Playing With Fire
Jacob Frye x Reader
Warnings: It’s a little nsfw but it’s honestly not that bad.
A/N: So remember how I said that I couldn’t decide which one-shot I’d finish? I had an urge to finish this one since it’s so short anyways. But I actually do care for this one because Jacob is just way too fun to tease. XD
You were going to slap him. It was as simple as that. You clenched your jaw, taking a hard step forward, your eyes screaming murder as your muscles tensed, just preparing to smack that stupid smirk off his stupid face. That was until a hand rested softly on your arm, your head whipping around to meet Evie’s rather amused expression. She just shook her head, looking to her brother fondly. Her eyes sparkled under the glow of the lights, her hand dropping gently from your sleeve.
“I’m going to murder him.” You growled, your deadly gaze back on Jacob as he smiled winningly, lifting a pint up to the whole of the pub. His hat and hood were off, dark hair glowing brilliantly from where he stood. His teeth shone brightly, his eyes alight with joy. He really was an attractive man.
“Let him have his fun first.” Evie laughed, settling herself back into her seat. You had no idea how she hadn’t left her brother in a ditch somewhere, the mere thought of him making your blood boil. To add to it, he had the audacity to wink in your direction, smirking into his drink. Oh, you were so going to kill him. Evie didn’t hold you back this time as you stalked forward, his gaze never leaving yours as he looked on as innocently as possible.
“We’re talking.” You hissed. “Now.” You didn’t wait for an answer, dragging him by his black, leather collar to a back room with heavy steps, slamming him rather forcefully against the wall. He only chuckled darkly, watching you with dark eyes.
“If you wanted me alone love, you could’ve just said so.” His eyes raked down your form slowly, the gesture causing you to dig your nails into your palm hard enough to draw blood.
“You arrogant, smug, asshole!” You yelled, poking a finger roughly into his chest. He caught it with ease, pulling your body flush against the length of his. Your resolve shook at the feel of his glorious body rubbing against yours, his muscles prominent even beneath his heavy clothing.
“I didn’t take you for the screaming type,” he whispered huskily, his breath heated with the smell of alcohol caressing your neck.
“Oh, no,” you groaned, attempting to wrestle out of his grasp. Unfortunately, his hold was too strong. “You are not getting out of this one.”
“Am I not?” He challenged, holding your entire body in place as he flipped positions, leaving your back pressed uncomfortably into the wall behind you.
“No, you’re not.” You ground out, jaw clenched.
“Oh, darling,” he breathed, “You don’t give me near enough credit.” Whatever retort was about to fly out of your mouth instantly melted into a moan, his lips doing absolutely miraculous things to your throat. You could feel his smirk as his teeth grazed your pulse point, your entire body alight with his searing touches. Anger, you reminded yourself.
You were angry, he didn’t listen to you. He ran off into the night and nearly got himself killed. That snapped you out of the lust filled daze, your hands shoving against his chest. He stumbled a couple steps back, his rather assured demeanor fading ever so slightly. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting that one.
“Jacob,” you growled. If he wanted to play it that way, you weren’t going to back down. Once again you grabbed a fistful of his jacket, slamming his back against the wood as your lips assaulted his neck, your hand moving down his chest at a tortuous pace. You could feel his heart hammering against his ribs, only speeding up as your fingers made their descent, your teeth lightly sliding across his Adam’s apple as his scruff tickled your cheek with the motion.
He really did make it too easy, his entire body keening into your touches. A guttural groan was torn from his throat as your hand cupped him through his trousers, his hips bucking into your hold. You ignored your own needs in favor of lightly stroking his length through the cloth, soft moans passing through his parted lips. With a final press of your lips to his neck, you pulled away entirely.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the slightest twinge of disappointment that you weren’t going to see this through, but the game was much too sweeter. And a game it was. He blinked, his chest bobbing up and down as he looked to your with half-lidded eyes.
“What,” he cleared his throat, hoping to make it return back to its normal pitch. “What the bloody hell was that?”
“That,” you smiled, “was payback. And I suggest, Mr. Frye,” you took a step closer, your eyes not unlike that of a lion moving in for the kill, “that next time you wish to show affection towards me, do so knowing that I will do more than just return it; I’ll make you beg for it.” He unconsciously licked his lips, his gaze going a shade darker at your words.
“Is that a promise?” He inquired, his voice sounding like sin, his body looking like heaven.
“Yes,” you stated simply, watching him for a moment. The two of you were like two wolves, fighting for leadership. Only one would win, and personally, you couldn’t wait to find out. The only thing at stake was your heart, but if you play this the right way, you might walk away with it intact. As for Jacob’s bed, you couldn’t make any promises.
His lips turned up in a feral grin, his eyes sparking beneath your gaze. You nodded once, considering the conversation over. Jacob, however, did not. He reached out for your hand, electricity sparking in the air at the barest of touches.
“I’m not letting you get away with that one, love.” Each syllable rolled off his tongue sweetly, your teeth automatically trapping your lip in between them to resist the urge of swirling your tongue around his. You needed control if this was to work; control and patience. One look at him, disheveled and downright edible proved that it would be a much more difficult task than one would think.
But the image of him beneath you, his head pulled back and his lips parted as nasty words left his mouth like a song, kept you from jumping him. Oh yes, you could hold back, if only to see him like that. You smirked, turning your back to him, each step made with purpose as your dark cloak billowed behind you.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You were playing with fire, teasing him like that, and for once in your life, you couldn’t wait to get burnt.