⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Jason Mendal ONE-SHOT - “An unexpected proposal” ( Jason Mendal x OC - slightly NSFW )
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“So, are we gonna stop seeing each other during work hours or..?”
You immediately ask Jason as you step into his office, after the receptionist kindly let you in.
It’s funny, in a way, how the people working here at Goldreamz have grown used to your sudden visits - whether it’s because he calls you out of the blue asking you to come over, or because between your lunch or coffee breaks you just have enough time to drop by and spend some time with him before getting back to work.
Today, it’s the first option.
Once you’re inside his office, he immediately looks up at you and rises from his desk, walking toward you to greet you properly.
He’s wearing his usual work clothes - the very expensive ones, of course - which flatter his physique almost too perfectly, unfairly so.
He looks good in anything, yes, but you definitely have a huge fucking weakness for what he usually wears to uphold his CEO image ( you make a mental note about how you always end up liking men that could literally rule the world and destroy your life in the process if they wanted… and yes, you also admit to yourself that you’re hella weird for that and that you should change that, but it’s not like you’re really putting in the work to do that… )
“What? Did I interrupt something? Because from what I saw in the past, there isn’t exactly hard labor happening at Devenementiel… unless random hangouts and endless coffee breaks now count as productivity.”
You roll your eyes at his words as he approaches you: every moment of his day would be a perfect moment to just insult Devenementiel, you wonder if that’s some kind of stupid superpower - or weird kink? - of his at this point.
“Woah, you must be a real fan if you even know when we take our breaks. Obsessed much?”
You say just as he finally closes the distance between you and presses a light kiss to your cheek, his hand coming up to gently guide your face towards his lips.
You’re getting used to these small gestures of affection far too quickly, and that’s bad… really bad, because it means the walls you’ve spent your whole life building and reinforcing are slowly starting to crumble and that’s something that you’re not entirely sure you’re ready for.
Still, when he shows you how much he cares for you in moments like this, with these little gestures, you instantly melt in his hands.
You smile a little at his kiss and playfully roll your eyes again.
“Great, now you’re trying to shut me up with kisses?”
He smirks as his lips instantly go for your neck to give it a quick little peck - but still incredibly devastating for you and your mental stability… fuck, he’s already knocking the air out of your lungs and you’ve just been inside his office for like… what? Three minutes? Fuck you and your big and soft lips, Jason Mendal, truly.
“When you texted ‘come over as soon as possible,’ I thought it was an emergency… but I feel like you just wanted an excuse to see me?”
You retort as he finally pulls you in fully, his hands on your waist, holding you still against him while he continues to cover your neck and jaw with soft, velvety kisses.
“Mmm... yeah, there was a reason, actually…”
He responds with a husky voice, still carrying that hint of teasing that makes him so distinctively him.
“But then I saw you walk in here all dolled up like this, and it made me forget what I was about to ask you…”
You chuckle softly, also surprised by how well you’re managing to stay so composed - in a more private setting, you would have probably left out a few moans here and there.
Ever since you started being with Jason, you’ve realized you’re far more sensitive to touch than you thought… or maybe it’s just his touch that affects you this much? Hard to say.
“Is your age finally catching up to you? You’re starting to forget things awfully fast…”
“Maybe… or maybe I’m simply focusing on what actually matters.”
“You, kitten - who else? Don’t tell me you needed me to spell it out.”
Fuck, what’s gotten into him today?
He doesn’t shy away from complimenting you, sure, but today he’s done it TWICE… in a fucking ROW? And he’s always told you he doesn’t like doing this kind of thing at work, so you really don’t understand what’s going on with him today. Did something actually happen that could explain his behavior?
“Jason, tell me what’s up. I wanna know why you wanted me here so badly.”
“Curiosity killed the cat.”
“Yeah? Well, before that happens, the cat might actually take a big chunk out of you if you keep dodging the question.”
He lets out a quick laugh as he pulls back from your neck: the sudden absence of his lips on you makes you shiver, but at least now you feel like you’re getting somewhere.
“Do you think something bad happened?”
“I don’t know, YOU tell me… you’re being weird.”
“Yes, you are. Initiating sex in your office is very unlike you.”
“What made you think that?”
“Don’t play with me, Jason, c’mon.”
“Maybe I felt like changing things up.”
“Well, a warning would’ve been nice! I could’ve put on my best lingerie, you know? Like the red one.”
“Bold of you to assume that it would’ve lasted on you for more than 3 seconds.”
You laugh a little, and then you notice how his playful mood suddenly… drops:
You catch it immediately, and you don’t like it one bit, because that’s really unlike him.
“Hey, baby, did something bad really happen? You know you can tell me everything...”
