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Massage (Jack Maynard Smut)

AN: sorry if this sucks, I haven’t written in so long, let me know what you think! Requests are always open!

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, dirty talk

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“Con?” I whined as I walked through his and jacks apartment door.

“He’s not here, out with Ollie.” Jack turned around to face me from the kitchen counter.

“Ughhh!” I huffed as I stormed over into their living room, plopping down face first into the couch.

“Why do you need him?” Jack asked following me.

“My back kills from work and I wanted him to massage it.” I spoke into the couch cushion.

“I could do it, I was the one who taught him how anyway,” Jack rolled his eyes, I turned my head to look at him.

“Really? You’d do that for me?” I smiled.

“Of course, YN.” He rolled his eyes.

“But I’m wearing a dress..”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, babe.” He chuckled as I blushed.

Jack and I were best friends, and of course best friends do crazy shit, like skinny dip together or even sometimes accidentally see each other change.

“Alright, but no funny shit.” He laughed and nodded before straddling my legs.

I felt my dress being slowly pulled up to my shoulders, exposing my bare ass.

His hands started putting pressure on my sore spots and they instantly started to feel better.

“That feels so damn good.” I hummed into the cushion.

Jack started adding my pressure on my sore spots, earning my moans from me.

“Fuck Jack,” I moaned, his grip on my waist got tighter and I swear I felt his dick rub against my ass.

His hands slowly started to linger lower to my ass but I was in too much ecstasy to say anything.

“Jack, what are you doing?” I moaned as I felt his big hands start to massage my thighs, close to my center.

“Don’t worry, just relax.” He shushed me, my eyes fluttered shut listening to his soothing voice.

I felt his finger tips ghost over my clit before they dipped into my panties pushing them to the side.

“So wet, so pretty.” He spoke, mostly to himself.

His fingers slid against my wet slit before pushing into my core. My back instantly arched.

“Jack?” I questioned him.

“Just stop thinking YN, we’re gonna massage all the way to your core.” He shushed me.

“Fuck jack,” I moaned out, trying to push my pussy closer to his fingers. His other hand gripped my waist and held me down so I couldn’t move.

“You feel so tight, baby.” He hummed, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of me.

“Jack, I need more.” I barley breathed out.

“What do you want, baby?” He circled his thumb against my clit, teasing me.

“I need you, please.” I arched my back trying to get closer to him.

“What do you need, YN, come on baby, beg for my cock.”

“Please, please fuck me Jack, I can’t take it anymore.” I whined loudly.

“Good girl,” he hummed removing his fingers from me.

I whined at the loss of contact, Jack chuckled and I heard his belt unbuckling behind me.

I felt the couch dip as he got up and dropped his pants and boxers on the ground and then got back behind me.

He dragged my panties down my legs before sliding his between my folds.

“You’re so hot.” Jack groaned as he pulled my hips up so we were in doggy style position.

I felt his cock slowly slide into me, we both let out a moan at the same time.

“Holy shit,” I cried out, my face burying into the couch cushion.

His large hands gripped my hips pulling me into his thrust every time.

He felt amazing, his cock knew all the right places to hit, I could feel every inch of him being buried inside of me.

“Jack! Fuck me harder” His gripped got tighter, I swear I’ll have bruises there in the morning, he complied with my command and thrusted harder and harder into me.

“Jack..I’m no gonna last long.” I groaned, his hands left my hips and gripped onto my hair.

“Fuck Yn, me either.” He pulled my hair so I was pulled up against his body.

He quickly connected our lips and I immediately kissed back. He reached his hand around to my front, while we were still kissing, and started to circle my clit again.

“Jack,” I whispered out of breath, he nodded, assuming what I was thinking.

He pulled out of me and I climbed off the couch.

“Take your dress off.” He commanded as he pulled his shirt off too.

“No bra? You dirty girl.” He smirked watching me.

He sat down on the couch and I straddled his lap.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jack smiled as I blushed.

I took Jacks length in my hand and started to stroke it. I started slowly rocking my body, against his cock, sliding it between my folds.

He starting kissing my neck, trailing little kisses and love bites down my collar bones and boobs.

I lined him up at my entrance and sunk down onto him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled on his hair as he stretched me out.

“Fuck jack, you feel so good.” He groaned as I tugged on the hair by the nape of his neck.

His hands flew to my hips to help guide me. All you could hear was the sound of skin slapping and our moans.

“Jack, I’m so close.” I whined. My head fell into the crook of his neck. I started leaving love bites all over his neck, marking him up for everyone to see.

“Fuck YN, me too.” He breathed out, tilting his head back so I have more access.

I grinder my hips down harder as I felt the familiar knot in my stomach start to build up.

“Jack, fuck I’m cumming!” I groaned out. He smirked at me and bit my neck as I came. I kept riding him, trying to make him spill over the edge.

“Fuck YN, you gotta get off before I cum inside of you.” He tried to compose himself.

“Just do it baby, I’m on the pill.” His eyes lit up and he quickly picked me up and flipped us into missionary position.

His hips drilled so fast into me I was starting to see stars.

“Holy shit jack!” I was so sensitive.

“Fuck baby, cum again, you can do it.” His thumb flew to my clit and started to attack it.

“Jack! Jack! Fuck!” My back arched my eyes screwed shut, and my toes started to curl as he thruster harder into me. I felt myself being pushed over the edge again and I let myself go.

“Fuck that was so hot.” He threw his head back as I felt him cum inside of me. He kept thrusting, riding out our highs.

He kept himself inside of me as he pulled me up and sat back down so we were in the riding position again.

“That was amazing.” He smirked as he kissed me roughly.

“I was waiting to do that forever.” Jack groaned against my lips.

“Hey Jac- holy shit guys! About time!” Conor covered his eyes.

“Fuck off Con! Get outta here!” Jack pulled me against him so Conor couldn’t see anything.

“It’s my house too, prick.” Conor laughed as he walked down the hall into his room.

“He’s never gonna let me live this down.” I groaned burying my face into his neck.

“Oh well, something this good shouldn’t be forgotten.” Jack smirked, quickly winking at me.

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Jack Maynard Imagine - Long Wait (SMUT)

To say you were frustrated would be an understatement. And you would be alright if it wasn’t because it was physically killing you, and you could do nothing about it. At least not satisfying enough.

You had been dating Jack for five, long dry months. Turning your best friend into your boyfriend had been harder than you thought, especially because there had been so many feelings involved you didn’t even know were there.

He had struggled as well. Seeing his best friend with other guys, seeing you being touched by hands that weren’t his, had risen something inside him. He didn’t know he was somehow in love with you until your lips touched another man’s, and he boiled with rage. Because you were not only his best friend, you were his princess, his girl, and it didn’t take him more than twenty seconds to drag you out of the club and away from that man’s touch.

You had been confused for a moment, before his lips roughly clashed with yours. You would be lying if you said you had never felt anything, even the slightest crush on Jack. Because he was attractive, and funny, and sweet. And he always made sure you were alright before he even could think about himself.

And so your hands had roamed his body, looking for some clothing to get rid of, right there in the middle of the street. Because you had wanted him for so long, and you wanted him to know.

But he grabbed your hand, pulling it away, and his own travelled their way down your butt and squeezed it. You bit your lip, unable to erase the thought of him lying above you, riding you caressingly “Y/N” he had whispered on your ear, sending chills down your spine “I want to take it slow, yeah?” He said before pressing his lips softly on the skin behind your ear.

Suddenly it all went away, as you focused on his lips gently pressing them against your jawline, and his hands firmly placed on the small of your back “I want to prove you that you’re more than that” he said, whispering again “Because you are one of the people I love the most, and I want to make sure that you know it”

His lips pressed against your neck, and you threw your head back in expectation “Jack” you managed to mumble, as you felt a sharp pain between your legs, and a feeling of desperation as you could do nothing about it “I really appreciate it, but-”

“No buts, babe” his hand cupped your cheek, as he pressed his lips against yours for a moment “I know myself, and I want this to work out as much as you do” he said, and you nodded.

You melted into his kiss again as the idea of not being able to touch Jack in any perverted away aggravated the pain on your core.

Despite having been with only one guy, you missed sex the most. And it wasn’t like he had given you any worth telling orgasms, but for some reason all you wanted to do was to get in Jack’s pants.

Five months passed, and it had been dry as a desert. You had tried to persuade him into fucking you senseless, but that boy was made of stone. Every time things got heated, he would pull away and change the subject into the most random, off-turning topic ever. And you were aching, aching for him.

It didn’t help that he was so fucking hot, either. Whenever you were hanging out at his place and he got out of the shower, you couldn’t help but look at the print on his towel when he wasn’t looking. You could only imagine what it’d feel like.

“Thank you guys for watching, see you next week, bye!” Jack waved at the camera before he got up and turned it off. You were sitting down on the kitchen counter, phone in hand, as you tried to look for that one Chinese restaurant you had loved so much a few weeks ago.

“It’s annoying me to death that I can’t bloody find this restaurant” you told Jack “I mean, it’s like 10 minutes away from my flat. I must be stupid”

Jack chuckled, and you could feel him getting closer to you “Thanks God you noticed, or else I’d have had to tell you” he joked, and you hit his arm.

Eyes still focused on your phone, you felt a pair of hands resting on your hips. You didn’t even flinch, as Jack’s most common place to lay his hands on you was your waist. He said it gave him a sense of protection towards you.

A few minutes later, you let out a desperate sigh, locking the screen of your phone “Fuck this shit, what else have you got in mind to eat tonight?” You asked.

Your eyes then locked with Jack’s, and you were taken aback for a few seconds. His eyes were darker than they had ever been, and you didn’t recognize the expression on his face. The grip on your waist suddenly tightened, and he pulled you closer to him, closer to the edge of the counter.

“I do have something else in mind to eat tonight” he whispered, and before you could understand want he meant, his lips were making love to yours. You wrapped your hands around his neck as his strong arms lead you closer to his firm torso.

Suddenly, his hands roamed the end of your -his, you now had a habit of stealing his clothes- tee shirt, and before he would back up again, you threw it above your head. He let out a small chuckle “In a rush, are we?” He smiled cheekily.

“You have no idea” you said before your lips met his again, your hands instinctively going to the elastic band of his sweatpants as he gently unclasped your bra.

When his mouth finally met your nipples, you melted into his touch. Your body pushed itself against his, longing for full connection. The way he made you feel was unbelievable, and you didn’t know how you could have gone by five months without such sensations.

“Jack” you moaned softly, as your hands went to his hair. His lips trailed their way down the edge of your leggings, before he slowly pulled them down your legs and to the other side of the room.

When his lips collided with your clit, you let out the highest pitched scream you had ever heard. You were already so wet, it was almost embarrassing. He worked his way inside you incredibly slowly, and you couldn’t help but pushing his head against your core to make him go deeper.

“Jack!” You whimpered, as he fastened his pace. You threw your head back in pleasant agony, resting your elbows on the cold kitchen counter. It didn’t take him long to make you come.

