Live Stream Confessions // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 1049

Summary- one slip up on camera is all it takes for two people to admit feelings

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You had just returned from a weekend in Brighton. You had filmed videos with Zoe and Alfie and they were kind enough to extend your stay for the entire weekend. You walked through the door of the apartment you shared with Jack, Josh and Conor; it was too quiet.

“Boys? I’m home.” You called out.

No answer.

“Hello? Anyone home?” you yelled.

No answer.

You began to walk dwn the corridor that led to the bedrooms.

“Jack?” you said while opening his door. Empty.

You closed his door and walked to Josh’s door, “Josh?” Empty. You shut his door as well and walked to the last room.

“Con?” you said while opening the door.

“Hey!” they all shouted. They were all crowded around Connors laptop.

“Why didn’t you answer me?!” you laughed.

“Sorry love. We were answering questions.” Conor answered.

“Questions? Are you filming a Q&A?” you asked sitting on his bed.

“No, a livestream,” Josh answered. “It was fun guys, but I have to shower.” He said towards the camera, then got up and left.

“I better leave too. It’s late.” Jack said quickly.

“Late? It’s only half past 8,” you gave him a weird look.

“Night!” he shouted while running out the room.

“Idiot.” Conor muttered, turning back to the computer.

You slid close to him and looked at the camera, “Shall we?”

“Sure,” he smiled.

“Okay, let’s look at what you guys want to know.” You said reading the comments. They weren’t what you had expected.

Y/S/N! I ship it so much!

They’d be so cute together

Awwww

The boys left so they can finally admit they’re feelings!

Y/n and Conor!

conor so likes her

You had liked Conor since you met him. But you soon learned that he didn’t return the feelings.

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“Y/n these are my roommates, Conor and Jack.” Josh, your longtime best friend said.

“Hi! It’s so glad to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you.” You said hugging jack.

“I wish I could say the same thing,” Jack laughed, hugging you back.

You went to hug Conor but he stepped back, “I have to go grab something.” he left the apartment and didn’t return for another few hours.

Once he came back you two began talking and clicked.You two never brought up the awkward first meeting. He quickly became your best second friend, after Josh of course. You thought you might actually have a chance with Conor.

Then a few weeks after that you realized how many girls he brought home, a new one every night, or just about.

That wasn’t what made you completely bottle up your feelings. One night at the club he said something that broke her heart.

You had come back with a round of shots and heard him say, “Y/n is like a sister to me, nothing more, nothing less.”

After that you shoved your feelings so far down, sometimes you forgot you had them. But that was rare.

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“Where was Y/n earlier?” you read aloud. “I was in Brighton hanging with two really good friends.” You sent the camera a wink and the comments blew up with ‘Zalfie’ comments.

“How long have you known each other?” Conor read. “Uh…” he looked at you, “almost a year and a half.”

“Yeah. The 18 month mark is on the 6th of June, I believe.” You said giggling, “Don’t ask why  I know that.”

“Who is y/n’s celebrity crush?”

“Conor Maynard of course.” Conor laughed giving his signature goofy look.

“It’s a tie between Dylan O’Brien and…” Conor glared at you. “And Conor of course!” you finished, giving him a big hug. And a small kiss on the cheek. You immediately back up, realizing that it was a live video, not something you could later edit out.

“Uh…” you both said.

“Well that’s it for tonight! Thanks for watching, love you guys so much.” Conor said shutting his laptop.

You stood up, “I’m sorry.” You walked towards the door but a hand stopped you from opening it.

“Don’t be.” He whispered into your ear.

“Conor, stop.” You turner around, both of his arms were up by your head.

“What’s wrong?” he sighed, dropping his arms.

“This can’t happen. I don’t want a pity kiss.”

“Pity kiss? What are you on about?” Conor gave you a weird look.

“I know how you feel about me! I’m a sister to you, nothing more, and nothing less. You’re words exactly!” You lightly shouted.

“Is that what you think?” he stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You said it.”

“Y/n I’ve been crushing on you since Josh moved in. He never shut up about you. You sounded perfect. Then I saw you, and I was whipped. But the way you hugged Jack made it clear that I never had a chance.” He sighed, sitting on the side of his bed.

You walked and sat next to him, “Conor Paul Maynard, you are the most oblivious boy I have ever met. I’ve liked you since that night on the couch where we played 20 questions and watched 21 Jump Street.” You smiled.

He looked at you, a smile spreading across his face, “Really?”

“Yes really!” you laughed, leaning closer to the beautiful boy next to you. “Now are you gonna kiss me or what?”

He closed the space between you two. You put your hands on his cheek, snaking them around his neck to his hair. He put his on your waist.

When he pulled away you frowned. You never wanted that to end. You went in for another kiss when his door flung open,

“He bloody did it! He kissed her!” Josh shouted.

“That’s my boy! Mikey owes me 10 pounds!” Jacks yelled.

“Get out!” Conor shouted, standing up and pushing out the door.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” He shyly smiled.

“It’s okay.” You stood up and backed him up against his door. “Now kiss me again.”

“Gladly.” He smiled as he once again put his lips on yours.

You didn’t want to pull away. So you didn’t. You ended the night cuddled on Conor’s bed watching a movie.

Neither of you said it, but you knew that this night was only the beginning of many more to come. And that was perfectly okay for both of you.

9

Eevee Cupcakes! buttercream swirl with fondant ears/details!  prolly been about 6 months since I have done anything fondant. I also ended up cleaning out my tool box and I threw out all my died up gels so I had only 3 primary colors and black to dye the buttercream on these guys. Hence why leafeon ended up camo instead of liek a sandy/tan sort of brown. sorry leafy. Who’s everyones fave?

Animal - Jack Maynard Smut

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

Requested: Yes!

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.

Originally posted by mrs-jack-maynard

 

“You’re going to shatter that fucking thing if you’re not careful.”

You whipped 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.

“And cock 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.

“Alright 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 the bar.

Truthfully, 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.

Conor led 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.

Conor 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.

You refused 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 good tonight?

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Across the 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 on you.

