Prank (noun): Played to express true feelings [CW]

When you have lived for so many years, you knew where you belonged. You knew what was necessary and what wasn’t. Today, Oscar had chosen that it was time to speak to his opponent in the weapon industry. Killian Jones, the owner of Jones Corporation. He was such a cliché, Killian. Choosing his own name for his business. It made Killian to be easy to find. Especially with the high-rise building and his surname written across the top of it. Jones. Since it had been about twenty years ago since he had met with Killian in the United States of America, Oscar believed it was time for yet another meeting. So, young looking Oscar entered the head quarter of Jones Corporation and was immediately met with what he assumed to be an assistant or secretary. He didn’t recognize her, but she immediately knew who he was. “Mr. Addams, welcome. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” was the greeting that he was met with. Oscar pulled on a slight smile which was very visible that he didn’t care about her. He did not want to lie to the secretary. He didn’t need to tell her that it was no pleasure to meet her. “I… Can I help you, Mr. Addams?” she wondered tilting her head a little with her arms folded in front of herself.
A wider smirk appeared on his thin lips. ”I’m here for a meeting with Mr. Jones,” he said with a voice so smooth and delicate. He could see how the secretary had to catch her jaw to not throw herself at his feet. She nodded approvingly and somewhat frantically before she sent a message to Killian’s computer about a visit, though the message would only pop up if the computer was on. She told the vampire to go to the elevator, and the elevator would transport him to the office.
Finally hey reached the office. The elevator opened directly into the office - silently. Oscar raised his brows a little looking at all of the toilet paper, duct tape and what not. It looked like a mess, and he was just about to comment on it, when his senses caught onto a girl, a female shapeshifter. His eyes traveled and noticed her in the middle of messing up the whole office. She had probably already smelled him – or maybe not. He exited the elevator and started to approach her. “You know, I don’t think Mr. Jones appreciates this prank,” he said calmly. Things turned upside down, and pillows inside out. She had really had her fun. “How long has he been gone for?”

Oscar raised his brows a little as the young woman in front of him seemed to question what Oscar knew about what Mr. Jones liked or didn’t like. Oscar was quite sure that he knew exactly what the old fart liked and didn’t like. There was a reason the two of them had been rivals for so long. “I’ve known Mr. Jones for many, many years. I know what buttons to push,” he said with a sly smile on his lips. How much did he have to conceal for this woman? He thought to himself, that this woman must be one of Killian’s many daughters since she had been allowed into his office and somehow been allowed to do all of this.

Oscar tried to quite his short chuckle as she said she didn’t know how long he had been gone for, since she wasn’t his secretary. Which was easy to understand, but only left him wondering why the secretary hadn’t told him that Mr. Jones wasn’t here? Had he been a little too insisting?

He watched how she grabbed her things and seemed to be about to leave. He nodded a bit as he mentioned that he was in… Fiji. Really? He sighed as she moved around him and asked to show him out. “Addams. Oscar Addams,” he presented himself and turned towards her. “And you are sure you are done here, Ms.-?” he wondered, doing the same as her, fishing for her name. He wouldn't mind helping her do just a little more to this office.

He nodded slowly as she presented her name. It was a pretty name for once. Somehow him and his wives had to choose pretty names for their firstborn and not so pretty names for their second born. It made him wonder how old this girl was. He chuckled a little as she wondered what he could contribute to the office. He didn’t wish to reply to it, because his plans in a form of ‘prank’ would be to burn his office down or something alike. He couldn’t resist to smile a little as she mentioned she had other people to piss of. He raised an eyebrow as she winked at him. What did she want? The way she teased him into following her made him roll his eyes a little. How could she be so sweet and yet devious? She even allowed herself to wink at him again. He chose to follow her into the elevator, but as he got in, he didn’t stand professionally and wait for her to pick the floor they had to go to. No, No. She had teased him more than enough.

He approached her, getting into her personal space until she was standing with her back to the wall of the elevator. He let his arms frame around her, grabbing the support railing there was. “Which floor?” he wondered looking into her eyes.

