Mindless Behavior Preferences and Imagines

Wicked Games

 A/N- My note was supposed to be "I told y'all I was going to update again today. Well technically because it’s still Friday in my state. Enjoy my beauties. Xoxo –sincerely_ze". Lmaoo but when I went to take it from my microsoft to here... My mom had turned her hotspot off because it was lke eleven lol but I got you beautiful readers today. I'll update again tomorrow or today because I still feel horrible about being gone so long soooo see you all later (not really). Much love. Xoxo -sincerely_ze

It was late at night. All you wanted was to go home to your boyfriend of five years. For some time now the two of you have been trying to get out of your current situation. For three years now the two of you have been trying to earn enough money to move away from your, family oriented, yet dump of a neighborhood. You both realized that if you were to continue on the path that you were living there wouldn’t be a good end. As of now, to make ends meet, the both of you were doing things that you weren’t extremely proud of, but found it necessary to do. He worked endless nights in construction and when he could, he made a few drops. As for you, you were a desk jockey at the dentist during the day and a stripper during the night.

Once again, it was late at night. All you wanted to do was go home to your wonderful boyfriend of five years, Ej. You finish collecting your money assuring that your fake masquerade mask didn’t slip off in the middle of your set. After grabbing your stuff you head to the back to count your money.

“Taystee.” You hear your boss calling your name. “Yes boss?” You reply not paying too much attention, half on him half on your money. “You’ve got a customer in room three, but he wants something more. Let’s get to it.” You stop counting your money, now giving your undivided attention, once you realize what he’s hinting to.

“Umm, no. That’s against my contract and if it wasn’t I still wouldn’t do it.” You say catching a slight attitude. “Well everyone’s got to do it in order to compete with that new business down the street. And if you don’t I can always get Bodacious to do it and you’ll be out of a job.” You begin grabbing your stuff and all your money from the night, your final “tips” from the club and pack your bag. “Well, I guess I’m out of a job because that shit’s illegal, good night.” You say as you walk towards the exit.

As you reach the door you feel something pull you back. “What the hell?” You say quietly to yourself. As you’re turned around you are placed face to face with your boss. In his eyes there’s a sign of desperation. “No, please. You’re one of the best girls. I can’t lose you. I was just talking crap to get you to do it.” You look down at the grip he has on his wrist and back up to him. “Nah, I’m good.” You say yanking your arm from his grip; you then walk out. As you walk to the parking lot to get into your car you feel a hand grip your arm once again. “Look man, I said--”, you say as you turn around, “Wait. Who are you?” You question as you face the stranger with a scraggly beard and tired eyes.

I’m your biggest fan, Taystee!” He says excitement apparent in his voice. “Look man, with all due respect I don’t know who you are. Now please let go of me?” You ask as you attempt to be let out of his grasp. “No, no. Please, come have coffee with me?” He then asks politely, still with a tight grip on your arm. “I-I can’t.” You manage to stutter out.

At that moment the one thing that was running through your body was fear. This random man began to have a crazed, dangerous look in his eyes. “L-look you seem like a nice guy…” You pause as if to ask for his name. “James.” He answers. “James. Well you seem like a decent man James but I’ve got to get home, okay?” You say smoothly to insure that you make it out of that parking lot and to your house alive and unharmed. His grip on your arm immediately tightens as he pulls you close. “Look Taystee”, he hisses as his scarring breath hits your face, “you’re coming with me no matter what. Now let’s go!” You pause for a moment to concoct a plan. Hoping and praying that this man didn’t have a gun you decided to take action. As he stayed in your face you spit into his left eye and hit him in the groin. Running as fast as you can you run across the parking lot to your car safely, luckily no gunshots went off. You start the ignition a peel out of the parking lot and that life for good.

As you get home you still feel afraid from what happened and as you’re opening the door your hands tremble. Before you can fully turn the key the door opens, startling you again and making you jump slightly. You look to see it was EJ. “Y/n, what’s wrong? I heard the door jiggling and I had no idea who it was? I thought someone was trying to break in.” You look at him for a moment in relief and grab him burying your face into his chest. Within a matter of moments your sniffles fill the air.

“Come in the house. We don’t need to be out here in the hallway like this.” He says sweetly as he walks the two of you into the house. That’s one thing about him that made you smile. No matter what he did at work, or how he had to act outside of the house to survive effectively, when he was in the house he was your savior. He never acted the way he acted in the streets towards you.

“What’s wrong babe?” Ej asks as he wipes the remainder of you tears and you both take a seat on the couch. You dry your face and suck it all up. “Ugh”, you groan, “at first my a-hole of a boss told me I had to go, basically, prostitute myself. Once I told him no he gave me the ultimatum of doing it or getting fired, so I quit. I just couldn’t do it, to me or you.” You look at Ej to see his jaw and fists clenched.

“Are you kidding me?!” He asks enraged. You slowly nod your head and he gets up and hits a wall. “I can’t believe him.” He says in shock and awe as he takes his seat next to you. “Look, Y/n. You do not have to go back. I don’t care how much you make; matter of fact, you’re not going.” You give a relieved look and relax a little. “Good, because I think I had a stalker.” You accidentally spit out.

You didn’t really want him to know that part because he’s is extremely protective over you. It’s not that he couldn’t handle his own; it was just that you didn’t know what this random man could to either of you.

“What?!” He semi-yells, with a small hint of fear in his voice. He begins pacing back and forth going on about how this is a horrible place to live and how you deserve better. Watching him pace back and forth begins to give you a headache.

“Ej, please calm down?” You say to him as you push him down to the couch. As he sits on the couch he continues to mumble about what’s best, which only makes him stressed. You walk to the radio and plug in your phone. You press play on your favorite song to dance to, “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd. You kick off your shoes and sweats leaving you in your laced underwear and a t-shirt.

Slowly you walk to him. As you reach the one person love seat, you bend down to his level.  “I need a different type of love tonight.” You whisper as seductively as you can. “I need the kind of love that’ll heal me. I only hope by the end of tonight you’d have me addicted.”

You stand back up as Ej sits in a trans. You slowly sway your hips to the music, as you arch your back and neck, flipping your hair. You turn around and sit on his lap. As he sits there he’s not completely aware of what’s going on because it has taken him by surprise. Inch by inch you roll your hips on his lap. You grab his hands and place them on your hips, making him rub down to your thighs. After coming to he takes control of his hands. You stand up, with his hands continuing to explore your body. Slowly your hips move to the heavy beats of the music. You bend over as you hear The Weeknd sing let me see that ass, look at all this cash. Ej rubs up and down all between your thighs. You then find you way behind the love seat blowing, kissing, sucking, and nibbling on his ears and neck. As you’re doing this your hands wander his chiseled chest and pectorals. After some time you reach the front of the couch again and slowly squat down. This time you’re as low as his knees. You abruptly part his legs and soften your touch. Slowly you move from his knees to his thighs and his thighs to his abdomen, and from his abdomen to his neck, eventually finding your way to his lips. You peck them softly before speaking.

“So tell me you love me? Especially for tonight.” You ask. He nods his head lifting you to your feet and guiding you to the room the two of you share. That night was meant for the two of you and no other worries.