Aaron Carpenter Imagines & Preferences

Wicked Games

Y/n's POV:

"Excuse me?" I heard someone say as I was tapped on the shoulder. I stopped dancing, and turned around smiling. Meeting a pair of green eyes, looking back at me.

"Yes?" I yell, over the loud music of the club.

"Can you help me?" He said, hope ringing in his voice.

"What can I do for you?" I ask.

"Can you pretend to be my girlfriend?" He said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "My ex is here, and I really don't want to talk to her."

I nodded. Understanding his complicated situation. I reached out, grabbing his hand.

"Sure." I smile.

"Awesome! Thank you so much..?" He said holding my hand tighter.

"Y/n." I say.

"Thank you Y/n. I'm Aaron." He smiled. I pulled him closer, and leaned over to his ear.

"Do you want to get some drinks with me, Aaron?" I say, feeling his other hand slip around my waist and his nose running down the skin of my neck.

"Of course babe." He smiled. I laughed, winking before pulling him off the dance floor. We held hands as we made our way to the bar. His thumb rubbing circles on my skin. Making my legs tingle. We reached the bar, and Aaron quickly sat on a stool to the left. I was about to sit on the one to the right of him, but he shook his head. And pulled me into his lap.

"I believe this is your seat." He whispered, in my ear.

"I think you're right." I say, turning my head to meet his eyes. I glanced to his lips, and he did the same. Then we both moved out gazes awkwardly, trying to focus on the things around us. Instead of each other.

But the truth was, I was sitting on the lap of the sweetest and best looking man I'd ever seen. Making my legs melt every time I felt his breath on my skin. His hands inched upwards from my thighs to my hips. His fingers gently feeling my curves.

"Two shots of vodka please." Aaron said to the bartender, as he tightened his arm around my waist. I smiled to the bartender, before turning to watch the people dance on the dance floor.

Soon the two small glasses were placed in front of us. Aaron grabbed one, and handed it to me.

"Thank you." I say, taking it from him.

He picked up his, and drank it quickly. Putting the empty glass back on the wood counter. I did the same, hissing as the alcohol burned my throat.

"Here she comes." Aaron groaned.

"It'll be ok. I'm here." I reassure him, kissing his cheek. He seemed stunned at my actions, but forced himself to loosen up as she approached.

"Aaron is that you?" She said, as she stopped in front of us.

"Yes." He said plainly.

"Who's this?" She said, gesturing to me.

"I'm Y/n," I say back. "Aaron's girl friend." I finish, smiling a little more than I should have.

"Your dating her?" She spat. "Wow, you're really lowering your standards aren't you?" She sassed. My mouth dropped and Aaron tightened his grip on me.

"No I haven't. She is a better person then you can ever dream to be. So if you could go away, Y/n and I can enjoy ourselves." He growled. She stood still. "Go now." He almost yelled.

She walked away, annoyance in her stride.

"Ugh give me a few more shots please." Aaron groaned to the bartender. And soon enough five new glasses were slid in front of us. Aaron eagerly drank one, before running a hair through his hair.

"Hey it's going to be ok." I say, rubbing my thumb over his hand.

"Just drink with me please." Aaron said, handing me another glass. "I want to forget about her."

I nodded, and laced my fingers in his. 
Shot after shot, I drank the liquor given to me. Not questioning  the amount.

"You ok?" Aaron said, as I started to lean back on him shoulder. I nodded, closing my eyes.

"Just sleepy." I say, closing my eyes.

"There are hotel rooms above this bar." He said, pressing his lips on my forehead. "Let's get one, you feel hot."

"Ok.." I say, softly.

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"Come on Y/n." Aaron said, as he opened the hotel room door. I was leaned on his shoulder, ready to fall over any second. "Almost there love."

He set me down softly on the bed, before walking back to the door and shutting it. He returned, his shoes off and his dress shirt half unbuttoned.

He took it off, then taking off his undershirt. He walked up to me, and I giggled. The alcohol making me a little silly.

Aaron reached behind me, unzipping my dress.

"Hey! Hey! I have a boyfriend! His name is Aaron! He's going to be so mad at you!" I say, before breaking into a fit of laughter. He chuckled, as he finished taking off my dress and putting his undershirt on me. Under my shirt, he took off my bra. Leaving me in his shirt and my underwear.

He slipped out of his pants, and walked to the other side of the bed. He pulled the bed sheets open, slipping in them and sighing. I stayed sitting up looking at the ceiling, as I played with the end of his shirt.

"Y/n." Aaron said, bringing my gaze to him. "Come here love." He said, opening his arms for me the crawl into. I gladly went to him, resting my head on his chest as I laid directly on top of him.

"That works too." He said, laughing. "Goodnight Y/n." He said, kissing my forehead.

"Goodnight Aaron." I say, as I look up at him. "I wuv you." I say, smiling. The shots making me unaware of what I was really saying.

"Ok love." Aaron said, playing with my hair. "Sweet dreams."