#my friend calls him the jack of all asses n it’s great

[skaerial]

aventurine fanart~ (if the hands holding the gun n collar in the 2nd pic seem small— i used my hands as ref PFFT) plus a lil doodle on the side during my play through of penacony cuz oh BOY do i wanna punch him so bad

[dotster001]

Those are the Eyes...

Summary: Jack Howl x gn! Reader. Jack discovers a new magic that will finally free you from those who wish to use you. (It's not that serious. He's just being Jack)

CW: Crowley is an ass, but what else is new, silly fic, nothing serious

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Jack was sick of you getting pulled into terrible situations by your other friends. When the two of you had started dating, he had hoped he would have a little more sway when it came to your decisions of whether to listen to an ADeuce idea or not, but he had had no such luck so far. 

And it wasn't just them. You were too kind to everyone in this school often at the expense of your own well being.

"Y/N! We haaaave to add more money to the tuna budget."

You looked exasperated. "Grim, I've already told you, we've put all the money we can into the tuna budget."

Grim pouted and crossed his arms. "Do we really need to fix the stairwell this month? I think it's fine the way it is."

It wasn't. Honestly, Ramshackle should have been condemned in the shape it was in.

"Yes, Grim, we really do," you sighed.

Grim suddenly held a paw to his forehead. "Oh! The Great Grim feels faint!" He fell backwards and whimpered. "I'm starving because of my cruel Hench human. I may die right here."

"You're not starving Grim, your tuna budget is fine," Jack finally cut in. But when he looked over at you, he could see that you were going to cave.

And then it happened. It came from deep down inside of him, like a second unique magic. His pupils expanded, his eyebrows rose ever so slightly, and his bottom lip stuck out in a little pout.

Suddenly, the look on your face changed. You looked at him with concern.

"Aw, c'mon Jack, don't give me those puppy dog eyes!"

But his face held his expression, and now his tail was drooping for good measure. "It would just tear me up inside if you weren't able to live in a safe environment, Y/N."

That did it for you. You placed your hands on his cheeks and hastily exclaimed, "If it means that much to you, I won't change the tuna budget." You hugged him and nuzzled into his chest whispering a "sorry". Which was fine, because it meant you didn't see his tail wagging up a storm.

He had thought maybe it was a fluke. But after running a few experiments, he realized you were weak for what you called his "puppy dog eyes". No longer could Ace get you to paint the roses for him. No longer could Ruggie get you to give him some of your lunch for nothing. No longer could Grim guilt you into buying more tuna than you needed. Finally, the two of you didn't have to play parents to everyone and you could spend time together.

But with great power comes great responsibility.

He was sitting in Azul's office, sizing him up across the desk.

"What did you want from me?" He asked finally.

Azul gestured dramatically. "There's a rumor going around that you can make a certain prefect do whatever you want."

He snapped his fingers and Jade pulled out a contract.

"I am prepared to offer you…."

But before he could even finish the offer, Jack was leaving the room.

It wasn't a one off thing.

"Ay, Jack!" Ruggie sidled up next to him on the way to class. "You think you can do me a solid? See, I have a lot of chores to do for Leona, and I was hoping you could ask Y/N to…"

And Jack was gone again.

The headmage had summoned Jack to his office. He placed a plate of delicious food in front of him, and was staring at him with a serene smile on his face.

Jack did not trust that one bit.

The headmage leaned back in his chair, simply watching Jack. Jack stared back, not touching his plate.

“Mr. Howl, I was hoping you could help me with a situation. I, and the entirety of the student body, will be eternally grateful.”

Jack said nothing, continuing to stare. Normally, he would assist the headmage in any way, his sense of honor always looking for a way to help the school. But, with the recent attempts to use his new ability for selfish ends, he was extremely suspicious.

“I have called the prefect in for a meeting. You see, it's the time of year where the dark mirror provides us a list of names for potential incoming students. I need a secretary, who will write down the list of names, compile the addresses, send out the acceptance letters, etc. etc. You understand, surely.”

Crowley leaned in conspiratorially, a sly grin on his face.

“You will help me convince them to take on this task, for the sake of our esteemed university, won't you?”

Jack stood angrily, slamming his hands on the table as he leaned into Crowley's face.

“This power I have been given is strong. And if I waste it on things that are to the detriment of my partner, then I do not deserve to even be with them.”

Crowley's smirk turned down right sinister.

“A shame, truly. Too bad. Because they are already here.”

A knock rang from the door, and Jack's head whipped over in time to see you walk in. Your eyes lit up when you saw him, and Jack had to fight off the embarrassment of not having anywhere to hide his wagging tail.

“Perfect, welcome! Have a seat!” Crowley said, and Jack felt a guilty sense of pride as the light left your eyes upon hearing his voice.

You walked to the empty seat next to where Jack was standing, taking it. You raised a brow expectantly.

“What do you want, headmage?” You asked tiredly.

And Jack knew he couldn't simply be a witness. If he couldn't protect you from one crow, then what was his new magic ability for?

“I need you to be my full time secretary until the end of the school year-”

“Am I getting paid?” You asked, bluntly.

“No, but-”

“Then no.”

At that moment, Jack realized he was not the only one with a secondary unique magic that was capable of manipulating you. Crowley's expression shifted into one of a cruel, terrifying, debt collector.

“Night Raven College is an esteemed university, one that is exclusive to only the best mages. And yet we have provided you with a home, and an invaluable education. All for free. The least repayment you can give is selflessly serving our university.”

He watched as you deflated. The truth was, you'd become invaluable to NRC. There was no reason Crowley would logically kick you out, especially for a job he had done alone for years before you had popped into this world. He was bluffing.

But the move was working. You were opening your mouth to accept the job, when Jack knelt before you, placing his hands on your leg to get your attention. Then he activated his power.

Your mouth instantly closed, your expression shifting to one of distracted adoration at his “puppy dog eyes”. 

“The budget we would need to hire a secretary will, unfortunately, have to come out of the renovation budget for Ramshackle.”

Your face immediately flicked back up to Crowley. Jack had underestimated how strong Crowley's powers were. The crow had had years to grow his abilities, while Jack had only had a few months.

Jack pawed at your leg, forcing his ears to droop as he intensified his “magic”.  Your look of dejection melted, your lips parting in a silent “aw”. 

“We may even have to get rid of an extra student. Providing for two of you is an unnecessary expense, to the board.”

You whipped back to Crowley, but Jack knew that was his last card. But if he smiled smugly now, he would lose. So he dug deep within himself, pulling at an inner supply of strength.

His pupils expanded even further, glitter and hearts filled the air, and he watched your face split into a dopey grin, your hand moving on it's own to scratch behind his ears.

“Sorry headmage, I don't think I can,” you said, your voice sounding loopy and lovesick.

The headmage scowled, but Jack held firm, the sparkles and hearts floating in the air twirling for good measure.

“Fine. You win this round Howl. But, next time, I'll be prepared for you! Mark my words!” Crowley shouted.

Luckily, you were too caught in Jack's spell to even hear his words, as he escorted you from the room.

You were halfway to the mirror chamber to return to Ramshackle, when you turned to him, cupping his cheeks, and exclaiming,

“Sevens! You just look so cute!” Then you kissed the tip of his nose.

His embarrassment caused him to drop the puppy eyes spell. He looked away, rubbing his neck for something to distract himself. When he looked up, you were blinking in confusion.

“Where am I? I thought I was in Crowley's office. How did I get out here?”

Now he was more embarrassed. He'd gone too hard, too quickly, with his magic.

He was about to apologize, when you smiled at him sweetly.

“Wait, it was my perfect, handsome wolf who protected me, right?”

Oh.

Oh no.

He wasn't the only one with magic to make someone lovesick.

....

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[baronessvonglitter]

Darlin’ Cowgirl

Jack Daniels x f!reader

Word count: 3.1K

Summary: looking for a way out of a bachelorette party, an accidental butt dial becomes a booty call

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit and Mature, friends/coworkers to lovers, reader is at least 21, tipsy flirting/dancing, improper use of a mechanical bull, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, smut, dash of romance with a happily ever after, no use of y/n, reader has hair and wears a dress

Author's Note: this was the first one-shot I'd ever written on AO3 and decided to post here as well 🤠🥃

JACK DANIELS MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

You aren't looking forward to the bachelorette party. You don't even like weddings, yet somehow you've been roped into being part of your old college roommate's wedding party simply because you ran into her at the grocery store a few months back. It was only when you had the bridal shower that you realized you were one of thirteen bridesmaids. Great. Now you'll feel even more invisible than you already do.

You've been in a slump lately, and the only thing bringing out of it is your devilishly handsome coworker Jack Daniels, aka Agent Whiskey. You're an Information Security Specialist for the Statesmen, an ultra-secret espionage agency, so naturally you keep the details of your job pretty hush-hush. Whiskey, as you affectionately call him, is one of your few confidantes, despite the fact that he flirts with you at every turn. You admit to yourself that it's a nice distraction from your loneliness, even if you feel his flirtatiousness is just a bit of fun for him, his own distraction.

You take your time in dressing up for the night: a spaghetti strap black minidress with a plunging neckline and silver cowgirl boots. At the bar you meet up with your fellow bridesmaids and the bride-to-be, who are all in shades of pink and white, near exact replicas of each other, nearly indistinguishable. You stick out like a sore thumb and you know it.

The bridesmaids want to take shots so you take some with them, hoping your anxiety will dilute just a little. Your inhibitions are lowered just a little, but not enough to go out to the dance floor with the others. You watch as others watch them, in admiration as they laugh and gracefully (despite the Buttery Nipple shots they'd all consumed just minutes ago) and wish you could be part of them. You hang back at the bar, politely declining offers to dance from men who come by to not-so-subtly ogle you. You feel like a piece of meat. Perhaps it was a bad idea to come out, knowing you hate places like this. However, just as you're about to order a Lyft, you get an incoming call from Whiskey himself.

Confused and blushing you go to a quieter place of the bar, which is still very loud. "Hello?" you practically shout into the phone.

"Hey darlin'!" you hear Jack's voice on the other end. "You called me?"

"Um.. no, I didn't.."

He chuckles, warm and low in your ear. "Yes you did, darlin'. I was hopin' you were okay."

You quickly check your call log and sure enough, you'd called him about fifteen minutes ago, when you and the bridesmaids were doing shots. "I must have butt-dialed you," you shout back, giggling.

"Aw, lucky me," he drawls. "That pretty ass was thinkin' about me?"

You're too flustered to reply.

"Where are you anyway? Loud as hell over there."

"I'm at a bar for a bridesmaid party."

"That one you were talkin' about earlier today? No invite, huh?"

You giggle again. "It's for women only."

"Exactly! That's my kinda good time!" You hear him chuckle again.

"Actually it's kinda lame. I'm thinking of calling it a night."

"Don't you dare," he says with mock authority. "Wait there a minute and I'll be on my way. Text me the address."

You hang up and text him, wondering what he's up to. You've never hung out with him after work, even with all the flirting you've both done. You think it's strictly professional with a touch of playfulness, but you've never been one hundred percent sure.

You hang out at the bar, wanting to be visible to him when he arrives, but it's only after you're returned from the ladies' room checking your makeup, outfit and hair, that you see him, well the back of him, and he's mingling with some of the bridesmaids, who are obviously taking a much-needed alcohol break from dancing.

You gently touch his shoulder. "Hey there, stranger."

He turns, smiling, and the look in his eyes becomes one of pure lust. He drinks you in, unabashedly. "Damn darlin', you look so good it hurts," he drawls.

You glance at the bridesmaids, most of whom are checking him out with flagrant interest. "Did you meet everyone? Kaitlyn's the bride-to-be," you introduce them.

"I have, and her husband's one lucky sonofabitch, if I may say so," he places a gentlemanly kiss on the bride's hand and she in turn blushes. "Who's your friend?" she asks.

"A coworker," you say mysteriously, glancing at Jack, who has now turned his whole attention to you.

"You wanna dance, darlin'?" he asks, extending his hand to you.

Your stomach drops, just because you're pretty shy about dancing, and if anything you'd like to leave him with the impression that you can at least move in rhythm. "Maybe the next song," you suggest. "But first, how about a couple of shots? On me."

He smiles and shakes his head. "Darlin', I can't allow that. My treat," he insists, and orders a couple shots of whiskey for you and him.

"Had to be whiskey, huh?" you tease him, taking the shot glass in your hand.

"Of course." He lifts his glass to yours for a toast. "To coworkers getting to know each other better," he says, and there's a twinkle in his deep brown eyes that's hard to miss.

"To getting to know each other better," you grin and down the shot. It's like fire in your throat and stomach.

"Too much for ya to handle?" he teases, having downed his with ease.

"Depends.. which Whiskey are you talking about?" you tease back, feeling a little surge of confidence that either comes from Jack or from the shot.

"You're a little firecracker," he says in a low voice, his eyes blatantly going over every line and curve of your face, and downwards to eyeball your neck, the curve of your breasts. You wonder what he's imagining.

"Firecrackers are fun but dangerous," you warn him with a cheeky smile.

"We both know I'm all about that danger. Ain't nothin' I can't handle.." a subtle lift of his brows suggests he means more than mere flirtation.

"Is that a challenge?" You step closer to him, and the scent of his cologne, notes of leather and tobacco, catches your attention.

He notices your stance, the way you've shifted from a sweetheart wallflower to a provocative temptress. "What if it is?" he whispers into your ear, his breath tickling your skin and raising goosebumps on your flesh.

You follow his lead and whisper into his own ear, your lips grazing his cheek. "Then I accept.." you keep the ghost of a kiss upon his freshly shaven cheek and slowly pull back, looking into his eyes and seeing a newly effected desire there. "Dance with me." You bring him out to the floor, having completely lost sight of the bridesmaids. Nothing exists now but you and Jack and this chemistry that's been building between you.

His hands are on your hips as "Neon Moon" starts to play, a slow and soulful song that suits the mood you're both in. The colored lights sweep across the room, casting blue and scarlet and amber glows across the crowd. You're lost in each other, in the touch of his hands on your hips, the way he caresses them, loving their shape. You rest your hands on his broad, strong shoulders.

"You're a good dancer, Jack. You know what they say about men who are good dancers," you tell him suggestively.

"Really? What do they think, Gorgeous?" He pulls you even closer so your bodies are practically flush together.

"That they're good in bed," you answer with an arch of your brow, as if to imply it was beyond your belief.

He looks at you like a man looking at his first meal in a week of starvation. "Do you want to find out just how good of a.. dancer I am?"

Heat blooms across your body, and your pussy clenches in response. It only takes a moment to imagine what it would be like, riding this cowboy. You see him and you realize you have him right where you want him. "There is something I've been dying to ride.." you gently tug his shirt to bring him closer, as if in a kiss..