You remind him as you gently take his face in your hands.
His little teasing tone slips back for a moment.
“Why are you suddenly treating me like a puppy? I’m not Roy.”
“And that’s a shame, really, because Roy is basically everyone’s type, you know?”
“Good for them. You’re here with me though, which means he’s not yours, so why should I care?”
“Jason, c’mon… tell me what’s going on. Do I really have to start begging to know what the fuck is happening?”
You retort, slightly fed up with how hard he’s trying to push aside the real reason he called you.
You’ve never seen him act like this: when he has something to say or ask, he just says it outright, so you don’t get why he’s suddenly beating around the bush now.
“Well, if you don’t wanna tell me, then I’m just going back to work.”
You finally tell him, gathering your things as if you’re about to leave - knowing perfectly well it’s just an act to pressure him into finally telling you what’s bothering him.
It’s a little manipulative, yes… but when it comes to Jason Mendal, well, sometimes you have to play a little dirty to get through to him.
When he sees you pick up your purse, he stops you immediately - grabbing you by the arm - letting out a tired sigh and finally caving in.
“Do you have anything planned for Christmas?”
Oh? Well, uhm… You definitely weren’t expecting this question. You look at him a bit confused.
“So… you called me here to ask me that?”
“Just answer, Vee, it’s not that hard.”
You cross your arms and roll your eyes at his impatient tone.
“No, of course I don’t have anything planned. Do I have to remind you that I live alone?”
He says as he walks toward the big windows of his office.
He stops talking again… of course he does.
God, why is it always so damn impossible to have a normal conversation with him?
You curse yourself internally - because of course you’d end up falling for yet another man who treats basic emotional expression like it’s an Olympic sport.
“So? Why are you asking?”
“Do you want to spend it with me?”
His sudden question leaves you a bit puzzled.
You weren’t expecting it, sure, but you still don’t get why he’s making it such a big deal.
It’s just Christmas, for fuck’s sakes… not a marriage proposal.
“So your poor attempts at changing the subject earlier were just about… this? Whether I wanna spend Christmas with you or not? All that dramatic build up for this?”
You chuckle a little, but he doesn’t… and the sound immediately dies in your throat.
The look on his face freezes you, guilt blooming fast in your chest.
Maybe it was just a simple question to you… but to him? Maybe it took more courage than he’ll ever admit. And you laughed and made fun of it.
Damn it… why are you such a shitty mess?
You step closer, an apologetic little frown tugging at your mouth, and gently slip your arm around his: you finally feel how tense he actually is and how tightly he’s holding himself together.
Fuck… you’re not used to this version of Jason at all.
“Hey, I’m sorry baby, I.. I would love to spend it with you, really… it’s just that I feel like there’s more to it than you’re letting on so I just wanna understand…”
You hope to give him some kind of comfort by tightening your hold on him, to let him know through a few gentle touches that you’re here for him.
“It’s… Every year my mom begs me to go and spend Christmas with her and Etienne and, when I do, it’s torture every time, so, since we’re together…”
“…Do you want me to come with you?”
He nods, still unable to lift his gaze to yours, as if meeting your eyes would make the truth spill out before he’s ready.
You’ve never seen him like this - this quiet, this… shy, almost? - as though letting himself be vulnerable is something he should hide, something that a man like him shouldn’t have.
And this makes your chest tighten, because you want to ease that weight for him, to show him there’s nothing shameful in being a bit emotional, especially if it’s his family we’re talking about.
You know that their history is… complicated and they have a really complicated, the kind of complicated that leaves marks he doesn’t always know how to talk about, so of course it’s hard for him, you get it, you’d be dumb not to.
But still, you wish he would let himself lean into you just a little more, let you into the not-so pretty parts of his life he’s kept locked away because you want to know him - the whole of him, even the pieces he thinks are too heavy to share.
“Do you think it would be a good idea? I mean, I don’t wanna impose…”
“How could you impose if I’m the one who invited you?”
Touché, again, but you can’t really help it, right?
It’s his fucking family we’re talking about, and you two have been together for… what, a month?
One hell of a month, sure… but besides that, even if a part of you wants it more than you’re willing to admit, the thought of stepping into that part of his life makes your stomach twist.
“Jason, you know what I mean. I just don’t wanna make anything harder for you than it already is.”
“You won’t, I promise. If anything, you’ll make it easier for me.”
Your expression softens at his words: even now, you still don’t fully understand how he can shift so effortlessly from the sharp, arrogant CEO everyone else sees to the man who seems to breathe easier only when he’s with you.
There’s something in the way he looks at you in these moments - something so unguarded, almost soft - that makes your head spin.
