Bedtime Rhymes (Jervis x Reader) Fluff
You’re trying to get out of bed and get ready for work; but, Jervis won’t let you. Instead, he convinces you to stay. Sweet dorky smut while the Mad Hatter rhymes.
Warning: overly-dorky rhymes
Morning light filtered through the air.
The distant sounds of car engines revving and rain pitter-pattering was enough to wake you from your dreams and drag you back to reality. The stress of having to leave the comfort and warmth of your lover was, of course, less than appealing; but, you knew you had to get up.
At least, if you wanted to keep your job.
Heaving a heavy sigh, you began pulling yourself out of Jervis’s grip - only to be yanked back into his embrace under the piles and piles of blankets. He pulled you close, his bare chest pressed against your back as he nestled his chin on your shoulder, letting his beard tickle your flesh.
“Good morning, my love,” he breathed in your intoxicating scent. “You are my sweet angel, sent from above...”
You couldn’t help but smile.
It was always so adorable when this man rhymed.
“Good morning to you too, Jervis,” you giggled, settling back in his arms. “Why are you up so early?”
“Because I felt you leave me,” he answered in such innocence, that it almost broke your heart. “I told you I didn’t want to wake up without you...”
Although you loved him, cherished him, adored him unconditionally, Jervis always had this insecurity that you would one day leave and never come back. From time to time, it was charming and sweet and you wanted nothing more than to comfort the broken Hatter.
But, at other times, like today, it became an inconvenience when you had to get to work.
“Please don’t leave me,” he begged. “Not yet.”
“Oh Jervis, honey,” you answered, dotingly. “Don’t be like that.”
Shifting around, you came to face your lover and brushed the side of his face with gentle fingers, which he nuzzled into.
“I don’t want to leave you,” you assured him. “And I never will. But, I still have to find a way to pay the bills.”
He frowned. “Do you like your job better than me?”
You gasped, appalled. “Of course not!”
“Then why do it?” he asked, pulling away so he could stare you down with his deep, dark eyes. “From nine to five, you go to your job; yet, your need to stay here is what makes your heart throb...”
Suddenly shifting his position, Jervis rolled and climbed on top of you, straddling your hips under his legs. Quite expertly, he pinned your wrists above your head with both hands, preventing you from escaping. With his hair dangling down and brushing your cheeks, Jervis looked at you with a desperate desire that frequently consumed him.
“Stay with me, please?” he pleaded once more. “If it’s your boss you’re worried about, don’t bat an eye. A listen to my watch and he’ll surely be spry.”
You sighed again. I really shouldn’t do this...
There have already been a number of times Jervis had hypnotised your boss into forgiving your absences, so that you could extend your personal time with him; but...
You couldn’t help but cave in to his desire. While you were absolutely aware of how morally corrupt your actions were, remaining by Jervis’s side was simply something you couldn’t deny.
Closing your eyes, you hummed a steady “hmmm” - something you always did when you were trying to ignore the glaring alarms and waving red flags that went off and waved in your head.
You let a moment or so pass.
Jervis waited patiently, knowing he would be rewarded.
“...Fine,” you said, eyes fluttering open and giving him a hard stare. “You win. I’ll stay with you today.”
“Oh, thank you, dear ______!” A wide, grateful smile spread across Jervis’s face as he leaned down and blessed you with kisses - from your forehead, to your nose, to your cheeks and then, finally, your lips. “I promise you, you won’t regret it!”
“I could never regret you, Jervis,” you teased, biting his lower lip prior to pulling away. “I love being around you...”
“As I you,” he repeated, this time releasing your wrist and raking his hands through your hair.
He loved how soft and smooth the strands felt between his fingers, like silk. Quite carefully, he placed both of his hands at the base of your head and grabbed locks-full in each, gently tugging.
Following his motion, you craned your head so that you could offer the left portion of your neck to him - his favorite section of your body where he could mark you as his own and let the world know you were his.
Jervis leaned in, trailing a hot, steaming tongue from where your shoulders met your neck to just below your ear. A sweet moan escaped from your lips as repeated the action over and over again.
“Oh god, Jervis,” you breathed, heart beating from his actions. “Was this what you were planning all along?”
The Mad Hatter paused and reared back, just enough so that you could make eye contact.
“Is this not what you wanted?” he asked.
“You know the answer to that,” you teased, licking your lips hungrily. “Don’t you, Jervis?”
“Oh, dear, dear ________,” he gazed at you lovingly. An appreciative smile tugged on the sides of his mouth once more, the greatest and brightest you’ve seen in a while. “You smile, jeer and mock; but we’ll see who gets the last laugh when you taste my cock.”
And with that, you pulled the thick blankets over your bodies as he proceeded to undress you underneath.
Needless to say, you and Jervis continued to spend the rest of the day in his bed, making love to each other.