When his lips left your skin, you immediately sat up and hurried to the edge of his sweatpants, ignoring the emptiness you were now feeling. You pulled them down slowly, admiring every inch of his length, and imagining it how good it would feel inside you. You had longed him for so long, it was ridiculous.

He gently helped you down the counter, as you went down to your knees in front of him. You admired his length once more as you grabbed it between your small fingers, pumping it up and down before your soft lips wrapped around it. His hand went to the back of your head, guiding your mouth inside his cock as you sucked him dry.

His groans made you wet again, but so was he, and you felt overly proud of your work “Fuck, Y/N” he groaned, his head thrown back as you drove him towards climax “That fucking mouth of yours”

You pumped his length faster a few times before he came all over your mouth. You tasted him and swallowed, purely out of desperation. You had wanted him for so long, and you loved him so much, you wanted to give all of you to him.

He grabbed you by your sides and pulled you up so your legs were now around his torso. He teased you with his tip before he pumped it up and down a few times again, and all you could think of was how fucking good he tasted.

He pressed you down the sofa, legs opened wide, as he teased you at your entrance. But neither of you could wait much longer. When he filled you, you let out the loudest moan that had ever left your mouth. He was ridiculously big and it felt so fucking good, and you could feel was your walls clenching already as he slid in and out of you repeatedly.

He thrusted inside you faster every time, not being able to control himself when he felt how wet you were. He knew he wasn’t going to last very long, especially when he had you at his mercy, head thrown back, mouth open wide in pleasure.

And indeed, neither of you lasted very long. He filled you completely as he groaned loudly, thinking that maybe his neighbors wouldn’t look at him the same anymore. When his name left your mouth, he came again, unable to resist your screams.

He collapsed above you, breathing heavily as he ran a hand up and down your side “You alright, love?” He managed to ask.

You nodded “Yeah” you breathed out, your hands on his hair, as you pressed your lips against his once more “That was amazing, Jack”

“Worth the wait, huh?” He smiled.

“Indeed” you said as he hid his face on the crook of your neck. You kissed the top of his head “I love you, Jack”

“I love you too, Princess” he mumbled, planting a sweet kiss on your neck “Always”

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Massage (Jack Maynard Smut)

AN: sorry if this sucks, I haven’t written in so long, let me know what you think! Requests are always open!

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, dirty talk

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“Con?” I whined as I walked through his and jacks apartment door.

“He’s not here, out with Ollie.” Jack turned around to face me from the kitchen counter.

“Ughhh!” I huffed as I stormed over into their living room, plopping down face first into the couch.

“Why do you need him?” Jack asked following me.

“My back kills from work and I wanted him to massage it.” I spoke into the couch cushion.

“I could do it, I was the one who taught him how anyway,” Jack rolled his eyes, I turned my head to look at him.

“Really? You’d do that for me?” I smiled.

“Of course, YN.” He rolled his eyes.

“But I’m wearing a dress..”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, babe.” He chuckled as I blushed.

Jack and I were best friends, and of course best friends do crazy shit, like skinny dip together or even sometimes accidentally see each other change.

“Alright, but no funny shit.” He laughed and nodded before straddling my legs.

I felt my dress being slowly pulled up to my shoulders, exposing my bare ass.

His hands started putting pressure on my sore spots and they instantly started to feel better.

“That feels so damn good.” I hummed into the cushion.

Jack started adding my pressure on my sore spots, earning my moans from me.

“Fuck Jack,” I moaned, his grip on my waist got tighter and I swear I felt his dick rub against my ass.

His hands slowly started to linger lower to my ass but I was in too much ecstasy to say anything.

“Jack, what are you doing?” I moaned as I felt his big hands start to massage my thighs, close to my center.

“Don’t worry, just relax.” He shushed me, my eyes fluttered shut listening to his soothing voice.

I felt his finger tips ghost over my clit before they dipped into my panties pushing them to the side.

“So wet, so pretty.” He spoke, mostly to himself.

His fingers slid against my wet slit before pushing into my core. My back instantly arched.

“Jack?” I questioned him.

“Just stop thinking YN, we’re gonna massage all the way to your core.” He shushed me.

“Fuck jack,” I moaned out, trying to push my pussy closer to his fingers. His other hand gripped my waist and held me down so I couldn’t move.

“You feel so tight, baby.” He hummed, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of me.

“Jack, I need more.” I barley breathed out.

“What do you want, baby?” He circled his thumb against my clit, teasing me.

“I need you, please.” I arched my back trying to get closer to him.

“What do you need, YN, come on baby, beg for my cock.”

“Please, please fuck me Jack, I can’t take it anymore.” I whined loudly.

“Good girl,” he hummed removing his fingers from me.

I whined at the loss of contact, Jack chuckled and I heard his belt unbuckling behind me.

I felt the couch dip as he got up and dropped his pants and boxers on the ground and then got back behind me.

He dragged my panties down my legs before sliding his between my folds.

“You’re so hot.” Jack groaned as he pulled my hips up so we were in doggy style position.

I felt his cock slowly slide into me, we both let out a moan at the same time.

“Holy shit,” I cried out, my face burying into the couch cushion.

His large hands gripped my hips pulling me into his thrust every time.

He felt amazing, his cock knew all the right places to hit, I could feel every inch of him being buried inside of me.

“Jack! Fuck me harder” His gripped got tighter, I swear I’ll have bruises there in the morning, he complied with my command and thrusted harder and harder into me.

“Jack..I’m no gonna last long.” I groaned, his hands left my hips and gripped onto my hair.

“Fuck Yn, me either.” He pulled my hair so I was pulled up against his body.

He quickly connected our lips and I immediately kissed back. He reached his hand around to my front, while we were still kissing, and started to circle my clit again.

“Jack,” I whispered out of breath, he nodded, assuming what I was thinking.

He pulled out of me and I climbed off the couch.

“Take your dress off.” He commanded as he pulled his shirt off too.

“No bra? You dirty girl.” He smirked watching me.

He sat down on the couch and I straddled his lap.

“You’re so beautiful.” Jack smiled as I blushed.

I took Jacks length in my hand and started to stroke it. I started slowly rocking my body, against his cock, sliding it between my folds.

He starting kissing my neck, trailing little kisses and love bites down my collar bones and boobs.

I lined him up at my entrance and sunk down onto him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled on his hair as he stretched me out.

“Fuck jack, you feel so good.” He groaned as I tugged on the hair by the nape of his neck.

His hands flew to my hips to help guide me. All you could hear was the sound of skin slapping and our moans.

“Jack, I’m so close.” I whined. My head fell into the crook of his neck. I started leaving love bites all over his neck, marking him up for everyone to see.

“Fuck YN, me too.” He breathed out, tilting his head back so I have more access.

I grinder my hips down harder as I felt the familiar knot in my stomach start to build up.

“Jack, fuck I’m cumming!” I groaned out. He smirked at me and bit my neck as I came. I kept riding him, trying to make him spill over the edge.

“Fuck YN, you gotta get off before I cum inside of you.” He tried to compose himself.

“Just do it baby, I’m on the pill.” His eyes lit up and he quickly picked me up and flipped us into missionary position.

His hips drilled so fast into me I was starting to see stars.

“Holy shit jack!” I was so sensitive.

“Fuck baby, cum again, you can do it.” His thumb flew to my clit and started to attack it.

“Jack! Jack! Fuck!” My back arched my eyes screwed shut, and my toes started to curl as he thruster harder into me. I felt myself being pushed over the edge again and I let myself go.

“Fuck that was so hot.” He threw his head back as I felt him cum inside of me. He kept thrusting, riding out our highs.

He kept himself inside of me as he pulled me up and sat back down so we were in the riding position again.

“That was amazing.” He smirked as he kissed me roughly.

“I was waiting to do that forever.” Jack groaned against my lips.

“Hey Jac- holy shit guys! About time!” Conor covered his eyes.

“Fuck off Con! Get outta here!” Jack pulled me against him so Conor couldn’t see anything.

“It’s my house too, prick.” Conor laughed as he walked down the hall into his room.

“He’s never gonna let me live this down.” I groaned burying my face into his neck.

“Oh well, something this good shouldn’t be forgotten.” Jack smirked, quickly winking at me.

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Size Doesn’t Matter**

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SMUT WARNING**

“Joe, you’re so small buddy” Josh says as he scrolled through the group pictures on his phone that were taken last night.

“Yeah mate there is only one good picture where we all look relatively the same height but Jack and Oli already gone and posted that one” Caspar said as he double tapped the picture he had just mentioned. 

“Hey you snooze you lose” Oli said from his position on the couch. 

The boys had gone out last night and, as usual, had taken a few group pictures. Apparently the angles weren’t correct and in each picture the boys all towered over Joe, making him look smaller than he actually was. 

You had your legs pulled into your chest as you sat on the couch next to your boyfriend who was also scrolling through the photos from last night. He had no readable expression on his face but you knew what he was feeling, you could read him like a book.

“Hows your new diet going by the way? Thought we’d see some results by now” Caspar said in his usual joking voice. 

“Mate it doesn’t make me grow taller” Joe looked over at Caspar, giving him a weird look.

“I know, I just thought you would look bigger. I mean you’ve gotten a lot stronger but it doesn’t really show” He defended himself while the other boys laughed at Joe’s rebuttal.

“Looks like you’ll always be the smallest bud” Josh said looking up from his phone and over to Joe. 

“Actually that would be Y/N. That’s why I’ve been keeping her around” Joe said sending a wink your way. 

“She could do better” Josh remarked, something that had also been tossed around as a joke ever since you and Joe started dating. 

“Oh cheers guys” You said rolling your eyes before getting up and heading into the kitchen. 

“Alright mate,” Oli said with a yawn as he stretched his arms over his head, “I have videos that need to be edited and uploaded for tonight so I’m going to head out.”

“Yeah we should go too” Caspar said standing up and walking towards the door, Josh and Oli following close behind. 

“Bye Y/N!” The boys all said as Joe followed them to the door. 

“Bye guys” 

“See you guys later” Joe said with a wave as he closed the door behind his friends and walked into the kitchen to find an unamused look at your face. “What?”

“I wish you wouldn’t let them do that”

“Do what? “You know what Joe.” You said giving him a sad yet disappointed look.

“Y/N it’s fine. They’ve been doing that since the day we met them, its nothing now, just a good laugh.” “Except its not, we both know that. Isn’t that why you started going to the gym more? You always tell people your trying to build muscle and the people who don’t know you like I do believe you. But I don’t because I know that theres more to your reasoning.” 

You stood there watching your boyfriend shift on his feet as he took in your words. You’ve been together for 3 years and have seen him get so mad at himself at something he couldn’t physically change to the point where he wouldn’t even talk to you. You saw how the boys would tease him about his size and his height, everyone laughing knowing it was all just good fun, but you were the only one who saw Joe after everyone had left. He’s dealt with this for a majority of his life and it still got to him. 