For a moment he looks like he's going to melt from the heat coming off you. "Oh yeah, darlin'? And what exactly is that?" he smirks.

Your face lights up. "That mechanical bull!" You grab Jack's hand and lead him across the huge barroom to the line to ride the bull. Sneaking a look at his face, Whiskey looks bewildered, but manages to cover it just in time. "That stupid thing? I can think of something more fun to ride," he smirks again and you resist the urge to drag him outside and let him have his way with you in the alleyway.

You only smirk back at him as the operator calls you to come forward and get atop the bull. Getting on top is easy, but staying on will be hard. As soon as you're situated, the bull starts spinning and bucking, slowly at first to let you get your bearings. You laugh and hold on, your body moving with the bull, anticipating its every move. Your hips grind down to the leather, thighs locked tight as you move your pelvis forward. Catching Whiskey's eye you blow him a kiss.

Seeing that the ride is winding down, he goes up to the operator and pays him to let you go again. This time, apparently on Whiskey's orders, the ride goes slower, allowing you to continue your little show for Jack. Keeping eye contact with him, you imagine it's him beneath you. Suddenly you gasp as you realize the bull is moving faster, and you watch as Jack's expression turns dark, lustful. You bite your lip as the speed increases. Pleasure pools in your belly, more specifically between your thighs, and the first stirrings of pleasure begin to radiate outward to your limbs, You rear your head back, face pointed up in ecstasy, and a rolling thunder starts in your veins.

You don't realize it until it's happening but you're being led away by Whiskey to a small corridor where no one can see you, and buries his face in your neck. "Tell me to stop if that's what you want," he says, his voice strained. "But by all that's holy, you are the hottest god damn thing I've ever seen."

But by then your leg is already hooked around his hip, shamelessly rubbing against him, the pleasure from the bull ride still fresh in your body. "I don't want you to stop," you whisper.

He growls low in his throat, which you dare to kiss, grazing your teeth across his skin. He gives a sharp hiss, and when he presses against you you feel proof of his desire, as if you needed any more. His hand goes beneath the hem of your dress and slides up, finding the edge of your lace panties. "Black?" he murmurs, his lips still against your neck.

"How did you know?"

You feel the curve of his smile against your skin. "I always know." His fingers trace your inner thighs before dipping into your heated, slick cunt. "Christ woman, you're soaking wet. For me." With his fingers inside you he kisses you, and you tip your face up to lean into his kiss, He slowly pumps two thick fingers inside as he slips his tongue into your mouth, mimicking the movements, earning a deep moan then a whimper from you.

"Watching you ride that bull, I just know it was me you were thinkin' of," he whispers huskily against your ear. "God damn if you aren't the most gorgeous thing I ever laid eyes on,, been wantin' you a long time, darlin'."

Through the haze of desire you smile, finding the temerity to feel touched by his words. "Took you long enough to show it," you tease, cupping the back of his head as you kiss, leaning against the wall as he fingers your wetness.

He groans again. "As much as I want to continue, I'd like to find a more comfortable place to fuck you." He pauses to look to you for consent. "That is, if you still want this."

You reply by palming his rigid cock, already threatening to poke through his tailored trousers. "I absolutely do.."

In a flurry of movement he brings you outside. The bachelorette party is the last thing on your mind, if you even still remember it, All you can think of is being with Jack. He leads you to his truck, the spacious backseat warm and inviting. He's on you again as that door is closed, His mouth finds yours, tongue claiming you. "I want to be gentle, but I don't think I have it in me right now," he admits.

You shake your head. "I'm not asking for gentle, I'm asking you to fuck me, Jack."

You've never called him by his name before, never been so informal with him, but the look in his eyes tells you it's perfectly all right by him. He lays you down on the seat. "Can I get a little taste of ya, darlin'? Been wonderin' what you'd taste like since the day we met."

This draws a sweet whimper from you, to hear he'd always wanted you. "God yes, please.."

He gingerly removes your panties, kissing his way back up your calves and thighs once they're off. You blush when he breathes in your scent. His hands cup the backs of your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders and you can't help but feel exposed. "Christ.. woman, you're gonna be the death of me," he mutters before taking off his hat and leaning in to devour you.

You give a sharp gasp as you lean your head back against the seat, hands mussing his hair as he laps at your wet cunt, licking up your folds and dipping his tongue inside you. He gently laps at your clit, using more pressure with each lick until he cups his lips around it and sucks, listening to how much you like it, how much more you need.

"Fuck!" you shout, a victorious roar as you feel yourself so close to that edge, and Whiskey is happy to let you use him for your pleasure. His tongue draws shapes upon your clit, alternating between swiping with his tongue and suckling it. Only when you come and he sweeps across every fold to drink up your juices does he stop.

You practically push him down, effectively trading places with him as you kneel before him. "My turn.."

His gaze turns dark even as his face lights up. "Hell, I'm not sayin' no to that, darlin'."

Smiling, you undo his trousers and pull them down with his briefs. His cock springs out, thick and long, perfectly curved, smooth, perfect. "God, I just knew you'd have a big dick.." you whisper, tracing with your tongue from root to head.

Whiskey exhales, watching you work on him. He palms the back of your head but doesn't urge you any further than what's comfortable for you. You use your hand to stroke his base while getting the first few inches of him into your mouth, daring to deep-throat him, wanting to see that look on his face, wanting to see him go crazy for you.

"Jesus, darlin'. I'm so on edge right now I might just burst if you keep doin' that," he chuckles. "Get on up here and ride me, gorgeous."

You feel your heart pound in every extremity of your body, especially your cunt, as you get up and straddle him, hiking up your dress. He stops you a moment and caresses your cheek. "This okay with you, darlin'? I have protection if you prefer.."

You smile and shake your head. "I'm on birth control, and I'm clean."

He smiles back. "Ah good. I'm clean too, darlin'." You know it has to be true, as the agents do periodic physicals and are prohibited from missions for the slightest findings.

Kissing him, you rise over him, using your hands to find him and bring him into you. He slides in without any resistance, and you take your time trying to get as much of him inside as you can. "Fuck, Jack," you whisper as he fills you.

Through the pleasure of connecting your bodies he smirks. "Is that an order?"

You giggle a little. "Looks like I'm the one doing the fucking." Just as you say that, he pushes up from under you, moving you up, filling you up just a little bit more. "God!!"

Sinking his teeth in to his lower lip he grabs onto your hips and moves you how he wants, watching your body for clues on what you like and what you want more of. He pulls the front of your dress down and frees your breasts, suckling on each nipple at a time as you melt on top of him, inadvertently letting more of him inside. He's fucking you and you're fucking him.

You grab his hat from the seat next to you and put it on yourself, riding your cowboy. Whiskey watches you, whispering your name, calling you his Cowgirl, bucking his hips up into you until he bottoms out, then lifting you with long strokes until you push him down to grind down. His thumb flicks over your clit, swirling the letters of your name and his, hearing your wild moans and shuddering sighs. You've never come so hard or so fast. You feel the first fluttery feelings deep within, and they shoot through your veins, lighting up your entire nervous system, and you scream his name as your cunt clenches spasmodically around his cock, and soon you feel him spill his cum deep inside you, spurting its warmth to your insides.

It takes a moment for you to come back to earth, and when you do, Whiskey is kissing you, tenderly, with the remainder of the passion you two just shared. "That was.. wow," you sigh, feeling shy around him now, of all times.

"It was spectacular, darlin'. I hope you know I'm gonna want you again," he puts his forehead to yours.

"Is that so?" You blush with elation.

"Of course darlin'. I'm hopin' to make this a long-term association, if you're so willin'. But on one condition."

You raise a brow. "Already calling the shots, huh? What's the condition?"

"That the only thing you ride is me. Ain't no way I'm being upstaged by a damn mechanical bull ever again."

You laugh, and he loves the sound of it. "We'll put a pin in that conversation."

He strokes your hair. The electric light from the bar sign lights up the inside of the truck, magenta and cyan. "You comin' home with me tonight, Cowgirl?"

You smile and give him a soft kiss. "You bet, Cowboy."

divider by @saradika-graphics 👑

[missmielyhoran]

Little Helpers

Harry needs a bit of help, and who's better than his two little gremlins...

90sRockstar!Harry × Reader

A/N- Happens wayyyyyyy long in the future, like at least 10 years after they meet. Harry and reader are in their mid 30s

Only Angel Masterlist // Masterlist

*****

It was your birthday.

And Harry was struggling.

You've been out in New York for last week or so for work while he has been staying home with kids.

To say they're pain in the ass is an understatement, but he made his bed (or hot tub), so he had to lay in it.

Harry was the "fun" parent, to say the least, cause he can't say no, and those gremlins even tho they're only four years old are way too good at getting things their way.

Meanwhile, you knew how to shut down something you knew they didn't need. Like the large Nerf gun, Harry got them in secret and then had to listen to you yell at him while those two giggled from the stairs in timeout.

But that wasn't the problem right now.

The problem was that the house was mess, the kitchen was mess, it was your birthday and he doesn't know how to cook, clean all at the same time while taking care of kids who are already running around in backyard.

It was times like these he was amazed by how his mother, and even you did everything so efficiently. Never once did he saw a thing out of place when you stayed with kids, and he had to go out.

(Maybe cause you made the kids clean up after themselves while he sees one look of their puppy eyes and melts)

He took a deep breath in and called for the kids, "Jack! Soph! come back inside" He yelled, which caught the twins' attention. Their little head snapped towards him, and soon enough, they were running in giggling still in their pjs.

Harry shook his head and walked back inside and saw them talking to themselves. They were literally each others best friends, always attached to the hip, partners in crime, and he hoped they're like this when they grow up.

"Kids, kids and kids!" He announced dramatically. Twins giggled again, "There is only two of us, dada. Why are you saying kids three times?" They looked at each other and laughed again at Harry's trying to be mad face.

"Hey smartasses listen to me." He flicked their head lightly, "It's your maa's birthday today"

The twins' eyes went wide, and then Soph jumped, screaming "birthday" making Harry laugh. "That means we will get cake?" Jack asked his dad.

"You will if you help me" Harry shrugged, "Whoever helps me out the most will get the bigger piece!" Harry said.

Twins looked at each other again and then their dad and nodded their head quickly, "I will help you" Jack said, "Me too" Soph said in tow.

"Well then, let's start with this room. Pick up all your toys and everything else and put them where they should be." He said, walking towards the kitchen sink. It was an open plan, so he could still see the kids while cleaning up the kitchen.

He looked at the clock, and it was still 4 hours left to your arrival. He could do it.

He hopes he can do it.

*****

Harry was surprised and amused when he looked up and saw two heaving toddlers sitting on the ground.

"Well done babies, you did such a great job" He said, squatting down to their level and kissing both of their heads.

"We know" They said together. Harry laughed at that cause even if the kids looked like him, their personality was yours. Sassy, witty and smart for their age.

"We put everything in different boxes so you could see who did more work, and my box is the most filled" Jackson said cockily and Soph rolled her eyes.

"I'm just going to steal more from dad's plate" she said without any care as much as Harry would like to think otherwise it was true. He lost his right to have his own food when he become father and he's okay with it (to certain level). Harry still very much amused with their banter over cake slice, goes to the kitchen, and fetches both of them their water bottles along with a bowl of fruits.

"Why don't you two drink some water and eat all those fruits and then come help me bake the cake?" Harry asked them immediately, getting nods as an answer from hungry babies.

He took out all the ingredients while the kids ate and arranged them, so it was easier for kids to "help" him.

Soon enough, they were all done with their snacks and were standing on the large wooden stool beside Harry, watching him make the cake. Both of them have large chefs hat on and custom matching aprons Harry got for all of them for when they would cook together on Sunday mornings.

He was in the middle of cracking egg when Sophie started to fuss, "Dada I want to do it too!" She said, pouting.

Harry brought the bowl in front of her and stood behind her holding her hand, which had egg in it, and then cracked it open and put it in the bowl. Sophie giggled, finding amusement in cracking eggs, which made Jack feel left out so Harry did the same with him too.

The kids helped him as much as they could, with bringing him stuff, and finally, the cake was in oven.

Jack and Soph sat in front of the oven watching the cake like hawk cause in their words, "we want it to be perfect like maa makes it". Harry cleaned the rest of the kitchen.

"C'mon babies bath time." He announced which much to kids displeasure meant they had to move away from the oven. Harry literally had to drag them upstairs with Soph in his left arm and Jack in right.

"You two are getting heavy for me to pick you up and roam around" he said, groaning at the feeling of back ache rising.

"No, you're just getting old, dada." The twins laughed. Harry rolled his eyes at them and flicked their heads.

"In the bath. Your maa will have my head if you two are dirty" He said, starting the warm bath of them.

*****

There have been times Harry felt proud of himself, and right now, as he watches the clean house, clean kids, and a not burned cake, he feels proud of himself.

Kids were watching TV in the living room when they heard the car pull up in the driveway, and everyone was set on their mission.

Harry quickly lit up all the candles. Meanwhile, kids stood in the position near the door with paper confetti in their hands to throw at you.

Meanwhile, you feel exhausted as you get out of the car. The fashion week of this year was hectic. You were so busy you didn't even remember it was your birthday until you opened he door.

Colorful confetti flew on your face as you heard "happy birthday" in unison. Your kids stood near the door with the biggest smile on their faces with your husband behind them with cake in his hand.

"Omg, thank you so much my little munchkin" you said, sitting down on your knees and pulling twins into tight hugs. All exhaustion and stress were lost as you saw your favorite people.

"Hey, I'm also here." You heard Harry whine, making three of you laugh.

"C'mon maa, we want cake!" Jack said, first making you laugh. You kissed both of their cheeks and stood up, walking towards your husband.

You pecked his lips and smiled, "Thank you, baby." you said with a warm smile matching his. "My absolute pleasure angel" He said, kissing you again.

"Those gremlins helped me, or I was ready to have a panic attack this morning," he said, chuckling.

You brought the cake to the kitchen, Harry stood beside you his arms around your waist, and kids stood on the stool on your other side.

"Maa make a wish!" Soph said. You nodded and wished for your family to stay just like this forever and blew the candles. Jack and Soph clapped while Harry leaned down and kissed your cheeks.

Cake slices were cut and put in plate for all four of you and as you and Harry stood in the kitchen with your head on his shoulder watching your kids banter over who's slice is bigger you never felt more content.

This is all you ever wanted.

*****

I think they're my favorite couple after Harry and Autumn.

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BEST FRIENDS ! ― sim jaeyun

↳ pairing: inexperienced!jake x fembodied!reader

↳ summary: jake is desperate to lose his virginity, and since you’re his best friend, you agree to help him out.

