Your POV
Warning : Mature Content
"Get in the fucking car." The anger in Jason's voice was unmistakable as I climbed inside.
"What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" I mumbled as I slipped into the passenger seat.
Running a hand through my hair in frustration and pulling the seatbelt across my body. "Oh and by the way, this is a van."
Jason narrowed his eyes at me, giving me a warning. "Don't."
He slammed my door shut and walked around the front, muttering words which were obviously profanities.
When he got inside, I braced myself for an argument.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He began, as he started up the car, his jaw clenched and unclenched repeatedly.
"You already asked me that." I rolled my eyes and stared out the window as Jason began to drive.
"I'll ask you again if I fucking want to ask you again, Y/n." He spat. "You went to meet my mother after I specifically told you never to speak about her again. What kind of person does that to someone they're supposed to care about?" His words were layered with anger and pain, I knew that I had hurt him, but he didn't listen to me when I told him that something was wrong.
It was something I had to do.
I threw my head back against the seat and laughed. "So you're avoiding the main problem here? Jason, you're so pathetic."
"Am I?" He seethed. "Cause I think the main problem here is that you have no respect for my privacy."
"No respect for your privacy?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. I screwed up my face, stunned to hear those words come out of his mouth. "Jason, you're the one who stalked me for three fucking years."
"I didn't have a choice, Y/n." He looked over at me with fire in his eyes. His hands tightened around the steering wheel and his muscles tensed.
"Shut up," I spat, looking out the window. "I don't even want to talk to you."
"Yeah well too bad, Y/n." He snapped. "We're talking about this and you don't have a choice, I don't understand why you'd do something like that, why you'd go poking around in my past."
"Because I needed answers, I can't live like this. I can't not know what's going on around the people I care about."
"What made you think my mom could give you answers? I've distanced myself from her for a fucking reason, Y/n." He sounded disgusted and his voice shook.
"You need a family, Jason." My voice grew thicker and I looked at him painfully. "Sometimes it's hard to cope without one." Hot tears pricked the back of my eyes but I refused to let them fall.
"Don't you dare try to turn this around on me." Jason growled, pressing his foot further down on the exhilarator and speeding up.
I dug my nails into the leather seats. "Fine, let's turn it around on Ben, are you gonna ignore the fact that-"
"That you slapped an ex-member of the Damnation?" He sounded shocked at his own words. "No, definitely not."
I looked at him, jaw hanging open. "Are you fucking stupid?" I asked the general question. "He's not an ex member, Jason. He's a member. He kissed me last night and said that if I told anyone, he'd kill Ellie. And then he said we had all fallen into his trap. I don't know what he's planning, but it's not good and we need to get out of there. I tried to tell you last night but you didn't listen to me." I rolled my eyes, frustrated.
Jason sped up, ignoring red traffic-lights and speed-cameras. He clenched his jaw, forming a tight line down his cheek.
Then his expression turned from anger to realisation, and then to worry.
Everything passed in the window as one big blur, just showing how fast Jason really was driving.
"Slow down." I muttered.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do." He spat, speeding up a little more just to make a point.
"Jason, slow down right now or I'm getting out." I threatened.
"On the main road?" He laughed sarcastically. "You'll get fucking killed."
I rested my hand on the handle, and I saw Jason's eyes flicker over it.
"I guess I'm putting my life in your hands then." I shrugged, getting the better of him.
Jason sighed and began to slow down, still racing way over the speed limit, but at a speed that I was comfortable we weren't going to die at.
"Fuck, Y/n." He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up completely.
An awkward silence lingered for minutes, and it was almost suffocating.
I shook my head. "How did you know?" I mumbled eventually.
"How did I know what?"
"That I went to see your mom?" I looked back out the window, my stomach twisting in guilty knots.
"I saw you put the letter in my backpack when we were at the hotel, this morning, when I realised it was gone, I knew that's where you went. My guesses were confirmed when I saw Matt's van parked on my mother's driveway."
He shook his head. "You're fucking low, Y/n."
"I'm low?" I spun back around to face him. "Do I not have the right to know things about you?"
"There's some things that I don't want you to know." The anger in his voice made me flinch.
Jason pulled over at a car park for a restaurant and shook his head disapprovingly.
I glared at him. "Why did we stop?"
"So I can talk to you without ending up crashing Matt's van and getting us both killed," he returned my scowl. "When I say 'don't talk about my mother' it also means don't go wondering around my hometown and meeting my family. Do I make myself fucking clear?"