The first couple of weeks after he started working with his personal trainer were great but when the results didn’t come in quick enough, Joe got down on himself again making it harder for him to intake all the calories that he was suppose to, or he’d end up skipping the gym all together.

You made your way over to him when the silence lingered above you for way too long. 

“Joe,” You said taking his his hands in yours. “I wish you actually meant what you said, that it was all just a laugh. And listen, your not small or short. Your actually quite tall, for me anyway, and you defiantly have grown since the first time we’ve met. You were perfect for me then and your perfect for me now. Besides, not really sure who you’re trying to impress, is there something or someone I should know about Sugg?” You questioned as you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“No love, only you” he said pulling you in for a kiss before wrapping his arms tightly around you. “And you’re right, you’re always right but it does suck that it does still get to me but I can’t really help it. Maybe I should just find me some new friends, ones who are smaller and shorter than me” 

You laughed into his shoulder. “You want to hang out with primary schoolers?”

“Hey! That wasn’t nice” 

“Sorry, I had too” you said kissing his lips again. 

Joe went to pull away but you leaned in closer, following his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you once again while his hands moved down to your waist and your tongues danced around each others mouths.

“Why don’t you let me take care of you Joe, I’ll make you feel better” You pulled away and whispered in his ear. Joe’s lips tugged themselves into a small smirk before leading you up to the bedroom.

You two were tugging at each other’s shirts as soon you at stepped foot into the room. With your lips reconnected, you blindly fumbled with the button on his jeans. Once you had successfully undid the button, you pushed him back onto the bed and pulled his jeans and boxers down his legs. 

“The boys may think you’re small, but your not” you said with a small smirk.

You waisted no time and quickly took his length in his hand, pumping it a few times as you watched Joe start to wither away at your touch. Slowly, you moved your mouth to his cock, licking a strip up the side before placing your lips over the tip, giving it a kiss. 

“Y/N” Joe breathed out as he looked down at you. 

You looked at him through your eyelashes as your lips made their way further down his cock. You sucked as you bobbed your head up and down, your hand working at the base of his cock. 

Joe let his head fall back into the pillows as a low moan escaped his lips. You picked up the pace at which you were bobbing your head, occasionally stopping to swirl your tongue around the tip before returning back to your previous actions.

Joe reached a hand down to cup your chin, guiding your face up to his so he could smash his lips into yours once again. You pulled away after a while and quickly removed your own jean and panties before straddling Joe’s waist and reconnecting your lips. 

Joe reached around your back and unclasped your bra, his massaging them in his hand before your bra even hit the grounds. With your lips still connected, Joe flipped the two of your over so your were now laying on your back.

“So much for letting me take care of you” You furrowed your eyebrows at Joe who only smirked in response. 

“One day, I promise” Joe said before guiding himself into you, causing you to moan out slightly, your hand gripping the bed sheets.

Joe gave you a few moments to adjust before he started thrusting in and out of you as he gradually picked up the pace. 

“Oh god” You moaned out, your grip on the sheets tightening. 

Joe moved a hand down to your clit as he continued to thrust deeper into you. 

“Fuck” he growled lowly as he felt your walls clench around him, making it harder for him to thrust into you. 

“I’m close Joe” you moaned out as you hands moved to grip onto his shoulders. 

“Just a little longer love” Joe said thrusting into you quicker as he too was getting close to his release. 

“Joe!” You yelled out feeling your orgasm creep closer and closer until you couldn’t hold it back any longer, your juices spilling over Joe’s cock as he continued to thrust into you, milking out your high, until he came himself. 

Joe pulled out of you and laid on the bed beside you, both your chests heaving up and down. 

“Feel better?” You said rolling onto you side, watching the small smile form across his lips as he thought back to the conversation the two of you had before hand.

“Yeah, thanks. I’m sorry I let their comments get to me, I know they don’t mean it and thats the worse part”

“I’ll tell them to quit, they seem to listen to me the most” you said, the two of you laughing. 

“Thanks love” Joe said rolling over on his side and giving you a quick kiss.

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Three’s a Crowd**

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SMUT WARNING**

Your friend from uni had come up to stay with you for the weekend to reconnect and have fun like you the two of you did back when you shared a dorm. Fortunately, Joe was out of the flat for most of the weekend either attending meetings or filming videos with the boys so you and Rachel were able to really dig into the gossip that had happened over the past 3 years. 

Rachel had come up Thursday night and for the next two days the two of you just lounged on the couch watching chick flicks and rom-coms. Joe would occasionally sit in for a movie or two but other than that he left the two of you alone.

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Don’t You Ever Do That Again | Joe Sugg Smut

“What are you doing?” You asked Joe, walking down the stairs of his apartment to see him emerging from the spare room.

“I was just making sure my ring lights were off” He responded, pausing to look up at you once he had closed the door.

“How long are they gonna be here?” You questioned, hopping off the bottom step of his staircase to meet him. You were dressed only in a black silk dressing gown, since you’d just got out of the bath. You usually wore your fluffy dressing gown as it was much comfier, however the more mature number you were sporting came in handy any time you wanted to entice your boyfriend.

Joe had invited the boys round for the evening. There was no particular occasion, only that he’d spent all day working and he needed to relax. They were all sat in the living room, YouTube videos on the projector as background noise as they drank, ate takeaway pizza and caught up on each others days. You and Joe didn’t live together, as even after a year and a half, neither of you were ready. However, you often spent time at his house and vice versa, even if it wasn’t always together. You’d spent the early evening cooking dinner together and catching up, but as the boys had arrived and you were too tired to entertain guests, you’d retired to his bedroom after quickly greeting them, watching YouTube videos and replying to some emails.

“I don’t know, probably all night baby. Why?” He answered, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I miss you” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling you closer to him.

“Come and sit with us” He suggested.

“I don’t miss you like that” You smirked, lowering your voice.

“Y/N” Joe laughed lightly, leaning his forehead against yours, “I offered to have sex with you before”

“Oh how generous of you” You responded sarcastically.

“You’re so annoying” Joe joked before leaning in to kiss you.

You smiled at him innocently, using your hand to tilt his head to the side, pressing a light kiss to his neck. Your hand moved down his body to his crotch, lightly brushing over it.

“Don’t” He breathed into your ear, clearly frustrated.

“I’m not doing anything” You giggled up at him, kissing his lips quickly before turning and walking back up the stairs as he watched you.

You’d just made it back into Joe’s bedroom, putting your laptop away and picking up a few things off the floor before you heard footsteps up the stairs. Smiling to yourself, you knew exactly who it was and exactly what he wanted. The bedroom door opened and closed quickly, and before you had time to turn around you were thrown onto the bed. You felt Joe on top of you, your back towards him as he moved your hair over to one side and began to kiss your neck roughly.

“I thought you didn’t have time” You said, panting slightly as his hands roamed your body, pushing your dressing gown up to reveal your bare skin.

“Five minutes” He muttered into your ear, before moving slightly away from you to kneel in the middle of the bed. You heard him unzip his jeans and throw them onto the floor. You leaned over to open his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom and passing it to him over your shoulder.

“Someone’s keen” He laughed.

“Shut up” You responded, way too desperate to engage in any actual conversation. You heard the rustling of the wrapper and felt his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him before he slowly pushed himself into you.

Your hand shot out in front of you, holding onto the bedframe for some support as he quickened his pace. As the boys were only downstairs, neither of you could make as much noise as you usually would, so instead the room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing. Joe’s lips attached to your neck, sucking roughly on the skin as you leaned your head back.

“Oh my god” You whispered loudly, careful not too make too much noise but unable to contain your pleasure.

“Baby” Joe groaned against your skin, “I’m so close”

“Already?” Your smirked through your heavy breaths.

“Yeah. You got me so worked up baby” He responded, gripping onto your waist. You continued for a few more mintues before his grip on your waist tightened, and you could tell he was close.

“I’m gonna cum baby” He breathed into your ear, “oh my god, baby, I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me gorgeous” you responded as his hand came up to meet yours on the bedframe.

“Fuck” He groaned, moaning as quietly as he could as you felt him reach his high. Once he’d finished, he kissed your neck once again before pulling out of you, disposing of the condom and pulling his jeans on as you turned around to face him.

“Did you like that?” You teased, smiling innocently as he moved to lean over your body.

“You’re a bad girl, you know” He said, lowering himself to slowly kiss your lips as his hand lightly squeezed your thigh, “don’t you ever do that again”

“Okay” You giggled as he stood up, smacking your ass before shaking his head, smirking at you as he exited the room. Moments later you the muffled sounds of his voice in the living room, explaining to the boys that he’d had to show you how to do something on your laptop. You laughed to yourself as you pulled the sheets over yourself in the knowledge that the boys had absolutely no idea what had just happened in the room above them.

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Overheard**

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The breakup you had just gone through was bad. So bad that you hadn’t talked to any of your friends in a weeks. You ignored all the phone calls, texts and knocks on your door until Caspar had remembered you giving him a spare key a while back which the boys had used to their advantage and entered your darkened flat. 

“Y/N?” Caspar called out flipping on the main light as the rest of the boys filed in one after another.

Your flat was quite, almost eerie-like as the boys checked each room leaving them confused when you were nowhere to be found. 

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Best You’ve Ever Had**

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Hanging out with the boys was great don’t get me wrong, but sometimes it can be a bit annoying. It can also get really awkward at times and none of the boys really seems to care, which only made it more awkward. 

Today’s conversation was about orgasms because someone had a new girl and blah blah blah. I was sat in Joe’s kitchen trying to get the some work done and to distance myself from the conversation because I didn’t want to be roped in and have to explain that contrary to popular belief apparently I haven’t had a lot of sex, and of the sex that I have had, it wasn’t that great. 

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game on

this is inspired by Jim’s in the closet with Joe video and I am not sorry at all. To understand all the clothes I mention go check out the video!

Word Count:  2250

Rating: R (Smut)

I hope you guys enjoy!

It was nice to have a boyfriend who had a fashion sense, because it meant your closet doubled in size. You rummaged through the closet you both shared, trying to pick your outfit for the day.

“Can’t find anything to wear?” Joe grinned, sliding past you to grab a hat from the top shelf. He was already dressed and ready for the day. “I vote you just stay in that.” He looked you up and down, eyes narrowed. You blushed a bit, but you loved it. After buying two bra and panty set options for valentine’s day, you weren’t about to let one of them go to waste, and it was so comfy you really would be content to wear it all day.

“Maybe I will,” you grinned. He groaned in exasperation, grabbing your hip and pulling you closer to him. He pressed a hard kiss to your lips, one you knew too well. One that meant something a bit more than usual.

“Don’t do this to me baby, you know I’ve got meetings all day,” his head dropped to your shoulder, his hands tracing your skin.

“The sooner you leave the sooner you’ll get back,” you whispered, walking him backwards out of the closet, pressing kisses to his lips along the way. 

“Or I could just cancel for the day. There are some things I would much rather do right now,” he murmured, holding you closely.