↳ word count: 4,6k

↳ a/n: hihi !! i decided i’d repost one of my old fics since it never showed up in the tags,, i’ve changed some things, but other than that it’s the exact same fic :’) let’s hope it shows up in the tags this time </3

i’ve also decided this will be the last fic i post before i go on a small hiatus for a while . there’s a lot of things going on right now & i simply don’t have the time to be active, hence why i feel like going on a small hiatus seems necessary. i won’t be back until after new years, so happy christmas & happy new years ! thank u all so much for this amazing year & for all the incredible feedback i’ve gotten, i can’t wait to see what next year has in store for this blog :’) i love each & every one of u, until next time <3 all feedback is appreciated ! <3

i won’t be deleting the original post for this fic, u can find it here !

↳ warnings: SMUT ! MDNI . | mentions porn, protected sex let me know if there’s anything else i should add !

JAKE KNOWS HE SHOULDN’T.

Hell, he knows god damn well he shouldn’t even consider it; but the urge to lose his virginity was stronger than his sense of morality at this point. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all, right?

Jake was a simple man. He jerked off whenever he felt the need to, only watching porn if he felt like his imagination wasn’t enough to satisfy his urges. Jake had kissed at least three girls in total during his twenty years on planet earth, including the one he kissed back at the playground in middle school; it was his first kiss, after all, why wouldn’t he count that one?

It had never gone past kissing though. The most intimate thing he had done was probably grabbing a girl's ass while awkwardly making out at a party and the next most intimate thing he had ever experienced was probably the time a girl's hand accidentally brushed against his crotch. Not that he complained though.

He was content with his right hand, it certainly got the job done and he knew exactly how to give himself the best possible experience; so what was there to possibly complain about? Well, Jake decided to put the blame on Heeseung for that one.

If Heeseung had never walked into the room with the biggest smile Jake had ever seen on his lips back when they were 16, Jake would’ve never found himself in this situation. If Heeseung just hadn’t decided to brag about how he lost his virginity to his prom date the night before, Jake certainly never would’ve questioned his right hand and its ability to satisfy him. But of course, Heeseung just had to tell him all about how amazing it was and that he would never ever jack off ever again because nothing could ever even compare to the feeling he had just experienced, as Heeseung himself had claimed. He became a changed man, he said, and there was no way he’d ever go back to just using his right hand. 

So in a way, Heeseung was definitely the cause of 16-year-old Jake's misery.

Then Jay lost his virginity the following summer. He also claimed he’d never ever go back to jerking off, going into great detail about how he had lost his virginity with the slightly older girl next door while mowing her father's lawn; sneaking into the shed while her father was sitting by the pool, reading the daily newspaper. Jake refused to jerk off that night, staring at the ceiling as he questioned what was so great about sex and why his right hand suddenly couldn’t even compare to a feeling he had never experienced for himself.

No matter how angry and confused Jake was, he found comfort in knowing one thing. It didn’t matter if both Heeseung and Jay had lost their beloved V card, because he still had Sunghoon. 

Sunghoon was also a virgin and Jake was sure about one thing and one thing only; he was most definitely going to lose his virginity before his introverted friend did.

As senior year of high school rolled around, both Jake and Sunghoon were still virgins; which Jake found great comfort in. Knowing he wasn’t the only one in his friend group who was still a virgin comforted him, knowing he wasn’t alone in his misery; knowing he wasn’t the only one who had yet to get his dick wet.

Until one day, Sunghoon showed up at school with the same forsaken smile that both Heeseung and Jay had worn and Jake knew he was doomed the second he spotted his friend’s smile. He didn’t even have to listen to his friend talking about how it happened, the feeling of defeat had already settled in by the time Sunghoon had even said hi.

So moral of the story, if Heeseung never decided it would be a good idea to make Jake question his whole existence back when he was 16, Jake wouldn’t be in this situation.

And that certain situation being him about to ask you, his best friend of many years, to take his virginity. 

‘’Earth to Jake,’’ Your hand waving in front of his eyes snapped him out of his thoughts, slightly jumping in surprise by your sudden action. Jake looked up at you, a chuckle trailing off your lips as you plopped down beside him. ‘’What’s on your mind?’’

He had known you almost his whole life, you had been the one to force him into kissing that one girl at the playground back in middle school after all; no matter how much he whined and refused you were the one who pushed him in front of the swings and cheered him on as he shyly pecked the other girl's lips. You had also been the one to comfort him after the girl ran off, crying about how she didn’t even want to kiss him in the first place; a moment that probably severely bruised Jake's ego for the rest of his life.

He had never even thought of you as anything other than his best friend, the thought of having sex with you never even crossed his mind before. The thought made him cringe, his stomach turning inside out at the thought of ever seeing you naked, almost gagging that one time his dear friend talked about how cute you were and he most definitely would take the opportunity if ever given to him.

And at 19 years old, Jake once again blamed Heeseung for his misery. If Heeseung had never said those words, the thought would never have crossed his mind and he wouldn’t be sitting in your bed rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans. But thanks to Heeseung and his inability to keep his thoughts to himself, Jake came to the realization that you were probably his best bet at losing his virginity at this point.

But how on earth was he supposed to tell you that without embarrassing himself, possibly scaring your friendship for life? Jake just frowned, shaking his head as he continued to rub his palms against the fabric of his jeans; desperately trying to hide the fact that he was absolutely shitting himself. You cocked an eyebrow, your eyes darting over to his now very obviously sweaty hands. ‘’Is there anything wrong, Jake?’’

‘’No,’’ Yes, there was something very, very wrong. ‘’I mean, not really. I don’t want to talk about it.’’ 

He wasn’t lying, Jake most certainly did not want to talk about what was on his mind. You, on the other hand, were obvious to the fact that your friend was very obviously distressed about something and wasn’t going to let it slide that easily. ‘’C’mon, you can tell me anything.’’

Hey, Y/N, wanna take my virginity? No, he simply could not tell you everything.

 Jake glared at you for a moment, a sigh escaping his lips as he realized you weren’t going to give up until he actually told you what was on his mind. He threw his head back in annoyance, staring at the ceiling as he accepted his fate. He was going to make an absolute fool out of himself, but at least it was with you, the one person who would never make fun of him, right? 

‘’Promise me you won't make fun of me?’’ He mumbled, refusing to look at you as he mentally prepared himself for embarrassment. You only nodded in response, furrowing both your eyebrows; growing slightly worried by your friend's behavior. ‘’You’re acting like something horrible happened, what's up?’’ You asked, your eyes glued to the boy sitting beside you.

Well, something horrible did happen. At least in Jake’s world, this was the most horrifying thing that could possibly ever happen. Jake kept his eyes glued to the ceiling, taking a deep breath before squeezing his eyes shut. ‘’Can you take my virginity?’’

Complete silence fell over the room. Jake kept his eyes shut, too scared to ever open them again; the silence only made him feel even more anxious. At this point, Jake wasn’t even breathing, regretting all his life choices leading up to this very moment, wanting to sink through the ground and simply disappear. It wasn’t until he suddenly heard a loud snort coming from beside him he dared opened his eyes, snapping his head towards you.

The sight in front of him only made him want to disappear from the face of the earth even more. You had one of your hands placed over your mouth, trying your best to suppress your laughter but failed miserably, breaking out into laughter. Jake just stared at you, a frown on his face. ‘’I said don’t make fun of me!’’ Jake groaned, burying his face in both his hands in an attempt to hide his red cheeks as you continued laughing. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ You laughed, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks at this point as you tried controlling your laughter.

‘’Fuck off,’’ Jake mumbled into his hands, his ears turning red from embarrassment. ‘’Just forget I ever said anything.’’ He continued as you wiped the tears that had spilled down your cheeks away, small chuckles still leaving your lips. Another silence fell over the room, the only noise being heard was Jake’s breathing into his hands as he thought about how he was supposed to ever recover from the amount of embarrassment he had just experienced. 

‘’I mean, why not?’’ Your voice suddenly broke the silence, causing Jake to peek through his fingers; his eyes landing on you. ‘’What?’’ He let out, his eyebrows slightly furrowed together as he kept his eyes glued on you. You shrugged in response, looking over at the boy. ‘’You’re my best friend after all, so I don’t see why I wouldn’t help you out.’’

Jake took his hands off his face, his eyes wide as he stared at you in shock.  Now that you had said yes, he had no idea what to do or how to act. He had fully prepared himself for you saying no, but yes? He hadn’t even considered the fact that you might’ve said yes. 

‘’What?’’ He stuttered, causing another chuckle to trail off your lips. ‘’Why are you acting so surprised? You were the one who asked me stupid,’’ You chuckled, Jake's lips parting in surprise. ‘’I mean, I know, but I just,’’ He mumbled, stumbling over his own words as he spoke. ‘’I just didn’t expect you to say yes, alright?’’ He let out, trying to figure out if you were just playing with him or if you were actually being serious.

But by the way you simply just shrugged and by the lack of a playful look on your face, he realized you were actually serious. Oh god, you were actually serious about taking his virginity. ‘’Are you actually serious?’’ He asked once more, letting his hands fall into his lap as he continued looking for any signs that indicated that you were in fact playing a prank on him. You nodded in response, a small smile forming on your lips. ‘’I think it’s better you lose it with me so you don’t have to embarrass yourself when you actually hook up with someone.’’

Jake parted his lips, getting ready to defend himself but quickly realized there was no point in arguing; because you were right. 

He had no clue how to possibly make his first time enjoyable for the other person, hell, he didn’t even know how to make it enjoyable for himself. He was completely clueless, except for all the things his friends told him and the things he had seen in porn, and the things he had pictured in his mind of course; but he knew the things he pictured in his mind were way different from the real thing.

Maybe losing his virginity to you wasn’t as bad after all. Unlike him, you weren’t a virgin and Jake could guarantee you knew way more than he did; plus you were one of his best friends, so what could possibly go wrong? ‘’So, like, when do we do it?’’ Jake stuttered, looking over at you once again. Another chuckle emerged from your throat, moving closer to the boy sitting beside you; Jake's eyes following your every move. ‘’Jake, it’s not an appointment, we don’t need to set a date you know,’’ You joked, but Jake only stared at you with wide eyes.

As you moved closer and Jake could now feel your thigh touching his, he came to the realization that losing his virginity to you was in fact a very bad idea. He had been close to you many times before, it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to get psychical with each other. Holding hands, hugging, and even cuddling while watching a scary movie; it usually wasn’t weird at all. But as your thigh touched his, while talking about you taking his virginity, it felt extremely weird. It felt more than just weird, it felt horrifying. ‘’But how am I supposed to know when if we don’t plan it?’’ He let out, his eyes glued to your thigh; suddenly feeling very aware of the fact that you only kept moving closer.

‘’Jake?’’ You let out, causing him to look up at you; his eyes still wide as he noticed how incredibly close your face now was to his. ‘’Yeah?’’ He breathed, not knowing where to look without his eyes landing on your glossy lips. ‘’Can I kiss you?’’

At that moment, he fully panicked and he was sure it showed by the way his whole body froze; he had never been asked that question before and he certainly did not expect you to be the first person ever to ask him that. He stared at you, your eyes darting between his eyes and lips, waiting for his response. Jake placed his bottom lip between his teeth, nervously nibbling on it; he had gone way too far to say no. ‘’Yes.’’

Before he could even prepare himself, he felt your lips press against his. As he felt your lips press against his own, he suddenly regretted everything. He regretted ever even bringing up the topic, he regretted ever even considering it; why the hell would he ever even want to lose his virginity to his best friend? ‘’Relax, okay?’’ You suddenly murmured, causing Jake to snap back to reality; realizing he hadn’t even kissed you back. 

Fuck it, if he was actually going to lose his virginity, he might as well make the most of it.

So he nodded, closing his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours once again. Your lips felt soft against his, your strawberry lipgloss transferring onto his own; feeling himself slightly relax as you placed one of your hands on the nape of his neck. The kiss was soft and as much as Jake hated to admit it, he was actually enjoying it. With his eyes closed, he didn’t have to face reality; that it was, in fact, his best friend he was kissing.

That was until he felt you shift beside him, your lips still attached to his; suddenly feeling your weight being placed on top of him. He quickly opened his eyes only to see you sitting on top of him, straddling his lap. You must’ve noticed the way he immediately tensed up again, his eyes scanning your figure as a chuckle left your lips. ‘’Don’t think too much about it, okay?’’ You let out, placing your hands on the back of his neck; your eyes meeting.

How was he supposed to not think too much? It wasn’t like it was the first time you sat on his lap like this, but this time was different; this time was very very different compared to your usual play fights where you sometimes ended up on his lap. Jake doesn’t remember you kissing him in those playfights, but that was exactly what was happening right now. He only nodded in response, gulping as you leaned down, pressing your lips against his once again.

Jake once again fluttered his eyes close, trying to focus on your lips moving against his instead of the fact that you were straddling his lips; accidentally grinding against this crotch every now and then. He suddenly felt you grab both his hands, placing them on your hips before returning your hands to the back of his neck. Jake quickly caught on as he slipped his hands under your shirt, your warm skin greeting his cold hands. You hummed in response, causing Jake to relax further into the kiss as he realized he had done something right by slipping his hands under your shirt.

The deeper the kiss got, the more Jake started to believe that maybe this wasn’t as bad of an idea as he had originally thought. The taste of your strawberry lipgloss was now slowly making him want more, his tongue slipping into your mouth; the small moan leaving your lips taking him by surprise. He felt a small smirk forming on his lips as he ran his hands up and down your sides, feeling you slightly tug at his hair; the kiss getting more and more desperate.

‘’You’re not a bad kisser you know,’’ You mumbled into the kiss, causing a shade of red to spread across Jake's cheeks; keeping his lips attached to yours in an attempt to hide his now red cheeks. His hands slowly made their way down your sides, creeping closer and closer to your ass before gently grabbing it; a groan leaving his throat. As he kneaded your ass through your pants, he couldn’t help but press his crotch against your clothed core; now getting slightly impatient. But as your lips left his and your eyes met, he suddenly became nervous; had he done something wrong? Was he moving too fast?

‘’Do you want to take my shirt off?’’ Your words made his now semi-hard cock twitch, beginning for any type of attention as he quickly nodded in relief. You smiled at him as you guided his hands towards the hem of your shirt, watching as he slowly pulled your shirt over your head; revealing your chest. He stared at your chest with wide eyes, the only thing hiding your breasts being your bra; trying his best not to let out a groan. ‘’You can take it off.’’ You let out, causing Jake’s hands to immediately start fiddling with the clasps at the back of your bra.

After a few moments of Jake struggling, insisting that he could do it; your bra slowly slid off your body. Jake couldn’t help but stare at your bare chest, his cock growing harder at the sight of your hard nipples. He had seen you in bikinis multiple times, but something felt different this time; he simply couldn’t tear his eyes off you. ‘’Can I touch them?’’ He managed to get out, his eyes meeting yours. ‘’You don’t have to ask Jake, do whatever you feel comfortable doing.’’ You let out softly, causing Jake to immediately place one of his hands on top of one of your breasts; attaching his lips to one of your nipples.

