“Oh my god, I frickin love this one!” Zoe said excitedly as Harry Potter and the goblet of fire began to play on the TV.
You and your boyfriend Joe were staying with Zoe and Alfie for a few nights at their house. It had been a while since you had seen them so it was quite nice to catch up and spend some time with them.
However, Alfie was out late with Sean and Dave as they were working on a van, turning it into a campervan or something. So you and Zoe had decided to have a girly night and watch some films, of course you both had popped out to M&S beforehand to get some snacks. Joe left you both to it as he had some editing to do, so Zoe had run him a bath and he was upstairs editing in the spare room – where you and Joe were staying.
“I always found this one really scary though.” You said to Zoe, pulling the blanket closer to your body.
“Yeah, if you think about it these films are actually quite scary.” Zoe pointed out.
“I mean… If I get scared watching them then I can imagine lots of other people do.”
Time went by as you and Zoe watched the film. Nala was asleep next to Zoe on the sofa and Alfie still wasn’t back yet. You checked the time.
“How is it half 11 already?” You said, not quite believing how fast the time has gone.
When there was no reply, you looked over at Zoe to find her fast asleep on the sofa. Typical.
You watched about 15 minutes more of the Harry Potter film before your phone buzzed. It was Joe.
‘What you doing? X’
You didn’t reply, the film was almost over so you would go up and see him soon. About 2 minutes later your phone buzzed again.
Joe hardly ever put kisses in texts unless he was missing you or in a loving mood.
‘Come to bed x’
This made you smile. You were feeling quite tired and would love nothing more right now than to go and see your boyfriend. The film was almost over so you decided to head up. You thought about waking Zoe, but decided against it as she’d probably wake up soon or Alfie will wake her when he gets home.
You folded the blanket you were using and placed it on the edge of the sofa. You silently walked out of the living and through the kitchen. You got up the first flight of stairs and opened the door to the spare room, revealing a half naked Joe in his boxers laying beside his laptop on the bed.
“Finally!” He smiled up at you, placing his laptop on the floor and stretching his arms out to you.
“How’s editing going?” You asked, shutting the door and moving over to him.
“Fine, but I missed you.” He pouted and pulled you by your wrists so you got onto the bed next to him.
“Aw babe. I missed you.” You replied, even though you were only apart for 2 hours or so and you were just downstairs.
He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his body, you wrapped your arms around his exposed waist.
“Joe!” You laughed when you felt something hard poke into your leg.
“I know, I really need you right now.” He told you truthfully.
“Well we’re in your sisters house so I don’t think so babe.” You laughed, getting up off the bed and into the en suite bathroom to brush your teeth.
“Fuck sake.” You heard Joe sigh as you walked away from him.
However, when you were almost done brushing your teeth you heard a light moan. Was he really doing this right now?
“Y/N.” You heard your boyfriend moan out. Even though you had just told him you wouldn’t do this with him here, you couldn’t help but feel very aroused at the thought of Joe touching himself to the thought of you.
You walked back into the bedroom and switched off the bathroom light. Joe was sat up, leaning against the head board with a hand wrapped around himself. His boxers were now on the floor. Even though this was the last situation that you would like to be in, you couldn’t deny that the sight in front of you made you weak at the knees. Joe’s eyes were drooping from the pleasure he was giving himself. His eyes never left you as he pumped his length at a steady pace.
“Please.” He whimpered.
That was all it took for you slip off your pyjamas and leave them on the floor at the end of the bed. Joe watched you the whole time you were getting undressed, and when you were finally fully naked, he picked up the pace of his hand movements.
“Can you honestly not wait?” You laughed, climbing onto the bed once again.
“I’m so fucking horny.” He groaned, finally moving from his position so that he could lean forward and press his lips against yours.
Lips still attached, Joe flipped you around so now your back was against the mattress and he was hovering over your exposed body.
Your hands went to Joe’s chest, feeling up and down his toned stomach. This was one of your favourite things about Joe – his abs were so defined and you loved it. One of his hands went next to your head to hold himself up, and the other went to the head board of the bed.
You broke the kiss and stared up at Joe with a smirk. He sent you a confused look.
“What?” He asked.
“I just really love you.”
“Well, Y/N, I love you so much more,” He smiled, kissing you again. “But we’ve got to be quiet.”
Without warning, Joe pushed himself into you. You had to hold yourself back from letting out a moan. You were so used to having sex with Joe at home and making as much nose as you wanted, when you had sex somewhere like this you always struggled to keep quiet.
