Come on Mess Me Up II Captain Boomerang Imagine II Part 2
What two stories in one night?! I got very inspired with this one, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Part one can be found here. As always feedback and prompts are welcomed and encouraged!
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“Thanks for helping James.” You offered him a forced smile as you unloaded the final box. You weren’t quite sure how he got himself invited to help you unpack, it had seemed to just be assumed. Without you ever agreeing he had officially taken on the role of boyfriend. Janet was also there, although neither of them had done very much work. Just stood around commenting on where all your furniture should go, whilst eyeing up the place you were now renting.
You were eager for both of them to leave. You had felt claustrophobic ever since James had arrived, and Janet’s smug knowing looks towards the two of you weren’t helping. You wanted to be left alone, surrounded by your boxes and deconstructed furniture. At least in that room you had some control on what was happening. Some opportunity to create something for yourself.
They invited you to lunch with them, but you turned them down, claiming you had some work to get done before you officially started at your new job tomorrow. Janet didn’t look convinced, but James seemed happily oblivious to her obvious excuse. Oblivious, that was a good word for him, just why everyone thought he was so smart.
It was while you were walking them out that the unknown car pulled up on you curb. Janet only shrugged at you when you shot her a questioning look. James however broke out in a grin. “Digger, mate what are you doing here?” He had wrenched the door open before Harkness had a chance to. “Thought I’d come and see you, we both know I’m better than manual labour than you are. So, this must be the new woman.” He raised his eyebrows at you in hello. You simply glowered at him, waiting for someone to correct him, no one did however. So that was it, you supposed, you were officially James’s new woman. “You’re a bit late, just like you to turn up after all the works done. But you’re in time to come for lunch, we can take your car.” Once again James was already half way in. You wandered if he ever waited for an invitation or conformation, or if he always just assumed things would work out the way he wanted. “Nah man, I’ve got somewhere to be. Imma have to take a raincheck.” James’s brow furrowed in confusion, but he closed the door all the same, and began walking with Janet away from the house. Although not before giving you a confident kiss on the cheek. How exactly Harkness hadn’t been questioned she didn’t know. His story obviously didn’t line up. But you had no intention of waiting around to find out what he wanted. Turning on your heel you began making your way back into the house. To your dismay, however, he slipped through the door behind you moments before you closed it.
Instantly a feeling of unease washed over you. You had a good idea what he wanted, and you weren’t sure you were going to be able to deny him it. “Nice place tots.” He already seemed completely comfortable, leaning against the wall, expertly slipping between two piles of boxes. “Don’t call me tots. You know my name.” He laughed, reaching into his back pocket, “I’m sure I’ve been told it, but I’ve learnt not to listen when James talks.” He pulled out a packet of cigarettes, “You mind?” Somehow you doubted he would listen to your answer so you just turned away, trying not to role your eyes at the clicking sound of his lighter. You needed to do something with your hands, perhaps if you simply ignored him he would go away, if he didn’t leave soon you weren’t sure you would be able to keep your hands of him, whether you would hit him or kiss him you did not know, but skin would hit skin.
Finding something to do, however, was hard in a house that was essentially bare. The sink, however, seemed safe enough, it was working at least, and on the opposite side of the room from him. So, you busied yourself filling up a glass you had no intention to drink, desperately trying to ignore the smell of smoke filling up the room.
Perhaps if you hadn’t been so focused on ignoring him you would have noticed the smell of smoke coming closer. You did not notice, him until he was on you, pressed flush against your back. He simply held himself there, taking a long leisurely drag from the cigarette. You could feel that he was already hard, but he seemed in no hurry to satisfy himself.
Desperate to get him away from you, knowing how badly you wanted him, you tried to buck him off, forcing him away, and earning yourself freedom. He simply laughed at your attempt, hand landing on your hip, holding you more securely against the sink. “If you wanted one,” He told you, pulling holding the cigarette up in front of the two of you, “all you had to do was ask.” “I’m fine thanks” He wasn’t listening, instead nuzzling his head into your neck, you could feel his beard rubbing against your neck as you tried to strain away from him. His hands were pushing up at your skirt, his touch was familiar, but this wasn’t like last time, there was no rush, no urgency to his touch. Everything about it was leisurely, he was assured of success, and determined to take his time with it.
They both knew your resistance was temporary, you had known what you wanted from the moment you saw him, and as his fingers pressed inside of you your will power broke entirely. He was still behind you, still smoking. Your hips buckled, his hand and the sink the only things keeping you standing. You could see him in your mind’s eye, standing behind you, all confidence, his increasing hardness pressing into your back, as his fingers played you like an instrument. Strokes slow, as if he had all the time in the world.
Eventually the cigarette dropped into the sink in front of you, a small mew of protest leaving your lips as he slipped out of you. His hand was strong on your hips, spinning you around so your hips met. You rubbed yourself against him, determined to find you satisfaction this time. “Patience tots.” His voice was low and husky with desire, as he lifted you up, sitting you on the sink. He was horrifically slow as he reached for his belt, frustrated you pushed his hands away, setting about it yourself. He stood back, smirking down at your hands as they made quick work of his pants. Grasping him in your hand you tried to lead him towards you, feeling the smooth steady pulse of him in your hand, but he stopped you, catching you chin with one hand and pulling you towards him for a lazy, long kiss.
It was your first kiss, all tongue, and teeth, as he caught your lower lip and bit down painfully. His lips tasted of smoke, you had never tasted anything so sweet in your life. He pressed into you in one swift motion, hips colliding together. You were so close already, to be stolen like this, right under another man’s nose, with the feel of his kiss still on your cheek, it was the most alive you’d felt in week.
Your hands found his ass, nails digging in tight as the two of you found a rhythm together, hips grinding together as you pressed your most sensitive parts against him, taking what he had refused you the last time you had met.
There was something so raw about Harkness, masculine and hard you felt as if you could give into your most primal parts when you were around him. Feeling him take you hard and rough like he did now it was a wander you had never done this before.
He had one hand on the cabinets above your heads, steading himself as he picked up the pace. One hand dropped between you, doubling the stimulation. He had one thing on his mind now, and you were more than happy to let him give it to you. Throwing your head back you lost yourself entirely to the feel of him. Whole body shaking, as control was handed over to him completely.
He came shortly after you did, the feeling of you convulsing around him too much. He remained in your embrace for a few moments, you were grateful for the seat yourself, unsure your legs would hold you up. Eventually, however, he regained his composure, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out his packet of cigarettes.
He took a long, self-satisfied drag, blowing smoke into your face. You reached out, taking the cigarette from his lips, taking a drag from it yourself. You hadn’t smoked since you were a teenager, looking after your health apparently was not on your radar at the moment.
He ran his hands up your thighs, apparently perfectly comfortable where he was, “I mean it tots, it’s a nice place, really nice.”