Had you 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 fury.

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.

He snapped 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?

“Jack!” You 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.

You also 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.

Jack 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.

You chuckled 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.

“Don’t 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.

Letting out 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 you insane.

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.

Smirking, he 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.

The tight 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 he was.

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.

“Yours,” you mumbled hoarsely as his mouth moved down your neck again.

 

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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 at you.

Rolling your 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.

Using his 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.

Starting at 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.

“Jaaaaack,” 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.

You slapped 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.

Curving his 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.

Finally, you 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.

Once you 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.

He crawled 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.

Your hand 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.

Biting your 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.

“Ugh you’re 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.

Using a 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.

You moved 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.

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.

You had 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.

As you 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?

That thought 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.

Blushing, 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.

Biting your 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.

“Because you 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.

“Because he’s 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.

“She wasn’t you, okay?!”

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 your glance.

You let out a small laugh, unable to believe what was happening, Jack actually wanted you for more than sex.

After 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 moment.

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 forehead.

You couldn’t 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.

Roommates : Jack Maynard Smut

(basically y/n and jack are roommates but one day jack really needs y/n to help him out)

You had just got back from a busy day at work, feeling strained and frustrated. Don’t get yourself wrong, you loved your job - being a make up artist had been your dream since you could imagine. But, living in London means you’re always non-stop busy at work and it was even worse when you had to work on someone fussy.

As you got your uber home, you looked out the window whilst thinking about what your plans were when you get home. Currently, you shared an apartment with your best friend Jack - who you had known for years. It was a Friday night so the chances were Jack was going to drag you out with him and his friends. You didn’t mind though, you always had fun with them.

Grabbing your bag off of the seat next to you, you thanked your driver before heading up into your apartment. When you unlocked the door, you couldn’t hear or see any sign of Jack so you guessed he was at his brother’s - who lives just around the corner.

As you took off your coat, you heard a strange noise. It kind of sounded like a whimper, coming from Jack’s bedroom. When you realised it was a moan, you started to panic - was Jack with a girl right now? Your heart started to tug in your chest.

The thing was, you liked Jack. You always had liked Jack. Ever since you were little, it started off as just a little crush that you thought was going to pass. But no, as every day you spent with him you felt yourself falling more and more for those beautiful blue eyes and messy blond hair. The way his eyes would light up when he laughed and the way his eyebrows would furrow when he was concerned. He was the mot beautiful person you had ever known.

Not just this, but the way he acted towards you also made you like him even more. Always harmlessly flirting, and he would always get protective if any guy tried to hurt you, or even try to get to know you. He was always making sure you’re OK and always cheered you up when you were down. Jack had helped you through some of the hardest times in your life, yet you had both had the best times of your life together.

Yet, even through all of this, you had to suffer whilst Jack always brought home random girls to fuck. Or even in the club, when he would kiss them right in front of you. You couldn’t say anything - if Jack knew that you liked him, your friendship would probably be destroyed from awkwardness.

You heard it again - a low moan from his bedroom. You were waiting for the dreadful moment that you hear a random girl moan out Jack’s name, but it was weird, you couldn’t hear one. Jack wasn’t that bad in bed, was he?

“Ohhh… Y/N.” Your eyes widened as you heard Jack moan out your name. OK< now you were confused. Jack probably was with a girl that had the same name as you, right?

But then why couldn’t you hear anyone else?

You creeped over to his door, which was cracked open a tiny bit. You felt rude and sneaky and a bit weird about spying like this, but you were confused.

You looked through the crack to see Jack with his head back against the headboard, eyes screwed shut as he slowly pumped himself up and down. You felt yourself grow wet at the sight.

Jack was huge, to say the least. He wasn’t wearing anything, his hair was down, sprawled over his forehead. You could see the veins in his biceps pop out as he picked up the pace with his hand.

“Fuck, Y/N…” He moaned.

You gasped as you realised he was thinking about you. You were extremely turned on already, just from the sight of Jack in this state, but now - knowing he was thinking about you was making you ache for him.

“Y/N?” Jack’s eyes shot open as he heard you gasp. He looked over to you, still pumping himself.

You were expecting him to stop and cover himself up in shock, but no. He hummed in pleasure as he looked at you, still touching himself.

“Jack.” You breathed out, rubbing your legs together to try and get some friction to your core.

“Babe…” He moaned, his hand sliding up and down on his length.

“Were you…” You didn’t really know how to word it.

“Thinking about you?” He grinned. “Yeah.”

You swallowed.

“Can I…” You were nervous, scared you were going to go too far. But as Jack was sat there, jerking off whilst watching you kind of broke all the boundaries.

You looked at his member, trying to get the message across to him.

Please.” He cried out.

You didn’t waste any more time. Walking over to him, you kneeled on his bed before situating yourself so you were straddling his thighs. You had imagined a moment like this for so long, you couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

You wrapped your hand around Jack’s length as your licked your lips. His tip was bright pink, obviously very sensitive. Your thumb brushed over the tip, making him squirm.

“What… What was you thinking about?” You asked him as you began to pump him up and down.

Both of his hands went to the back of his neck, showing off his biceps as he bit on his bottom lip.

“I was imagining what it would be like to fuck my best friend on our kitchen work top.” He breathed.

“Is this weird?” You asked, trying not to show him how much you were turned on even though continued to pleasure him with your hand.

“No, is it?” He asked. “I’ve wanted this for so long, I’ve just been a pussy.” He admitted to you.

“Same.” You breathed.

Suddenly, Jack grabbed your wrists, stopping you from touching him.

“Y/N,” He looked at you with warning. “I need you so fucking bad right now, but if this is actually going to happen, I need you to promise it won’t ruin our friendship.”

“I promise.” You said immediately before leaning forward and crashing your lips onto his.

He kissed you hungrily as he attempted to get your clothes off. He started to undo your shirt but as he got to the third button, he realised it would take long. With skilful hands, he yanked at it, ripped all the buttons off.

“Jack!” You squealed, leaving you in just your bra.

“I’ll buy you a new one, just get your fucking clothes off.” He growled.