A loud gasp left your mouth as he swirled his tongue around your hard nipple, his other hand finding its way to your other breast. It was no secret that Jake knew how to use his tongue even though he had never actually done it judging by the way he constantly had his tongue out, you’d be lying if you said you hadn't thought about him and his tongue at least once. But his tongue playing with your nipple while his other hand pinched and massaged your other breast felt way better than you could’ve ever imagined, throwing your head back as a whimper left your lips.

That whimper went straight to Jake's now hard cock, feeling it twitch against one of your thighs. He kept his lips attached to your nipple, his other hand massaging your other boob as he looked up at you. The sight in front of him made him feel like he was about to cum right there and then, feeling the precum leaking from his tip stick to the fabric of his now very tight boxers. You slowly started rocking your hips against this hard-on, a groan leaving his throat as he pressed rough kisses all over your chest, his hands still playing with your nipples.

You quickly brought your hand to his hair, pulling him into another kiss; this time a much rougher kiss. It was extremely messy and needy, his fingers digging into the skin of your sides as he desperately dragged your lower body against this crotch; desperate for any type of friction. ‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You mumbled into the kiss, causing Jake to pull away.

Now, normally Jake would’ve screamed yes. Getting head was on top of his list, all his friends talked about receiving head like it was the best thing ever; even better than actually fucking. But right there and then, Jake wanted nothing more than to feel you around him, causing him to shake his head. 

‘’I want to fuck you Y/N,’’ He breathed, still lightly guiding your lower body back and forth. ‘’Please?’’ He let out, his eyes meeting yours. You only replied by smashing your lips against his once again, pulling him down so he was now hovering above you.

You quickly undid his belt, your lips still attached; hungrily moving against one another before he pulled away; only to pull his shirt over his head, his full upper body on display. You stared at him for a moment, admiring his body before his lips met yours once again. He helped you pull his pants down completely, your hand coming in contact with the outline of his fully hard cock; a gasp leaving your lips. Jake couldn’t help but let out a groan as your hand finally wrapped around the outline of his cock, dipping his head between the space where your neck and shoulder meet.

With your hand wrapped around his cock, he realized why his friends claimed they’d never jerk off ever again. Your hand felt completely different compared to his right hand, a feeling he wanted to experience again and again; never wanting his own right hand to come near his cock ever again. 

He immediately began fiddling with the button of your pants, not wanting to wait any longer; afraid he’d cum right there and then if he didn’t get to fuck you within the next 30 seconds. Your hand left his cock, a whine almost leaving his throat as you helped him get your own pants off; one of his hands finding its way down your underwear the second your pants slid down your legs.

‘’Fuck,’’ He mumbled into the pillow as he felt the sticky fabric against his fingers, hooking one of his fingers under your underwear before slowly sliding them down your legs. He propped himself up using one of his arms, looking down at your glistening core; another groan leaving his lips. ‘’Can you please fuck me now?’’ Your whine made him look up at you, his eyes wide; filled with anticipation. 

You looked beautiful. Jake always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you laying underneath him with lust-filled eyes, you looked ten times more beautiful to him. 

He only nodded in response as he pulled his underwear down, his cock hitting his abdomen; his tip red and leaking precum, still begging for attention. ‘’Do you have condoms?’’ You asked, your eyes meeting his; realizing you probably don’t have any laying around. A small smile formed on his lips as he grabbed his pants, searching through his pockets. ‘’Of course I do, you never know when you might lose your virginity.’’ He smiled as he pulled out a condom, causing you to roll your eyes as he ripped the package open.

Jake suddenly became nervous as he lined his cock against your entrance, his eyes meeting yours once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a small smile; noticing the worry in his eyes. ‘’Take your time, okay? Do what feels good for you,’’ You reassured him, causing Jake to nod in reply once again; rubbing his tip against your entrance, collecting your arousal.

The second Jake pushed his tip inside of you, he realized what his friends had been talking about all this time. He let out a deep breath as he felt your wet walls clench around him, burying his head in the pillow beside you once again as he tried to keep himself together. The feeling of your tight walls pulsating around him felt nothing like he had imagined, it felt so much better; way better than your hand had felt.

A small moan left your lips as he pushed his cock all the way in, grabbing onto his shoulders as you parted your lips. ‘’You’re so big,’’ You whimpered into his ear, causing Jake to let out a groan. ‘’I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,’’ He mumbled, pressing a small kiss onto your neck.

After staying still for a minute, getting used to the feeling and collecting himself, he slowly began pulling out. Your walls dragging along his hard cock, coating him in your arousal felt like nothing he had ever experienced before; his friend's endless bragging suddenly making so much sense. He thrusted into you once again, another moan leaving your lips; causing Jake to repeat his actions.

His thrusts were awkward at first, trying to figure a pace that worked for him without him immediately being close to his release; but soon enough, he found a pace that worked for him and it certainly seemed to be working for you as well. 

‘’Fuck, Jake,’’ You moaned, throwing your head onto the pillow beside you as he kept thrusting into you, grunts leaving his lips, his lips occasionally pressing wet kisses against the skin of your shoulder. ‘’Feels so good,’’ He grunted against your skin, his thrusts becoming even harsher. ‘’You’re doing so good,’’ You whimpered, the familiar feeling of warmth building up inside of Jake’s stomach.

Your words only made Jake thrust into you harder, causing even louder moans to leave your lips as his speed increased. You could tell he was close to his release by the way his thrusts were becoming sloppier, grunts spilling from his lips. 

It didn’t come as a surprise to either you or Jake that he was already on the verge of reaching his orgasm. You didn’t even mind the fact that you probably wouldn’t get to cum, the pretty sounds leaving his lips were more than enough for you.

‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ He suddenly let out, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you wrapped your legs around him. ‘’Cum for me,’’ You mumbled into his ear, a final groan leaving his lips as he spilled his seed into the condom wrapped around his cock. Loud moans left his throat as he continued sloppily thrusting into you; riding out his own orgasm.

Heavy breathing filled the room as he rolled over, collapsing next to you; sweat dripping down his forehead. You turned around, looking over at the exhausted boy beside you; pieces of hair sticking to his forehead. He looked over at you, a small smile forming on his lips. You ran your hand through his hair, pushing the pieces of hair that had fallen onto his forehead away; a small forming on your lips as well. 

‘’Did I do well?’’ He let out after a moment, still panting, not taking his eyes off you. You nodded in response, moving closer to him. ‘’You did really well.’’ You mumbled as you placed your head on his chest, feeling one of his arms wrap around your waist. ‘’I guess I’m no longer a virgin,’’ He chuckled, causing you to chuckle as well. ‘’Not even a thank you?’’ You let out, your eyes meeting his.

‘’You’re the best, thank you.’’ He smiled, a small smile forming on your lips; wrapping an arm around his torso. ‘’I’m your best friend after all.’’

‘’Maybe you can give me head next time, since you’re my best friend?’’

[nicohischierz]

the makeup: nico hischier x devs!reader

tagging: @ivy-34, @francesfarhadi, @hzstry8, @cixrosie, @itsnotgray, @estapa94, @trevs-swiftie, @heartz4hisch

nico was panicking.

how could you just disappear from the apartment without so much as telling anyone? especially now that you were pregnant.

immediately, nico checked find my iphone, but your location didn't show up. he checked snap maps as well but you'd turned your location off, making the hischier man even more worried.

"isla please tell me you know where y/n is," he pleaded on the phone.

on the other line your best friends rolled her eyes. “what do you want nico,” she asked.

“isla, i want to talk to y/n/n, please just tell me where she is,”

“oh so now that she’s gone you want to talk?”

nico sighed and looked to jack, the phone was on speaker, jack just shrugged he had to agree with his ex.

“i didn’t want to talk when i was angry okay, so please tell me she’s with you and i’ll come pick her up” nico justified.

“she’s not with me.”

nico groaned, banging his head on the table. jack was scrolling on his phone before he spoke up “she’s not with isla, maybe try calling her.”

shaking his head, nico looked through his phone to dial another person.

“nico hischier do you know what time it is?” amanda asked.

“amanda, please tell me y/n/n’s with you,” nico responded.

over the phone nico could hear amanda sigh. “nico, i’m going to give you some advice and i really think you should listen to it,”

nico’s silence served as an ‘okay’ for amanda to continue.

“you and y/n have gone through great lengths to keep this relationship a secret. you’ve been dating for what a year and a half and your fans still don’t know. that just shows how willing you are to look after your girlfriend. but when you’ve got a pregnant girlfriend who’s had to put her career on hold you don’t get to shout at her,”

“i know and that's why i want to talk to her,” he interrupted.

"nico, go to sleep. she's finally gone to sleep and she shouldn't be disturbed. go to sleep and the two of you can talk tomorrow," amanda advised him.

although, the mother couldn't see him, nico nodded. "yeah okay. goodnight, sorry for disturbing you," he apologised.

nico didn't sleep very well.

he tossed and turned all night thinking of a way he could plead for you to come back home.

nico woke up to a pleasant surprise, amanda had sent him the address to where you were.

"she's in fucking boston," nico cursed.

he, jack and timo were gathered in jack's apartment waiting to go pick you up.

"great, now pack your bag and let's get on the team plane we can head to this address when we land," jack ushered.

nico looked at his alternate in confusion.

"we're playing the bruins nico. in boston," he informed.

that was all it took for nico to haul ass into the plane.

meanwhile in boston

"marchy, i don't want you to hurt him," you repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

brad gave you a pointed look "are you sure cause sid said he's ready to knock a few teeth in and flower's planning on tripping him he comes close enough to the net," he rambled.

"hold on, how do flower and sid know?" you asked.

brad paused for a second. you weren't supposed to know about the group chat.

"bradley kevin marchand. how do sidney crosby and marc-andre fleury know I'm not talking to my boyfriend?" you asked again.

"i may have texted the group chat," he answered.

brad then spent thirty minutes explaining that all the older guys in the league that wanted to look out for you, created a group chat to keep each other up to date about your whereabouts.

he then confessed to there being a league-wide group chat filled with both old and young guys who care about you.

you were going to blame your hormones but the thought of people in the league caring about you made you cry.

and faith always had perfect timing as the doorbell rang.

brad had an inkling of who it could be so he asked you to get it.

upon opening the door, you were met with nico's worried face staring at you in relief.

the devils captain brought you in for a hug, not caring that the two of you were fighting previously.

"schatzli, you have to promise me you won't do this again. i was so worried about you I couldn't sleep and I called everyone but they didn't know where you were until amanda sent me your location this morning. when I saw you were here I realised that you probably flew and that's not exactly safe for the baby so I started panicking even more," he ranted.

"i'm sorry," you interrupted.

"no schatzli, you have nothing to be sorry about. I'm the one who got mad at you for no reason, I shouldn't have shouted at you especially now that you're pregnant," he apologised.

"it's just so hard seeing you guys play and not be there with you. like guys who are injured still get to go on the ice but I can't and it sucks. and none of the guys come visit anymore and it makes me think you guys forgot me," you whispered the last part.

nico's eyes softened at your hurt expression.

"i'm so so sorry my love. it's all my fault. i thought you were upset when the boys came over so I told them not to hound you with their presence, I never meant for them to stop visiting at all," he explained.

you nodded and brought him in for a hug and a kiss.

"does this mean i can tell the guys to hold off of hurting him?" brad asked, making his way to the front door.

you turned and nodded at him. "yes and if I see anyone try something, I will fight them myself," you threatened.

brad nodded and took his phone out to send a text.

out the corner of your eye, you saw nico giving you a look that said 'what is he talking about?'.

but you ignored him and gave him one more kiss "thank you for your hospitality brad, but I think I'm gonna follow this guy back home," you thanked going over to give brad a hug.

brad marchand may be a rat on the ice but to you he's just uncle brad.

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Moving to Kentucky: “I love Kentucky and always have. Urban, who is my best friend, convinced me to move in with him along with Ariel. I’m having the best time, truly don’t know where I’d be without him.” Y/N says everyone needs to mind their business when it comes to their opinion on their friendship. “I love Urban, we’re locked in for real. So everyone mind their business, I’m allowed to hug my friend. He’s family to me.

Fighting: “I can’t say much because you know the courts are dealing with it but I’m a lady, I don’t fight. But I refuse to let anyone jump me or speak ill on my family. I don’t like that shady shit, speak up or shut up.

When asked if she still has feelings for Jack Harlow:

“No Comment.”

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[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 12 -> CH 13

"I'm kind of terrified of her getting to know the real me." "Hey, the real you might be a pretentious dick but you're not a bad person."

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Jack kept busy moving his laptop and writing journals into his dad's old art studio. He's decided that he needs a separation of where he works and where he sleeps, a recommendation made by Dr. Carty.

He was actually surprised how much more he got written now that he was in a different space of the house. He felt almost like he was channeling some of his father's creativity as he wrote. He had the curtains pulled open and the window crack slightly allowing the breeze into the room. It gave him a since of freedom he hadn't truly felt since being back in the house.

"Bitchface!? Are you up there?" Jack startled hearing Shanda's voice coming up the steps.

"In here ya stupid slut." Jack called out to her, making sure to save and shut his laptop. She came up the stairs an spotted him immediately as he threw his arms open.

"What do you think? Not too bad right?" Jack looked around the room and Shanda nodded.

"It looks great. You look like shit but the house is really coming along." Shanda hugged Jack and could feel how much thinner he was since they last saw one another.

"What are you living on? Slim jims and coffee?" Shanda ran her fingertips under the dark circles of his eyes.

"I'm working on it. I have an appointment with my doc coming up to talk about a medication change. Too many side effects are making it a pain in the ass just getting up in the morning." Jack explained.

"Can you even do that? I mean will that set you back?" Shanda asked curiously.

"Yeah Y/n explained that sometimes you need to find the right cocktail of medication so you don't live a miserable life with a bunch of fucked up side effects." Jack explained

"Well did you want me to stay and keep an eye out while you go through the change?" Shanda asked making Jack laugh.

"I'm mentally ill Shan, not a werewolf. I'll be fine. Y/n checks in almost daily so if I have any issues, she's right down the street." Shanda's eyebrow went up.

"You made a friend?" Shanda smirked.

"Yes I made a friend. Technically she's a neighbor and owns the dog that looks like Rusty but yes we're pretty friendly." Jack couldn't hide his smile and Shanda laughed out loud.

"You're friendly. Friendly like you have a book club or friendly like you 69 in the kitchen?" Shanda was happy to see Jack making progress but she will always worry about him.

"Jesus Christ. Is that the friendship spectrum with lesbians?" Jack teased.

"Hey I just want to make sure I don't eat off the counter where your ass has been." She held her hands up in defense.

