my good looking boy ♡
Seth Jarvis x reader
ɢɪꜰ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: @jarvyparty
(its been like 5 years since i actually sat down and wrote something but this gif gave me motivation ok bye. plz be nice to me <3)
It was past midnight when you heard the front door open and close. You stayed up waiting for him to finish team meetings and stuff.
He’d told you he’d come over after.
“Hey”
He walks around the couch and drops down beside you taking off his suit jacket.
That's when you notice what he’s wearing, white button up shirt. The top buttons of his shirt undone, chains catching the soft light of the lamp. A bit of his chest showing.
“Hi sweetheart. you waited up for me?”
His voice is tired and rough.
You turn to face him, but you just stare for a second taking him in. You admire him a little too obviously.
He notices and glances at you
“What?”
You snap out of it.
“Nothing”
He lets out a quiet laugh, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees as he rubs a hand over his face.
You watch him again for a second then your eyes start drifting again.
The undone buttons. His gold chains. The way his sleeves are pushed up just enough to see his tattoos peaking out.
Before you can catch yourself
“You look really good”
The words slip out casually.
Slowly he turns his head to look at you
“I look good?” He repeats, a small smirk appearing on his face.
You shrug
“Yeah”
His tired eyes narrow at you just a little, he’s amused now.
“In a suit I’ve been in almost all day?”
“Mhm”
There's a beat.
Then he leans back into the couch, stretching his arm along the back behind you, turning his body slightly toward yours.
“Are you just gonna sit there staring at me all night?” he asks his voice lower now.
You glance at him, pretending not to care.
“Maybe,” you say,, letting your eyes flick down just a little before meeting his again.
He smirks, while moving a little closer to you
“Maybe huh?” his voice low and teasing.
You shrug, sliding a little closer until your shoulder brushes his. Slowly, almost deliberately, you nuzzle into his side, Your fingers find their way into his messy hair, running through it absentmindedly, tugging just enough to make him notice.
He lets out a low hum, clearly enjoying it, and leans slightly closer to you.
.“Could get used to this,” he mumbles.
You tilt your head, fingers still tangled in his hair, gently scratching at his scalp just to see his reaction. “Yeah? Didn’t think you were the clingy type.”
He huffs a quiet laugh, eyes half-lidded now.
“I’m not.”
You tug lightly at his hair. “Mhm.”
He lets out a quiet breath, shaking his head a little, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he leans into your hand more and nuzzles his head more into you.
“Keep that up and I might actually fall asleep right here,” he says
For a moment, it’s quiet. Just you playing with his hair, him relaxing more and more against you, his arm loosely wrapped around your waist.
“I love you.”
It’s casual, almost like he didn’t even think before saying it.
Your fingers pause for a second before you smile, looking at him.
“I love you too.”
He glances at you, something warm and steady in his expression, the teasing fading into something softer.
“C’mon,” he says after a moment, nudging you gently.
You smile, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward your room.
You both move around quietly, the apartment dim and calm as you get ready for bed, brushing your teeth, changing, everything easy and familiar.
When you finally crawl into bed, he doesn’t hesitate. He immediately pulls you closer, arm wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest.
“C’mere,” he mumbles.
You laugh softly but settle into him, your hand finding its way back into his hair without even thinking.
He hums quietly, relaxing almost instantly.
“Goodnight,” you whisper.
“Night sweetheart,” he mumbles, holding you just a little tighter.
within minutes, his breathing evens out, finally asleep, still tucked close to you.
(sorry this is kinda short and boring but whatever)