You stepped off of the bed, deciding to tease Jack as much as possible. You turned away from him as you pulled your trousers down slowly.

You heard him groan as you were only in your bra and underwear. When you got rid of your underwear, you still didn’t turn around. As you unclipped your bra, you felt Jack’s hand slap your bum harshly.

“I’ve always loved this pretty little ass.” He growled into your ear, pushing you up against his bedroom wall. You could feel his hard length against your thigh, making you moan.

Jack helped you out as he yanked your bra off of your body, throwing it the floor. His lips went right under your ear, sucking at your neck. His hand trailed down, rubbing at your bum before going further down, his fingers lightly dragging along your soaked centre.

“Fuck, Y/N, bet you never thought that your best friend could get you this wet, hey?” Jack laughed.

You could already tell, Jack was quite rough in bed. The way he handled you - even though you could tell that he knew what he was doing, he was being quite rough.

Jack went to his knees behind you, making you whine as he was no longer touching you. However, he grabbed your waist, pulling you back a bit before pushing your back forward, making you bend over. You were totally exposed to Jack right now as you were bent over in front of him.

He grabbed your legs, making you open them a bit. Without warning, you felt his mouth go to your soaked core, sucking harshly. You moaned, the feeling of Jack’s mouth was incredible.

You could feel Jack’s hair brush against your skin. His tongue entered you, Jack performing wonders, making you moan out his name. as he continued to tongue fuck you, you were impressed by what this boy could do with his mouth.

“Jack…” You cried. “I need you inside me.”

Jack heard you, pulling away from you as you turned around. He was still on his knees, looking you up and down as he grinned.

“You’re sexy as fuck.” He licked his lips.

“Jaaack.” You whined, stepping forward and putting your hands on the back of his head, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Against the wall or on the bed?” He asked you as he stood up.

“Take me wherever you like, Randy.” You grinned at him, calling him by his nickname.

“How the fuck do I deserve this?” Jack breathed out with a smile on his lips, running a hand through his hair.

He walked over to his bedside table, opening the top drawer.

“Babe, i’m on the pill.” You told him, realising how weird it is that your best friend didn’t know that.

“Why?” He asked you with his eyebrows furrowed. “Who have you been fucking?”

Was he really jealous right now? Here you were, against the wall, naked and ready for him. Yet he’s worried about who else you’ve been sleeping with.

“Jack… Really?” You crossed your arms.

“Well, what if you’ve been fucking around?” He asked.

“Are you fucking serious?” You asked in disbelief. Jack sleeps with a different girl almost every week.

“You tell me.” He shrugged.

“You’re a fucking dick head! You know i’m not like that!” You raised your voice at him before walking out of his bedroom.

When you were almost at your bedroom door you felt Jack as he grabbed your hips.

“I’m joking, baby.” He laughed before kissing you desperately and pushing you against the wall in the hall way. You were still angry, but that just made you want him more.

“You’re a dick.” You mumbled against him lips but you couldn’t help but smile.

“You want my dick.” He said back.

“Mmh… True.” You laughed.

“Jump.” He told you and he caught you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He kissed you eagerly as he pressed into you. You moaned at the feeling as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Fucking hell, you’re tight.” Jack said as he broke the kiss.

“Fuck!” You hissed at the pain. “Jack, you’re too big.”

You were honestly convinced that he was way too big to fit inside of you without ripping you open.

“Sorry.” He laughed, moving slowly. “Are you OK, babe?”

“Yeah,” You breathed out, resting your forehead against his. “Go.”

Jack started to move in and out of you at a steady pace, the pain soon disappearing as the feeling got a lot better.

“Babyyyy.” He moaned into your neck.

“Randy baby.” You giggled.

Jack laughed as he picked up the pace soon slamming in and out of you.

Your grip got tighter around his neck and your whole body moved up and down as he fucked you like this.

“I’ve waited so long for this.” Jack admitted.

“Me too.” You told, breathless.

His hands gripped tighter onto your bum. Jack Maynard fucking you against a wall of your shared apartment was way better than you imagined. His length filled you up and hit you in all the right spots, making you cry out in pleasure.

“This is so embarrassing, Y/N, but i’m about to cum.” He told you.

“Don’t worry, me too.” You told him.

As Jack moaned your named into your ear, you hit your high.

“Jack, that was so hot.” You moaned right as he released inside of you, within seconds it was running down your leg - it was so dirty but just turned you on even more.

You bit down on the skin of Jack’s shoulder as he made you orgasm. Jack hissed but he head already told you before that he had a pain kink, so you knew he liked it.

“Y/N fucking Y/L/N!” Jack breathed out as he put you down.

“Randy is good at fucking, i’ll give you that.” You admitted, patting Jack on the chest as you tried to catch your breath.

“Good luck walking tomorrow.” He laughed as he pressed one last kiss to your lips.

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OK I REALLY WANNA DO A PART 2 TO THIS !!!!! send in your requests of what you want me to write next xx

Siblings Vs. Couple » Jack Maynard

Requests: Hey there I love reading your imagines. I was wondering if you could do one when your partner with Jack Maynard and you did a tag with his siblings for his channel and you get along well with his siblings and cute stuff thank you I hope you have a great day or night 💜

Can you write an imagine where you and Jack have a really cute moment while filming?


You, your boyfriend Jack, his brother, Conor and his sister, Anna were filming a ‘Siblings Vs. Couple’ challenge for Jack’s YouTube channel. You, Jack and Conor were visiting both your families down in Brighton, where you grew up.

You had known the Maynard’s since you were a small girl and had been dating Jack since you were both teens. You really did have a fairytale romance; he was your first everything. First crush, first kiss, first relationship etc. You asked yourself everyday what you did to deserve someone so wonderful.

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Caught : Conor Maynard Smut

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(I changed it up a lil bit srry)


You and your boyfriend Conor were staying at his parents house in Brighton for the week. All of his family were lovely, you got on really well with his little sister Anna, his parents adored you and you and Jack knew each other really well considering you almost saw him everyday back in London.