"No we aren't fucking. We just...hang out. She mostly brings me food and let's the dog stay when I'm having a bad night. It's been nice.." Jack trailed off and Shanda could tell something was up.

"But?"

"I'm kind of terrified of her getting to know the real me." Jack tucked his hair behind his ears and Shanda shook her head.

"Hey, the real you might be a pretentious dick but you're not a bad person." Shanda defended.

"Jack be serious. Do you really think you're supposed to be stuck in this house all by yourself, writing some manifesto forever alone?" Shanda asked.

"I'm not writing a manifesto." Jack laughed.

"Jack." Shanda's tone was serious.

"I don't know Shan! I just don't want to hurt anyone like I did Cleo. I mean I was going through something but even you've admitted that it was a bastard move. Y/n has a lot going on in her life and I don't want to make it worse." Jack had to admit that the more time he spent talking with Y/n, the more he wondered what she was doing during the day. They texted often and he enjoyed her insight and sense of humor. There was a piece of him that felt like he didn't deserve this feeling. He didn't deserve a second chance to find someone to spend his days with that he truly cared about.

"You did everything you could to try and apologize to Cleo. She may not have reached out or accepted it but she's moved on with her life, Jack. She moved out of your old place, she's got a new boyfriend..." Jack's eyes lit up.

"Really?" Shanda wonders if she said too much.

"Yes and she's happy. You can't keep punishing yourself for what happened in the past. Things could have been so much worse. Your relationship was collateral damage but you shouldn't live the rest of your life miserably because of it. You deserve happiness just like she does." Shanda threw her arm around Jack's neck and he nodded.

"I love you you fluffy haired bitch. Love yourself a little...and let your neighbor suck your dick for a bit." Shanda teased.

"And they say I'm the fucked up one." Jack put his arm around Shanda and she laughed.

"Hey we're all fucked up. I just know how to have fun." Shanda pulled Jack with her out of the room.

"I'm happy you're here. Thanks for always showing up for me." Jack knew this visit was going to be interesting now that she knew he had an infatuation with the neighbor. All he could hope was that it didn't end in disaster.

[itjazzbicch]

Festivities

Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x Fem Reader

(First time writing Yami, so I hope I did well!) 

Summary: Seeing Charlotte and Vaness trying to impress Yami at the festival makes the reader feel some jealousy considering she also has a crush on him, avoids him, and has an attitude when they do cross paths, but once all alone and called out on her awkward behavior considering they are good friends, the reader shoots her shot...

Warnings:  SMUT (18 + ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!) (Drinking, smoking, fingering, unprotected sex, public (alleyway) sex, swearing)

Word Count: 2.1k 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"Hey Captain Y/N! What's the matter? You look so upset!"

I had some great kids on my squad. This festival was their time to go out and have some fun, but they were always checking in on me. I did appreciate it, but closed my eyes in the dark alleyway, blowing out the smoke from my cigarette:

"I'm alright, kid. Don't worry about me. Go enjoy the festival."

"You're lying!" He knew, pointing out, "You only smoke when you're angry or stressed out!"

God damn it, these kids knew me too well. Still, I shook my head:

"It's nothing serious, I promise. Now, go before I put you to work or something."

"You enjoy the festival too, cap!" He insisted, running off and as I finished my cigarette, I thought that maybe he was right.

I know it's so immature, being jealous of Charlotte and Vanessa who were trying to impress Yami. That man sure had a good bit of girls wanting him, sadly I was one of them too.

Maybe some food and a drink would help me out. Stepping out of the alley, that was my first goal, getting the biggest mug of beer someone was selling at their booth, downing it, and hearing as I passed some more booths:

"Try some of our delicious squid!"

"How about some of this!"

Asta and that Bah-ha kid?

Glancing over, there was Jack and Yami, clearly in a competition to sell more food than the other.

"Come on, Captain Y/N! I promise you'll love it!" Asta offered to me, and it was hard to tell him no, I had a soft spot for the kid, but I heard Yami's voice that was directed at Jack:

"Y/N and I are good friends! She knows I can cook!"

"Ha! Yeah right! Y/N and I used to be on the same squad!"

God, Jack and Yami's yelling was starting to give me a headache, chugging down the rest of my beer and thinking about Charlotte and Vanessa again when I saw Yami, I took the meat from that Bah-ha kid, taking a bite and murmured:

"Thanks, kid."

"What the hell, Y/N!" Yami yelled out and I got a chuckle out of that, walking away from their continuous yelling:

"Told you so, Yami!"

Jack managed to surprise me with his food. It was impressive considering that he made it, finishing it and while exploring more of the festival, my attention was grabbed when I heard a while later:

"Charlotte and Vanessa are having a drinking contest!"

I had to get a peek at that, seeing them both face down on the table meanwhile, neither one of them had finished a single glass.

"How pathetic," I took this as a chance to one-up them, heading to the table and downing drink after drink, having the crowd that was watching cheer, wiping the foam off my face as I finished the very last one, "That's how you drink, ladies."

In the crowd, I saw Yami. Some chatter I heard when I first came over made it clear that those two girls were trying to out-drink each other to impress him. Well, now I was the one standing tall, laughing while I took a cigarette, lighting it up, and heading off considering the star ceremony was soon:

"Thanks for the free drinks, chumps."

"Hey Y/N-" Yami's voice trailed behind me, but I didn't bother to stop, only reminding him:

"Shouldn't you be going to the castle for the ceremony? Better move your ass."

That stopped him in his tracks for a change, not caring and heading over for the ceremony. Truthfully, I barely paid attention. All those drinks were starting to catch up with me and there was something about Black Bulls getting second place. Who would've guessed?

My squad was third and I tried to play off that I wasn't tipsy while accepting, not bothering to stick around after. I figured I'd get to my squad and think of some motivational speech to congratulate them. Their hard work earned us this star after all.

Lighting up another cigarette while walking back through the festival and in the direction of my base, I stopped as I heard:

"Third place ain't bad. Congratulations."

Yami. Again?!

"Thanks. You got second place, right? A miracle," I had to poke at the fact that his squad wasn't at the bottom for once, but returning, "Congratulations, Yami."

"Thank you," Taking a step closer to me, I took a deeper hit of my cigarette, "But what's your deal?"

"What do you mean?" I never felt so anxious, back against the wall of the building we were next to as he got closer:

"You picked Jack over me? And when they were having that drinking contest, it was like you were staring a hole through me. I thought we were friends."

"I'm sorry," Guilt was on my mind considering the reason behind my behavior, truly apologetic, murmuring, "I'm just not having the best day."

"And you're just being an ass to just me?" It was like he already knew, taking my cigarette as I went to ash it and hit it himself, "Seems like you have a grudge against me. I thought you were the type to call people out when something bothered you."

I was that type. Now, standing here shy and timid. That wasn't like me.

"Listen, Yami," I needed more nicotine before I took this leap, taking my cigarette back and closing my eyes, and whispering, "I like you, and overhearing some girls talking about you made me a little jealous in a way, alright?"

I finally opened my eyes when I heard him laughing, confused as to why he was responding with laughter:

"You serious, right now?!"

My face went straight as I felt a bit insulted by his response, getting the last hit out of my cigarette before flicking it away. In my head, I had to remind myself of who I was. A go-getter, not afraid of anything.

He was still laughing while I blew out the smoke, pulling his head to mine and kissing him with every bit of passion I had just to prove that I was indeed serious. My hand ran through his hair as our lips danced, shaking from a rush as he kissed back.

"That serious enough for you?" Pulling away and taking a huge breath, I turned because all he did was stare, ready to leave, but not leaving without the last word, "You know what? Just forget about it."

Great. All I did was embarrass myself. I was going to run through all the cigarettes that I had in just a night now that I was feeling even worse, but suddenly, my blood pressure shot through the roof.

Yami caught my hand before I was too far away, yanking me back and right against his lips, already moaning at how his tongue worked into my mouth as he pushed me up against the wall, growling against my lips:

"You're just gonna walk away after kissing me like that?"

"Well, you didn't say anything," Just that kiss had me panting when I looked to meet those deep brown eyes, not wanting to talk anymore, caressing his cheek and bringing his lips back to mine, "But if you're on the same page as me."

The instant our lips met again, I started melting into a pool of dirty thoughts and temptations, hands wandering across his broad chest and feeling his abs under his shirt, eyes shooting down when he moved my hand away and unbuckled his pants.

"Yami-" Not that I was opposed to the idea, but we were right in an alleyway, anyone could walk along and find us.

"What? Afraid you can't handle all this?" Putting my hand at his waistband, there was no way I could fight the desire to slip my hand into his trousers, his cock rock hard and steaming with heat, stroking slowly down to feel his length.

I took a moment to look around and make sure we were all alone, it was deserted, not even a fly around us, the only light lengths away from us so that we were left in the dark.

"I just don't want to get caught or anything is all," Still pumping his cock in my hand, I bit my lip at the feeling of two fingers under my skirt, easily finding my clit against my panties, slipping in to feel how soaked I was, pressing my face into his chest as he started to pump into me.

"Just don't be too loud," It amazed me how careless he could be sometimes, taking the time to tease me with a whisper, "You're already so wet and tight. Guess, I'll get you off with my hand then, huh?"

His thumb finding my clit and rubbing at the same time had me moaning into his chest, being as quiet as I could, shaking and taking a handful of his shirt when I started to cum around his fingers, picking my head up to whisper back:

"Only fair if you get your fix too. Just fuck me already."

"Naughty girl," He chuckled, kissing and pushing my panties to the side, picking me up by the thighs and positioning himself, my head falling back, squeezing the muscle of his triceps, soft bites leaving marks along my neck while his cock started to stretch me wide, humming to me, "Now, that feels too good."

"You feel good too," I gasped out, looking to see our hips meet, burning against one another as he gave a sweet roll, "Sooo good, Yami."

"That right, shortcake?"

My hands tangled in his hair, having to stop myself from nearly screaming at the quick, powerful thrust that sent his cock deep inside, each thrust coming quicker than the last, my jaw hung, and throat jumbled with the filthy moans that I couldn't let out.

"T-That's right," I choked out, hugging his head to bury my face in his shoulder, finally letting out the moans dying to get out of me, "You're so damn good, Yami!"

"Squeezing me tight like that, I can't help myself," Pushing my back against the wall and keeping me pinned, my arms and legs were latched around him and clinging for dear life, words like I was in a dream, "So warm and soft. Didn't think you'd take me so well, shortcake."

"It's a l-lot," Gasping again, my eyes helplessly rolled to the back of my head, feeling the heat in my stomach grow and ache, especially when his thrust grew even faster somehow, the pound of his tip against my cervix nearly making me scream, "But-; Just, fuck!"

"Hey now, don't wanna get caught, do you?" The ache I felt grew as he started to drag his thrusts out, slowing and kissing, "I know it's good, but you're getting loud, don't ya think?"

"I can't help it," I whined with tears in my eyes, trying to kiss back but constantly moaning, nails dragging along the back of his neck and having me beg, "Faster, again. Yami, please!"

"Oh, you like it fast and rough like that?" I was burying my face again from the relentless pace that outmatched before, walls having an even tight grip, feeling the pulsation from head to toe, his voice nearly an echo in my head, "Gonna make you cum going like that?"

"Yeah!" Pressing my forehead against his, the bliss could even be heard in my tone, so close to the edge that I didn't care, "I don't give a shit if anyone hears. Just make me cum, Yami. I'm about t-, I'm cuming!"

Taking my thighs and spreading them as far as they could, I nearly became one with the wall, a hard thrust keeping our hips pinned, his eyes watching past my skirt to see how I gushed around his cock, walls sucking him back in deeper as he pulled back a little, wanting to see the mess of my slick all over him.

"Got damn, shortcake," He chuckled, letting me ride out the rest of my bliss as my hips began to wind on their own with what little energy I had, "Don't wanna let me go."

"You're so lucky we're where we are right now," I panted under my breath, not thinking he heard, but he did, smirking at me:

"What? Think you can handle a round two or are you just cock drunk?"

"Maybe both," I giggled, gasping as he pulled back, but kept me in his arms, "You just know how to rock my world."

"You know what?" Fixing himself with one hand and easing me to my feet with the other, hand under my skirt and squeezing my ass, winking at me, "I could go for another piece of cake." 

[joe9cool]

Collide-Justin Herbert-25

A/N: Disclaimer. I do not know The Chargers or know anyone associated with The Chargers. This is all for fanfiction purposes only 

The Battle of Los Angeles.

As she settled into the suite with Joe, Alisha, and a couple of Joe's family members and even AnnSophie joined since her ex decided to take Lexi on a whim and she had a Guess fashion meeting.

It was a good day. The group took a limo to the stadium, and as usual, the drinks were flowing. Thankfully no one was hungover from their New Year's Eve festivities.

They had a great view of everything and everyone. Sara noticed AnnSophie was staring at the camera view of Joey running on the field. "gets ya all turned on doesn't it?" Annie broke from her trance. "Stop I'm just taking in my first NFL game."

"Looking at Joseph in his tight workout gear is a bonus isn't it?" She mocked her friend's voice."

"Just shut up and enjoy the game" a moment of silence then her friend stated. "He still has that amazing body."

Sara laughed and her friend joined in. "So listen, you know I love Justin but I have to ask. From what can you recall, how was Joey in the sack?"

She expected Annie to scold her since she was usually so reserved when it came to sex. However she was surprised. "The times we would get together. We'd fuck like rabbits. The first time I visited him at Ohio State we destroyed the dorm. Easily the best fuck I'd ever had."  Sara and AnnSophie were giggling. "Well based on what I've seen from you two it seems like you'd pick up right where you left off."

"Oh please, he doesn't want me now. I have a kid!" Sara rolled her eyes. "Which he knows about. Yet still seems to care enough to ask about you and what you're up to. Have you been talking to him?"

"We have been exchanging some pleasantries on instagram, but that's it. Just friends." Annie took a sip of her wine. 

Joe interrupted. "Every time Justin throws a touchdown pass we take a shot of tequila."

"How is your liver still intact?" Alisha told her husband. Joe shrugged. "Everyone underestimates Germans as drinkers. Right Annie?" The blonde nodded. However, according to Joe the Chargers first touchdown was worthy of a shot so they all took theirs.

Sara was going to miss this. She got the final arrangements for her flight Thursday. It was a morning flight, and despite Justin insisting that he drop her off at the airport. Her team arranged a car since they needed to be there on arrival. He was going to stay the night at her house so he could see her off. They both had a long talk, and discovered that Sara could see him during the times she was back in Los Angeles. She was coming back for the Fenty Savage show that was Feb 2nd. She'd be in town for a week of rehearsal and all that. So technically she could sneak out and see him. Hopefully he'd be getting ready for the SuperBowl..

