hawthorne brothers imagines

jameson hawthorne

strip bowling

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pairing - jameson hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - y/n and jameson finally spend time together by playing one of jameson's favorite games.

warnings - maybe spoilers from the book "inheritance games" ??? making out + shirtless people.

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y/n sat on jameson's bed, leaning against the headboard, as she read a book.

since avery's arrival, she found herself more often spending time in different rooms, reading or writing, and she couldn't help but notice, that every time she was almost alone.

alone. a funny, but hurtful feeling.

the girl wasn't the jealous type, and she didn't have anything against the mystery girl. but she did feel a sharp pain in her heart, every time she saw jameson leaving. because she knew that he was going to her. to meet avery.

every.

single.

time.

her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened, and the brown-haired boy walked in. he immediately went to lay down beside the girl, and snuggled into her - his hand around her waist, pulling her closer, and his head in the crook of her neck.

"what's up?" y/n's hand found jameson's hair, and she started to run her fingers through it.

"alisa had other plans for heiress, so we had to cancel our plans, and so the investigation will continue tomorrow."

a small 'hmm" was the only thing that the girl could reply with.

jameson had nicknames for everyone. but still, the sinking feeling in her stomach from hearing about avery couldn't leave her. not to mention how stupid she started to feel, that now when he's bored, he will waste some time with her because heiress has other plans.

she felt a light kiss be placed on ber neck, "don't think that."

"what?"

y/n y/l/n hated the fact that jameson hawthorne could understand what she was thinking and feeling. he was a game player - puzzles and riddles, to solve, were easy for him. and like a game, the girl, was easy to read for him, too.

he trailed soft kisses up her neck, towards her jaw, "you know what," he pulled back, as he gazed into her eyes, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "you're my girl. my favorite girl. so, please, stop the thoughts infecting your gorgeous brain."

a small smile appeared on her face, as he leaned in and pressed a small kiss to her lips, "how about this," he got up and grabbed y/n's hands, as he pulled her up, "if you guess the number i'm thinking, we'll do whatever you want... if you don't," he smirked, "i'll choose."

"hey," y/n stated with a smile, as she saw jameson grab a marker and a piece of paper, "i'm not good at this, like, at all."

"well, good for me," he caught her still watching him, "hey, no, cheating," jameson put a hand over her eyes. the girl rolled her eyes and smacked his hand away.

when jameson was done writing the number down, he hid it behind him and looked at y/n with a big smile, "i'll make it easier for you, love. the number is between 1 and 10," he glanced at her lips and then back to her eyes, "now the only question is, what is the number?"'

y/n y/l/n already knew she would lose. she hadn't grown up as the hawthorne brothers had. her grandfather didn't make her do puzzles and riddles or solve mysteries. but she took the time to think. and it was indeed hard when beautiful green eyes were gazing at her.

"seven."

"sorry, to be the one to say this," and the girl already knew, "but you have lost," jameson showed her the paper, "the right answer was three," his pretty big smile was annoying, "i guess the winner, once again, is me."

"yeah, yeah... so riddle boy, what will we be doing?"

a wicked smirk replaced the victory smile on the boy's face, "strip bowling."

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"are you doing this on purpose!?" y/n frustratedly sighed as she saw the bowling ball once again land in the gutter.

since they had started playing, jameson has been poking her or pressing kisses on her neck and even whispering things in her ear, making her lose.

the boy smiled at the girl, who looked at him, "what me? and cheating? of course not, don't be funny, love," he walked towards her and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, "but you should take this off now."

"idiot," y/n murmured, as she took of her top that revealed her black bra.

the hawthorne boy pressed a kiss to her shoulder, "it's your turn," the girl said.

jameson just hummed as he continued to lay soft kisses on her skin, his hand pulling her closer by the waist, "later," he trailed his kisses towards her ear.

"but james-"

"god, woman," he sarcastically sighed, which made y/n let out a small giggle. he pulled back with a smile, looking in her eyes, "just let me love my girl."

"yeah, yeah," y/n stated and wrapped her arms around his neck, as she pulled him into a kiss.

and like that, the world disappeared. just them. no one else.

she sighed when she felt him pull her closer, her chest to his bare one. while her hand lightly tugged at his hair, his soft lips moved to her jaw, "i love you," he said in between the kisses, "never forget that."

missing his taste she turned her head and pulled him back into the kiss. his hands slowly started to go down from her waist to the back of her thighs, so he could lift her, but before he could do that, the door shot open.

"JAMESON DID YOU EAT THE LAST BLUEB- oh," xander stopped when he saw the scene in front of him.

y/n smiled, when she heard jameson groan, as he pulled back from the kiss, moving his hands away from her legs.

"you horny bastards should find a room... a private one."

"Alexander-"

"just saying," and with that the youngest hawthorne brother left the room, closing the room.

"so," the girl smiled, as she grabbed a bowling ball and handed it to her boyfriend, "it's your turn."

jameson groaned even louder, as he took the ball.

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a/n: i promise that a grayson hawthorne x reader fic will be coming after this. but enjoy this one for now ;)