You had been staying at Conor’s family home for 6 days now and you were really enjoying it. It was a Sunday now and you and your boyfriend Conor were laying in his bed watching TV. His parents were downstairs preparing a roast dinner for you all and Jack and Anna were in their bedrooms.

As you cuddled into Conor, you noticed how cold you were considering you were only wearing pyjama shorts and a t shirt. Conor was only wearing boxers so he wasn’t much warmer.

“Aren’t you cold?” You asked Conor, shifting around a bit to try and get warm.

“A bit. Why? Are you?” He asked, looking down at you.

He looked so gorgeous. His brown hair looked so fluffy as he hadn’t bothered to style it today and you loved it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Conor spoke again, his lips flicking up into a smirk.

“Like what?” You replied.

“I don’t know, you looked turned on, babe.” He laughed.

“You just look really attractive today.” You told him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Oh, why? Do I normally look ugly?” He chuckled, grabbing your hips a moving him onto on his lap.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes and placed your hands flat on his bare chest.

“Come here.” Conor mumbled.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his again. The kiss was slow and passionate, you could feel Conor smiling. As the kiss went on, it started to get faster and more heated. Conor started getting desperate and his hands travelled down to your bum.

Totally forgetting that his family were also in the house, you began to rock your hips against his, making him groan.

“Y/N,” He warned. “Stop.”

You ignored him as he went back to kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and grinded against his member, feeling him getting hard already. Conor held in a moan but you felt his hands go up the bottom of your shorts, feeling his fingers against your bare skin.

“Con,” You breathed out, your lips going to his neck.

“You’re going to pay for being such a fucking tease.” Conor growled as he pushed you off him and pinned you onto the bed.

You lost your breath as Conor pulled your shorts down within seconds - your underwear was soon gone too. Conor kissed up your thighs, making you squirm as you watched.

“Aw, babe, look how wet you are. All for me.” He smirked, suddenly putting his lips against your core.

Your hands went to his fluffy hair, lightly gripping as he licked in and out of you. His tongue worked wonders against you and you accidentally let out a moan.

“Ssh, Y/N, my parents are downstairs,” Conor laughed, replacing his mouth with his fingers as he worked against your clit. “Does that turn you on? Me getting you off like this whilst me family are in the house?”

His words were too much and your hands grabbed onto the white sheet you were laying on.

Suddenly, Conor’s door flew open and he quickly moved so he was laying next to you, putting the duvet over you both. Jack walked in, a piece of toast in his hand.

“Morning.” He said to you both. You were trying to catch your breath back without Jack noticing. Conor had a grin on his face, finding the situation amusing.

“What’s up?” Conor asked Jack.

“I need to use your camera, bro. Left mine at home.” Jack told him, walking over to Conor’s filming equipment.

You felt Conor’s hand wonder down your body and you immediately knew what he was planning. You panicked, you knew Conor was going to try and get you off with Jack in the room whether you liked it or not. If you were being honest, it kind of did turn you on.

Conor pushed his middle finger into you and you breathed in, squeezing onto the duvet trying not to squirm. It felt amazing, the way Conor’s fingers felt inside of you was something you loved. The pleasure he gave you - that boy was talented.

“Where is it?” Jack asked, searching around Conor’s equipment.

“It might be in the drawer.” Conor replied, adding another finger as you bit down on your lip, trying to hold back your moans.

“Oh, I’ve found it.” Jack said and you were so happy, knowing he was about to leave the room. “Wait, the battery is dead.”

“The spares are by my bag.” Conor told him, a slight laugh coming out of his mouth.

When Conor added another finger - now totalling to 3 - the pleasure was too much. Your legs started to shake and you accidentally let out a small moan.

“What’s funny? Y/N are you alright?” Jack asked, noticing both Conor’s laugh and your moan.

You couldn’t reply. As Conor continued to move his fingers in and out of you, you tried to nod at Jack but it didn’t really work.

Jack’s eyes flickered from you, to Conor, to you, back to Conor and then back to you.

“What the- Bro are you fingering her right now?” Jack asked, his eyes narrowing in disgust.

Conor just laughed uncontrollably. But you ignored them, your high was just seconds away and Conor was still touching you, edging you closer and closer.

Your moaned into the duvet, pulling it over your face, not wanting Jack to see you having an orgasm. Your walls tightened around Conor’s fingers as you reached your high, the feeling so intense and amazing.

“That’s my girl.” Conor laughed.

“Oh my god- Did she just? What the fuck, you two are disgusting!” Jack groaned as he walked straight out the door.

“Fucking hell.” You breathed out, moving the duvet so it was no longer on you. Your temperature had definitely increased now.

“You alright, babe?” Conor asked, licking his lips.

“I can’t believe you just made me orgasm in front of your younger brother.” You shook your head at him.

“Relax! He probably loved it, bet he’s having a wank over you right now.” Conor laughed, making you look at him in disgust.

Shape of You - Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: Jack and Y/N have known each other forever and have liked each other for almost as long, yet refuse to admit it to each other. One night at a club forces them to confront everything.

Word Count: 3,078

Trigger Warnings: slight sexual harrassment, slight bullying/teasing

Author’s Note: so I haven’t posted any fanfic on here in almost five years, so please be kind and please please give me feedback! I love getting constructive criticism about my writing. Also send in requests if you have them!

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For as long as you could remember, Jack Maynard had been in your life in one form or another. He always seemed to be around and as such, many of your childhood memories featured him and his older brother, alongside your favourite cousins. 

The Maynard Brothers had grown up across the road from your cousins growing up and always seemed to be there the same time that you were. With only an older brother who was more than ten years your senior, you spent most of your time with your cousins and they were more like siblings than cousins when you were growing up.

All of your important memories had him in it. When you broke your wrist when you were seven – Jack was the one who’d pushed you. All your birthdays and family barbeques – Jack was there pranking you with your cousins. You went to the same school and somehow wound up becoming friends with the same people. 

