible.
You were here, but you were anxious to go in. So you stood behind a tree in the front yard until you’d downed the cider you’d brought with you for some liquid courage. You’d worn your lucky red lipstick.
“Right.” You muttered to yourself, before starting towards the door.
The party was as you expected it, you did enjoy a good party every now and again, but the worry tonight was seeing Jeff. You’d had a huge fight because Your close friend Zach had said something unclear, that gave Jeff the impression that you had been cheating on him with Zach. Of course, you hadn’t. Zach hadn’t meant any harm, but the way rumours spread was insane. Everyone left right and centre believed it was true, and were convincing Jeff off it, too.
You saw Hannah and Clay by the drinks and decided to go join them.
“Hey guys!” You grinned.
“Oh hey Y/N…” Clay stuttered, “Here have a drink.” He said, handing you a red cup. “H- Hannah why don’t you show Y/N the bathroom.” He was tripping over his words.
“Uh, Clay, I know where the bathroom is.” You laughed, a perplexed look on your face. Hannah laughed and started to move toward you.
Then, Jeff came out from behind the two with three drinks, and you realised what Clay had been trying to do.
“Right.” You nodded. “Imma go outside.” You awkwardly pointed toward the door and dashed outside. You knew Jeff had seen you, but you just weren’t prepared to face him yet. It hurt that he hadn’t believed you.
You sat down on a vacant chair in a relatively empty part of the garden with your drink, annoyed at yourself.
“Hey, Y/N. You all alone?” Montgomery De La Cruz appeared out of no where and sat in the seat next to you.
“Uh, I guess.” You shrugged.
“Nice. You having fun?” He asked.
He put his hand on your knee. “I’m really sorry to hear that, Y/N, maybe I can help make the night better for you.”
Before you could even muster up a response, a booming voice emerged from the shadows.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing man?” Jeff was not one who got angry often, but this was him at his angriest. He was probably a few drinks in, and had pent up anger from the previous week. “That’s my fucking girlfriend! Get your goddamn hands off her or I swear to god-” he was pulling Montgomery by his collar away from you and his jaw was clenched.
“Jeff stop! It’s fine.” You cut in, standing up so fast that your drink fell over.
“No it’s not fine! This pretentious douche bag thinks he can just hit on my girlfriend and I won’t notice?” He shoved him.
“Jeff!” You shouted again. “He meant no harm. It’s not exactly like you’ve been acting like my boyfriend for the past week, so I don’t know why you are now.” The salt in your voice stung. Jeff looked taken aback, but his fist remained clenched.
“Man I’m outta here, not worth it.” Monty’s voice cut through as neither of you had really been paying attention to him, and he slithered back into the house.
“You clearly don’t get it.” He snapped.
“I’m not having this fucking argument again.” You moved in toward him, throwing your hands above your head.
“Don’t bother then!” He scoffed, stepping inwards.
“I won’t!” You spat.
“Fucking fine.” He was so close now that you could feel his hot breath on your face.
He smiled menacingly and his jaw was tight. His eyes were boring into yours. Then in one swift movement he crashed his lips to yours and grabbed your waist roughly. You kissed him back fiercely and tugged at his hair. His tongue slipped into yours and you breathed heavily through your nose. His hands were hot on you and the kiss was deep and knee-buckling. He moved his mouth down to your neck, and pressed kisses all over, before coming back to your lips and increasing the hormone driven atmosphere that parties often had. You were shivering ever so slightly from the cold, which Jeff must have sensed.
“Bedroom. Now.” Jeff whispered roughly against you, pressing on your hips. You nodded and reluctantly broke away from him, to go back in the house and find somewhere unoccupied. You re entered the house and turned back to look at Jeff. He had your red lipstick smudged all around his mouth.
“Nice look, Atkins.” Clay Jensen remarked as he passed. Jeff shook his head, clearly uncaring, and followed you up the stairs.
Once you found an empty room you resumed eating each others faces. Jeff lifted you up under your butt and you wrapped your legs around him.
“I’m so sorry…” you breathed between kisses.
“Oh believe me, I’ve never been more sorry in my life…” Jeff chuckled against you. “I knew I should’ve believed you… but everyone was telling me not to… I’m sorry…”
“Shut… up…” you struggled. He brought you down onto the bed with him and lay you down, pulling a leg over him.
“Damn… didn’t… realise… week… long time…” he eventually managed to get out.
Idiot. You thought to yourself.