Seduce Me one shot book

💚It's my turn, asshole💚

Sam x Aron

Prompt came from a Tumblr request

Sam sat on the couch, controller in his hand as he played Call of Duty. His eyes were narrowed on the TV, trying to focus hard on the game rather than Aron, who was sitting beside him.

She was wearing large, light blue baggy jeans that were surely a size or two too big, with a dark blue baby tee. Her purple hair was in two Dutch braids with some hair hanging loosely in the front along with her bangs. Sam was all too aware of her closeness, their arms slightly brushing when he moved.

Sam was gritting his teeth as the round was about to end, not letting Aron distract him too much. Finally, the round ended, revealing Sam's team as the winner and him as MVP. He cheered in triumph, making Aron giggle softly and congratulate him. The laughter sent flutters to his heart, almost like a palpitation. Except, weren't palpitations supposed to hurt? This feeling was anything but painful. If anything, he craved it.

As Sam started to set up the next round, Aron spoke. "Hey, can I play?" she asked curiously.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure, the other controller should be by the console."

Aron stood up and walked over there as Sam started to set up for split screen, watching her out of the corner of his eye as she walked. He turned his attention back to the screen, feeling a bit aggravated with himself at having these feelings.

Before he could think too hard on it, Aron came back and sat beside him, starting to turn the remote on. To her dismay, it wouldn't work. "What the fuck?!"

"What is it?" Sam asked gruffly.

"This stupid remote won't work," Aron grumbled.

"It's a controller, Doofus," he said, making her turn and give him a pointed glare. If looks could kill, he'd be dead. Sam chuckled, knowing she wasn't truly mad, this was just how she acted. "Just go get new batteries."

"I should make you go get the batteries, since you wanna be a smart ass," Aron grumbled as she stood up.

He barked out a laugh. "Right, like you could make me do anything."

"I bet I could," he heard her retort, but she was gone to the kitchen before he could argue.

Over the next ten minutes, Aron tried out three different sets of batteries, and not a single one of them could make the controller turn on. Finally, she huffed and threw herself down on the couch, giving up.

Sam felt a little disappointed as well. Honestly, he wanted to play the game with her, so he came up with another solution. He offered that they take turns, unless you win, then you get a second turn. After two rounds, even if they win, they have to give up the controller. That way no one gets left out while the other is on a winning streak, which Sam was obnoxiously confident he would be the one with the most wins.

They both were winning pretty consistently, handing the controller back and forth as they played. After a few rounds of this, Sam finally lost.

"This is bullshit! They're cheating!" he exclaimed.

"It's computers," Aron laughed.

"Shut up! It's not funny," he told her.

"No, it is funny," she countered. "Seeing you scream at computers for cheating is very funny, actually."

He grumbled under his breath, starting to set up the next round. Aron furrowed her brows. "Yo, it's my turn. What are you doing?"

Sam froze for a second before blushing in embarrassment, like he'd just been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. Aron snickered as she took the controller, starting her round. Much to his dismay, she won the round. When she started to set up another round, he spoke. "It's my turn, asshole."

"It's literally not," Aron countered with a giggle, making him huff and lean back in defeat.

Even though he pretended to be irritated, he was enjoying spending time with her. As she played, he found himself watching her rather than the game. He didn't know why, but something about her drew him in, like a moth to a flame. He felt almost entranced by the human girl. So much so that he didn't notice when she'd finished her round and leaned back as well, holding the controller out for him.

"Now, it's your turn."