Basically, Jack was a part of your life as much as your cousins were. Your mother loved to tease you growing up that one day you’d fall in love with Jack and live happily ever after. The thought repulsed you - as if you would want to be stuck with the slimy little git for the rest of your life!It wasn’t until you got to secondary school that things started to get complicated. 

Jack and your youngest cousin were in the year above you, while his older brother, Conor, and your oldest cousin were two years above them. You all went to a large secondary school outside of Brighton, and you rarely saw the four of them during school hours. 

For the first time in your life, the older kids didn’t overshadow you and you started to become your own person.You still saw all of them every weekend, still had family celebrations and barbeques together and did the same things that you always had done. Jack and Conor were still the dumb boys across the road who hadn’t quite discovered the magic of personal hygiene quite yet. Your mother still teased you about the only reason that bothered you was because you liked one of them. You still thought she was delusional. Why on earth would any sane girl want to be with a boy who didn’t know what deodorant was? At that point in your life, you didn’t think you’d ever love anyone as much as you loved Nick Jonas.

Until one day, when you overheard one of the girls in your year boasting about having hooked up with Jack at a party. She was sprouting to a group of girls in your class about Jack’s magical tongue, and you couldn’t help but dry retch in response. Even though you were on opposite sides of the room, she seemed to have heard you, and loudly whispered to the group how some people were just so jealous of others.

You didn’t bother trying to conceal your snort this time, you shook your head slightly as you rolled your eyes. You? Jealous of her kissing Jack Maynard? Not in a million years. It wasn’t like he’d actually keep her around. Jack kissed girls all the time, you heard as much from your cousin, you could only guess that he’d already made it through all the girls in his own year who would kiss him, so he’d had to resort to the desperate girls in your year instead.

You had no way of knowing then, that he actually would keep her around. Suddenly she was there at all of your family get-togethers, and Jack was never there on the weekends. It bothered you and you hadn’t a clue as to why. Why should you care if he wasn’t there? All he did was tease you about tripping over and try and pull on your hair.

You tried to talk to your mum about it, and that went about as well as you should have expected.

“I just don’t get him! He’s known her for two minutes and now it’s like she’s part of the family! They’re always groping each other and sticking their tongues down each other’s throats, it’s so gross! Does she know that he only figured out what deodorant was like last week?” You groaned to her in the kitchen during a family barbeque, leaning against the counter while she made a cup of tea.

“Sounds like somebody is jealous …” she said in a sing-song voice, a delighted smile lighting up her entire face, “Oh honey, it’s about time you realised how much you like him!” she grinned, laughing at the horrified look of disgust on your face.

“Just look at him normally for once, okay? Come over here and look!” She waved you over to the kitchen window, sighing in annoyance when you didn’t move, “Humour me for once,” she directed you, smiling appreciatively when you dragged yourself over to her side.

The kitchen window was quite large and gave a very clear view of your backyard. You could see Conor and your younger cousins engaged in some sort of water fight, all of your parents gathered around on the patio laughing at something your dad was saying, and then there was Jack and her. They were cuddled up near a tree at the very back of the garden.

When had Jack gotten so tall? You had always been taller than him, for your entire life, yet now he was standing against that tree and was a good head taller than a branch you knew you had hit your head on only this morning. The more than you looked at him, you noticed other things. Gone was the scrawny little shit who had tormented you as a kid; he still wasn’t ridiculously big but he actually looked like a man, not a little boy. Had his teeth always been that white? And since when had simply looking at him made your stomach roll? Was it possible that your mother was right?

Your eyes darted across the yard to where Conor was, another smile spreading across your face when you noticed him sitting down next to your cousin, who had previously been sunbathing near the pool. You’d always thought they would make a lovely couple, why couldn’t they see it when everyone else could tell they were into each other? It was so frustrating!

Suddenly a pair of fingers dug into your waist, making you jump and gasp as you banged your knee on the cupboard door. Spinning around, you noticed that your mother was gone, and instead, Jack was in front of you with a smug smirk on his face, when had he gotten here?

“You’re so easy to scare!” he chortled, bracing his hands on his knees as he laughed at your expense. You scowled at him, shoving his shoulder roughly in irritation. “What are you staring so hard at anyway?” he asked as you both looked out the window again.

“Conor and [Y/C/N],” You answered him simply, “Wondering when they’re gonna buck up and admit that they like each other,” you continued, peeking at Jack out of the corner of your eye and marvelling at how sharp his jawline was, surely that wasn’t normal, right? That thing could cut glass!

Jack snorted at your answer, “It’s Conor, he’s a little pussy, he’ll never tell her unless he knows for sure that she likes him back, it’s simple self-preservation,” he stated, narrowing his eyes when you let out a snort of your own.

“Must be a Maynard thing then, being a pussy,” you smirked at the offended look on his face, “Conor’s been in the pants of half the girls in Brighton, how on earth is [Y/C/N] meant to know she won’t just be another notch in his bedpost?” you argued back.

Jack rolled his eyes as he turned to face you; crossing his arms across his chest and making you wonder where in the hell those biceps had come from. “Maynard’s aren’t pussies! If anything [Y/L/N]’s are pussies! I don’t see you or [Y/C/N] with boyfriends, now do you?” he snarled at you, reminding you of the mean streak of his that often reared it’s head whenever he got agitated. “Perfect little virgin [Y/N] on her high horse can’t even get a boyfriend,” he sneered at you.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you scoffed at him, letting out a loud bark of laughter, “Why would you think that I need a boyfriend in order to not be a virgin, Jack?” you goaded him in a sickly sweet tone of voice, before spinning on your heel and retreating to the bathroom upstairs, leaving a slack-jawed Jack Maynard in your wake.

Once you were safely in your en suite bathroom, you felt a couple of stray tears slip down your cheeks, splashing against the ivory rim of the sink. You wiped them away quickly, glaring at your reflection in the mirror in a silent argument to toughen up and brush it off. 

Jack was still the same boy who delighted in tormenting you, and that would never change.You weren’t about the melt into one of the girls who fawned over him; you were better than that. If he wanted to pretend you weren’t there when he saw you then fine, there were way cuter boys in your year anyway, you resolved with a smile as you flounced out of your bathroom.