“Nope. Go on,” you teased him, pressing one last kiss to his now swollen lips before pushing him back. He stumbled slightly, rolling his eyes before they settled to look at you again.

“When I get home then? Please?” He pouted at you. You didn’t want him to leave, hell, you wanted nothing more than to throw him onto the bed right that moment and get on with it. But you also knew how fun the day would be if you drug it out. One of his favorite things was when you had missed him all day; it made you both desperate to get your hands on each other.

“Depends on if you can make it through all your meetings. If you make it through the day, then yes.” A smile played on your lips, and his eyes narrowed again, suspicious.

“What’re you up to?”

“Nothing. Now go on, you’re going to be late.” You danced over and pressed another kiss to his lips before he turned to leave. He looked back at you once more before he left, but you only put on your best innocent smile and gave him a wave.

You waited just long enough to be sure that his meeting had started, occupying yourself with making breakfast and coffee. You headed back into the closet, plan in mind. His meeting were usually loose, so you knew he’d be looking at his phone occasionally.

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Conor Maynard Imagine - Photograph (SMUT)

For the past few days, you have been frustrated. Really frustrated. At some point during the past week, you started seeing Conor with different eyes. Suddenly, you wanted to be more than his friend, more than his go-to shoulder when he was upset. And it was all because of that fucking cover.

Not a song cover, but a magazine cover. Gleam had managed to get Conor into the cover of UK’s most important fashion magazine, and you were regretting getting a copy. The photoshoot featured inside, a 5-page-long fucking shoot, had your insides tingling. You had never seen him look so sexy, so ready to pin you up against the wall. And God, did you want him to pin you up against a wall.

Your favourite picture of him was strategically kept at the bottom of your drawer, as if you were a crazy ass 13-year-old fangirl. Shame? None. He was sitting down on a wooden chair, his chin lifted up slightly. His eyes were closed, his air too bed-like for you to handle, and his left hand was grabbing his pants. He was biting his lip, and so were you.

That’s why, when he asked for your help with a video, you had struggled not to imagine him biting his lip, head thrown back in another situation that involved you kneeling down in front of him. Because that was all you really wanted.

Jack had told you he had a thing for you, but you knew it was smart not to trust Jack with everything he said. Since then, you thought you had seen him looking at you in a different way, yet you still thought you were imagining it. But you were tired of playing games. Lately you have been craving his touch, and not in the friendly way it always happened. You didn’t know where your obsession with Conor had come from, or why, but you sure were more than fine with it.

You were behind the camera, checking that everything was going well as Conor and Anth sung whatever they were recording. Your mind could only focus on Conor’s voice, and how good it would sound if he moaned your name with you on top of him. You sighed deeply.

“Sounded great, guys” you told them once they finished off “Don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t know you could sing so well, Anth”

The boy laughed, making you smile “It’s really a pleasure to surprise pretty girls like that” he said, and you saw Conor giving him a look by the corner of your eye.

You didn’t like Anth like that, and you well knew you weren’t his type - Jack had told you how he was trying to get with an LA blonde chick. But it didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun with the situation “It was a pleasant surprise, indeed” you told him, and then you winked at him just for the sake of it.

“Let me see if we need to do another take” Conor said coldly, grabbing the camera from your hands without even looking at you. You knew that serious expression on his face, and you were enjoying every second of it.

“Want to stay for a drink, Anth?” you asked him, ignoring Conor right besides you.

“He’s going out shortly, aren’t you?” Conor interrumpted, not even letting his friend speak up.

You noticed Anth was going to acept your invitation, but after Conor’s words, he changed his mind. He could tell his friend was annoyed for some weird reason, and the last thing he wanted was to get him upset “Actually, yeah” he said. You raised an eyebrow “I’d love to, but I’m in a rush tonight. Maybe some other day, Y/N”

He smiled at you, and you smiled back at him “Sure” But you were pissed off. It was not because you wanted Anth to stay, but because Conor had no rights to uninvite people from your plans.

“Okay, no need for a second take” Conor informed you after a few minutes.

“Right, then” Anth said, grabbing his jacket from the desk “I’ll see you tomorrow, mate. Bye, Y/N, thanks for your offer again”.

And with that, he left. When you heard the main door closing, you turned your head to Conor, who had his eyes fixed on the video “What the hell is wrong with you?” you snapped, getting him to lift his gaze.

“Hey, what did I do?” he sounded confused, yet you noticed a slight sass on his voice.

“Anth wanted to stay, but no, pretty boy over here had to be a dick about it and remind him that he had to be somewhere else” you crossed your arms in front of you.

“He really needed to be somewhere else” he said. After what seemed like three hours, he spoke again “Sorry I ruined your plans to flirt with him, if that’s what’s bothering you”

Your mouth hung open “Excuse me?”

He chuckled sligtly “Consider yourself saved” he said, and you adopted a more defensive position “I love him, but he’d leave you the morning after”

You raised your eyebrow again “And why do you even care?”

He left the camera on his desk, and walked towards you. You took a step back as the sudden image of him on that chair filled your thoughts again “Because you’re my friend” he smirked, and you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

But you sure knew it was a game for two “Right” you mumbled “If you were a real friend you’d have encouraged me to get with him, if that’s what I wanted”

He laughed, and you suddenly felt ridiculous. Maybe your attempt to look and sound tough wasn’t working as well as you had planned “I don’t think that’s what you wanted, love”

You gulped as he took a step closer to you. It was impossible that he was insinuating himself to you, you were probably just imagining things. But then, your eyes met his and you instintively bit your bottom lip.

“You don’t even know what you want yourself, let alone what I want” you said, your words stinging on his chest.

He shook his head, and lifted up his thumb to chew on his fingernail, his eyes never leaving yours. You could tell he was nervous “Right, I see you wanna play” he mumbled, and before you could take in what was happening, you found yourself pressed against his body, the cold wall behind you sending chills down your spine.

He pressed your foreheads together, his lips hovering at yours “I fucking know what I want” he whispered, his voice sending you on a state even more intense than his pictures had made you feel “And it’s you”

Your lips immediately pressed against his hungrily. You cupped his face on your hands while his roamed your body, pressing it closer to his. You moaned inside his mouth as he deepened the kiss, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you. Because you couldn’t take it anymore, and the friction you had been making between your legs wasn’t helping anymore.

“I need you inside me, badly” you moaned, unable to keep teasing around anymore.

“How bad do you need me, princess?” he asked you, already unblucking his belt.

“Conor, please” you begged as you felt his lips on yours again. His hands travelled to the small of your back, gripping at your sides in such a hot yet caring way it was driving you insane.

You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, as he started walking towards his bedroom. However, the steamy pressure your lips were making on his neck made him stop halfway, and he placed you up on the kitchen counter instead. He attacked your lips again, your hands instictively going to his bulge. You massaged it tightly, trying to get him to react. He moaned into your neck, making you tighten your grip.

You jumped off the counter to remove your leggins, as he did the same. He grabbed your waist and pulled you up again, pumping his now bare member with his hand. You opened your legs, admiring his actions in front of you, because you couldn’t count with the fingers of both hands how many times you had imagined yourself in that situation.

Eventually, Conor slid inside you in a swift move, giving you no time to adjust to his lenght. You let out a high pitched scream as he thrusted in and out. Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as his hands were on your waist, steading your body as he rapidly pounded inside you against the kitchen counter.

“Fuck, Y/N” he moaned, his face hidden on the crook of your neck. Your walls clentched around his member, making your both whimper in pleasure. He went on for a couple of minutes until he hit your spot, and you screamed his name in arousal, and he wasn’t able to take it any longer.

“Conor, that was…” you whispered as your head rested on his chest, recovering from your previous actions.

His arms tightened around your bare skin, and he kissed the top of your head “I love you, Y/N” he whispered back, catching you off-guard “I couldn’t see you flirting with Anth when all I wanted was to have you like this” he breathed out. He kissed your head again “My princess” he whispered to himself.

You lifted your head to look at him. You placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it carefully “Hey” you smiled “It’s fine, Con” He took your hand and placed a soft kiss on it.

“Let me at least take you out on a date?” he smiled, as you saw your cute old friend Conor Maynard again, instead of the hot mess in that photoshoot, and suddenly you realised you loved both way too much.

“I’d love to” you smiled, before leaning in and kissing his soft lips again.

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Camping** Version. 1

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Camping. You weren’t quite sure who’s brilliant idea it was to spark up the conversation of camping but after weeks of protesting, you were sat on a log watching your idiot brothers trying to pitch a tent. 

“We’re not going to make it to the end of the weekend are we?” Joe’s voice pulled you away from your brothers. 

Joe draped his arm around your shoulder letting your head fall to his. 

“Nope. Jack and Conor are either going to kill each other or one of us.” You said as you pictured a scene of one of the boys falling into the fire later tonight. 

Joe must have had the same image run through his head because he laughed and told you that he and Oli were taking care of the fire tonight. 

“This isn’t going to be very romantic will it?” you looked over at Joe.

“Hey just because everyone is here and were camping doesn’t mean we can’t make it romantic?”  “Oi will you stop fondling my sister and help us with this damn thing?” Jack shouted as he let the tent fall to the ground. 

Daylight was depending behind the trees just as you had finished pitching the last tent. Somehow out of the 8 of you, 3 of which were family, you were the only one with basic outdoor skills. Apparently Jack and Conor weren’t paying attention on your family camping trips you use to take all the time so you did most of the work. 

“Alright guys dinner is served!” Shouted Mikey from the picnic table where he had laid out all of the food you had packed for the weekend. 

“Mikey you do know that all this food has to last us at least 6 more meals” Oli questioned.

“I know but I thought we could have some variety” Mikey defended himself as everyone rolled their eyes. 

After everyone had ate, Joe and Oli worked on building a fire and after several attempts, finally got it to ignite and stay lit. 

“I can’t believe you have two have never had a s’more before!” You laughed as you watched Caspar and Josh roast their marshmallows. 

“Well sorry our family holidays weren’t to the middle of the woods” Josh said as he frantically blew the fire off his marshmallow. 

“Its hard to believe that you guys were on those holidays too” Joe said directing his words to the boys sitting across from him. 

“Mate that was a long time ago. We were so young!” Jack yelled.

“Y/N is younger than you guys and she at least remembers how to pitch a tent.” “Hey, that wasn’t out fault. The tent was defected.” Conor chimed in causing all the boys to erupt with laughter as they all remembered Conor getting mad and throwing the tent to the ground.

The moon was now high in the sky giving you just enough light to finish packing up all the food. Everyone had gone to their tents, exhaustion from the long drive and building camp setting over them. 

You dumped a bucket of water over the remains of the fire, watching the cloud of smoke release into the air as a pair of arms wrapped around your stomach. 

“I think its time we make this trip romantic” Joe said as his lips danced up your neck. 

“Joe now is not the time” You shrugged him off. 