God, how you wish he’d let this version of himself come out more often, because you know it’s the truest part of him.
“If you’re really sure… then yes, I’ll come.”
He asks you, a bit surprised by your final answer.
“Yes, of course. Did you really think I’d say no?”
“Considering my life has been completely unpredictable ever since you barged into it, I genuinely had no idea what you were going to say.”
“Oh, at least you didn’t say it got boring. That would’ve been tragic.”
You answer in a light, teasing tone as you slip your arm out of his and settle into his big chair, crossing your legs with deliberate calm.
He watches the movement, one eyebrow lifting, a slow smirk curving his mouth as he steps closer to you.
“No. In fact, I’d say it became much more entertaining.”
His voice has that quiet confidence that always finds its way under your skin.
You can’t help but smile a little at his words: there’s something so unexpectedly cute in the way he admits how much you affected his life in such a positive way.
Then your expression shifts, softening into something more serious as you return to the topic you were discussing earlier.
“Are there things I should know about them so I don’t give off a bad impression?”
“Do you really think you’re even capable of giving a bad impression?”
That shuts you up completely for two whole seconds; once again, he’s managed to leave you speechless with those fucking little compliments he tosses your way.
And the worst part? You’re fully aware of how absurdly easy it is for him to fluster you.
You keep insisting you’ll get used to it eventually… but right now, they still land far too close to home, as if you’ve never received praise from another fucking human being in your entire life.
You’re extremely pathetic for him, and yet you can’t stop it.
“Do I really need to make a list of all the times I’ve literally sabotaged myself in front of people?”
“That’s just being clumsy, and it obviously works in your favor: it looks adorable on you.”
He quirks an eyebrow at you, that little smirk still glued to his face - you roll your eyes so hard it’s a miracle they come back down.
“Really? So when you found me in the park crying for that project, you thought I was “adorable”?”
“A little, yes. Normally - and you know me - I would have find it pathetic… But with you? I don’t know… apparently, I wanted to spare you from that judgement. I guess it was really meant to be.“
“Ugh, you’re such a romantic today… where’s the real Jason Mendal? Where did you hide him?”
“You complain when I make fun of you, you complain when I compliment you - you seem to be really confused on what you really want from me.”
“Gift me that new Chanel Bag for my birthday and that might just be enough. See? I can be very clear about what I want from you.”
You both laugh before you ask him once again about his mother and stepfather; after all, you really want to make a good impression on them.
And you’re painfully aware of how… obsessive that sounds, because you know that even if they didn’t like you, he’d still keep seeing you - he’d rather be anywhere else than with his mother and Étienne - but that feverish need to present the “perfect version” of yourself, especially to his family, refuses to die.
It’s fucking embarrassing, and you know it… but it’s still there and it’s so damn hard for you to tone it down.
“I just wanna know if I should dress or act in a certain way to give off a good impression, I think -“
“Vee, you don’t have to worry about anything. Just be yourself and it will be good enough. Why would I start dating you only to tell you how to act? I’d be better off with someone else at that point.”
“Alright… I’ll just have to trust you, I guess.”
“Trusting me always has its perks, you know that.”
You stand up and move closer to him, looping your arms around his neck.
The way he looks at you might as well kill you on the spot - he always looks at you like you hung the moon, like you’re something precious.
You hate him so much for that, but you also like him a lot for that - your heart is a mess for sure.
“Then it’s set, thank you for inviting me.”
“Don’t. You don’t know how it’s gonna turn out.”
“Well, I think it’s gonna turn out great! Just.. try not to start a war with them in front of a nice and hot lasagna, yes?”
He rolls his eyes playfully before you lean in and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
You notice the lipstick you’ve left behind, so you immediately start wiping it off with your fingers as you keep talking.
“Besides, I can’t wait to give you your gift!”
“I told you that you shouldn’t have.”
“I know… but come on, it’s Christmas. It would’ve felt wrong not to spoil you a little. I can’t wait to see your face when you open it.”
“Such a spender… don’t you realize that I’ve already received so many gifts from you?”
He steps closer, and the tension settles between you all over again, so fucking impossible to ignore. It always finds you, no matter the place or the hour.
He lifts a hand to your cheek, his touch gentle but certain, while the other rests at your waist, guiding your body toward his, pushing them against each other.
“By always being there for me, by making my life crazier yet so much better… and by also being this perfect. I don’t think you even realize what that does to me.”
You feel your pulse quicken, your heart pumping and your cheeks heating…
You fucking hate how easily he can undo you - you don’t know how he does it and yet he never fails to destroy your composure and ruin you completely for anyone else.
You try to hold your head held high, but you know it’s only a matter of seconds before giving in to everything he’s making you feel.