If only you actually believed that was true.

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Fast forward another few years and you could scarcely believe the way in which your life had changed. 

Instead of spending your lunches daydreaming about getting out of Brighton, you were living in a flat in London with your cousin and attending the university course of your dreams. 

Jack and Conor had devoted their time and lives to youtube and it had really paid off for them. You had gained five new friends through knowing the Maynards and could scarcely imagine your life without them. 
There were some things that would never change, though; after a brutal break up two years ago, Jack had sworn off relationships and become the same player that Conor had been through school. Conor still wouldn’t admit that he was in love with [Y/C/N] and vice versa. And you were still trying to convince yourself that you didn’t have a thing for Jack Maynard.

Over the years you had tried to forget about him, tried to bury the feelings deep down in your chest. No matter what you heard from your friends or your mum, you refused to believe that the feelings might actually have been reciprocated and that there could have been a chance for you and Jack. You had come to really value Jack as a friend and him finding out that you harboured some dorky crush on him was your actual worst fear. Things were fine the way they were. 

Your cousin was always trying to set you up on blind dates so one of them had to work out eventually, right?

Tonight was one such night. Your cousin had set you up with one of her work friends and at first things had been fine; the guy, who kind of reminded you of Mikey, had been nice enough initially, complementing you on your outfit and offering to buy you a drink yet not pushing you when you refused, you weren’t particularly attracted to him but you entertained him in order to make [Y/C/N] happy and to get her off your back about telling Jack how you felt. Things had been going fine.

That was until you had run into Conor and Josh, and your ‘date’ had lashed out, telling them to fuck off and leave you both alone. You had been trying to pull away but his grip on your wrist was too tight and you could only imagine the marks that his beefy hands would be leaving around your wrist. 

He dragged you out into the middle of the dance floor, moving his hands to your waist and digging his fingers in, pulling you up against him and grinding against you. You could feel the revulsion rolling off of you in waves as he panted against your neck. You wanted to cry, or scream or beat him off you but you were trapped and you couldn’t see anyone you knew anymore. You just hoped that Conor or Josh would pass by again so you could latch onto them.

On the other side of the club, unbeknownst to you, Conor had instructed Josh to keep an eye on you whilst he stepped into the smokers area to call his little brother. As much as Conor wanted to rip that guy’s arms out of the sockets, he knew that this was something that Jack needed to do and see. He was so sick and tired of watching you and Jack dance around your feelings and he felt that this might be the very thing Jack needed to push him over the edge. Jack had opted to stay home tonight, instead of coming out with them, so he was probably watching the football in his underwear again or something.

“Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up,” Conor grumbled under his voice as he listened to the phone ringing out, if Jack had called up one of his booty calls after the very serious conversation they’d had this afternoon, he would actually deck his little brother. His shoulders visibly sagged in relief when Jack’s voice came down the line.

“Struck out already have you?” he chuckled, balancing his phone between his shoulder and ear as he searched through the fridge for something to eat, he was kind of regretting his decision to stay home now so a call from Conor had raised his spirits significantly. 

“You’ve gotta come here mate, right now. It’s [Y/N],” Conor rushed out, realising with a start that a number of things could have happened in his absence, he just hoped that Josh would step in if things escalated too far. Jack would never forgive them if anything happened to you. 

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone call, Jack was already shoving his feet into his shoes and shrugging his jacket on while still listening to Conor.

“Where are you? What’s going on? Is she alright?” he rushed out as he grabbed his keys and wallet, shoving them into his pocket as he ran down the stairs two at a time. “Text me what club your at and just keep your eye on her okay? If anything happens to her, it’s your funeral, Conor,” he stressed to his older brother, already in the middle of ordering an Uber to pick him up. 

Conor sighed softly as he got off the phone, running a hand through his hair before turning to walk back in the bar, praying to god that Jack was here quickly.

You, on the other hand, were running out of options. You couldn’t see Conor or Josh or any of your friends and the crowd around you seemed to be multiplying by the second. You could feel the guy behind you dragging his mouth down your neck painfully and rubbing his crotch against your ass roughly. You could feel tears pricking at the edge of your eyes as it occurred to you that you might have to leave with this guy. All you could do was think of Jack, and how you wished that it was him instead of the thug behind you.

“Oi Luv, whattaya say we take off back to my place and have some real fun,” he groaned in your ear in what you were sure he thought was a sexy manner but just made him sound like he was constipated. Your heart started thumping in your chest as you tried to think of a way out of this and failed to find one.

“Mate you are punching so far above your weight it’s not funny,” you heard a voice behind you and nearly collapsed in pure joy and relief. The man behind you released you from his grip and you stumbled slightly, peeking around him to see Jack standing before you both with a confident grin on his face.

Before you could think or reconsider your actions, you were pushing past the man who’d had you in a death grip for the past hour and standing close to Jack. 

He looked at you worriedly, reaching up and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear gently as he looked you over, “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked in the gentlest voice you’d ever heard him use. You almost melted at the soft tone of his voice and the gentleness of his actions, nodding slightly and smiling at him appreciatively. 

The hand that had been behind your ear slipped down to the small of your back, almost the same place the other man’s hands were before, except this time in filled you with comfort instead of revulsion.

Pulling you in front of him, Jack led you out of the club and onto the sidewalk, you were sure you looked a mess, the result of being stuck in that man’s grip for almost two hours. 

Once you were outside, you could finally breathe, and that was when everything hit you all at once, all the emotions and what if’s hit you like a freight train, causing you to turn around and hug Jack as tight as you possibly could. 

Your entire body shook as you hugged him tightly, feeling a wave of relief and safety roll over you violently as he held you close to him just as hard.

“Shh, hey, it’s okay, [Y/N], everything’s fine, I’ve got you, baby,” he cooed in your ear as his hand ran up and down the length of your back softly, smoothing down your hair as you both stood near where the Uber was due to pick you up.