“Why not? Everyones been passed out now for an hour or so, tonight is probably the only night we’ll have to ourselves.” Joe said, his hands snaking their way back around your waist. 

“Fine” You said turning around to kiss him deeply as he attempted to walk you backwards towards your tent. 

Thank god the boys had bought 4 tents for this trip. You were fairly certain that they would all agree that you and Joe would have your own no matter what but you honestly weren’t expecting the boys to follow through with much of this trip. 

You stumbled back into your tent, Joe falling onto of you having tripped over your bags. You let out a small giggle but was quickly silenced by Joe’s lips on yours once again.

 The tent was dark and but you managed to removed yours and Joe’s clothes, throwing them somewhere inside. Joe’s hand traveled down your stomach to your core, a finger collected your juices before sliding inside you of. 

You let out a moan as he started work his finger in and out. “Shhh babe.” Joe said against your neck as he nipped it. 

You bit down on your lower lip as Joe inserted another finger. It took everything inside you not to moan out his name or whine when his fingers were pulled out of you. 

Joe pushed you down onto the ground, pumping his cock and few times before pulling a condom out of his bag he had tripped over earlier. 

“Planning on getting lucky didn’t you Sugg?” You smirked as you watched his roll the condom onto his length. 

“Always gotta be prepared with you” he winked before running the tip in between your folds and slowly easing in. 

You let out a loud gasp as he filled you completely, pausing once he was in so you could adjust and compose yourself. Joe slowly moved his hips back and forth as he thrusted in and out of you.

You bit down hard on your lip as your struggled to contain your moans. A few escaped Joe’s as he picked up the paced. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down and attaching your lips to his. 

Your attempts to conceal your moans with his mouth failed as another loud moan left your lips. You moved your mouth to Joe’s shoulder where you bit down slightly causing him to wince in pain as he let his own head fall into the crook of your neck. 

Joe’s thrusts were getting sloppier and the moans were leaving your mouths more often but you kept them quiet…well you tired. Joe was hitting your g spot with every thrust and it was becoming too much for you to hold back. 

You let yourself release over Joe, a low moan ripping through your vocal cords as your body shook with euphoria. Joe released moments later into the condom, your name leaving his lips as his collapsed onto your body. 

The two of you laid in the dark, the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of heavy breathing. You rolled over into Joe’s chest, your arm moving up to his hair. He let out a hum as your fingers twisted themselves in his hair. 

You kissed his chest before laying your head on it, listening to the sound of this heart rate slow back down. 

“I love you” he said after a while of silence. 

“I love you too” you said as he kissed the top of your head, and wrapping his arms around you tightly.

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Quickly : Jack Maynard Smut

(y/n is really close with conor but one night when he’s asleep she goes into the bathroom to find his horny brother)

You and Conor first met on a tinder date. At first you really fancied him, and over the last few months you have both taken it slow but have gotten really close. You have both discussed your commitment issues and Conor totally agrees. You would love to be a in a relationship with Conor, you really would, but you love the freedom of being single. You were a very sexual person and so you have many one night stands. The first time you and Conor had sex was after a night out together – it was such an amazing feeling to finally relieve all of the sexual tension that had been building up between the two of you. Lets just say you honestly struggled to walk the next day.

To be honest, yours and Conor’s relationship was a bit complicated. You were basically together, but sometimes you did get with other people. It did annoy you when Conor had sex with other girls because you did really like him – the jealousy would always bubble through your body yet you couldn’t do anything about it as you also slept with other people.

You both agreed not to kiss anyone in front of each other to rub it in your/his face. Conor always got jealous, too. One time when he caught you kissing a guy at Joe’s party it totally went off – the guy left with a nose bleed.

However, one thing that you really struggled with was Jack fucking Maynard. Conor’s little brother was the most irritating shit you had ever met. He always knew how to get under your skin and how to piss you off. You have no idea why he decided to be a dick to you the moment he met you, but he always has and you’re sure he always will.

It started off with little digs and rude comments that did actually offend you, but as you spent more time with Conor you realised what his brother was actually like. His comments did not offend you nowadays and you would normally tend to say something back – leading to an argument.

Conor normally laughed at your little arguments with Jack, but sometimes when they got too personal he’d have to stop them. Jack knew exactly how to wind you up and you hated it.

You were sat in your London apartment watching some TV when your phone buzzed. It was Conor.

‘What you doing tonight? Xx’

‘I have nothing planned, why? Xx’

‘Wanna come out? Me and the boys xx’

‘Sure xx’

‘Good, get ready and meet us at ours in an hour? Xx’

‘An hour? I cant get ready in an hour!! X’

‘Well hurry then babe ;) xx’

You sighed and put your phone on the side. Walking to your wardrobe, you thought about what you were going to wear tonight. You didn’t even know where you were going – most probably a club.

1 hour and 23 minutes later, you were in an uber on the way to Conor’s. You had chosen to wear a simple black dress. But you were starting to doubt it as it was really tight and showed your chest off a lot. You had to keep pulling it up at the top.

You thanked your driver and stepped out of the car, buzzing the apartment you needed and making your way up. It was quite hard to walk in the shoes you were wearing as they were so high. When you walked in, all the boys were there.

“Hey Y/N!” Joe greeted you as he was the first one to see you.

“Hi!” You replied just as Conor spotted you. The music was up quite loud so it was no surprise that the others didn’t hear you come in.

“About time.” Conor laughed when he reached you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and wrapping his arms around your waist. His hair was in it’s usual style and Conor was wearing a white t shirt under a black leather jacket along with some black ripped skinny jeans.

“I’m only like 20 minutes too late!” You defended yourself, snaking your arms up around Conor’s neck.

“Mmh whatever.” He hummed and kissed you again. He lightly pushed you up against the front door as the kiss got more intense and that’s when you had to pull away, shooting him a warning look to say not in front of his friends.

“Can we go now? Oh hi Y/N!” Caspar said, sending a small wave to you.

“Hi Casp.” You smiled.

“Right, lets go then.” Conor said quickly before grabbing your hand and opening the door.

“What is up with you?” You asked Conor as you were walking back down the steps of his apartment block.

“Nothing. You just look really good tonight.” He grinned, tightening his grip on your hand.

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When you all finally got to the club, Jack insisted that everyone does shots. You all sat in the corner around a large table, of course you were next to Conor. Jack arrived to the table with a tray full of shots as everyone cheered and took one.

Throwing your head back, you downed the shot quickly. The alcohol burned your throat and you pulled a disgusted face. Everyone sat at the table for a while, enjoying their drinks.

“I wanna look for some girls.” Jack told everyone as he slammed his empty cup down on the table.

“Of course you do.” You snorted, not thinking he would hear. But when you saw his eyes connect with yours as he pulled an evil look, you knew he had heard you.

“Excuse me?” Jack asked.

“Nothing.” You smiled sarcastically at him. You felt Conor’s hand go to your thigh.

“Didn’t think so, slag.” Jack replied.

“What the fuck did you call me?” You felt yourself getting more and more angry at him as he sat there with a smug look plastered across his face.

“Oh, you didn’t hear me? I called you a slag.”

“Says you?! Jack you have slept with way more people than I have so I don’t really think you’re in a position to call me a slag.” You argued back, taking a sip of your wine.

“All I’m saying is I know a slag when I see one.” He put his hands up, trying to look innocent.

“And all I’m saying is you’re a dick head. Go find a girl then, like you wanted.” You said to him, wanting nothing more than for him to go away.

“I’d rather stay here and piss you off.” He grinned. For a second, you almost smiled back. You hated yourself for it – but you secretly found Jack very attractive, and when he grins at you like this it makes your heart melt a little.

“Right, well you two can stay here and argue but I’m going to have a good time.” Conor announced as he finished his drink.

You hadn’t even noticed, but everyone else had gone to dance. Conor got up, pressed a kiss to your cheek and went to join the others on the dance floor. For some reason, Jack scooted closer to you on the seat.

“Notice how he didn’t even defend you? Because he knows you’re a slag.” Ouch. Jack’s words hurt you a lot, but you wouldn’t let him know that.

“Shut up.” You mumbled, feeling yourself becoming weaker in this argument.

“You know I’m right. It’s why he doesn’t want you to be his girlfriend,” Jack came even closer. “He just wants you to stick around so he can have sex on tap.”

“Fuck off, Jack, seriously.” You sighed.

“I’m his brother, so I would know.” He added, placing a hand on your thigh which suddenly made your breathing increase.

“You’re just trying to wind me up. Stop.” You replied, pushing his hand off and turning to try and locate Conor. Your heart dropped when you spotted him, dancing very intimately with a brunette. You quickly looked away, knowing that they’ll be kissing any time soon and you didn’t want to put yourself through that.

“See? He doesn’t fucking want you.” Jack growled, his lips so close to your ear. You felt so fucking hurt, the alcohol and Jack’s words were really getting to you and you hated it.

Suddenly, you felt Jack’s lips against your neck. This is the last thing that you had expected to happen. As he kissed and nipped at your skin with his soft lips, your eyes fluttered closed and you felt yourself biting down onto your bottom lip. This was Conor’s younger brother doing this – and you suddenly felt super guilty when you felt your underwear getting damp.

“Jack,” You breathed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Jack pulled away from you and you almost whined at the loss of contact. He stared at you for a few seconds with no expression, just blinking. You didn’t know what the hell he was thinking but you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

“I just came over to say that if I were you two, I wouldn’t be doing that. Conor is just over there.” You looked up to see Joe, drink in his hand and a concerned look on his face.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, mate.” Jack replied as he stood to his feet.

“Just saying.” Joe replied, holding his hands up as though he was defending himself.

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The night was coming to an end and you all made your way out the uber. After your little incident with Jack, you decided to spend the night with Josh and Joe, downing lots more shots and dancing like idiots. They both made you laugh a lot, helping the fact that Conor was in the corner busy with another girl. Thankfully, Conor climbed into the uber by himself.

“Hey babe.” He slurred, pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

You almost wanted to push him away. But you remembered the rules, Conor wasn’t doing anything wrong and you weren’t in a relationship. Jack’s words came back to you, stinging a little. As the uber had to fit all of you in, it was kind of like a mini bus and so you had to sit opposite someone. Unlucky for you, you were sat opposite Jack.

“Had a good night?” Conor asked you, rubbing your thigh.

“Yeah it was alright. You?” You replied, sending him a small smile.

“Really?” Jack snorted, interrupting your conversation with Conor. “Of course he did, did you see him with that girl? Mate, she was a solid nine out of ten!”

As Conor laughed at his brothers words, you felt yourself doubting your relationship with Conor more and more – but that was the thing, you Conor weren’t in a relationship. Maybe it was just Jack messing with you tonight or it was your true feelings coming out because you were drunk. You’ll just have to see how you feel about the situation in the morning.

“Stay over?” Conor asked you as the uber was nearing his, Jack and Josh’s apartment block. “Please?”

“OK.” You agreed.

Even though your head was a mess right now, the chance to have sex with Conor was something you’d never turn down. That boy was amazing in bed, you could not get enough. He laced your fingers together and smiled at you when you agreed.