She didn’t mind him being all up in her personal space, the way she kept her smile and playful look. Oscar was one of the persons who didn’t fear Killian but respected him – somewhat. Both of them were quite powerful and they each knew it. But Oscar had seen this Iris before, he was sure of it. So, it wasn’t really the fact that he wanted to do anything bad to her, but he just wanted to get her to know better. And if she was still happy, it might potentially piss of Killian. It was almost too perfect.

She continued to tease him; purring. It was no fair. He raised his brows a little as she mentioned she wanted the floor which led out of the building. He noticed how her eyes had roamed on his lips for a moment which made him pull on a slow smile, quite satisfied. She pushed the button for the floor they had to go to and it didn’t take long before the elevator started to go down.

He forced a short breath out his nose by her comment, “A little bit of both,” he replied. “Do you like to stare at men’s lips or are you just really attracted to me?” he returned the question moving his lips daringly closer to hers.

His eyes went to her lips as he got closer, and he noticed how she bit her lip. Interesting. He tried to remember what she did exactly that so he could use it for later. He could feel how their faces were extremely close to each other, feeling her breath on his skin. He made a humming and curious sound as she said that he was a very attractive man, but suddenly pulled away and got out of his small cage. He closed his eyes as she moved away and talked about elevators. He opened his eyes as he turned around to watch her and started to approach her as she exited the elevator. He could hear Killian’s son complain, and for a moment he thought about just talking business with him – but Iris had other plans. She grabbed his hand and pulled him with her. It was easy to follow her, and he couldn’t resist to smile by how she laughed at Cassian as the two of them ran down the stairs with Cassian’s voice as background noise.

Time flied with her, and he had no clue of how many or few flights of stairs they had run on, and suddenly he was pulled into a room and she quickly closed the door behind her. He smiled himself, but not as cheeky as her. “Are you really?” he asked laughing a little before he turned towards her. “Because I don’t think you’re sorry at all,” he teased and started to approach her standing by the door. “I think you just want trouble,” he said smoothly, “So, I am left wondering, how much trouble do you want and how much trouble am I going to be in, being with you?” he wondered and tilted his head a little.

He was quite happy that she answered truthfully about not being sorry for the trouble he was already in. For every breath she took he could hear multiple of her heart beating that clearly told him that she was filled with adrenaline from the small chase. Sweet. He didn’t cage her in like in the elevator, not yet at least. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting trouble, as long as you know the result or can predict the result of the trouble,” he said with a smile, already trying to predict what Killian would say to different scenarios.

His question made her lick her lips – softening them? She leaned closer to reply to his question with another. He breathed a little out in a short chuckle. It didn’t only depend on what he wanted. It depended on what she wanted to do and how she reacted to the things. He was about to lean closer to her, when she warned him about the video cameras in the whole building. “How much I dare?” he repeated and pulled a little back, “Sweetie, do you even know who I am to your father?” he asked her before he let one of his hands find its way to the front of her neck, resting just above her collarbones. “You father and I ain’t the best of pals and I was here to talk business with him,” he said and slowly let his hand slide up her throat. “I don’t care what he records of me doing, because frankly I could do whatever I wanted and it wouldn’t change much of our relationship,” he explained and licked his lips looking the side of her neck. “But I have taken a liking of you,” he explained and looked back up at her eyes, “You remind me of someone I once met,” he elaborated, “And I loved her, very, very deeply,” he said leaning closer to her, looking at her lips and slowing his speech. He looked back up into her eyes with a sigh which she would be able to feel on her skin. “So, what do you want, Iris?”

Yes, Oscar didn’t care what he was wearing when he went to talk to Killian. For the matter of fact, he felt it showed more power to turn up in whatever you wanted to than a suit. It showed that Oscar was so relaxed in his position, that he didn’t care. Of course, he could use resources to get dressed and all that, but why would he do that? To impress? Nah, Oscar’s name was more than enough to impress with. He couldn’t help but smile a little as she mentioned she had fallen asleep at the PowerPoint presentation her father had made about just how much he hated him. He loved that fact. Killian Jones had gone out of his way to make a specific PowerPoint to present his children why they needed to hate Oscar too. It was impressive.

