Smokin’ Hot [M4A] [M!Ares x MC]
Based on @owletowo’s doodle of M!Ares in a turtleneck sweater!
Warning: Contains spoilers on appearances.
A/N: Alternative title: I’m simping Owlet’s art so hard, her doodling one of the ROs in my game leads to a long snippet of them. :’D
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Sometimes, it slips my mind just how attractive my boyfriend can be.
Especially in a sleeveless turtleneck, leather jacket and fingerless gloves.
There’s photographers, make-up artists and backdrop handlers running back and forth. It’s an environment I never thought I’ll be in.
And, if I’m being honest, this is making my introvert self all the more nervous.
And Ares seems to agree with me, considering how he had been quite annoyed of being chosen to model for Evana, Mythos’s main designer.
“Okay, that’s a good shot! This should be enough.”
“Finally.” Ares’s expression hardens as he practically rips the cigarette out of his mouth, disgust visible on his masculine face before he turns to Hermes. “How the fuck do you deal with this shit?”
Hermes, amused, snickers at his friend’s plight. “It takes the edge off for me.”
“Not from how I took it.” Ares grimaces. “Tastes like eating raw wasabi.”
I probably would have asked for the backstory for that one. But my mind and eyes keep wandering over to that tight-fitting turtleneck on him, the way it details the shape of his abs and how the bare muscles of his arms flex with each movement.
The sight would have been perfect if it wasn’t for the group of models at the corner of my eyes.
There’s a party of four in one corner. Two males, two females – all fabulously beautiful, one would say. I recognize them from various other magazines, something about upstart models or up and coming stars.
And right now, all of them are glancing at our direction with such doe-eyed expressions.
I tear my eyes away from the sight and scowl.
I’m just grateful I have my wrap glasses on to avoid the windows popping up; As a model, they’re bound to have Instagram accounts and half-truth information about them.
It’s like seeing spam all around them.
“[Name]?”
I blink out of my thoughts and feel heat rising to my cheeks upon realize Ares staring at me, up close and personal.
“O-Oh. Sorry.” I blink, my heart beating like a drum.
“You doin’ alright?” Ares places a hand on my shoulder. Despite the hoodie I chose to put on, creating a thick barrier of fabric between his hand and my skin, I can still feel the warmth of his palm against me. I swallow, my mouth a little dry.
“Ye…Yeah, I’m…I’m good.”
Ares gives a thoughtful stare for a moment, then he lifts his hand and gestures to the direction of the dressing room. “I’m gonna change and then we can get the fuck out. You good with that?”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I’m all for it.” I already feel the need to get home already. “Take your ti-”
My words cut off from his lips against mine, deep and hard enough to make my head tilt back slightly. The assertive move forces my eyes to widen, then they begin to close from Ares stroking my lower lip with his tongue in permission for entry. My eyes are halfway closing by the time I part my lips the slightest bit.
Ares tackles that chance, filling my mouth with the taste of his tongue and saliva.
“Mmph…!” I reach up to clutch onto one of his sleeves, torn between pulling him closer to consume further in the kiss or tug it in a pathetic attempt to pull him away.
Though the latter is starting to be less and less tempting…
Ares pulls away and I, in my dazed state, lean in as if to catch that kiss again. I don’t even realize my fingers tugging him to come back until I hear him chuckle, making me blink for a moment before warmth courses up to my face.
I almost apologize for my actions, but Ares beats me to it with a stroke of his hand against my cheek and a low murmur that leaves a rumble in his voice.
“Sooner you let me go change,” he leans in again, this time to ghost his lips along the edge of my cheek, “sooner we can continue where we left off. Okay?”
My short-circuiting brain manages to restart enough cells for me to respond with a nod. A wide smile spreads Ares’s face.
“That’s my cadet.” He finally pulls back, but the impressionable heat still lingers with me. “I’ll catch you later.”
