Conquistador ;; Jared Leto x Reader *TEASER*
Author’s Note; So I got this idea from a day dream I had at work while listening to my favorite song. It’s just a hit or miss, I don’t know if i’ll actually continue it. You guys let me know <3
The immediate flashing of the lights around the downtown area of the city alerted you that you were more than half way to your destination for tonight. Your feet were slightly unsteady beneath you due to the looming feeling of jet lag that threatened to capture you where you stood and plunge you into a much deserving sleep. However, you managed to fight it with every breath that ricocheted off of your lungs, and push forward until you reached the lobby of the hotel. It wasn’t as crowded as you originally expected it to be especially with the loads of celebrities that were centered near by. It was the land of exploring dreams and there you were smack dab in the middle of the city trying your best to not draw attention to yourself.
The downstairs lobby greeted you with the scent of vanilla and a mixture of leather. It was such a strange smell but you were finding yourself growing more and more familiar with it. It usually clung to your clothes after you left and annoyed you to no end. How many times would you keep coming here to do this? How many times had you agreed to this? How many more times will you continue to indulge in your sins?
“Any specific room number, Miss?” The voice on the other side of the counter questioned, and knocked you from your thoughts. As a reflex, you smiled and shrugged.
“It doesn’t really matter, just one with a breath taking view of the city?” You questioned. It never really mattered where you were as long as you had a good view. You had never been to this side of California before, and the fascination with it was growing more and more apparent as you took in its infrastructure.
The man behind the desk flashed you a half hearted smile as if he took some form of shelter in your request and you knew instantly that he was secretly relating. Perhaps he liked a good view too.
His fingers grazed your as he handed you the key and his soft brown eyes closed.
“Please enjoy your stay.” He urged before opening his eyes and glancing at you once more. He seemed so sweet, but deep down you couldn’t stop the bubbling over anxiety that plagued your chest. It was as if he knew what you were really there for and the thought of him knowing terrified you. You found yourself nearly marching to the elevator trying to remain calm and seem as casual as anyone else there, but you had the sinking feeling that you were failing miserably.
The distant “ding” of the elevator signaled to you that you had reached your destination for the night and slowly you made your way down the halls until you reached your room. The door opened easily with the key and the sweet smell of lavender hit your nose.
“Yeah, that’s way better.” You said aloud while dropping your coat from your frame right in front of the front door. It peeled away from your skin delicately and you were grateful for the freedom. Your sights were set on the window and before you could stop yourself, you pulled open the blinds to find the night life mixed within a sea of lights that nearly took your breath away. It was perfect. It didn’t take long for you to sink into the window seal and glance over the city as if you were the lens to a camera. Mentally snapping shots of this one moment in an attempt to commit them to memory.
The door to the room opened once more except this time you realized it was nearly an entire hour later from when you had entered and distracted yourself with the view of the city. His frame stood elegantly in the doorway before he bended down to pick up the coat you had just left in the middle of the floor.
He paused for a moment before allowing his eyes to drink in your frame, and the look itself made you stand. He was early and appeared to be out of breath. Did he run here?
“I didn’t think you’d show up.” He stated allowing the door to close behind him.
“So why send the text then?….We said, this was over the last time this happened.” You raise a brow while pulling your phone from your pocket and flashing the screen towards him. His eyebrow flexed before he took a step towards you.
“Because. I needed you alone. Locked doors, no cameras, just you and me.” He tempted, and his voice was low in a tone you had recognized already from your previous engagements. His eyes looked over you again except this time they moved slower as if taking you a part piece by piece.
“So, what now Mr. Leto?” You question while folding your arms across your chest.
His eyes looked towards the floor as if he were battling with something and his jaw shifted to the right slightly in a gesture that resembled anxiousness. Perhaps his thoughts. Perhaps his feelings. Whatever it was, it tainted his features for a glimmer of a second and just as the look was created, it disappeared. It was overcome with a look of sincerity.
“Take off your clothes.” he said simply and although his look was pleading, his voice was dictating that he wasn’t giving you a choice.