"TOUCHDOWN CHARGERS!" The announcer yelled. Everyone cheered, and shots were handed out. Sara took hers and after she barely coughed it down. "I'm definitely riding Justin tonight."

The group laughed. Then Alisha started. "Annie come on, you know you wanna ride that fine piece of Italian ass!" She blushed while Joe yelled. "HEY!" 

Going into halftime, the Chargers had a comfortable lead. She was just hoping The Rams didn't get any momentum in the second half.

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"You're lucky I love you babe." Jack dragged his boyfriend to the Chargers-Rams game. He found the last  tickets by the suites. In section 200, he was on a mission.

He had taken several bathroom breaks during the in-between periods. He had a press pass he could use to get into normally unauthorized areas. Jack had purposely went by the suites but he had no luck. Until halftime, or intermission or whatever the fuck football breaks were called.  He was coming down the steps to his seat when he decided to take out his phone to snap some photos for social media. Then he saw it.

 Sara standing in the window view next to Joe Grant, who was dressed in what looked like one of those hideous jerseys. She was casual in a white long sleeve shirt and some light washed jeans. Her dark hair was down and concealed by a Chargers beanie. Perfect.

As she turned to talk to Joe, Jack quickly got out his long lens camera and began snapping pictures. A few minutes later, a blonde woman was spotted hugging her. Just in case he took a few photos of her as well. 

He continued looking, but unfortunately the third period was going to start so he had to get back to his seat. As much as Jack didn't want to stay, he now knew where to keep an eye on the actress. Maybe he could catch some stuff.

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"AND ANOTHER ONE! SHOTS EVERYONE!" 

Sara passed them to Carly and Isabelle, as well as Patrick. They made last minute plans to surprise them for the game. Once Sara found out they were there via text she invited them to the suite. Joe didn't care, the more the merrier. "Our cousin and her husband are here. I don't know where they are though and she's a little social media happy, so I don't think it'd be a good idea to have her up here." Patrick stated after they took their shots." Sara nodded in understanding.

Going into the fourth quarter the Chargers had a nice lead, so nice that Coach rested him after he took a hit and was in pain from what looked to be his leg. "I know he's upset." Sara mumbled to Carly and Isabelle, who both laughed in agreement. 

Sara left the game shortly after that. She needed to get to Justin's house to celebrate the win. Once again, she ordered their favorite pastas and waited for him to come home. Of course it'd be a while, since he had to say hi to his family and catch up with his cousin. 

So safe she was surprised when Justin came home ahead of schedule. "I thought you would say hi to your family." He kissed her. "I can see them anytime, I only have four days with you." She smiled. "Justin baby, I'm coming back at the end of January, then I'm doing the Oppenheimer promo at the end of February, and if all goes well I'll hopefully be back to celebrate your birthday."

He smiled and kissed her again. "You're right, it will go by fast." "And you will be in the playoffs. Did you know that you're predicted to have a deep run? You got Joey back!"

He smiled and scratched the back of his head. "Don't tell AnnSophie I said anything, but I may have caught them by his car as I was leaving." 

Sara's jaw dropped "what!" He laughed. "She got in his Tesla and they drove off together."

"That bitch! She told me she was at the house!" She turned around. "I should make a surprise stop and catch her." Before she could take a step further Justin's bit arms engulfed her and he lifted her up. "Oh no you're not." She laughed as he put her down on the couch." He got on top of her. "I'm keeping you here. In fact, I'm locking you up in my basement." 

She hummed. "See you keep saying that but you haven't done anything. I'm beginning to think you're all talk Herbert."

He growled. "You minx." He kissed her. 

"Hows your leg?" He groaned. "It's fine, I should have been allowed to play though."

She rubbed his back, "they want to rest you for the playoffs, it's a smart move, can't risk you getting hurt." He moaned as she rubbed her fingers through his hair. "You do need a cut, looking like a hobo begging for money." She giggled.

"I'm begging for something, but not money." Justin's big hand grabbed at her crotch through her leggings. She slapped the back of his head. "You pervert."

He kissed her, and she melted to the kiss. "I have an idea, he whispered into her lips." 

"What?" He got off of her. "Let's go to Jerry's!"

She got up. "Wait a minute, right now?" He nodded. "I may have called him yesterday to reserve the bar. Luckily he doesn't get too many customers on New Year's Day." She squealed, she had not seen the bar since Bella's birthday party. She refreshed her makeup and he changed into something else (more Nike sweats) and she decided to drive. 

Justin had to tell her to slow down as she was going way above the limit but she was so excited. In no time, they pulled in the lot. After exchanging pleasantries with Jerry and him disappearing, she started the jukebox and poured them drinks.

The couple sat in the booth in the corner of the dive bar. Sara wanted to play Justin her song with Lord Huron. It hadn't been formally released yet, but Ben sent her the audio for approval. As he listened to her voice, he was clingy. Holding her hand as she snuggled to him. "Your voice is beautiful when you sing." He mumbled. "Have you ever thought about recording music by yourself?"

"Hmm, I have thought about it. My team wants me too, and some fans I've sung for while in quarantine have asked for it. I just don't want to do all that touring stuff." 

She continued. "I'll just features and duets and some covers." He hummed. At one point she got up and dragged him to the floor to dance. He didn't object, he spent the whole time bending down to inhale her scent. The song, which was a slow song was by Nora Jones

Come away with me in the night.

Come away where they can't tear us apart with their lies.

Sara sang softly, enough so Justin couldn't hear her. Buried in his stomach, he couldn't see the tears in her eyes.

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"Jack, I'm telling you she is single!"

Jack rubbed his face together. He was at home, he had just home from a long assignment and needed answers. There was already a deumoxi post saying Sara was in a relationship, it was vague enough to where the general public was pointing fingers at the American sweetheart. He needed to get his sources now.

And they were being stubborn. "Listen, I know you know Sara well enough to know if she is in a relationship or not. I need all the details!"

"And I'm telling you, she is just living her life. She has guy friends that are cordial. "

"What was the deumoxi post about?"

"That could be about anybody. You know this Jack, don't be stupid."

He had enough, it was time to play dirty. "Am I stupid enough to know about a quarterback who plays for the Los Angeles Chargers? Who goes by the name Justin Herbert?"

There was dead silence on the other end of the line and he knew he had them. "You really think I didn't know about that? I was just trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. Now I need details, I can go to family or close friends and act like a friend. Or I can get it from the person who is the closest to them"

"Then why did you call me?" The voice shot back. "You could have just done that and saved yourself some time arguing with me."

Jack laughed. "Because I figured if you folded once at the check you would gladly do it again. Trust me toots, this story would be big since it's breaking. No one else has this information. Sara has been good at hiding things this time around I see."

"Look, we are a tight knit community, I won't give you any details. If I leak this, she will know it's me."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Oh nonsense, you know I am always good at being discreet." There was a pause, so he continued. "Look this paycheck will be huge, huge I tell you. If you change your mind let me know as soon as possible."

The silence on the other end told him everything.

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Sara was on the phone with her manager confirming all the last minute tedious travel details. She had her script and her role down, she had the accommodations for her and her team. Her trailer was filled with her favorite things. She didn't like to be too demanding, but some things were a necessity to her. Especially being gone for a decent amount of time.

She and Justin had been staying at her house for the last couple of days. In this time, he found himself leaving practices as soon as the guys were dismissed. This was a drastic change to him usually staying longer than everyone else.

He watched and helped her go through her usual routine when she was going away for a while. Cleaning, scrubbing, washing her comforter and clothes. She told him she always did this so she could have a nice clean room when she returned home.

Which meant they spent the last few nights on an air mattress in her living room. Justin couldn't say anything. To him, this was like going through a pregame routine. 

He had his usual workouts and noticed his left shoulder felt awkward. Sara noticed it too, and began to take care of him when he was with her. He showed her how much he appreciated her. 

Erika was also with them too, she would be traveling with Sara for about a week, then head back to LA to watch over her house. Then they'd meet again for the fenty fashion show, then would be out with her while she did filming then promoting Oppenheimer. It put Sara and Justin's mind at ease that they could find time to see each other during those months she'd be gone.

She also had to speak with Katie and Brittany regarding financial and legal status. It helped having a family who worked in positions that can help her. While she was on the phone with Brittany, Justin sat next to her and listened in as she was updated on other members 

"We told dad you were leaving, and he seemed to show emotion, so maybe he will reach out." Brittany stated.

"How's mom been?" Her sister sighed on the  other end. "Her and dad are still fighting, he's spending more time at the office and taking on all of these projects. It's bad Sara, he skipped Eliza's daycare Christmas party. Mom chewed him out for it, saying there's no excuse."

"Yeah, I wished she did that when it came to my theater stuff." It was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. There was silence for a few moments.

"Sara, he had to work to put a roof over our heads. He was putting me and Katie through school." Sara made a fist. "Still daf made it to your volleyball tournaments didn't he?"

"Look, I'm not saying mom and dad are perfect. But you harbor so much underlying anger towards them. They did the best they could for all of us." 

Sara's face got red. She was mad. "Don't you think that was easy to say since you got the best  and I barely got the bare minimum."

"Well what do you want them to do? Turn back time? We all support you, you just want this big gesture."

She sighed and took off her glasses. She felt Justin's hand on her back."Look, they could at least care about what I'm doing. You remember the fenty fashion show at Thanksgiving?"

"Sara, I'm sorry but I don't think it's appropriate for the family to see you in lingerie."

"You know Britt? I don't know whose side you're on. But I'm sick of it, I'm never celebrated. Everything is your careers, weddings, and babies. One thing of mine is a big deal and I get pushed aside. That's been my whole fucking life. You know how hard it was coming out of an amazing theater performance and seeing all my friends hug their families and get roses? I'd be lost, looking around. Hoping that my eyes deceived me of an empty seat and that someone showed up but I'd get a text saying mom or dad got stuck and they were in route to pick me up. Or how I got my own car at sixteen so I can not rely on you guys for rides. Do you have any idea how I feel? How it still affects me? You guys got the best of mom and dad, and I didn't get shit."

There was silence. "Yeah, and you won't even apologize. Or try to put yourself in my shoes. You just think because I'm successful it gets swept under the rug. Call me when you find out what you're having." After referring to her sisters pregnancy she hung up. She didn't realize she had tears coming down her face. She also forgot that Justin witnessed that entire conversation. "I'm sorry you had to hear that." Erika was in the room too, looking at her with concern. Justin rubbed her back, he was a little uncomfortable witnessing his girlfriend fight with her family.

He had to be honest, the girls he was in relationships always had families like he did. They were supportive, had each other's back and were just loving. He couldn't put himself in Sara's shoes because he never had that. His mom was always at games, his dad encouraging him and attending games whenever he could. He couldn't imagine not having that support system. "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say" He admitted.

Sara shook her head and leaned into him. "You being here is enough." Erika looked at them for a moment before walking away. Justin continued to rub her back. "Can we go to the basement? I feel bad keeping out in the living room, especially since Erika and I used to do it. He nodded, "why don't we ask her to join us?" She smiled and he got up and found her friend in the other room.

"Hey me and Sara are going to sleep in the basement and watch some movies. Care to join?" 

Erika shook her head. "You got it down pat, I don't want to intrude."

Justin shook his head. "You're not intruding if we are asking."

"No I'm fine, goodnight." She went to her room. Justin was confused. Out of all of Sara's friends, he had a hard time getting along with Erika. It wasn't for lack of trying, when she was around he would also try to include her in conversations and be nice. She just had a standoff personality."

"She's all business, she has a hard time trusting people and she's a bit overprotective of me too." Sara explained to him one night. It did put him a bit at ease, thinking she'd come around eventually. So far, it hasn't happened yet. 

Nevertheless, his focus was on Sara. He had to soak up the few days he had left with her. 

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1 day

Sara was on the treadmill at the facility. She had snuck in while the guys were outside. She wanted to get one last workout in, plus she was near Justin and his teammates.

While Justin was doing press, Mike came in to do some lifting, and she was talking to him about the trip. "What's the time difference between here and Abu Dhabi?"

Sara had to Google it. " They are twelve hours ahead of us. So it will be an adjustment. We do have a small scene that will be shot in Paris." Mike shook his head. "Herb better plan those phone calls properly."

Sara and Justin had a schedule somewhat down. Since there would be long filming days. She could facetime him during breaks.

"Hey, bring me back something." Sara laughed. "Do you think there will be time for me to go shopping? You are the seventh person to ask me to do that. I'm not making any promises." He laughed. "Well miss you Sara, trust us we aren't looking forward to sulking Herb."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh please, he will be locked in, since you guys made the playoffs. I'm calling it now, I'll be coming home to cheer you on in the Superbowl!"

"I hope so, that's the goal. When that happens you need to be on the field with us."

Sara smiled. "I hope so, but I don't think I'd want to reveal who I'm dating at the superbowl."

"Speaking of, are you and Herb going public anytime soon?" She looked around. "We've talked about it. I kinda want to, just get it out there once and leave it alone. But Justin is against that, and I agree with his points. We will probably talk more in depth when I get back."

Mike smiled. "I hope so. The guys and their girls would like to see you at some events supporting Justin. The wives you did meet really like you. I think everything thinks your too cool for him"

She laughed. "I mean duh. The dude won't even say turnt." They both started laughing at the thought of Justin saying anything along those lines. Before they could say anything else the man of the hour walked in. "What are you guys talking about?" He took a sip of his water.

Mike shrugged. "Your girl won't bring me anything from Dhabi." 

"I said I'd try. This isn't a vacation for me." Justin wrapped his arm around her. She tried to shove him off of her. "Ewwww your sweaty!" He just stayed firm and overpowered her for a hug. "Ewwww!" She wrinkled her nose up in disgust. "You need to shower. Please." He laughed.

Mike just smiled from a distance.

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"Everything is ready?" Erika turned around to see Sara and Justin hugging. "Guys! We are going to miss the flight! Alex is waiting, (referring to her manager who was probably at the terminal.)

Justin kissed Sara one more time. She was still a little sore from the goodbye activities the night before.

"I'll miss you. Be careful please." He tucked her hair around her ear. She smiled. "Get to the superbowl." He laughed. "That's the goal" they kissed again.

The horn honked. He walked her to the car and she got in. "I love you."

"I love you too. I'll see you in three weeks." 

"I keep forgetting about that. It takes away the longing feeling." They kissed again. "I'll lock everything up, and I'll send you pictures of Nova."

Sara smiled. "I think I'll miss her the most." Justin laughed. "Brat." They kissed again, only to be interrupted by the horn honking. They looked over at Erika who was upfront next to the driver. "Sorry I'm excited to get to Abu Dhabi!."

"I'll text you when I land!" Justin closed the door and stepped back. Sara rolled down her tinted window and smiled. 

The car pulled away.

Justin walked back to his car to return to life without her for a few weeks.