She got slightly spooked by his touch which only widened his smile a bit and made him raise a brow a little as she let her face get more daring. To be fair, it almost seemed like she didn’t care about the fact that he was so ready to dig his teeth into her neck. Or, she did care, but not in the way people usually behaved and it was an odd feeling.

He raised his brows a little as she mentioned if it wasn’t him who liked the chase. It really depended on what kind of chase it was, but he figured it must’ve been a romantic chase she meant. He chuckled a little as she mentioned she was dating someone and therefore only could piss of people. He let his thumb slide from her throat up to her lips and let it glide over them. “Well then we can also piss of your partner too,” he said before leaned forward and kissed her gently on her lips.

For starters, it didn’t seem like she knew what he was plotting before he let their kiss meet ever so gently. She didn’t reciprocate it as he had believed she would and was about to pull his lips back when she pulled him closer but pulled her own lips away. A wider smile spread on his lips as she mentioned she believed he was the one in most trouble. Wasn’t he always that? He couldn’t really get to comment on it before she kissed him, and they both closed their eyes. He could almost feel how she melted in his cold touch.
It wasn’t like Oscar wasn’t the type to do whatever pleased him, but he had after all taken a liking of her, since she reminded him of someone else. He was sure of it. So, he didn’t wish to scare her away by just jumping into a wild kiss. No, he took it slow and gradually intensified the kiss. He wanted to convince himself that he could keep doing this forever, kissing her. But it was like he was being a string-doll. The hand which had caressed her lip found its way to hold around her jaw, and while his kisses traveled away from her mouth and down the left side of her neck his hand kept her from minimizing the space he had. His free hand traveled under her shirt to grab around the top of her hipbone to pin her to the door she had closed. With little to no warning, he let his teeth pierce through the delicate skin on her neck. His eyes had gotten more bright, and black veins had appeared under his eyes.

Her scream was almost like music to his ears. It was one of many thousand screams he had heard if that would even be enough. She pulled him closer, almost as if she enjoyed being bitten. She moaned, almost right into his ear, for once giving him shivers down his arms. He sighed pleasured. The hand on her jaw released itself and slid down along her torso until it could grab around her chest. He retracted his teeth and bit his own tongue, letting it slide over her wounds, making her wounds close immediately, and did his on his tongue. His lips were slightly redder now and his eyes only half open.
With no hesitation he leaned in to kiss her lips again while his hands started to pull of her jacket and right after let his cold hands slide underneath her t-shirt again to run the shirt up her body to leave her topless.

He liked that she reciprocated the kiss and helped undress torso. He smiled back at her, and slowly let his eyes devour her body, slowly glancing down her pretty and delicate skin, letting his fingers slowly trace where his eyes went.

His eyes didn’t leave her body as she mentioned she had a question for him. He was busy noticing beatymarks, freckles, scars and what else her body could be carrying. As she finally spoke her question, he looked up at her immediately. “Yes,” he said pulling on a slight smile, “What’s not to like?” he popped a little smirk and let his hands unzip the hoodie he was wearing and let it fall onto the ground. “Are you nervous or afraid?” he wondered letting his hands grab onto her hands, leading them to where his pants and shirt met. She could choose herself if she would prefer him to keep more clothing on and just get too it or if she wanted to pull the two shirts of he was wearing. His hands would then travel teasingly up her arms until they reached her neck, where he would make sure no hair was in front of her shoulders.

Oscars smile only got satisfied wider as she mentioned she lived for adrenaline. Then she just needed to be thrown into the moment. He should let her adrenaline pump like crazy. It also explained why she reacted the way she reacted to his bite. The way she moved on the other hand, with slowly taking his shirts off him, made him know that she wasn’t busy to experience everything. She took her time. Good thing that Oscar had all the time he needed, unless someone would barge in. She took her time and let her warm fingers slide over his slim body. One hand traveled to her hip, and the other to the lock behind her, turning it. His eyes didn’t leave hers. His hands then found their way underneath her bum so he could lift her over to a table. While he moved her, he made sure to kiss her, and keep her occupied. If this was her first time, she might not be able to stand if she wished to enjoy herself – and he would definitely do everything to make sure she would reach her climax her first time. After all, he did have a good amount of experience.