“You have such a high consideration of me… what if I mess up and disappoint you?”
“You? Disappoint me? I don’t think you understand how impossible that is.”
“You put way too much trust in me.”
“And yet, somehow, you keep proving me right. You have no idea how easy you make it to believe in you, kitten.”
You look at him, your eyes locked with his, and something in you finally snaps - you close the distance and kiss him with a kind of desperation you can’t hide anymore.
When he speaks to you like that, with that tone that sounds so painfully honest, when he looks at you as if you’re the only thing in the room… you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him, almost against your will.
And God, you hope he won’t turn into another shitty disappointment. You hope - you beg - that this time, for once, what you’re feeling might be real, not another illusion that shatters the moment you finally decide to fucking trust it.
When you kiss him and your hands slide around his neck, he pulls you closer with a force that steals your breath, holding you as if he’s afraid you might disappear if he loosens his grip - who’s going to tell him that you’re not going anywhere? As if you had some kind of better choice to pick… please, you’re basically all his
He holds you and kisses you back as if he wants his body to mold with yours… and oh, how much you crave that: just the thought of him pushing you down his damned pristine and expensive desk and fuck you into oblivion makes you horny almost immediately… but then reality cuts through for a moment like a knife and you remember that you have a job to go back to - you start seeing why Jason hates Devenementiel so much, it always pops up when you least want it to.
You try to speak between kisses, but it’s clear he has no intention of stopping anytime soon… and the truth is, you don’t want it to end either, even though you really have to go.
He finally lets you go only when you finally manage to pull your lips away from his.
“Do you really want to go back there so soon and miss out on this?”
You roll your eyes and laugh a little at his question, already walking toward where you left your purse and picking up a little napkin from it.
“It’s not like we won’t have the time to pick up where we left off… you just have to be a little patient for me.”
You say in a flirtatious tone, stepping close enough to feel how hot his body feels again as you wipe the faint trace of lipstick from his lips.
“I don’t do well with patience, you know that well, Kitten.”
“Thank God I’m here to teach you something about it then, right?”
You give him a small, knowing smile as you finish cleaning him up, pleased with how easily he reacts to you and how you have all wrapped up around your finger.
You barely have time to enjoy that thought that he grabs your hips and pulls you back against him, your back meeting his chest, and fuck… he’s hard, hella hard.
Wow… and here you thought you were the sensitive one in this relationship, uh.
His velvety voice brushes against your ear, making you feel hot all over once again.
“I’ll do as you wish for now, Kitten, but remember this: tonight, when you to come over to my place, you’ll be the one learning a thing or two from me. I just hope you’ll be able to keep up, it’d be such a shame if you couldn’t.”
He says as he finally steps back from you, carrying a confidence that borders on arrogance - which, with him, is hardly surprising.
Now, he shouldn’t be the one speaking like that when he’s the one with a full hard-on right now… but you’re not that evil to mention it and make it more difficult for him than it already is ( you might as well become a saint for that, truly ), plus you really want to know what he has in store for you tonight, and just fantasizing about it makes your head spin.
You gather your things and purposefully ignore his little comment.
You’re ready to leave the office when you turn back to him once again.
“By the way I… I know you hate it when I say stuff like this but… I just wanted to say that it means the world to me that you want me with your family for Christmas. I’m really grateful, really.”
He sits behind his desk, and the smile that appears on his face after your words shows a rare softness that you’re obviously not used to.
It warms his features in a way you rarely get to see, and every time it does, it feels like a small gift meant only for you.
“I wouldn’t want anyone else.”
After hearing these words, you swear your heart is about to explode in your chest right there, in that exact moment, and the only person you’d trust to kneel and put back all the pieces together would be him, just him.
Fuck, why does he do this to you? Why do you feel like dying whenever he says something remotely sweet and romantic?
It’s just the effect he has on you, so fucking terrifying and addictive at the same damn time.
He just reaches something in you that has been starving for this kind of appreciation and validation for so fucking long… and now that you finally have it, it hits you so hard that you can barely breathe through it.
The fear of this being another huge waste of time and energy makes you incredibly depressed and makes it so incredibly hard for you not to spiral.
It hits you that bad that you have to force yourself not to think too much about it and cling to the hope that he won’t be like the others, that he won’t be like Ioan.. no, he can’t be like that motherfucker, you refuse to let your mind go there.
You manage a smile before leaving his office, even though your pulse is still racing from the little heated moment you two shared before, and head back toward Devenementiel, already wondering how this little family reunion between Jason and his parents will turn out.
You just hope it won’t end in a disaster… but with Jason Mendal?
You’ve learned to expect the unexpected - and sometimes even the fucking unthinkable.
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