He didn't like it one bit.

[mylove4uisdro]

ShadeRoom: New Bae Watch?

@TheShadeRoom: New Bae Watch? We all know of Jack Harlow’s massive celebrity crush on one of our favorite Atlanta rappers, Y/N Y/LN. He’s said on multiple occasions on how he’d like to meet her.

Well, it seems like our Kentucky rapper might be getting more than what he asked for. They were spotted last week at a birthday party for a mutual friend, looking mighty close.

A source reveal that not long after Y/N left, Jack and his crew went around saying their goodbyes. It seems that  

What do think Roomies? We like this or what?

@user: YESSSSSSS!

@user: I mean… if I can’t have her I guess he aight

user: i was there! the way he look at her…  

urbanwyatt: my man done came up😁👌

jackharlow: ay🤷‍♂️

bigy/n777: damn yall fast as hell! 😂

dojacat: @bigy/n777 @jackharlow was yall flirting or nah? sza: right cause the people wanna know druski2funny: well bigy/n777: shit I aint got nun to hide. yes yes we were jackharlow: yes lilnasx: *le gasp* is it happening… is my ship happening?

user: she admitted it.

user: jack living my dream

user: if my husband gone cheat, i’d rather him cheat with y/n

loser: y he want her?

user: and why would he want yo basic ass? and who wouldn’t want her? she make her own money, got a great job, independent and she gorgeous as a mufucka

theestallion: I CALL CAPTAIN

bigy/n777: captain of what? theestallion: the ship lilnasx: ay, im the og captain saweetie: both yall sum dumbasses bc me and urban already called co-captains jackharlow: @urbanwyatt 🤨this true? urbanwyatt: yess. And don’t act like you aint no this bigy/n777: there is no ship yet jackharlow: @bigy/n777 yet? sza: @bigy/n777 yet? dojacat: @bigy/n777 yet? bigy/n777: oh my god!! i cant stand nun yall asses theestallion: @bigy/n777 then sit yo as down somewhere and answer the question

@bigy/n777: Goodnight

Author Note: I might come back and add some more but this all I got rn. Enjoy.

[jamalgripperton46290]

Above and Beyond (Kwazii x Peso)

Jamal Gripperton's Masterlist

A/N (if you haven't already read it go read it now then come back)

He was cute, adorable, and overly pretty.

Many men wouldn't pick "pretty" to describe another one of their kind, although Peso was in fact 100% male, he fit the description perfectly. He was gentle, endearing, sweet, charming enchanting, and Kwazii's dream type.

And yet again, Kwazii was discreetly gawking at Peso from across the room, for what seemed like the 90th time in a lapse of 15 minutes. But dear god, he just couldn't help it, it was as if Peso was crafted with the most delicate yet strongest alloy of metals carefully spun together at a graceful rhythm, while Kwazii held a strong wave of magnetic attraction in his bead-like eyes, pulling him and Peso closer with every passing second.

Just another day gone, and fully spent staring at Peso, the norm nowadays. 

All was all a fuzzy haze until Kwazii felt a soft pair of fingers tap him on the shoulder.

"Umm cap'n... I think Kwazii's out again, he ain't respondin" Tweak spoke, rolling her eyes, because this Kwazii-zoning-out-because-of-peso was getting irritating at this rate. And she had definitely caught up with the situation here.

"What- no- shit, I'm sorry. My sleep schedule y'know? It's like... wrecked, yep..." Kwazii stuttered.

He caught Peso giggling in the corner of his eye, and wanted to stop and stare for just a couple more hours, but Captain Barnacles just wasn't having it today.

"PESO. WAKE. UP. For fuck's sake, you have work to do. So go and do it before I fire your ass outta here" Barncles scoffed.

"Sorry man, It's just... yeah..." 

"It's sir to you" Captain Barnacles corrected, quite practically sashaying out of the room. He couldn't deal with all of these dipshits this early in the morning, so he made his way for a cup of coffee or to the toilets to jack off or something, cuz cmon, desperate times call for desperate measures. Well, not that this was desperate or anything, but he was tired, and needed to release stress somehow and-

You get it.

As he exited the room, Tweak pulled Kwazii into the corner leading to the hallway.

"I know what's up and all, but I can't keep covering for you dude, this is gonna cost us both our jobs eventually" Tweak sighed, keeping her hand set on Kwazii's shoulder.

"Yeah yeah..."

"Wait- how do you know?" Kwazii sputtered.

"It's written all over your face dude, and it's all you fucking talk about now, it's disgusting" Tweak faked a smile.

"Well, shit, yeah sorry, I'll try not to" Kwazii reassured Tweak. But we all know it was a pretty big lie.

"Listen, I can help you with that. But outside of work, okay?" Tweak tried consoling Kwazii, being the good rabbit friend she was.

"That would be great, thanks" 

"Okay back to work" Tweak hopped.

**Time Skip**

It was FINALLY the end of the day, and suddenly, Kwazii was approached yet again by Tweak herself.

"Dude guessss whattttt?!" She squealed.

"Whattttt?"

"I've set you on a date with Pesooooo!" Tweak giggled.

"No fucking way. Are you messing with me?! When? Where?" Kwazii asked excitedly.

"9:00 PM sharp at the Way Bar!" She beamed proudly.

"I fucking love you" Kwazii said, wrapping both arms tight around Tweak, to include her in a warm embrace.

"It gets better by the way hun" Tweak smiled.

"Me and Dashi are heading out tonight, so you'll have the apartment to yourselves till like 1:00 if you want to head back before then" 

"Great, thanks. You know I fucking love you right?" Kwazii grinned

"Who wouldn't?" She smirked

After a few seconds of silence, Tweak spoke again.

"Also, please don't fuck on my bed if you get back early, I will crucify you" She warned

"N-no! What the fuck?! O-of course not..."

"I'm dead fucking serious, Kwazii"

"F-fuck off..."

"Alright, but ya owe me one, hon" Tweak winked, and eventually became a shadow among the dimly-lit hallway.

-

The early hours of the evening rolled by eventually, and Kwazii felt like he was about to barf the living shit of his whole body out his ass. Because, goddamn, he was going on a date with Peso, his dream, his true calling, his passion, his world~ (Ew, cheesy)

He chose some random outfit that took him about half an hour to put together, when in reality, consisted of some black jeans he found on the floor that probably had some old cum stains in them (But like, whatevs y'know? #Yolo) And the only button-up shirt he owned, and that now that he thought about it, was a tad bit too small for his liking, but would probably accentuate his very hot abs he was currently working on (Just for Peso~)

"Well, fuck me..." He sighed to himself, as he slowly made his way to his car.

He tried the radio, chewing gum, listening to music, even talking to himself, but he was so damn fuckin nervous, and no amount of random internet method was ever going to change that, sadly.

As he pulled over to the infamous "Way Bar", nerves pooled in his stomach erratically, not letting go, as he began to break into a cold sweat, his heart pulsing right under his skin, vision going slightly blurry.

"Calm the fuck down, Kwazii, and grow a pair..." He scolded himself, partially resting his racing head on the steering wheel, whilst gripping it tightly with his hands. (Well, technically they're paws, but like, whatever)

As he made his dreaded way over to the bar, and checked his breath like, 15 times before-hand, he took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. (Finally)

As he took notice of Peso's small figure drinking some shots in the far corner, his worry almost seemed to dissipate completely, as his eyes landed on that very familiar, and silky plumage he loved so much, his dainty, serene figure seemed so at peace, so breathtaking... beautiful, he thought to himself.

As he was about to walk over to Peso, Peso himself, caught sight of him and spared him a welcoming glance, waving him over. Kwazii being Kwazii, got a little too carried away and instead stood there awkwardly, taking in the beautiful yet deep abyss of Peso's quite alluring irises. (Yes, I'm fuckin poetic)

"You comin, Kwazii?" Peso softly giggled.

"Uh... Yeah, sorry..." Kwazii blushed. "Dumbass" he muttered to himself.

"What was that?" Peso asked, cocking his head to the side slightly, a gesture Kwazii admired from afar.

"Nothing..." Kwazii gently smiled.

"Well then, Kwazii. I know Tweak pretty much set us on this date, but I had a couple shots before you arrived, and it might be the booze talking, but I'm just gonna be blunt here and lay it all out, I really like you, Kwazii" Peso sputtered, slightly smirking, as he rested his head on the palm on his hand.

"Woah... Really? I didn't expect you to be so bold, but I really like you too, nontheless... Yeah..." Kwazii stuttered, a dark blush slowly rising to his cheeks, and all of his face in general.

"Glad to hear we're reciprocating feelings here, Kwazii" Peso grinned, slowly leaning in and placing a small kiss to the side of Kwazii's cheek.

Kwazii just sat there dumbfounded, his body kinda froze, the world stopped fucking spinning, he could hear his racing heartbeat in his ears, the whole thing caught him really off-guard to say the least, but then he realized he probably should've been saying something, so he did, well, sort of.

"Wow..." 

Was all Kwazii could let out. Really Kwazii?

"Hey, Ray? Pass me the bottle" Peso smiled at the bartender.

"Well actually, just pass the Red Wine" Peso corrected, slightly grinning at Kwazii.

After about 30 seconds of thought, Kwazii finally took the hint, but tried (And failed) to play it off with what he thought was a subtle smile. (He actually looked like a demented dog on steroids, and he's a cat, so, that's pretty bad)

And all went pretty smoothly from then on, with much help from the wine, Kwazii stopped being such a wuss and eventually let loose. Soon, they were talking, laughing, flirting and alla that jizz. But one thing led to another, and they soon drove off to Kwazii's apartment to "talk more".

And lo and behold, as soon as they shut that door, clothes were flying everywhere, cats were being pinned against the wall, and penguins were whimpering with a newfound level of desperation. Raw and passionate love at it's finest.

"Room. Now" Kwazii mutttered in between hot, feverish kisses, as he lead them both over to the nearest room available. Which just so happened to be Tweak's. Great.

But they were both way too far gone to care, and Peso was here, and it was actually happening, and it was all just a huge hectic flurry of emotions. And ya live in the moment ma dudes, so reality can wait. (For the most part, anyways)

Opening the door to Tweak's, room they both drunkenly rushed in, and as soon as Peso waddled in, Kwazii pinned him to the wall and proceeded to smash their lips together. They ferociously kissed as hands (Technically paws) wandered around both of their bodies moans and groans filled the room as they made out against the door. 

"Let's take this to the bed, shall we?" Peso slurred, and Kwazii nodded, walking towards it.

Both of them laid on the bed, before practically pouncing on each other, sloppy kisses being shared, moans being let out, and limbs entangled. But nevertheless, it was ecstasy for the both of them. Pulling away for a few breaths, Kwazzi pressed kisses all over Peso's face, trailing them down to his neck, licking, sucking and biting on the soft, fleshy skin.

"Mmm~ Fuck... Kwazii" Peso moaned out, tilting his head back, euphoria flowing through his veins from the pleasurable feelings Kwazii dragged out of him.

Kwazii trailed the kisses further down towards his collarbone, and soon, down his chest, as Peso let out whimpers, moans, and groans of pleasure and some slurred words of praise every now and then. They both took off the remaining clothes they had on, before going all over each other. Things escalated majorly, as Peso now had his mouth wrapped around Kwazii's rather girthy length.

Bobbing his head up and down, licking and sucking as if his life depended on it, he swirled his tongue around the tip, sucking harshly as loud groans flowed out of Kwazii's pink, puffy, and now swollen lips. Peso picked up his pace sucking impossibly harder, he inched closer to his release, ragged breaths erratically erupting out of him. His schlong twitched and throbbed inside] Peso's soft, warm mouth as his eyes shut tightly. A few more bobs later, the white and sticky liquid shot down Peso's throat.

"Fuucckkk~" Kwazii groaned, his head tilted back, and eyes shut tightly as Peso swallowed his spermies.

Peso released his shlong with a pop, before laying on the bed exhausted. Kwazii grabbed his thighs and pulled him closer, flipping him over and spreading his legs. Peso softly gasped, surprised at Kwazii's actions. Kwazii squeezed lube on his length and circled Peso's small ring of muscle with one lube-slicked finger.

Spreading the lube around his cock, Kwazii pushed all of himself inside, his schlong was giftwrapped between Peso's soft gummy walls. They both moaned in unison at the euphoric sensation as Kwazii started pumping himself in and out.

"Kwazii... FUCK~" Peso groaned in utter and complete pleasure, seeing sparks dancing in his vision, as Kwazii sent sharp, pleasuring jabs directly onto Peso's prostate, making him practically convulse in pleasure, his body crashing headfirst into pure ecstasy, relishing in the raw-ness of the moment.

Theatrical moans filled the room as Kwazii's movements became faster and more erratic, pounding onto Peso's very sensitive sweet spot relentlessly, showering them both in infinite sparks of pleasure.

"Fuck~ You're so fucking tight..." Kwazii practically growled, as he continued to slam and hit Peso's prostate dead-on, at a rather unforgiving pace, causing Peso to tightly cling onto the sheets, whining and writhing in ecstasy.

All was bliss, until the faint sound of keys jingling, the door unlocking, and slightly slurred talking, slowly filled the apartment Kwazii and Tweak shared. 

Wait. 

Tweak? 

Kwazii looked around the room and finally came to the realization that this wasn't his room, it was in fact Tweak's.

"Are you guys home?" Tweak called; her voice slightly muffled as she walked around their flat. The footsteps eventually came to a halt as Tweak opened the door, her and Dashi's jaws immediately crashing down onto the floor to the explicit sight before them.

"KWAZII WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!"

Fuck.

....

-BeezyBee and Jamal Gripperton <3

[mccall-me-maurice]

What are your top five favorite ships? 🌼

AAAAH OKAY HONESTLY GREAT QUESTION

mauram -> need i explain? they’re so perfect for each other and it is one of the healthiest lotf ships in my humble opinion, solely because they love each other so much and don’t have the attitude of toleration. every moment between them is sweet and genuine. they love each other and they go beyond a want for spending time together, they need to.

robric -> okay so robert and eric are high high on my list because jesus christ i’m weak for childhood friends to enemies to friends to lovers. it’s so good, the romantic tension is good, the romance in and of itself is good, and robert is one of the first people to treat eric RIGHT.

rogermon -> SOFT BOYS SOFT SOFT BOYS. roger and simon are one of the ONLY healthy roger ship, because he truly doesn’t hold the capacity to treat simon as less than an equal, and definitely more than such. roger considers all of the choir his acquaintances, but simon is his friend.

jalph -> am i basic? yes. however, jack and ralph are actually not as toxic as it may seem. jack balances ralph’s uptight personality with a loose behaviour, and he isn’t afraid to call ralph out when he’s being a bitch. he doesn’t bow down and take ralph’s shit. similarly, ralph knows when to tell jack he’s being a prick and insensitive and won’t back down to jack. they balance like nobody else can.

billiggy -> BILL/PIGGY WILL FOREVER BE SO CUTE. DUMB ASS CHOIR KID X HIS TUTOR IN LIKE EVERY SUBJECT IS SO PURE. bill is the only one who wont bully piggy and legitimately makes an effort to get to k n ow him.