It’s because Joe knew exactly how to make you feel good. Considering you’ve been together for around 2 years now, Joe knew your body. He loved to make you shake so hard when you cum and to scream out his name. Sex with him was always and intense and you loved it.
He rocked in and out of you, each thrust getting harder. The feeling of Joe’s bare skin on your own was such an intimate feeling which is why you were on the pill. It was such a nice feeling to have Joe completely inside you without a condom, it made the pleasure even more enjoyable and it made you feel closer to him.
“Babyyyy…” Joe moaned into your shoulder before nipping at the bare skin.
You took Joe’s hand that was holding onto on the head board and laced your fingers together. He gave your hand a squeezed and let out a gentle moan, trying his hardest not to make too much noise. Joe’s moans were the most angelic thing you’ve ever heard and you would do anything right now to hear his moans and groans echo throughout the room.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making Joe stop his actions immediately. When the handle went down, he pulled out of you as quickly as he could and pulled the covers over you both, making it look casual. Thankfully, he was quick enough.
“Y/N?” Zoe opened up the door as she rubbed her tired eyes. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on the sofa!”
“I know! I mean… can’t say I was surprised!” You laughed.
You could hear Joe panting next to you, trying to catch his breath. His cheeks were red but Zoe didn’t suspect anything.
“We’ll have to have another girly night again soon, and I promise I won’t fall asleep.”
“Ok, Zoe, I’ll believe it when I see it.” You laughed.
“I won’t!” She defended.
“Is Alfie still not back?” You asked.
“No, I’m think I’m going to ring him in a minute though. What are they doing? Surely they can’t get much done in the dark.” As Zoe spoke, you felt Joe’s hand trail up your thigh.
You didn’t think anything of it until he kept on getting closer and closer to your centre.
“Yeah, he’ll probably be back soon though.” You said to Zoe.
Joe’s fingers went to your clit, gently rubbing his fingertips against the sensitive area. You sucked in a breath, feeling uncomfortable with the situation but also still very horny.
“How many days has he been doing it for?” Joe piped up. You squeezed the duvet in your hand as Joe slid his middle finger into you.
“This is the third, I think they’re planning on finishing it on Saturday.” Zoe told her brother and he nodded.
“It’s quite cool that they’re doing this though,” He replied, sliding his finger in and out of you as you bit your bottom lip, trying your absolute hardest to refrain from moaning.
“I think it’s amazing! I can’t wait to see what it looks like when they’ve finished it,” Zoe said. “Well, I’m going to bed now so night you two.”
“Night, Zo.” Joe said, using her nickname.
“G-goodnight.” You literally almost face palmed yourself as you stuttered over your words.
“You alright Y/N?” As Zoe asked this, Joe added another finger.
“I’m fine.” You quickly said as Joe finger fucked you.
“Ok,” Zoe sent you an odd look. “Night!”
“I fucking hate you, Sugg.” You said to Joe as soon as Zoe shut the door.
“You hate me?” He repeated. “Looks like you don’t want me to finish you off then.”
Joe’s fingers left you and you whined at the loss of contact.
“Shut up and fuck me.” You groaned.
“Of course, m’lady.” Joe chuckled, hovering over you and finishing you both off.
Summary: “So grab me by the neck and don’t you ever let go, mess me up so good until I’m begging for more”
Word Count: 5317
Warnings: Sex, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Swearing
Author’s note: This is the first time I’ve ever written smut, besides that tiny thing in the Conor imagine I posted last night, so please please please let me know how you like it. Also this is the longest imagine I’ve ever posted whoops.
going to shatter that fucking thing if you’re not careful.”
your head around at the sound of your best friend’s voice, having not even
realised that your grip on your glass had become worryingly tight. You gave him
a sheepish smile as you looked up at Conor’s face, so different to that of his
brother’s, and yet with the same piercing eyes that seemed to draw you in every
god damn time. “Dunno what you’re on about,” you mumbled as you turned back to
where you had been looking before, unsurprised at the lack of change in the
scene in front of you.