He sat her down on the table and let his hands find their way behind her back, so they could support her, while he continued to kiss her and slowly work down her neck, collarbone and to her breasts.

Everything about her told him that she wanted to continue. The sounds she made, how she followed his every move, pushed her body towards his and her body only getting warmer under his cold touch. It was incredible what the purely living body was capable of. She started to work on his pants, which led a confident chuckle leave him. His pants were quite loose, and as soon as she had loosened the belt, they actually fell to the ground, leaving him with his pants around his ankles and only wearing his underwear. He continued his kisses on her torso, even when she let her nails grace over his skin and into his hair.

Way before it actually knocked on the door, Oscar had caught onto the fact that people were looking for Iris. But she was perfectly fine in his company. There was absolutely no reason to search for her, even though he guessed her older half brother might be worried, and if he wasn’t worried for Iris, then maybe worried for Killian’s reaction when he figured out what had happened while he was gone. To fucking Fiji. What a man. But it knocked on the door and Oscar made sure to give her chest some teasing. Biting, licking and simple ice-cold kisses. Iris on the other hand seemed to have other plans and pulled him back up to her, him following for once. “Alright,” he mumbled between one of the many fierce and passionate kisses before he let his hands seek down her back to her pants. Having the strength he had, he simply lifted her with one and let the pants slide underneath her before he put her down. His lips left hers, but only to take her pants completely off. He wanted her to be able to place her legs exactly where she felt it was the best and not be limited by some stupid clothing. Being a somewhat respectful man, Oscar didn’t want to ruin her clothing and leave her to wander around half naked because he couldn’t contain himself.
As she was completely undressed, except for the shoes she carried, he leaned down between her legs and started kissing her thighs. Slow, passionate and teasing. No, he wasn’t about to ‘make love to her’ but he wasn’t just… Okay, depending on how much she could take, he might actually fuck her brains out as the youngsters said nowadays. He moved closer and closer to her entrance and nibbled her skin, some harder than others. As if it had been an eternity, he finally reached her entrance and her pleasure pearl and worked on it for quite a while, making sure everything was lubricated and teased. He got back up and leaned closer to her, kissing her. He got his underwear down and grabbed his member, letting it slide up against her, hopefully preparing her mentally. Not that he thought she wasn’t ready, but it might have been the adrenaline talking to her. If she didn’t complain he would let himself slide into her. He let their lips part to make sure she didn’t pull on a face or felt uncomfortable.

Her sigh was definitely an approval that she liked what he did to her, and it only made him want her more. He could almost hear how she tried to keep herself down as if she was nervous about someone finding them. But as he got to the precious part of going down on her, it seemed like she wasn’t that nervous at all as she gasped loudly. She did just really enjoy adrenaline. He hummed a little to tell her that he liked what she was doing, even though it was just reactions to his doings.

He didn’t mind her opening her eyes, but he could feel her lashes as she did so, which made him peek a little. He wanted to see how she reacted when he actually took her virginity. A loud gasp and almost a moan. A smile curled up on his lips and he started moving. He started quite slow, mostly to tease her and let her feel the whole length of his member. He was quite sure that it was something different than if she had just touched herself or used toys, but of course, he couldn’t be sure. As it seemed like she was enjoying herself more and more he picked up the pace and let one of his hands find her shoulder to support her, and the other hold around her hip to withstand his thrusts. After all, he did contain quite a lot of strength being a vampire, compared to her soft little shapeshifter body. Knowing his body very well, he didn’t give her too much or too quick. He wished for her to have a great time and to be able to stand just a little bit by herself when she had had a break at some point. After all, he couldn’t escort her to any room where she could rest – she had to walk around when they were done. But he also aimed for her being too tired to go anywhere.