He was so glad he had got there when he did, seeing you so scared and so powerless had been like a bullet to the chest; he wasn’t used to seeing you that way and he didn’t like it. He had wanted to rip the man to shreds and probably would have, but then he saw how relieved you were, and the other man vanished. 

He knew that he didn’t want to have to ever worry about another man having his hands on you again, and he would tell you how he felt; but not tonight, tonight he just needed to be here for you and comfort you.   


Strongly considering maybe doing a part two to this? Let me know if you want one


Shape of You - Part 2

Summary: Y/N grew up with Jack and was constantly told that one day they’d fall madly in love, after Jack rescues her from a dangerous situation at the club, they both reconsider the possibility of telling each other how you feel.

Word Count: 2673

Trigger Warnings: Mention of previous sexual harassment, Swearing

Requested: Yes - Part 1 is here

Author’s Note: The response to part one was so unbelievably wonderful! thank you guys so much, I hope this part satisfies your cravings! Please send feedback/requests/etc :)

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

Jack wasn’t entirely sure when he’d started looking at you differently. He’d known you since he was five years old, and you’d always just been this annoying little swot who laughed too much. 

He supposed that it had started right after he’d broken up with his high school girlfriend, you were the only one who hadn’t treated him as if he were made of glass but instead just listened to him rant and rave while continuing to get drunk with him. You didn’t pity him or try to give him advice; you’d just listen to him and then tell him that one day it wouldn’t hurt so much.

Then one day he realised that you weren’t really that annoying anymore, and merlin, where had those legs and that arse come from? Gone was the bookish little kid with no shape, you were a full blown woman and had the physique to match it.

Naturally, his first response to this had been to bury it down deep inside of himself and tried to push it away by having as many girls in his bed as he possibly could. He knew that if he tried something and it went arse-up then he’d have all of the boys plus his family to deal with, so he pretended it wasn’t there, literally burying himself into other girls.

Still, he couldn’t help the lingering stares that lasted just that little bit too long; the way his eyes would run up and down the length of your body, the little swoop that his gut did when he saw you laughing or smiling at something in the back of a vlog, and worst of all, the blind rage that coursed through him when he caught anyone else looking at you the way he did.

When he had seen that scum with his grubby mitt’s all over you, he had seen red, he had wanted to rip that dirtbag fucking limb from limb and had been fully prepared to, until he saw you. You looked so scared and so vulnerable, the same way you had when you’d broken your arm when you were seven and he just wanted to get you out of there and take you home, so that was what he did.

After you had finished having your panic attack on the sidewalk, he had scooped you up and gotten you both into the back of the uber to take you home. Exhausted from the events of the night, you had dozed off to the feeling of him running his fingers through your hair gently.

 You only woke up when he placed you down on his bed, your fingers curling around his wrist when he went to walk away. His head snapped back to you, and then down to your dainty fingers wrapped around his wrist.

“Please don’t leave,” you pleaded with him softly, your eyes heavy with sleep and exhaustion, “I promise I won’t try and cuddle you or anything, but just stay, please,” you rambled sleepily, making him smile at you gently. Before he could stop himself, he leant down at brushed his lips against your forehead gently, revelling in the small upturn of your mouth.

“I’ll be here for as long as you want,” he whispered into the dark as he slid into the opposite side of the bed. Truthfully, he was hoping that you’d end up rolling over in your sleep and snuggling up to him; he could go back to ignoring his feelings tomorrow, but for now, he could be in his own private bubble with you and enjoy the perks that came with that.

He swore he must’ve been dreaming when he heard the soft, “I love you, Jack,” fall from your lips.

You know how in the movies, you see the leading lady wake up gently and gracefully with birds chirping in the background? Yeah, that definitely wasn’t how you woke up the following morning.

Your hair was tangled in the braid you had put it in the night before and your eyelashes were somewhat stuck together from not washing off your makeup, and instead of your party dress, you were wearing a very large, though admittedly very soft, long sleeved shirt.

Something else wasn’t adding up, your bed most definitely was not this soft; it was often lumpy with springs that stuck out and bounced more than anything. This bed was like a fluffy cloud wrapped in a hug. Suddenly the night before rushed back to you and your eyes snapped open, noting immediately that your cheek was pressed to a very warm and very bare chest.

“I was wondering when you might wake up,” the chest rumbled as you moved your head up to look at Jack Maynard. Groaning, you immediately rolled onto your back, missing the brief look of hurt and longing that passed over his face.

“What time is it?” You asked him with a groan, rubbing your hand over your eyes hurriedly. You had originally planned to sneak out early and hide in your bed for the rest of the weekend, you really didn’t want to outstay your welcome, as much as waking up in his bed had been a dream, you didn’t want to get used to it.

“A little after ten, why? You wanna track down that guy from last night?” He sneered, crossing his arms across his chest tightly. You tried not to swoon as you peeked over at him, his biceps bulging as he scowled at you.

“I had it under control, Jackson, I didn’t need a knight in shining armour,” you scoffed, feeling the anger bubble to the surface as you pushed yourself up to a sitting position in his bed, crossing your own arms across your chest as a scowl of your own spread across your face.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! He had you in a death grip and was two seconds away from dragging you out of there by your hair!” He exclaimed, twisting his torso to face you, his face twisted into a look of disdain.

“I would have handled it, Jack! I’m not one of your fan girls who’s sitting around and waiting for you to rescue me! I learned how to save myself a long time ago!” you hissed at him, throwing the blankets off of your legs and jumping out of the bed.

“I never said you were one of them! Fucking hell, Y/N, why is everything a bloody fiasco with you!” He shouted as he followed you out of the bed, groaning internally as you began collecting your clothes from the night before – this was not how he had planned on this morning going. You were supposed to wake up in his arms, and then he’d offer you breakfast, and then tell you that he loved you too and wanted to be with you properly.

“I don’t even understand why you were there, Jack! Y/C/N made sure that you weren’t going so she could set me up!” You shrieked back at him as you whirled around to face him, realising far too late that you should probably have kept your mouth shut.