It was a nice feeling to finally get home (to Conor’s) after the club. You had no idea what the time was and you were still feeling a bit drunk. When you all got inside, you immediately went to Conor’s room and got out of your clothes, throwing on a t shirt of his and leaving your legs bare – his t shirt came down to your mid thighs anyway.

You went and joined the three boys in the living room where they were eating a cold pizza from dinner. Josh and Jack were sat on the sofa and Conor was laying down on the rug, next to the coffee table as he was munching on a slice of pizza.

“Is Conor alright?” You laughed, noticing how drunk he actually was.

“Think he’s had a few too many shots tonight.” Josh replied as you took a slice of pizza.

You looked over at Jack – instantly regretting it. Even though he had his phone up in front of him, as though he was on it, his eyes were on you. He looked up and down your body before his tongue poked out, swiping across his bottom lip.

Not only did this make your cheeks go bright red, but it also sent wondrous feelings straight to your core. You tried to ignore Jack as you all finished up the pizza, just scrolling through your phone and watching the TV.

The time was 2:34 when Conor picked himself up off the floor and announced he was going to bed. You almost sighed at the fact that Conor was clearly too drunk to have sex tonight. You probably should have just gone home instead of agreeing to stay round.

“I’m also going to head. Night you guys.” Josh spoke up and you Jack both replied saying good night to him.

About ten minutes had passed and you had had enough of the tension within the room. You wanted to ask Jack why he kissed your neck earlier, but you had a strong feeling he was just trying to mess with you. With a sigh, you got up and headed off to the bathroom to brush your teeth, leaving Jack alone.

You shut the door of the bathroom, not bothering to lock it as you never did. You decided to quickly style your hair into a single French plait before bed, helping yourself for tomorrow. You wiped all your make up off of your face and quickly cleansed it, using a face scrub that was there.

When you started to brush your teeth, the door flew open, revealing Jack in nothing but his boxers.

“What are you doing? I’m using the bathroom.” You told him, having to take the tooth brush out of your mouth.

“Well, you’re taking too long and I need to brush my teeth too.” He replied.

“You’re so annoying.” You rolled your eyes at him, carrying on brushing your teeth.

However, when Jack leaned over to grab his toothbrush, you felt something hard poke into your ass. Your eyes widened when you came to realisation that Jack had a hard on.

“Jack!” You squealed.

“What? It’s not my fault.” He shrugged.

“Well, it is your fault.” You replied.

“No it’s not.”

He leaned into your again, his hard member poking into your ass once again. It was kind of turning you on a little bit – OK, a lot.

“Stop pressing it into me, seriously.” You warned him.

“You’re the one taking up all the room, I can’t get to the sink.” He pointed out, gesturing to the fact that you were in front of him.

“I was here first!” You defended yourself.  You felt Jack’s hand go to the bottom of the shirt you were wearing, pulling it up a little so that your ass was now on show. “What the fuck?”

“I didn’t mean to do that.” He lied, grinning a little bit as he leaned into you more.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He was teasing you – and it was working.

“Jack, what are you doing?” You turned round so that you were fully facing him now, he looked good. His hair was now messy, his bare chest and stomach was exposed which was possibly the hottest thing you had ever seen and his length was so visible as it was straining against his boxers.

“Nothing, why?” He replied, ignoring the fact that his hard cock was against your ass.

“Can you please get rid of that, or do something!” You groaned.

“How am I supposed to get rid of it? It’s not like I can do anything with you in the room.” He defended.

“At least stop pressing it into me.”

When you turned around, trying to carry on with your teeth, you felt Jack’s hands on your hips.

“Unless you wanna help me out a bit.” He mumbled into your ear.

“Are you serious? You’re Conor’s little brother and he’s literally in the room over there. Don’t be ridiculous.” You replied quickly, even though a huge part of you wanted to say yes – you were aching for him at this point, literally soaked.

“Shame. Would have loved to take you right here against the kitchen sink. So fucking hard for you right now, Y/N…” Jack groaned out, pressing his hard on into you once again.

This was when you almost lost it. His words went straight to your core, and you pressed back into him, hoping to get some friction between your legs. Fucking the little brother of the guy you were seeing was such a hot concept to you, and you were so fucking horny right now.

“Fine!” You gave in, dropping your toothbrush in the sink.

“Fine?” Jack repeated, sending you a questioning look in the mirror.

“You can fuck me quickly.” You clarified, grabbing the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your legs before pulling your – Conor’s – t shirt up.

You put one leg up onto the counter, allowing Jack to have a better access to your soaked pussy. You felt his fingers go your exposed slit, collecting your wetness.

“Fucking hell, see how wet you are for me. You’ve always wanted me to fuck me, haven’t you? You’re so dirty.���

You ignored his words as he pulled his length out of his boxers, pumping himself a little before pushing himself into you. His actions made you hiss at the feeling, trying to get used to his size. Both of his hands went to your bare ass, one of them slapping down onto the exposed skin.

As Jack slammed in and out of you, you couldn’t help but watch the scene unfold in the mirror in front of you. Jack’s eyes were screwed shut and he was biting down onto his bottom lip. What a sight.

The fact that you were in the bathroom, being fucked by his little brother than actually laying in bed with Conor right now made you feel a bit guilty. But the pleasure was too good for you to care right now.

Going on birth control was one of the best things that you had decided to do as the feeling of Jack’s bare cock against your skin was amazing. He started to hit your g-spot with every thrust and you had to refrain from moaning out. His grip on your ass was getting tighter and tighter but it felt good.

You gripped onto the sides of the sink as Jack roughly thrusted in and out of your soaked pussy. You copied Jack, biting down onto your lip to try and stop yourself from moaning. When the pleasure got too intense, you felt yourself draw blood from your own lip.

“Y/N, babyyyyy…” Jack moaned, keeping a good rhythm with his hips as he fucked you from behind.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, trying your absolute hardest to stay quiet.

You felt one of Jack’s hands creep up your t shirt and take one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing before roughly massaging. This only added to the pleasure and you loved the feeling of Jack touching your body. He knew exactly how to handle a woman and it only excited you more. For a second you found yourself wishing that it was Jack you went on that first tinder date with a not Conor.

You didn’t think the sex could feel any better until Jack’s hand left your chest and went to your clit, rubbing his fingers over the skin at an impressive pace. This was when you really struggled to stay quiet.

“Fuck, Jack, oh…” You moaned quietly, even though you really wanted to scream out his name so everyone could hear.

“Conor could never fuck you as good as this, could he?” Jack asked. When you didn’t reply, his hand slapped your ass again before repeating himself, “Could he?”

“N-no.” You stuttered out, your whole body moving with Jack’s as he picked up the pace.

“Baby I’m-.”

Jack calling you baby honestly made your heart melt. You knew exactly what he was going to say as you felt his thrusts getting sloppy before you felt a warm liquid running down the back of your leg. He continued to move in and out of you a few more times, patiently waiting for you to finish.

As Jack continued to work faster on your clit, you felt yourself high your high as your orgasm washed over you. Keeping your mouth shut, you let out a small cry as it was the most intense orgasm a man has ever given you.

“Oh my god, Jack.” You breathed out when he pulled out of you.

You turned around so you were now facing him again. His eyes looked tired and his cheeks were flushed red.

“Thank you.” He said to you as he tried to catch his breath.

You smiled before stepping towards him and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. Jack’s eyes fluttered closed and savoured this moment with you. You felt your stomach do flips as Jack wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss. And that’s when you knew which Maynard you really wanted to be with.

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Liar Liar - Jack Maynard Imagine

Title: Liar Liar Pairing: Jack x Reader Warnings: smut af Requested(?): yes, thank you!

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My Game, My Rules

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“Will you just admit it Joe?! I don’t understand what the big deal is” you snapped at your boyfriend. 

“No Y/N because I’m not jealous.” He snapped back walking across from the room. 

“Yes Joe you are. Your scared that I can pull more people than you can.”

“Y/N its not that…” Joe’s voice shifted an octave as you rolled your eyes.

“Then what is it? Because as I do recall, before me you had a pretty hard time pulling girls” You cocked your head to the side as the boys sat behind you, cheering you on. 

“Fine then.” Joe said feeling rather annoyed about this conversation. “Lets play a little game, whatever one of us can get the most number tonight wins”

“What do I win?”

“The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser…for a week”

You narrowed you eyes, complementing your boyfriend’s offer. Obviously you weren’t second guessing your chances of winning tonight, rather thinking of all the ways you could have your boyfriend for a whole week. 

“Deal.” You said sticking your hand out, Joe taking it firmly giving it a shake.

“Alright is that settled because I want to go, my buzz is wearing off” Jack said standing up from the couch. 

“Lets go over the rules once more…” You rolled your eyes at Joe’s words, already hearing the rules of his little games twice now. “The person with the most numbers win. You can’t ask for the number, they have to be given it. You may, however, do whatever it takes for them to give your their number. The only thing that is off limits sex, thats not the objective here.”

“Joe I’m going to have sex with someone just so I can get their number and win this stupid game”

As the night went on, Oli and Josh kept tally of each number you and Joe had brought back to the table. You were a head by only a couple and were determined to beat Joe in this stupid game but you were pleasantly surprised at how good he actually was with picking up girls. 

You watched as Joe handing Josh another piece of paper signally he had just gotten another number. Deciding that you were going to have to pick up the pace, you excused yourself from the man you were currently talking to who honestly, didn’t seem interested, and made you way over to a guy who had been eyeing you up and down all night. 

“Hi there” you said as you walked up to him. 

“I’ve been watching you nearly the whole night, you playing a game?” the man asked, a smirk sliding across his lips. 

“Yes, my idiot boyfriend doesn’t think I can get more number than he can” 

“Hmm well, I think I might be able to pull you ahead” He winked as he snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

Joe was back at the table when he looked in the direction where all the boys had been staring for quiet some time now. 

“Mate she’s good” 

“Yeah I didn’t know she had it in here” 

They were all watching you and the man as you whispered something in his ear, his grip around your waist tightening. 

Joe was unamused. He was a little mad even. He had watched you with the first couple of guys you had talked to and none of them were thing handsy. 

Something flooded over Joe as he watched the mans hand travel to your bum and he couldn’t just stand around watching anymore. 

“Hey!” Joe called out walking up to you and the stranger. “Thats my girlfriend you have your hands on”

“Hey mate, calm down, I was just helping her win the game. Here you go love” The man said handing you a piece of paper with numbers scribbled on it. 

“She doesn’t need it” Joe said swatting the paper out of his hands and he pulls up away from the man. 

“Joe, what are you doing?” you asked confused at his sudden actions. 

“I hate this game.” He mumbled pulling you outside and flagging down a taxi. 

“You’re just mad, I was winning” You smirked getting into the back of the taxi.

Once you were back at your flat, Joe was quick to push you against the wall, his lips burning against your skin. His hands traveled down your back, unzipping your dress and pushing it down your body. 