“Just go and
bloody talk to him,” Conor groaned as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders
comfortingly. He had watched you and his little brother dance around your
feelings for each other for the better part of two years now and he was getting
right sick of it. All those secret glances when you thought nobody was looking
and avoiding each other when the other had someone of the opposite sex around,
it was beyond ridiculous. He had thought that after you and Jack had kissed at
the Christmas party last month, that things would finally improve but they hadn’t,
your relationship had merely shifted from ‘just friends’ to ‘just friends with
benefits’ and as much as he was thankful that you were finally getting laid and
working out some of that aggression, he could see how much it was hurting you,
and he wasn’t okay with that.
block the master? I don’t think so,” you scoffed bitterly, your fingers
tightening around the base of your glass again. You knew that the situation you
had going at the moment wasn’t ideal, but it was Jack. You had waited so long
for him to see you as more than his brother’s best mate and now he did but it
was non-exclusive. You knew that you should respect yourself enough to get out
but you couldn’t, if this was all that you could have with him, then that was
what you would have. It hurt though, being with him between the sheets and then
seeing him with pretty girls in the streets.
that’s enough!” Conor’s voice almost shocked you into dropping your glass, you
looked up at him with wide eyes as he pried the glass out from between your
fingertips and placed in on the table behind you before offering you his hand. “Come
on,” he urges you, wriggling his own fingers teasingly, “You and I are gonna go
get a drink, and then we’re gonna go and dance, and you’re gonna forget all
about my little brother and his tiny dick,” he smirked at you, making you laugh
slightly before placing your hand in his and letting him tug you back towards
you had often wondered whether you were chasing the wrong Maynard. Conor had
been your best friend for the better part of the past three years and you spent
a lot of time together. He was handsome and charming and hilarious and sweet
when he wanted to be, and you had drunkenly hooked up before so you knew he was
a good kisser. Somehow though, you knew it just would be right. Because every
single time the thought crossed your mind, you thought of Jack and you just
couldn’t fathom being with anyone else.
you to the opposite side of the bar, far away from where Jack was currently
chatting up some pretty blonde with double d’s who would plaster the news of
their hook up across twitter/Instagram/snapchat/etc tomorrow. You could never
take your eyes off of him, and especially not when he looked as unfairly
gorgeous as he did tonight. It wasn’t until his eyes flickered to yours and
that signature smirk spread across his face that you looked away, refocusing on
your best friend and the alcohol in front of him.
You let out
a loud groan when you noticed that Conor had ordered a round of tequila shots
each for the both of you. Tequila had always been the one alcohol that would
send you under the table, having been your university room mates poison of
choice; any other alcohol and you could generally hold your own but Tequila was
the one which would have you yelling drunkenly at Jack within the hour. “Conor,
really?” you whined at your best friend, “You know Tequila is my weakness, I’ll
be all over you in an hour,” you joked, having already accepted your fate as
you picked up the shot.
shrugged, “If that’s what happens, then it happens, no regrets,” he winked at
you before picking up his own shot, the both of you throwing the shots back
before slamming the glasses down on the bar. You grinned at him as you noticed
his face twisting into a grimace at the taste of the tequila, knowing full well
that he had only chosen the liquor in order to get you drunk. You could already
feel yourself lightening up at the alcohol pumping through your veins. “Feel
better now?” he asked you as he chugged back the vodka and soda in his hand,
obviously keen to rid his mouth of the foul taste.
You let out
a small giggle as you nodded, wrapping
your arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly, “Thank you,”
you whispered to him, before holding out your hands, “Come on then!” you said
loudly, “Thought you promised me a dance, Maynard?” you grinned at him, your
smile growing as he slipped his hands into yours, tugging you into him for a
tight hug before pulling you in the direction of the dance floor.
to look behind you to where you could feel Jack’s eyes burning into your
backside; if he wanted to use you and then throw you away then fine, he wasn’t
the only one who could draw attention on the dance floor, and you were going to
make sure of it, besides, was it just you, or was Conor looking particularly
bar, Jack could barely believe his eyes. You never drank tequila when you went
out, you always skipped out on it when the boys organised shots, so why on
earth would you down four shots with Conor? And why the hell were you letting
him drag you onto the dance floor right now? The only person who you ever dance
with when you went out was him, he was the only one who you let put their hands
looked that good when they had gotten there? Had that dress always hugged your
frame that fantastically? He gulped down the remainder of his joke and tried
focusing on the girl in front of him, she had caught his eye when he’d come up
here before, with her large chest and long curvy legs, but the longer he looked
at her, the more he noticed the flaws in her appearance. Her eyes were dull and
surrounded by too much eyeliner, they didn’t sparkle like yours did, he couldn’t
see the emotions flash through them like he did in yours when you would lay in
bed with him and tell him stories about from before you’d met him and the boys.
