𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || Janson x Reader

𝐓𝐰𝐨

When Y/n's eyes fluttered open to see an arm draped over her, at first she was fully unsure of how to react. The back of her head throbbed painfully, as if someone were trying to break Y/n's skull. She blinked a couple of times in the utmost confusion, but things started to make more sense to her when she glanced down at her body. Y/n was fully naked. Her back's also pressed up against a broader chest, and somehow that made the woman feel comfortable and safe.

However, when Y/n pivoted her body to the left side slowly, her y/e/c eye's widened unaccountably at the sight. It was fucking Janson. A sense of retaliation hit her harder than she predicted. Did they seriously get drunk and hooked up? Being careful not to awake Janson, knowing there's a chance he already was because literally everyone knew how light of a sleeper he was, she lifted the comforter up to see that he too was clothless. All of the evidence Y/n needed was truly right there.

They'd had sex but while Y/n couldn't personally remember it, the numbness in between her legs did. Holy shit. She sat up quickly, Janson's arm falling loosely off of her onto the soft bed. Should I just leave before he wakes up and act like this never happened or? Y/n began to run her fingers through her y/h/c hair, seriously rethinking all of her life decisions. It was not that she regretted having sex with Janson, Y/n just wanted to be able to reflect on it.

And while the younger woman sat there with a worried facial expression, Janson's long eyelashes fluttered as his sapphire eyes gleamed up at her figure. It took the man a couple of seconds to figure out how they ended up in this position, and he raised his hand up to rub his throbbing temples. Janson was definitely going to be hungover today, clearly Y/n is too, based on how she was acting.

When Janson made the move to sit up next to her, Y/n jumped, her eyes widening at him. She froze in place, not having a clue of what to say to the man. I mean how are you supposed to react when you wake up in your bosses bed after having a night you can't remember? Damn fucking alcohol. Janson blinked at Y/n a couple of times, his sapphire gaze glassy as he too rang his fingers through his messy hair.

"Well, this is quite a predicament."

Janson was the first one to break the silence. It wasn't like he ever hadn't awoken to having a strange woman lying in his bed, but Y/n wasn't just a random person Janson met at a bar. She was so much more than that, and she always would be. He'd told Y/n things that he'd never dream of telling other people. It was strange for Janson in a way.. to admit he actually cared about Y/n's well-being over his own. Which is why he needed to do anything in his power to protect her, even if it meant making the woman despise him for everything he is.

"Clearly," Y/n murmured quietly.

Janson seriously dictated just telling her to leave, but he couldn't find it in his cold, twisted heart to. He really did not like these strange feelings he found himself feeling towards Y/n. Janson being Janson however, he simply chose to ignore it; like all of the other problems in his life. He reached out slowly to drag his pointer finger up and down her spine whilst Y/n released a breathtaking sigh. Maybe, just maybe Janson could worship a few more moments with her before he let her go.

"I'm going to take a shower, but you're invited to join me," Janson spoke, raising his eyebrow at her. "If you'd like."

Y/n narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him. "So, we aren't going to talk about this?" She made a great deal of motioning around at the position they were both in right now. Their clothes were all over the floor, yet to be found by the perpetrator. Yet, Janson still had the audacity to shrug his shoulders.

"What's there to talk about, dearest Y/n? We got drunk and had sex," He pointed out carelessly, silently grinning momentarily at the tiny blush that magically formed on Y/n's cheeks. "Believe it or not, but it's completely normal."