Instigator

A Fresh Hell

Jake: Please tell me you're not going to show up late to the event today...

Y/n: How kind of you to assume that I care that little, yes I will be on time.

Jake: You have 2 hours... don't be late.

Y/n: I'm getting in the shower now, I'll be ready I promise

She placed her phone on the counter, hitting play on her favorite playlist before stepping beneath the steaming hot water.

She took her time, spending a considerable amount of minutes just shampooing her hair. She thought about who would show up to the radio show event while she was conditioning, and came up with new ways to avoid Josh while she washed her body.

The one situation that she did not prepare for, however, was if Josh was in her room after her shower.

Y/n opened the bathroom door to find a lone figure sitting against her headboard. It took her a minute to register

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"No, but I can just fuck you."

"Why are you in my apartment?"

"Because you manifested me. I heard your prayers and now I'm here."

"I'm fairly sure I was looking for ways to avoid you, not end up with you in my bed."

"And yet, here we are." He said, sitting up making his way to the edge of the bed.

"Get out, I have to get dressed." She said, gesturing to the towel she had wrapped around her.

"Nothing I haven't seen before, baby. I wouldn't mind seeing it again, though."

"Nice try Josh." She said, turning and pulling a clean pair of panties out of her drawer. She leaned down, carefully pulling them up her legs, keeping a tight grip on her towel.

She straightened herself out, shimmying her panties the rest of the way up before she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.

"What are you doing?" Y/n asked, caught off guard by his presence.

"I could ask you the same question." He said, reaching his hand around her waist to overlap the hand she had grasping the towel.

"I'm getting dressed. I told you this already. Now leave me alone please."

His lips brushed against her throat, and she couldn't stop the goosebumps that arose on her skin.

"It seems like you don't want me to do that."

She scoffed, grabbing her bra off of the dresser and pulling a strap over each arm and straightening it out before letting the towel drop.

"If you're not going to move, could you at least do up the clasp for me?" She asked,

"Can I have one of your extra ones as a keepsake then if I do?" He asked, leaning back just enough to grab ahold of her bra and do it up for her.

"You're a perv."

"But you keep coming back for more."

"Actually, I think it's you that keeps coming back for more."

"Can you blame me? Look at yourself. We can try that sometime if you want." He said, lifting her chin to look at the two of them in the mirror ahead of them.

"I think I'd rather try it with one of the frat boys."

"You know—" His lips dragged along her shoulder, all the way back up to the spot just below her ear.