I rolled my eyes. "Don't talk to me like that, I'm not a kid."
Every word that slipped out my mouth seemed to provoke Jason even more.
"You're really testing me, Y/n."
"And you're really boring me, Jason."
Jason looked shocked. "I'm boring you?"
I hummed in response. "Does someone need a hearing-aid?"
"Shut the fuck up." It was obvious that he was surprised that I was no longer giving into him.
I was bored of letting him get the best of me all the time, I was bored of letting him walk all over me.
I bit my lip and smirked, satisfied with the reaction that I got out of this. "Make me."
Jason's lips were on mine the moment those words left my mouth.
It was forceful and quick, but it was how I liked it. He groaned, deepening the kiss.
"You really know how to get under my skin, baby girl." He growled, cupping my face in his hands.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and chuckled against his soft lips. "Maybe, but I'm not sorry about what I did." I told him.
He shook his head and kissed me harder, shoving his tongue down my throat lustfully.
I loved it when he did that, I loved the way every part of his mouth could make me feel.
Things heated up quickly, and within a matter of minutes, I felt his fingers hook under my shirt and began to pull it up.
I pulled back hastily and my hands flew down to his. "We can't do this here." I frowned.
Jason pecked my lips before replying. "Course we can."
I raised my eyebrows at him. "You'd have sex with me in a car?"
"I'd have sex with you anywhere," he attached his lips to my neck and chuckled, "And by the way, this is a van."
I rolled my eyes. "Shut up."
Jason un-clicked my seatbelt and pulled me into the back seat without giving me a chance to say anything else.
I wanted to ask if anyone would be able to see us, but then I realised that the windows were blacked out and I was so excited that I barely cared anyway.
Jason quickly discarded of my shirt and bra, and then fumbled with the zipper of my jeans.
"This would be way easier if you were wearing a skirt."
I shook my head. "I don't wear skirts."
He raised an eyebrow at me and managed to pull the material down my legs. "A dress then. Next time we fuck in a car, wear a dress baby."
"I'll be the judge of if there's going to be a next time." I breathed out.
He worked his hand between my thighs, rubbing me through the fabric of my panties with his palm.
I let out a quiet moan.
"Trust me babe, there will be."
He slipped his hand beneath the edge of my Calvin Klein thong and burrowed a long finger inside me. I squirmed and moaned louder and Jason chuckled against my lips. "You like that?"
"Yes," I wrapped my arms around his neck as he slowly thrusted his finger in and out. I whimpered at the simple, effective action that he was doing, but I craved more. "Jason." I breathed out against his neck, bucking my hips to feel more.
"What's the rush, babe?" He teased.
"I want you to fuck me." I whispered desperately. "Please."
Jason smirked and didn't hesitate to pull off his clothes, throwing away both his t-shirt and pants until he was only in his boxers.
My eager hands ran up and down his body and I happily helped him out of his Calvin's.
I wriggled out of my matching panties too, resulting in us both being totally naked.
Jason pressed himself into me without another word and I let out a loud moan, his hips rolled rhythmically and he scattered kisses along my collarbone, occasionally sucking and nipping at the delicate skin.
"Fuck babe, I can't stay mad at you." He groaned, picking up his pace and causing me to moan even louder.
"But I'm still not sorry." I said breathlessly, tangling my fingers in his hair.
"Is that so?" He groaned, before pulling out all the way and slamming back in.
I shrieked in an unbearable pleasure.
"What about now?"
"No," I giggled against his neck, panting quickly, he repeated his actions and my body jerked and my legs shook.
"How about now?" He smirked.
"No," My breathing quickened as Jason pulled out all the way once more and rammed himself back in. As much as I loved the feeling, I knew my body wouldn't be able to handle the amount of pleasure if he kept this up. Jason could tell that I was close to my release by the way my breathing was unbearably fast and how my body shook.
"What about now, baby?" He whispered in my ear, giving me chills as I helplessly panted. "Are you gonna say you're sorry?"
"Oh my go- I'm sorry, J-Jason." I whimpered, tangling my fingers in his hair.
He gave me a few more gentler thrusts before I felt the knot in my stomach untie and my whole body relaxed. I bit my lip to keep myself from squealing as we both came and Jason pulled out, practically flopping down on top of me.
We were both sweating and panting in the backseat of Matt's van.
Jason ran his hand through my hair.
"So, will there be a next time?"
I nodded helplessly.
"Definitely."
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