“Hey hey hey,” You said pushing him away. “I do believe I won.” 

“I don’t care”

“Joe this isn’t fair”

“My game, my rules” he said before reattaching his lips to yours. 

He pulled away and you were quick to pull his shirt over his head. Joe pulled you into your room, pushing you to the bed removing his jeans and boxers. He was already hard and you were already dripping. Joe unclasped your bar and ripped your panties from your body, discarding them on the ground next to his own clothes.

Joe hovered above you, kissing your deeply as he eased into you without warning. 

“Shit Joe” You gasped as he filled you, your hands going to his back nails digging into his skin causing him to wince.

“You’re mine Y/N.” He said as he started to thrust into you quickly and harshly. 

Your hands fell from Joe’s back, gripping the sheets as Joe’s cock reached deeper inside of you. Moans were leaving your mouth so loudly that you were sure that your neighbours would call with a noise complaint but that was the last thing that was on your mind. 

Joe’s moans were loud too. The moans were more curse words mixed with your name as he picked up the pace even more. Your back arched off the bed pushing your chest into Joe’s as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your release. 

“Joe..m’close” You panted out trying to hold in the sensations that so desperately wanted to be set free. 

You’re attempt, however, failed as you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you as you clenched around Joe releasing onto him, his name leaving your throat as your body shuddered underneath him. Joe came right after you, only intensifying your oragasm as he continued to thrust into you.

Joe pulled out of you and laid next to you on the bed snuggling his head into the crook of your shoulder. 

“Well.” You said after catching your breath “I do believe, I won and that you were in fact jealous or else that wouldn’t have just happened.”

 You turned over so you were facing hims, pushing his fluffy hair out of his eyes. Joe’s eye were closed and you smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.  “But you’re cute even when you are jealous”

“I’m not jealous” He said pulling you closer to him, then covering you both up with the duvet. 

“Whatever. But I still won!”

“Yeah yeah, we’ll discuss the logistics in the morning” Joe said squeezing your tighter. 

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Conor Maynard Imagine - Crazy (SMUT)

It wasn’t until you were right in front of your wardrobe than you realized you had actually nothing to wear. You had just finished filming some kind of weird, fun challenge with Conor in your flat, and while he cleaned up all the mess in your living room, you were stressing out about what to wear to that goddamn date.

Suddenly, Conor’s head popped from behind your door “Y/N” he called, and seeing that you were fully clothed and just standing there, chewing your nail nervously, he walked in “Hey, what’s the nervousness all about?”

He gave you a side hug and a tender kiss on top of your head. You leaned against him, considering that maybe that black cocktail dress in front of you wasn’t a bad idea at all.

“I’m just stressing over my outfit” you told him, releasing yourself from his touch to grab the dress “Nothing new” you held the piece of clothing in front of you and showed it to him “Opinions?”

Conor’s mind flirted with the idea of actually seeing you in that dress. Every time you wore something like that, you always caught him giving you a look from head to toes, admiring how the fabric hugged your curves. But you ignored him, as you weren’t supposed to notice his lusty stares.

Your relationship with him was rather strange. Sure, he was one of your best friends. Yet he wasn’t like Josh or Oli; you actually wouldn’t mind banging Conor if you had the chance. 

You were playful with one another. Any time you could, your hands would travel to each other’s body, half of the time in a soft, friendly way. But the other half of the time, you could actually feel his fingers burning on your skin, his grip tightening around your waist in the roughest way you had ever seen. But you liked it.

“Why would you need to wear that for?” he asked, and you realized you hadn’t told him about your date.

The truth was, even if your heart ached for him in ways you would have never imagined, you weren’t made of stone. He never made a move, never let it slip that he actually wanted to be more than friends. So when this cute boy hit on you through Tinder, you weren’t going to say no.

“Tinder date tonight” you simply said, turning back to the pile of clothes you had behind you.

You bent over to grab a white blouse, and Conor’s eyes couldn’t help but wander towards your hips and downwards. He licked his lips. 

Conor wasn’t the ladies type of man, at least not as intensely as his brother. Sure, he had brought this and that girl home for some night fun, but he kept it all for himself. Every time he was with you, his insides melted. You were his only girl friend after all, and as time passed by, his friendly feelings towards you increased until he found out they weren’t so friendly anymore.

The first time he looked at you with different eyes, you were celebrating Joe’s 25th birthday. You were wearing a simple tight black skirt with ankle boots and a white blouse with stripes. Yet every time he landed his eyes on you, all he wanted to do was to pull you closer and never let go. He realized he wanted to protect you, to see your smile every day, to hold you while you slept. He drank to ease the unexpected pain of seeing you dance with another guy.

The second stage overcame him not soon afterwards. It happened while you were alone at his flat, watching some silly cartoon movie which always made you laugh, because you were on your period and all you wanted to do was to die.

But when he saw you in those ridiculously short pyjama pants and a loose t-shirt that once belonged to him, which also accidentaly revealed that you had no bra on, he had to control himself. Having you all cuddled up against his side wasn’t helping either. While the silly little chicken on TV was running around, all he could think of was how hot you’d look if he pinned you up against a wall and thrusted into you until your throat couldn’t take more screaming. He took a cold shower afterwards.

“Oh, alright” you heard him say as you stood back up again. His tone made you raise an eyebrow “Have fun then”

You turned back to him, frowning “Is there any problem with it?” you asked him, but you immediately noticed he wasn’t looking at you. Well, he was, but more specifically he was looking at your uncovered stomach and how bad he wanted to uncover the rest of it.

“Earth to Conor” you called him, waving a hand in front of you.

He snapped his eyes back up to look at you “Nothing’s wrong” he said, as if nothing had happened.

Still not convinced, you turned around again, getting on your tiptoes to reach the top shelf “Shit” you mumbled, not being capable of reaching it whatsoever. Suddenly, you felt a pair of cold hands on your bare skin, lifting you up. With no effort, you grabbed the bag you were looking for.

“Thanks, Con” you said once your feet touched the ground again. But his hands, now warmer, were still on your waist “You c-” before you could finish, you felt Conor’s lips on your neck, making you drop the bag with a loud bang.

His grip tightened around you. You moved your hands on top of his, suddenly wanting to feel his touch more than ever. You tilted your head back as he sucked on your neck, working his way up and down. You didn’t know what was going on, but you sure weren’t going to stop it.

Eventually, you turned around to meet Conor’s lusty eyes staring right back at yours. You licked your lips before attacking his heatedly, not even waiting to slip your tongue in. His hands travelled to your bum, squeezing it as you jumped and wrapped your legs around his torso. You sucked behind his ear, making him groan.

“Someone was jealous after all” you managed to breathe out as he kissed your neck again. You thought he was bound to leave a mark.

He hit that spot behind your ear, and you let out a small moan as your grip on his waist tightened, your legs unconciously pushing against his hips “Fuck” he whispered, and you thought it was the sexiest you had ever seen it.

He pushed you against the wall, a knee pressed between your legs to hold you as he rapidly took your top and your bra off. You felt the warmth of his mouth on your chest, and it was making your lower parts ache with anticipation.

You took his jumper off and attempted to remove his belt when he grabbed your hand and put it above your head “And to think that you were about to go out with that idiot” he breathed on your ear “When I can make you feel ten times better” he finished, and you smashed your lips against his again.

His hand roamed the elastic of your jeans until they made their way inside them and under your underwear. Conor stuck his middle finger inside you, the sudden feeling of something inside you making you groan “You’re so fucking wet already” Conor whispered, indroducing yet another finger inside you. You let out a high-pitched scream as he thrusted in and out quickly “I’m gonna have to dry you up”

Before you could blink, your jeans and underwear were flying across the room. Conor held your hips and pressed your body against he wall as he kneeled down in front of your entrance. You pushed at his hair once his tongue filled you, your legs tembling on his shoulders. 

“Fuck, Conor” you shouted, hoping the neighbours were not at home or it’d be extremely embarrassing to run into them ever again. You screamed his name again as you felt your high approaching, not being able to hold yourself back.

Seconds before you were about to come, Conor’s mouth left your lower parts, making you groan in annoyance “Conor, I swear to god” you mid-screamed “I can’t take it anymore”

He sucked on your neck again, his favourite spot of yours “What do you want me to do, baby?” he asked on your ear. Your hips pulled against his even more.

“Just fuck me already, Conor” you groaned, and before you knew it, his pants followed yours as he pulled himself inside you. You whined. He didn’t give you any time to adjust to his width, as he started banging you against the wall roughly, something you had never imagined he was capable of. He always looked so sweet and inoccent. The thought of him being rough and dominant just to you turned you on even more.

He groaned in pleasure as your walls clentched around his member, only making him pound you faster and faster. You were a screaming mess. Your bodies were sweating as you held to one another, making each other feel as if nothing else in the world mattered besides what was happening on that wall.

You came seconds before he did, the sloppiness making you feel dirtier than ever. When Conor rode out his high, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug like the ones he always gave you. Only this time, he was also inside you.

“That was…” you said as you tried to catch your breath “Something else”

His head was on your shoulder as you rubbed his hair “I fucking loved that, Y/N” he spoke, rising his head to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

“I guess I’m not going to any dates tonight” you smiled, brushing your finger against his sweaty cheek as he smiled back at you.

“You are” he said “But with me”

You smiled again, kissing his fully lips as if it were the first time you tasted them “You’re crazy” you said.

His lips went to your jaw. He kissed it sweetly, making the butterflies of your stomach go insane “That’s why I like you” he said “Because you’re fucking crazier”

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Jack Maynard Imagine - Sneaky (SMUT)

When you first moved to London from Wiltshire into your older brother’s flat, the last thing you expected was to catch feelings for one of his best friends. 

You would be lying if you said Joe hadn’t warned you about dating any of his mates. At first, it had just been a joke, a silly little thing to tease you and annoy you. But as he saw you getting closer and closer to Josh, Conor and Jack, he backed up on his joke-y tone. 

He wasn’t worried that much about your friendship with Conor and Josh, mainly because deep inside he knew they only looked at you as a friend. And if they happened to have any sort of romantic feelings towards you, he knew they’d hold them back, or at least ask him for approval- because you were his little sister and Joe was one of his best mates.

But when it came to Jack Maynard, Joe couldn’t relax. It wasn’t like he didn’t like him; he was one of his closest friends after all. Maybe that’s why he suffered, because he knew Jack’s past concerning relationship, and although he was a good person, he was not as good with feelings. And he was scared he’d break your vibrant heart, the one he had taken care of for so many years.

But he had seen you together on both of your channels, and he couldn’t deny there was something about your relationship that was almost drawing. He noticed that your personalities were in fact more similar than he had thought at first. He also noticed you always ended up crying of laughter when you were with him, and seeing you happy made him happy.