Her lips were flat and looked sticky with lip gloss, they weren’t plump and red
like yours always seemed to be, even more so after he had been kissing you.
He tried to
pay attention to her, tried to focus on the way her lips moved, tried to
imagine the way they would wrap around his cock like yours had this morning
when he’d had you in the shower, but he merely cringed at the thought of her
touching him like that. His eyes flitted over to where he could see you and
Conor on the dance floor and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head, rage
pumping through his blood stream and making him nearly blind with unadulterated
You had your
back to Conor’s chest as you guys danced to the overly loud EDM song which was
pumping out of the speakers, your head was thrown back against his shoulder as
you giggled at something that he was saying into your ear. Jack had no clue
what his brother was saying, but he was pretty sure that whatever it was, wasn’t
innocent. He clenched his fists together at his side as he watched Conor’s
hands slide down to your hips, knowing god damn well that you didn’t wear
proper underwear under that particular dress because of visible panty lines.
when he saw Conor’s head drop down and press to the crook of your neck, right
where Jack knew that special spot was,
the one that would drive you absolutely wild when Jack latched onto it. He was
ditching the girl and surging across the bar towards the dance floor before he
could second guess himself; all he knew was that he needed to get between the
two of you before you ended up in Conor’s bed by the end of the night, because
you were his.
It was a
reasonably small and cosy club that the gang had found themselves in tonight,
as opposed to some of the bigger ones that they frequented, so it didn’t take
long until Jack was in front of you, and wanting to knock that dumb smirk right
off of his older brothers face. You didn’t notice that Jack was there until he
was right in front of your face, but as soon as he was, you barely registered
that Conor was even there. A smile lit up your entire face that had Jack’s
stomach doing backflips, you were so happy all of the time, how on earth could
he even consider someone else?
squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, having to stand on
your tip toes to wrap them around him properly. You could feel the warmth of
him seeping in through your clothes as you buried your face into his neck like
you always did. “Conor was just telling me the funniest story!” you giggled as
you pulled back, whipping your head around to confirm the story, only to find
that Conor was nowhere to be seen, “Hey where’d he go?” you pouted as you
turned back to face Jack, only to find he had a peculiar look in his eye that
you couldn’t quite decifer.
realised for the first time how close you were to him, “What happened to that
girl?” You asked him curiously as he pulled you into his body, his arms wrapped
tightly around your lower waist, “Looked like you two were really hitting it
off,” you commented as your arms wrapped around his neck loosely, one hand
tangling in his blonde strands as the other lingered around the hem of his
shirt, the very shirt you had torn off of him this time last week.
chuckled slightly as he bent his head down to be closer to you, “Why? Is
someone jealous?” he asked, his mouth hot against your ear as his warm breath
washed over your neck, making you subconsciously press yourself closer to him.
You bit back a moan as he tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth gently before
pressing a kiss to the spot behind your ear. He pulled back to gauge your
reaction and wasn’t surprised when he noticed you rolling your eyes, despite
the deep and dark blush on your face.
He brushed his
lips against your jaw bone softly, barely even a whisper of a kiss against your
skin, “You know you’re the only girl for me,” he murmured against your skin,
dragging his mouth across your jaw and down your neck slowly, occasionally using
his teeth to nip at the spots he knew were sure to set you off. He smirked
against your skin when he felt your breath hitch, latching his mouth onto the
special spot and giving in a particularly hard suck.
breathlessly, using the hand that was in his hair to pull him away from you, “Last
time I checked, this,” you gestured between the two of you, “was non-exclusive,
that’s what you wanted, right?” you asked innocently. You were riling him up
and you knew it, for some reason, he was being all weird and possessive and you
were gonna revel in it for as long as you possibly could. You let out a squeak
when he used his arms around your waist to haul you into him, your hips pressed
together tightly as he growled into your ear.
pretend that this is just sex, you know it and I know it, so don’t give me that
shit,” he hissed against you before sinking his teeth into that special spot
and making you throw your head back, your nails digging into the exposed skin
of his shoulder as you pressed the whole length of your body against him,
feeling his hardness press into your stomach firmly as he rutted against you.