“What do you mean she made sure I wasn’t going?” He demanded, taking a step towards you, and then another one when you stepped back further, continuing until your back hit his bedroom wall. “You could have gotten seriously hurt last night, Y/N! And she was nowhere to be found! Conor had to call me because he was scared that scumbag was going to do something to you!” he continued shouting, even though he was centimetres from your face.

You shrunk back as much as you could, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes again. Jack never yelled at you, sometimes the two of you would bicker or snap at each other but he never outright yelled in your face.

“I’m sorry, okay?! I’m sorry you had to come all the way out there and rescue me because I couldn’t fight him off! I’m sorry you had to carry me out of the uber and I’m sorry that you had to wake up to me in your bed instead of some mega hot babe!” You exclaimed, your voice shaking as you tried your hardest not to burst into tears.

Jack’s entire being softened, as though the fight had completely vacated his body, and he brought a hand down to rest on your cheek, frowning when you flinched at the contact, that familiar look of vulnerability on your face breaking his heart.

“You think I’m mad at you because of that? Y/N you scared me half to death! When Conor called me, I thought I wasn’t going to get there in time and you were gonna get hurt, babe,” he spoke softly, a small but serious smile on his face when you melted into his grasp, “I was ready to rip that piece of trash to shreds, but as soon as I got there, you looked so relieved and I just wanted to take you home. I don’t care about having to save you or carry you or wake up next to you, I just needed you to be safe,” he finished, bringing his other hand up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear like he had the night before.

You nodded quickly, blinking back tears as you leant your face into his palm that remained on your jaw. “I’m so sorry Jack,” you whimpered, letting out a shaky breath when you broke eye contact, “I should have known better,” you whispered dejectedly.

Jack let out a soft sigh before pulling you forward and into his chest, one hand stroking the back of your hair gently and the other curled around your hip, holding you against him. You buried your face in his neck, sagging against him as you felt a wave of exhaustion roll over your entire body.

Slowly, you pulled back from his grip, looking up at him carefully and noticing for the first time how pink and perfectly pouted his lips were, as well as how blue his eyes were from this close up, the tiny flecks of grey and green in his iris’ standing out to you.

“Did you mean it? What you said last night?” he whispered to you, his arms wrapped loosely around you as your hands rested on his shoulders, both of you afraid to break the moment. Wait, what on earth had you said last night? You racked your brain trying to figure out what you could have said or done.

“I don’t remember, what did I say?” you asked somewhat frantically, pulling your head back further to look at him properly.

“You uh,” he started, biting his lip and seemingly debating whether to continue, good god what had you done? “You told me you loved me,” he finished, watching you carefully.

Oh, fuck. You don’t know what you were expecting but it sure as hell wasn’t that. Shit.

“I said what?!” you yelped, ripping yourself away from him as you began pacing back and forth in front of him, you had really done in this time. What on earth were you fucking thinking?!

“Oh my god, this is horrible! This is the worst thing I’ve ever done!” You wailed, speaking solely to yourself now, “Now you’re gonna tell me that I’m like the kid sister you’ve never wanted and say we can still hang out but we can’t because it’ll be all weird and then the boys will find out and they’ll be weird around me so I’ll have to stay away so I don’t make them uncomfortable and then your parents will find out and so will mine and my aunt and uncle and oh my god, I’ll never be able to go home again!” You stressed out, wheezing in and out as you began hyperventilating.

“Y/N …” Jack started, but it went over your head as you seemed to pace so quickly that you were almost sprinting in front of him.

“And then when Conor and Y/C/N get married I won’t be able to be maid of honour because everyone will feel awkward! Oh my god, what have I done?!” You screeched, surely having captured Josh and Conor’s attention by now.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Jack groaned, wrapping his hand around your wrist the same way you had done to him the night before and using it to pull you against his chest tightly, he used the other hand to push his fingers through your hair and pulled your mouth to his harshly. All of this happened in a manner of seconds.

Your eyes widened in complete shock and awe, not knowing what to do or how to react. Until it occurred to you that he was kissing you. Jack Maynard was kissing you and you were standing there like a shop mannequin! Who knew when this was going to happen again?

Before he could pull away, you stood up on your tip toes and used his shoulders to pull yourself up to his level. You shivered as you felt his fingers brushing against the bare skin of your back, opening your mouth slightly when he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth. You felt him grinning into the kiss, giggling as he pulled back, pressing chaste pecks to your lips as he mumbled against them.

“I love you,” he murmured against your skin, trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck, “I’ve loved you since you threw water on Conor’s shorts and told everyone he wet himself,” he chuckled, pulling back and looking at your face. You blushed under his strong gaze, looking down and your feet and giggling as he dug his fingers into your sides.

“Is this how you treat all of your overnight guests?” You asked him cheekily, stepping closer to him so you were almost chest to chest. He smirked at you, running his hands from your ribs down your sides and behind your thighs, his smirk deepening when you gasped as he hoisted you up and around his waist, your nails digging into his bare shoulders.

“Oh Sweetheart,” he chuckled darkly, “If you had been an overnight guest, you would not be wearing clothes right now,” He smirked, running his nose down the length of your neck and nuzzling into your collarbone. This was a different side of Jack then you’d ever experienced, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on a bit.

Hooking one of your hands under his chin, you dragged his face up to yours and pressed your mouth against his, letting out a soft moan as he dug his fingers into your inner thighs and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue your mouth. You tangled your fingers in his blonde locks, tugging on them slightly and giggling at the grunt that left his mouth.

Pulling away, you looked down at his flushed face, his lips cherry red and swollen, glistening with saliva as he smirked up at you. “If I forget to say it, I love you too,” you smiled shyly, already feeling a blush creep up from your chest. He grins at your confession, before dropping you on his bed. You squeal as you bounce on his mattress, “You know, you have an extremely comfortable mattress,” you giggle as he crawls up towards you, caging you between his arms and the plush bed.

He chuckles as he leans down to press a kiss against the base of your throat, smirking at your sudden intake of breath as he worked on leaving a mark on your neck, the sight of the bruises that man had left on you last night stirring up something primal deep within him.

“Oh Baby, you have no idea.”