Yet it was still Jack Maynard he was talking about. Joe, as the observant brother he was, knew that you needed lots of sweet behaviours and cuddles to function, and he doubted Jack could give you that. So he had that tiny hope, that perfect plan which would constist of you forgetting all about him because he was too cold-hearted for your taste.

But his plan never met reality.

A few months ago, in one of Gleam’s fancy parties on a big mannor lost in the middle of the forest, he had seen you kissing him at the isolated back garders. At first he had exploded with rage. He had warned his idiotic friends - especially that idiot - not to lay a hand on his sister, ever. Yet there he was, his full lips covering yours, your tiny and fragile body wrapped under his hands. And Joe was livid.

He decided not to tell anybody that he had caught you, though. He thought it was a smart move, to keep an eye on Jack and you, and look at you suspiciously, until you’d finally admit what he had seen with his own eyes. But although Jack and you started officially dating a few days after your first kiss, it was still a secret to everyone else. Especially to your brother. 

Now, as you sat in the back seat of Conor’s Range Rover, Josh between Jack and you, you got the sudden feeling that maybe a weekend off camping with your brother and your secret boyfriend wasn’t such a great idea. 

“How long until we get there?” Josh asked Conor, who was currently driving. Joe and him had just switched seats.

“Half an hour, I believe” he answered back. 

“Mikey just texted me saying they’re stopping because Caspar wants to fucking pee” Jack said, getting loud groans from both Josh and Joe. Oli, Mikey, Caspar and all your belongings were in Caspar’s car behind yours.

“I need to stretch my legs so badly” you commented, as you pushed Josh aside “You’re literally too fucking big to be in the backseat, between two other people”

Josh laughed, throwing himself at you jokingly. You let out a scream as he crushed your petite body “Careful” Jack and Joe said at the same time, making your cheeks go a tone redder. You saw Joe giving him a weird look from the rear mirror. 

“She’s alright” Josh said, sitting back up. He ruffled your hair, making you giggle. 

“I still don’t know why I agreed to let you come with these idiots” Joe told you, half joking. 

“I’m my own person, Joe. Get over it” you answered bitterly, getting loud cheers from the boys. Joe simply looked out of the window, and said nothing.

For the past few weeks, you had noticed a change in Joe’s behaviour towards you. And you were annoyed. He was more bitter, worrying about where you were and what time you were coming home, although he had never cared so much about it before. But you weren’t stupid, you knew he was up to something. You suspected he knew about Jack and you, but you hoped you were wrong. He had warned you about Jack when you first met him, and of course you hadn’t listened.

Then again, Jack didn’t turn out to be as bad as your brother had told you. Before your first kiss, you had been really close friends, and he had always cared for you and your well-being. Joe knew about that time Jack punched a guy in the jaw at the club because he didn’t leave you alone - so what did he have to say against him?

Jack as a boyfriend was the sweetest you had ever imagined him to be. He always wanted a cuddle, or a kiss on the tip of his nose. He treated you like a princess, roses and bubble baths included. If Joe knew about that side of Jack, he’d be more than delighted  with your relationship. But you thought that maybe he was too stubborn to see it, and so you decided not to mention that particular aspect of your social life to him.

When you got to the camping site, it was almost dinner time. Caspar and the rest arrived twenty minutes after you, but you couldn’t really start putting up the tents because everything was on his car. So you just hung out in the cafeteria, laughing at some random video Josh had put on his phone. 

“Took you guys long enough” Conor laughed as he went straight for the bags. 

You walked behind him to grab the tents, which turned out to weight a ton more than you expected. You were struggling to get them out of the trunk until you suddenly felt them getting a lot lighter. 

“Lemme carry them, babe” Jack said, putting both tent bags under his armpits. You thanked him with a smile.

“Joe! Jack just called your sister ‘babe’!” you heard Caspar shout in the middle of the parking lot, and you immediately wanted to punch him.

“You better back up if you don’t want your balls cut off, buddy” Oli commented, not being able to supress a laugh as he grabbed the last bag and closed the boot.

Caspar walked by your side and rubbed your head “You know I love you, Y/N” he smiled, and you rolled your eyes “You have to admit that Joe’s reaction at the posibility of you getting rid of the Sugg and replacing it with Maynard is pretty funny, tho” he laughed.

You blushed “Stop it, Caspar” You could see Jack smiling by the corner of your eye. 

“Oooh, someone’s blushing” Mikey commented in his usual too-loud-voice, and you rolled your eyes again and walked away from the boys, trying to forget the awkward situation you had just been in. 

Soon enough it was right past midnight, and you were all chilling out in the moonlight. Conor started telling stories about famous people who turned out to be quite the assholes, and not long after that Caspar had fallen asleep.  You were sitting besides Jack with your feet over his legs, feeling the burning look of Joe’s eyes in your own. But you didn’t want to look at him. 

“Shit” you muttered as your hand blindly tried to grab something from inside your bag that obviously wasn’t there “I think I forgot my portable phone charger in your car, Con” you told him. 

“No prob” his hand went to the bottom of his jeans before he tossed the car keys at you.

Just when you were standing up, you felt Jack getting up again. You gave him a weid look “You’re not going by yourself, it’s pitch dark” he said, and all you wanted to do was to kiss him right there. Sometimes you wished everyone knew, so you didn’t have to hide to act couple-ish.

But as soon as you made sure you were out of their sight, you threw yourself at Jack and wrapped your legs around his torso. He laughed before pressing your lips together hungrily, your tongues already fighting for dominance. He let yours win this time.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you all fucking day” he whispered in your ear, the hot steam coming out of his mouth setting you off. He started working his way up your neck as he carried you towards the car. 

You let out a small moan as he sucked on your special spot, and dug your fingernails on his shoulder blades. He groaned in response, and attacked your lips again. Soon enough your back was pressed against Conor’s car’s bonnet.

“I want you so bad right now, Jack” you almost pleaded, as his hands travelled to the zip of your shorts.

“I’ve been wanting to get rid of these all day, babe. You have no idea” he whispered roughly. Suddenly, you felt a big ball of pressure between your legs, as Jack introduced two fingers inside you, already thrusting in and out rapildy. You let out a high-pitched cry.

Jack looked around “Get inside the car” There were not many vehicles around, and definetly no one out there. But the last thing he wanted was for someone to walk into the parking lot - seeing his luck that someone would be Joe - and catching you having sex against a Range Rover. 

You did as he told you, your jeans barely hanging on your hips anymore. You thanked god the backseat of Conor’s car was big enough. Jack immediately took your shorts off, and then your lacy underwear he loved so much to tease you over. But he knew he didn’t have much time, and he wanted you so badly.

You let out a loud whimper as you felt his tongue sucking on your clit, his strong hands holding your hips tightly. You arched your back as your hands looked for something to grab. They finally went to his hair. 

“Jack” you screamed, your voice breaking as he introduced yet another finger inside you. Ever since that morning, you had wanted no more than to be all over him like when you were alone in your apartment. You loved Jack’s sweet and loving side, but you would be lying if you said his rough and dominant side didn’t get you every time. His touch was your weakness, and he knew it. 

Eventually, the emptiness he left when he removed his mouth from you  was replaced with his lenght. He let out a loud groan as he pulled in, giving neither of you enough time to adjust to the new feeling.

It took you long enough to actually have sex once you started dating. At first it was because both of you were literally too busy to see each other - Jack also travelled quite frequently to Brighton to film whatever his secret project was. So the first time you properly slept together, it was a mix of lust and desire. Because you had wanted to see how good he was in bed for a long time, and he just couldn’t resist the thought of you lying naked under his body.

He started thrusting faster, making you scream like you never had before. You felt the car starting to move up and down, and you hoped there was no one in the parking lot at that exact moment. You prayed for that someone not to be Joe. You let out the loudest scream as you reached your high, your fingernails pressed against his back, not being able to breathe properly anymore. You cried his name.

He hugged your torso as he came not long after you, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. He thrusted into you a few times before you felt your walls clentching again, and you suddenly felt him filling you completely. He groaned as he hid his face on the crook of your neck, still holding you “I needed you so bad, Y/N” he whispered “I couldn’t take it anymore”

You let out a small laugh. You kissed the top of his head before it hit you “Do you realise we just had sex in the back of your brother’s car?”

“Way to ruin the moment”

You burst out laughing before releasing yourself from him. He pulled you in for a deep kiss “I love you, idiot” he said, making you blush.

“I love you too, silly” 

You put on your shorts before making your way to the camping site again, hoping you hadn’t taken too much time on the car, or else it would rise some suspicions. Sure enough, when you got back to the tents, only Conor, Joe and Oli were still outside.

“Damn, did you go back to London to get the bloody charger?” Oli asked you, and suddenly you realised you hadn’t even cared to take the charger. You mentally slapped yourself.

“I couldn’t find it” you said, throwing the car keys to Conor. You locked eyes quickly with your brother, and that’s when you knew that he knew. 

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to bed” Oli said, clapping Joe’s back, who was next to him “See you in the morning, babes” he laughed before getting inside his tent. You then noticed there were only two tents left, and four of you out there.  

You looked at Joe “Am I sleeping with you?” you asked him, thinking it was the most likely option. You had shared a bed with him before, after all.

“No” he said “You and Jack are sleeping together” 

You froze, making Conor burst out laughing. You looked at Jack, who was indeed as confused as you were “I mean, it doesn’t take a scientist to know that you guys have a thing going on” the oldest Maynard said, making your heart jump.

“What.. How do you know?” you mid-whispered, looking directly at your brother, not even bothering to deny it anymore “How…? What the hell, Joe”

Joe smiled for the first time. It was a small smile, but you were finally calm “I’ve known for a couple of weeks now” he said “I caught you guys kissing at that Gleam party a few months ago, and then again like, two and a half weeks ago” he confessed.

“I caught you yesterday” Conor laughed “I immediately texted Joe as the good brother I am”

Jack rolled his eyes, but smiled because he wouldn’t have to pretend not wanting to kiss you every minute from that moment on “Are you mad?” you timidly asked Joe. He shook his head.

“I mean, I’d probably choose the other Maynard if I were you” he joked, making both Conor and Jack laugh “But  if this idiot over here treats you well and loves you, then I have nothing to say” he said, making you blush.

“We are all gonna be family!” Conor shouted excitedly, pinching Joe’s side repeatedly.

“Are Jack and Y/N having babies yet?” Caspar asked, his voice coming from inside the tent he was sharing with Josh.

“Hey, hey, I said nothing about babies” Joe said, before he laughed with Conor. You were glad he had taken it so well. You suddenly felt Jack’s arms around you, pressing you against his warm body. 

He whispered into your ear “Why don’t we go inside and finish what we left off at the car?”

“Sneaky bastard” you mumbled before plating a loud kiss on his lips.

“Wait” Conor said as you were getting inside the tent. But you were too impatient to listen to whatever he had to say “Did I just hear ‘car’? Fucking shit, you better didn’t do anything disgusting on my baby, I swear to god” he fake cried.

You both laughed as you pressed your lips together once more. Oh Conor, only if you knew.