a frustrated huff, you used your hands to tug his head up harshly, both of you
breathing heavily as you looked at each other, his cheeks already red with the
arousal that was pressed against your stomach, as well as the dampness that you
could feel pooling in between your legs. “So are you just gonna talk shit or
are you gonna actually do something about it?” you challenged him with a raised
eyebrow. You knew exactly how to bait him, the same way he knew how to drive
He let out a
low growl as he yanked you into him, his hands caged around your face as he
kissed you harshly. You moaned into his mouth softly as you gripped his shirt
in your hands, nipping at his bottom lip playfully as he kissed you with a
bruising intensity. You let out a soft gasp as one of his hands slid from the
back of your neck, down to your ass, squeezing you roughly. You felt him smirk
against your mouth as your mouth fell open slightly, slipping his tongue in
between your lips and deepening the kiss.
There was no
denying it, the boy knew how to use his mouth, he was a phenomenal kisser, and
was even better at using his mouth on other areas of your body. Right now you
weren’t concerned about his mouth though, you were more interested with the
rather hard appendage that he was currently grinding into your hip. The boy was
hung as hell, and there was no getting around it. Memories of this morning came
flashing through you like a flood, the memory of waking up with his head
between your thighs making you whimper into his mouth, that boy knew all of you
secret spots and was not shy about any of it.
pulled back from you, biting his lip at the sight of you looking up at him with
pupils blown wide and lips swollen and bright red, the memory of you looking up
at him from between his legs this morning making him swallow back a groan. He
pressed his mouth against your ear again, “C’mon, let me take you home, you
know I’ll make it worth your while,” he groaned into your ear, sending a sharp
surge of pleasure shooting down your spine. Pulling back to see your reaction,
he let out a relieved breath of hot air as you nodded quickly, his hand
latching onto yours and tugging you behind him as you both made your way out of
the sweltering hot club.
grip that he had on your hand did not escape your notice as he pulled you out
of the club and into a cab outside, letting out a deep breath as he slumped
against the seat on one side. “What in the hell has gotten into you?” you
demanded, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your body to look at
him, furrowing your eyebrows together tightly as you moved your eyes over his
physique. You didn’t want to stay on one part too long, otherwise you’d become
distracted by the different parts of his body that reminded you how beautiful
You let out
a squeak as he wrapped hand around your waist, hauling you over to his side of
the cab abruptly and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Didn’t like
it,” he mumbled into your neck, humming contently as your hand reached up to
run through his hair softly, your nails scratching against his scalp softly as
he nuzzles his nose against the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Didn’t
like seeing Conor with his hands all over you,” he mumbled again, lifting his
head up to look into your eyes that were wide in shock as you listened to him
intently, your heart bashing against his chest. “You’re mine,” he whispered,
his mouth pressing against your jaw again as you nodded blindly.
mumbled hoarsely as his mouth moved down your neck again.
You didn’t remember
how you made it from the cab to Jack’s apartment, partly because it happened so
fast that you could barely blink, and partly because you had spent most of it
with your mouth glued to Jack’s neck. As soon as you crossed the threshold into
the apartment, both of your clothes were flying off, leaving a trail behind you
both of your heels, Jack’s shirt and belt, with his shoes ending up somewhere
near the kitchen. Before you knew it, you were flat on your back on Jack’s
extremely plush bed, with Jack kneeling at the bottom of the bed and smirking
eyes, you propped yourself up on your elbows on the bed, balancing your weight
on them as you cocked your head to the side slightly, “I’m not gonna magically
transform into a perfect ten, y’know,” you chuckled softly, “This is as good as
it’s gonna get, Maynard” you smirked. He simply shook his head at you before
pushing your legs apart, your tight dress moving up and over your hips as he
settled his body between your thighs, much like he had this morning.
He kissed a
line across the top of your panties as his hands hooked behind your knees and dragged
them over his shoulders, opening you up to him. You collapsed onto your back as
he placed open mouthed kisses to you through the thin lace of your panties,
your hands weaved into his hair as his mouth continued on it’s way down,
placing kisses down your upper thighs before switching sides and kissing up the
other thigh, just avoiding the place where you needed him the most.
teeth, he dragged down your panties slowly, his nose brushing against you
softly and causing you to let out the most pornographic sound you had ever
heard in your life. He smirked up at you from between your thighs, discarding
your panties behind him as he spread his hands out over your hips, holding you
open to him as he physically licked his lips, oh this boy was going to be the
absolute death of you.
your knee, he began placing feather light kisses to your inner thigh, slowly making
his way up to the apex of your thighs where you laid bare and ready for him. “Such
a good girl for me,” he murmured against your skin, “Always so ready for me,”
he mumbled as he dug his fingertips into your hips, hard enough so that you
were sure that you’d have matching bruises in the morning.
you whined, bucking your hips up in an attempt to create some friction, “Hurry
U-ohhh,” a moan ripped out of your
mouth as he suddenly licked a strip from top to bottom, the tip of his tongue flicking
against your clit as he slid one finger inside of you.