I don’t even pull my eyes away from Ares as I watch him make his way to the dressing room. A sense of satisfaction fills me when I see the modelling group gawking, probably unable to believe an attractive man like Ares would get on with me.
I privately smirk to myself.
“Jesus, I’m so glad I’m riding with Dionysus out of here.” Hermes pipes up with an exasperated tone, which leads to me finally realizing Ares and I didn’t come here alone…which also leaves my cheeks burning hotly with embarrassment. I turn to him.
“I-Sorry.”
“As if.” Hermes flashes me a rebellious grin. “Don’t play the innocent act with me.” He leans back in his seat, his golden locks rustling from the movement. “If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t be all happy about showing off your relationship with Ares.”
I swallow, nervously. “Was I that obvious?”
“Obvious?” Hermes laughs. “I think even Zeus would catch your sour mood.”
Which is translation for even an absolutely blind person can see it.
I give out a sigh, mainly to expel the heat against my cheeks. “Speaking of Zeus,” I look around the place. “Where is he?”
Hermes rolls his eyes. “Probably helping Evana in measuring and cutting the fabric. And seeing how Dionysus is helping out the staff out of the goodness of his heart, it’ll be a while before I get a ride back to base.”
“Do you want to hitch a ride with me and Ares then?”
“Nah.” Hermes waves a hand at me. “I plan to check out the tech around here to make sure nothing’s wrong. Besides, I’ll probably end up getting in between your opportunity to stake your claim on him.”
The vermillion heat courses back up to my face again. Damn it, I just got it back down!
“We’re not that shameless.”
Hermes scoffs. “Tell me that when you’re not openly drooling over Ares in any outfit that isn’t showing off his muscles.”
I groan and don’t even bother with trying to deny him. Knowing Hermes, he’ll have a way to poke me again and it’ll just backfire on me spectacularly.
So we sit side by side, watching the photographers and models conversing with each other. After a few minutes of silence, Hermes pipes up with a conversation, which is rare in and of itself.
“You’re lucky Ares is into that.”
I blink. “Into what?”
“You being jealous.” Hermes crosses one leg over the other. “He most likely finds it hot.”
“And…you know this how?”
At this, Hermes has a look of scepticism. “You’re joking, right?”
“Joking about what?”
Hermes opens his mouth in preparation to respond…But he ends up looking up and grins. “Well, well, you sure changed fast.”
I turn my head around to find Ares standing behind me. Though he’s still wearing the sleeveless turtleneck, he has a dark red wool jacket with a faux fur collar on and the leather, ripped jeans is exchanged for the casual dark blue jeans.
He shrugs. “Evana said I can keep the turtleneck and consider it a gift.”
“A gift for you or a gift for [Name]?”
The implication is enough for me to stand up. “Well, I think it’s about time we get going, right?”
“Oh, of course, of course. I’m sure you two have important plans in mind.”
It takes every fibre of my being to not look at Hermes; I’m certain he’s grinning like the cat that caught the canary right now.
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“So, is this a regular occurrence?”
Ares and I are riding the elevator down for the parking lot. After passing by
“Nah.” Ares answers casually. “Evana rarely calls on for our help. Only reason why they would now is probably because of you.”
Well, can’t say I’m surprise if that’s the reason; Evana has always wanted me to model their fashion collection. Something about me possessing a ‘rare charm’?
“I’m just surprise Evana asked you to model this time. You look pretty natural.”
“Ha!” Ares shakes his head. “Far from it. I’m used to doing the model thing ‘cause Evana had me help out from time to time when I was younger. Still felt like I’m being hunted though, so I can’t say I enjoy the attention.” Then he glances at me, which a smirk plays on his lips. “Well, unless the one hunting me is looking to be hunted in the end.”
I clear my throat at that, my eyes trying to face forward. But I can tell from the side, where one wall of the elevator reflects back at us, that Ares is enjoying my reaction. “Down, boy.” I tell him helplessly, knowing such a comment only has the opposite effect.