You felt the
pleasure began to build as he latched his mouth onto your bundle of nerves,
sucking and flicking his tongue against your clit as he set a steady rhythm of
pumping his finger in and out of you.
a hand over your mouth as you moaned even louder, your nails digging into his
scalp and causing him the hum against you, the vibrations going through you
like shock waves. You whined and bucked your hips against his face, desperate
to go over that edge, causing him to wrap his arm around your waist to hold you
in place as he added another finger into the mix.
fingers up to brush against that specific spot inside of you, you tugged on his
hair harshly, making his smirk against you as he picked up the pace, pumping
his fingers into you faster and making sure to press firmly against that spot
every single time.
could feel the coil of pleasure in your stomach begin to tighten almost
painfully, your thighs shaking around his head as you threw your head back, “Oh
oh my god, Jack! I-I’m g-gonna, oh! I’m
almost there!” You moaned out loudly, trying to buck your hips up. Jack curved
his fingers again, focusing on just rubbing against that spot until you were
coming like a tidal wave. Your back arched up off of the bed as you fell apart
beneath him, riding out the last waves of your orgasm until you were shaking,
pushing him back as you tried to catch your breath.
managed to regain your breath, you pushed yourself up again, intent on
returning the favour, only to find Jack having already discarded his tight
jeans and crawling up towards you. You never got used to seeing him like this,
he was big but not too big and perfectly thick, in other words, the boy was
hung as hell and you drooled slightly every time you saw him naked.
up over you, pushing your dress up your body and peeling it over your head as
he went, his mouth pressing a line of hot, open mouthed kisses as he went. You
didn’t object when he pulled your dress over your head, nor when he unclasped
your lace bra and latched his mouth onto your nipple, dragging his teeth over
it gently as his hand tended to the other one.
reached down between you, wrapping around his girth and beginning to pump him
up and down. Jack let out a grunt as he grabbed onto your wrist burying his
face in your neck as he pulled you off of him; that was different, Jack never
said no to a hand job or blowjob. He chuckled against your skin as he brought your
hand up beside your head, lacing it with one of his as he brought his head up
to look at you. “I’m not gonna last if you put your hands on me,” he chuckled
softly, brushing his nose against yours with unfamiliar gentleness as he leaned
down to kiss you, dragging the tip of his cock up to rub against your clit, and
sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
lip, you lifted one of your legs to wrap around his hips, you pulled him
forward until he was right against you. Smirking, he wrapped his hand around
your thigh, hooking the other one around his hips as he entered you in one
smooth thrust. Throwing your head back at the feeling of him fully inside of
you, you let out a loud moan, arching your back and wriggling your hips in a
silent plea for him to move. He seemed to catch on as he braced his hands next
to your head in a push up position as he set a quick rhythm straight up.
You dug your
nails into his back as you arched into him, dragging them down his taut skin as
he attached his mouth to your sweet spot, working on leaving a sizable mark on
your neck as he hiked your leg up even higher on his waist, scraping his teeth
against your neck as he gave a particularly hard thrust, his fingers digging
into your thigh harshly.
so fucking tight,” Jack groaned into your ear, his breath hot against your
neck as he snapped his hips against you even harder than he had been before. He
let out a strangled grunt when you tightened around him, your walls squeezing
him tightly as he picked up the pace, his hand wriggling between you two as his
thumb pressed against your clit again.