The elevator finally stops and opens the doors. We step out, going through the room and then out of the doors to the large parking lot. We only take a turn to walk down before Ares asks me.
“What about you?”
I raise a brow at him. “What about me?”
“You ever done the whole modelling gig or hang out with the popular groups?”
I cringe. “No thanks. I rather go out and get myself into a fight or two than spend three hours to let someone do make up and hair for some short-lived photography.” I scan the parking lot for familiar hints of the direction we’re going, make sure we’re on our way, before turning back to Ares. “Plus, they’re not my type of crowd.”
“Really?”
I raise a brow at the shock in his voice. “Why do you sound so surprise?”
Ares frowns. “That’s ‘cause…” His steps slow to a stop. And he stares.
I stop as well and wait for him to continue. When it’s clear he isn’t, I ask. “‘Cause…?”
Ares’s eyelids lower, an unknown gaze in them. But I feel a sort of heat from it. I’m not sure if it’s excitement or worry that courses to me. Then Ares turns to facing the front and starts walking again. “Never mind. It ain’t that important.”
“What?” I ask, flabbergasted. I run to catch up with him. “You can’t just ask all shock and then leave me high and dry about the reason!”
Ares looks over his shoulder just as I’m right behind him. He has a smirk on his face, much more natural than when he had been behind the camera. “I can leave you high but definitely not dry.”
The suggestive tone in his voice ignites a burst of flames upon my face. My voice box just seems to combust from the image in my head. Ares has stop walking but he still sprouts that smug expression.
Regaining my senses, I finally notice the car within our sight. I don’t let him see my face by stomping past him, keeping my face down. “L-Let’s…! Let’s just go home!”
A laugh leaves him, rumbly and deep.
It’s enough for my whole body to shiver with glee.
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Ares’s P.O.V
Ares watches you walk away, sighing through his nose.
He probably should have told you why he was shocked about your answer, that he can’t see you as anything but everything beautiful in the world. But the idea of telling you about what the models talked about you is enough to shackle his possessive need, especially after seeing how hard you had glared at them.
He could tell it had been jealousy – after all, he was jealous too from heightening his hearing and overhearing what the models gossiped about.
“Did you see the guy in that turtleneck? He looks so good.”
“Yeah, but what about the one in the hoodie?”
“Oh, the one next to him?”
“Yeah! They look so good in casual. Imagine how they would look in a sleeveless turtleneck.”
“Fuck, don’t you start! I’m already picturing them in that new swimwear collection next summer…”
A growl rumbles in his throat at the memory, his gaze narrowing. Like fuck he’ll let them get that sight.
But what confuses him more is the fact you don’t seem to notice.
It was either you’re oblivious of the infatuation and admirers you got, or you’re pretending not to. But judging by the strong scowl on your face, you might be misunderstanding something.
Given how the models kept glancing in your direction, Ares can draw one conclusion.
He had resisted the urge to kiss you then. That’s fucking adorable.
Then what one of the models said next threw that resistance out of the god damn cliff and into an inferno.
“I think I’ll ask for their number. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
And how wrong that model was. He doesn’t even bother trying to know which model – to him, any of them in that little group of theirs is looking to approach you. The amount of smug pride he had when he walk past the models’ shocked expressions to the dressing room was exponentially massive.
He runs his tongue along the top row of his teeth subtly, his icy blue orbs glinting at the memory of your dazed eyes and your fingers trembling against the sleeve of the jacket.
Those models were running their mouth off, but they definitely left Ares the idea of you in a sleeveless turtleneck, with the leather jacket halfway down their arms. Then there’s the skinny jeans, fingerless gloves too.
Until that image shifts to you being under him, panting and arching your back, making that turtleneck tighten up-
“You coming?”
Ares looks at you, seeing the curious gaze and oblivious beauty that you don’t seem to realize, dressed in their comfortable hoodie and casual pants. He chuckles and shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, much to your confusion.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m comin’.”