You let out
a high pitched moan as he slammed into you, knowing from the way he was
quivering inside you, that he was nearing the peak. “Come on, baby, I’m almost
there, go over the edge with me,” he grunted in your ear, the wet sound of skin
slapping together filling the room, both of you covered in a thin layer of
sweat as you bit your lip.
brief lapse in his attention, you flipped him onto his back, arching your spine
as the new angle allowed him to slip in just that little bit deeper, pressing
harder onto that specific spot inside of you. Bracing yourself with your hands
on his chest, you began bouncing up and down, moaning at the new feelings
surging through you.
faster, feeling the ball of fire in your stomach coil up even tighter as you
picked up the pace, all you needed was that little push, and you’d go off of
the edge with him. You let out a loud high pitched scream as his thumb pressed
against your clit for the third time, white spots exploding behind your eyes as
your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. It wasn’t long
until Jack was following after you, his hips snapping like pistons into your
own until he was letting out a guttural grunt and holding your hips to his as
he exploded inside of you.
collapsed forward onto his chest, covered in sweat and coated in the combined
juices of you two as he slowly slipped out of you, softening against your thigh
as he wrapped his arms around your tired and clammy body. You rested your face
in the crook of his neck, breathing in and out softly as you attempting to
recollect yourself. You traced patterns onto his chest with the tip of your
nail as you felt his chest still heaving up and down underneath your hand.
heard once that, if you have absolutely mind blowing sex (like you’d had just
then) then the best thing for you to do, was not talk to the guy afterwards, so
as to let him get his bearings back. With that in mind, you crawled out of his
arms and made your way into the bathroom to clean up.
looked at yourself in the mirror, your mind went back to earlier tonight, had
he been jealous of you and Conor? If so, why? It had been his idea to keep the
arrangement as no strings attached, friends with benefits only. Why was he
suddenly being so boyfriend?
remained on your mind as you tugged his thrasher shirt over your head, your
favourite of all his shirts, and padded back into his room, expecting to see
him zonked out on the bed. You were not expecting to see a fully coherent Jack
Maynard sitting up in bed and twirling your panties around in his hands.
you hurried over and pulled them out of his grasp, pulling them back up your
legs quickly before taking a seat next to him on the bed. He smiled at you
dopily, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear gently, “You look beautiful in
my shirts,” he mumbled softly, his smile widening when you blushed deeply but
leaned into his hand nonetheless.
lip, you looked up at him again, “Why didn’t you take that girl home with you
tonight?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, your curiosity
getting the better of you.
“Why does it
matter, Y/N?” he asked as he looking down at his lap, remembering when you had
been on it fifteen minutes ago. He hadn’t expected you to ask him that, not
after you guys had just had the best sex you’d ever had before.
were totally into her, and then you ditched just to make sure I wasn’t going to
hook up with Conor!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air in
exasperation. Jack was a master at avoiding direct questions and had been for
as long as you’d known him, it was one of the things that made him so alluring
to girls your age.
my brother!” He fired back, his expression twisting into a scowl at your persistence,
“You have a club full of guys to choose from and you pick my brother?!” he
sneered, crossing his arms across his chest in a huff.
“All I would
have done is kiss him, and that shouldn’t even matter to you! You’re the one
who chose this arrangement, not me!” you screeched, running a hand through your
hair in agitation, “So tell me why you went home with me and not her? Because I’m
easy? Because you don’t have to worry about me being a pain the next morning?”
you badgered him, knowing that you were getting too worked up but being too far
gone to stop it. Your words were spewing out of your mouth at an alarming rate
and you couldn’t stop them.
To say you
were shocked at his words would have been a vast understatement.
He took a
deep breath before looking at you again, “She wasn’t you, and the more I looked
at her, I compared her to you and realised that I was being a fucking twat to
you,” he sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair and making you bite
your lip as his biceps tensed slightly. “You deserve the world, Y/N, you
deserve a guy like Conor or Oli who can give it to you,” he muttered, avoiding
You let out
a small laugh, unable to believe what was happening, Jack actually wanted you
for more than sex.
unsuccessfully trying to capture his gaze, you crawled into his lap, sitting
back on his thighs as you hooked your hands around his jaw, dragging his head
up to look at you and almost melting at the vulnerable look in his eyes. “Jack,”
you said softly, your thumb rubbing against his jawbone gently, “You’re the
only one I’ve ever wanted, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this if it were any
different,” you giggled. “So if you want to be with me, then I’m right here,
but if you don’t, then I’m probably just gonna keep wanting you,” You told him
in a soft voice, sure that your own vulnerability was shining through at that
He let out a
soft laugh before yanking you forwards and wrapping his arms around you
tightly, “How could anyone possibly not want to be with you?” he grinned as he
pressed kisses all over your face. You giggled loudly as he rolled you onto
your side, tucking the blanket around you as he pressed a small kiss to your
help the smile that spread over your face at the action, so this is what it
felt like when the person you wanted, wanted you back.