[aspenmissing]

𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

The impala is traveling along a quiet, dark road. Sam, Dean and Y/N are arguing.

"Because Demon, that's why" Y/N snaps, looking at Sam in the rearview mirror, her hands gripping the steering wheel.

"I mean the second you find out that Ruby chick is a Demon you go for the holy water! You don't chat!"

"No one was chatting, Y/N" Sam says.

"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you send her ass back to hell?" Dean says.

"Because - Because she said she might be able to help us out!"

"How?" Sam pauses "No really, Sam, how? How could she possibly help us?" Y/N asks.

"She told me she could help you, Ok?" Sam says. Dean doesn't seem to get it but Y/N looks back to the road "Help you get out of the crossroads deal" Dean and Y/N shares a look before she looks at Sam incredulously.

"What is wrong with you, huh? She's lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is - it's me" She Pause "What else did she say?" Sam stays silent.

"Dude?" Dean says.

"Nothing" Sam pauses "Nothing, Ok?! Look I'm not an idiot Guys, I'm not talking about trusting her, I'm talking about using her. I mean we're at war, right? And we don't know jack about the enemy; we don't know where they are, we don't know what they're doing. I mean, hell, we don't know what they want. Now this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. Now yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it"

"You’re okay right, I mean you're feeling, okay?" Y/N asks.

"Yes, I'm fine, why are you always asking me that?" A phone starts ringing. Sam sighs and reaches for his own.

"It's not mine" Y/N goes for hers.

"Not me, you" She asks, looking at Dean. He goes for his.

"Nope" Dean pauses "Check the glove compartment, it's Dad's"

"Dad's?" Sam asks.

"Yes, we keep it charged up in case any of his old contacts call" Y/N says. She opens the glove compartment, finds John's phone and answers it.

"Hello? Yes...I'm Julia Casey, Edgar Caseys daughter...No! No, no, no, don't - don't call the police, I'll handle this myself. Thanks. You know, can you just uh, can you just lock it back up for me? Great. Uhm, I- I uh, I don't have my - my book in front of me" she gestures to Dean for a pen "do you- do you have the address so I can... Sure, OK. Go ahead. Right, thanks a lot" Y/N ends the call "Dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?"

"What?" Sam asks.

"Outside of Buffalo?"

"No way" Dean says shaking his head.

"Yeah. And someone just broke into it"

==

The three are in an elevator

"Man..." Dean scoffs.

"What?" Sam and Y/N ask in unison.

"Just Dad. You know him and his secrets. Spend all this time with the guy and it's like we barely even know the man"

"Well, we're about to learn something" Sam says.

"Hopefully good" Y/N says. The three exit the elevator and find the storage container. Y/N unlocks the padlock and opens the sliding door, the three with flashlights at the ready. On the dusty floor of the container is a symbol drawn in red, along with several bloody footprints.

"No demons allowed"

"Blood" Y/N holds up a tripwire which is attached to a shotgun hidden in a large animal skull "Check this out"

"Whoever broke in here got tagged" Dean says.

"Dear old Dad. I got two sets of boot treads here, like it was a two-man job. And out friend with the buckshot in him looks like he kept walking" Y/N says.

"So, what's the deal? Dad would go work here or something?"

"Living the high life, as usual" Sam, Dean and Y/N venture further inside. Dean aims his flashlight on the skull and shakes his head, laughing. Sam looks over a desk while Y/N picks up a trophy from a shelf, scraping the dust off.

"1995" She reads. Sam comes over and Y/N passes him the trophy.

"No way" He looks at it "That's my Division Championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this"

"Yeah...it was probably about the closest you ever came to being a boy" Dean wanders over to another find "Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade" Dean laughs and pumps the shotgun.

"Yeah...no. You asked me to help you" Y/N says, looking through a box. Y/N suddenly screams as a hand is around her neck, Dean and Sam rush over to help her, bringing out their guns. Before they could shoot, she starts to laugh. She pulls away and the fake bloody hand is in her hand.

"You asshole" Dean says, putting away his gun, followed by Sam who starts to walk away.

"Man, I used to scare the hell out of you with this" She throws the hand away and they continue to look around. Sam moves further into the container and opens a door to a back room. The chain on the door has been cut. Y/N, Sam and Dean enter and move their flashlights around the room.

"Holy crap. Look at this, he had land mines.... Which they didn't take. Or the guns" Dean says.

"I guess they knew what they were after huh" Y/N says. Sam spots boxes inscribed with symbols on a far shelf.

"Hey guys, check this out. See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are cursed boxes"

"Cursed boxes? Th- they're supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right, kinda like the Pandora deal?" Dean says.

"Yeah. Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object"

"Well Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes ... He never did say where they ended up" Y/N says.

"Yeah. Well, this must be his toxic waste dump." Sam notices a rectangular shape in the dust and runs his finger along the dust "One box is missing... Great"

"Well maybe they didn't open it" Dean says.

"You keep telling yourself that"

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N pull up in the alley beside an apartment block, next to another car. Dean leans out and checks the car's plate.

"Connecticut. Last three digits 880," He says.

"Yep, that's it," Sam replies.

"Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the security camera..." Y/N says as she and Dean share a look, smirking. Sam, Dean, and Y/N break into the apartment, armed, and sneak inside.

"Royal Flush. Grossman, that’s the second Royal Flush in eight hands," a man says.

"Yeah, this is a lot of fun," Grossman says.

"I can't lose. I mean really, I - I can't lose!" The man grabs the rabbit's foot. "Maybe this thing really works? You know what I'm saying? Ah - I tell you something there's no way in Hell we are handing it over to that stuck-up bitch now, not after all we've been through. Uh uh. Let's go, huh? Let's get out of here, let's go have some fun." Dean, Sam, and Y/N burst into the room, guns drawn.

"Freeze, Freeze! Nobody Move!" Dean shouts.

"Don't move," the two guys start to back away.

"Don't move!" Y/N shouts.

"What is this?" Wayne asks.

"Stop!"

"All right, give us the box. And please tell me that you didn't-" Y/N is cut off by Sam.

"Oh, they did."

"You opened it?!" Dean says, shoving Wayne against the wall.

"Are you guys cops?" He asks.

"Huh?" Dean snaps.

"Are you guys cops?!"

"What was in the box?" Dean asks. Wayne glances over at the coffee table where the rabbit's foot sits, the twins following his gaze.

"Oh, was that it? It was, wasn't it?" She speaks.

"What is that thing?" Dean asks. Wayne uses Dean's distraction to knock the gun from his hand. It falls to the floor, causing it to fire. The bullet ricochets off a radiator and hits Sam's gun, causing him to drop it. The then ricochets off his gun to Y/N, which grazes off her hand.

"Son of a bitch!" Y/N shouts in surprise and she drops her gun to hold her hand. The same bullet then ricochets again and breaks a lamp. Sam and Grossman both go for Sam's gun. Grossman pushes Sam into Dean. He falls back on the coffee table, breaking it and launching the rabbit's foot into the air.

"Sorry!" Sam says. Grossman throws himself at Y/N, sending the two to the floor, and then starts punching Y/N in the face. Wayne goes for Dean's gun. As he picks it up and aims for Y/N, he hits Dean, who had just gotten up, square in the chin, knocking him down again. Grossman begins to strangle Y/N. She desperately tries to reach for her gun. "Guys, I got it," Sam calls, the rabbit's foot in his hand. Y/N manages to stretch her hand enough to reach her gun and hits Grossman in the head, making him let go of her head. She kicks him into the wall behind him and he falls to the floor, she lays back onto the floor to catch her breath. Wayne moves forward and cocks Dean's gun in Sam's face.

"No, you don't," Wayne says as he tries to shoot Sam, only for his gun to jam. He panics and tries to clear the chamber. Dean gets up and then pulls Y/N to her feet, and the two try to stop him. Wayne is surprised and stumbles back, tripping over a rug and falling back over the couch. He knocks himself out. Sam, Dean, and Y/N share a look, confused. Grossman has got his hands on Sam's gun and tries to point it at Sam.

"Sam!" Y/N shouts. As Grossman moves, the books on the bookshelves behind him suddenly fall off and onto his head, knocking him out cold. Sam's gun flies out of his hand and Sam catches it. The twins look at him astounded.

"That was a lucky break!" Y/N pauses. "Is that a rabbit's foot?!" Sam holds it up.

"I think it is."

"Huh."

==

Dean walks over to the Impala with a paper bag in his hand and gets in. Sam and Y/N are inside. Y/N's hand has been wrapped up due to being grazed by the bullet. Dean takes something out of the bag.

"I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal," Y/N says. Dean holds up several scratch cards in front of Sam.

"Dean, come on."

"What?! Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head, and my gun don't jam. So that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break. Here, scratch one. C'mon Sam, scratch and win!" Dean hands over a coin and a card. Sam scratches it.

"Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise, Dad wouldn't have locked it up," Sam hands the card back, Y/N looks over.

"$1200...You just won $1200," She says. Dean and Y/N laugh and holler.

"I don't know, man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me!" Dean hands Sam another card expectantly. Later Dean lays out 6 scratch cards on the hood of the Impala, calculating their winning.

"Oh, man!" Dean laughs. He looks to Y/N who is sat on the hood "Dude, we're up fifteen grand," She laughs.

"Man, we need to go to Vegas," She jokes. The two laugh before looking at Sam, who is on the phone to Bobby, who bends down to pick something up. He turns to show the twins a gold watch. Y/N opens her mouth in shock.

"Awesome!" Dean mutters to him with a smirk. Sam puts the rabbit's foot in his jacket pocket before ending his call.

"Dude! We're up fifteen grand," Dean says. Sam gives a half-smile, looking worried, which didn't go unnoticed by Y/N.

==

The three enter a restaurant.

"Don't worry, Bobby will find a way to break it," Y/N says.

"Until then I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. You can be Rain Man," Dean says looking at Sam.

"Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, OK?" Sam turns to the restaurant owner "Hi, uh, table for three please."

"Congratulations!" The restaurant owner shouts. An alarm goes off.

"It's exciting, I know," Dean says.

"You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!" Staff start singing and taking photographs. Balloons and streamers fall from the ceiling. Sam looks embarrassed while Dean and Y/N look ecstatic. Later the three are sat at a table. Sam is on his laptop. Dean is eating a bowl of ice cream and Y/N is drinking a milkshake.

"Bobby's right. This lore goes way back. Pure Hoodoo. You can't just cut one off any rabbit. Has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on a Friday the thirteenth."

"I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's," Dean says.

"They have the best milkshakes," Y/N says. Dean is struck with brain freeze from the ice cream. Sam and Y/N laugh as a waitress approaches their table with more coffee.

"Can I freshen you up?" She asks Sam.

"Yeah, yeah sure. Thanks," The waitress pours Sam more coffee but, smiling at him, spills some.

"Oh!"

"Oh! Oh, I uh-"

"Let me mop up here."

"No, no don't worry it's okay, it's okay- I got it, uh..."

"It's no trouble, really," The waitress says.

"Okay."

"Sorry about that."

"It's all right," Sam says. The waitress appears to be flirting with Sam. Sam gives Dean and Y/N a look. The waitress finishes cleaning up and walks away, looking over her shoulder as she goes and smiles. Sam and Dean both lean in and watch her retreating.

"Dude. If you ever gonna get lucky..." Sam smirks.

"Shut up."

"Girls, behave," Y/N says, drinking her milkshake. Sam goes to pick up his coffee, knocks the cup over and manages to spill it all over the table and himself. Sam jumps out of his seat.

"Oh! Oh Geez, uh," Sam turns and a waiter with a full tray crash straight into him, sending things flying and causing a scene. Dean and Y/N look shocked "Sorry!" Sam turns to Y/N and Dean.

"How was that good?" Dean asks. Sam searches his jacket pocket and comes up empty, realizing the rabbit foot’s gone.

"Son of a bitch," Y/N says and she and Dean rush to get out of the seats.

[heavyhitterheaux]

REE!! Just read already best friends it took my ass all day!! But I wanted to be comfortable in bed when I read it 😭 UGHH I FUCKING LOVED IT. That so called “best friend” (fake jealous ass bitch) NEEDS HER ASS BEAT, WHOOPED, DRAGGED!! ALL OF THE FUCKING ABOVE

I’m gonna put some of my favorite things from the fic below:

Visit you at work and photoshop you in compromising pictures with different men to make it seem as if you were doing more than just giving them dances and sent it to Jack through a text message. This is really another level of miserable 😐

amila- Jack it’s Camila, I hate to be the one to tell you this. But Y/N isn’t as innocent as she seems. I don’t want for her to string you along anymore seeing as it’s been almost eight months. I’m actually surprised that she kept it up for this long. She does more than dance for people, she sleeps with them. She’s been lying to you. I’m sorry. This whole thing just REALLLYYYY PISSED ME OFF!! 🔪

Jack- Y/N, I didn’t want to do this over a text but, I have a lot of things going on and I feel as though we need to take a break from our relationship for a while. “I didn’t want to do this over text” THEN DONT!! BE A MAN AND FACE HER 🙄

And to think you told your mom and grandmother about him. SHE TOLD THE GRANDMA BROOO 😭 and he broke up with her OVER TEXT!!

And that he wanted to bring you to Kentucky to spend Thanksgiving with his family. AND YOU THE TYPA GIRL I WANNA BRING TO THANKSGIVING!!

“I love you, Mila. Thank you for being the one person that I can always count on.” THE IRONYYYY. Like she’s telling this evil ass bitch she lovers her & don’t even know what this hoe did!!

“Of course, baby girl. I am always going to be here for you. Until the end of time and even after that. All we need is each other.” And here comes her fake ass response, like bitch NO U NEED HER 🖕🏽

“But you really liked him and I was excited to meet him so he better get his shit together and make me a great grandmother.” Nana’s in the hospital bed preaching 😭

“Girl, please. You know you want him and only him. I’ll stop picking with you for now, but do me a favor and drop his address when I get out of rehab. Nana will set him straight.” Someone please tell me, where I go or what I gotta do to get a Nana like this 💀 I feel like this would be @hoodharlow as a grandma, DONT MESS WIT HER FAMILY 😭 or you will be catching them hands.

“I deserved to have that relationship, not her.” BITCH U DIDNT EVEN WANT HIM!! YOU WANTED THAT LIGHT SKIN BIG HEADED ASS HOE DRAKE 😐

I’m not holding on for a got damn thing. Get your shit out of my apartment and you better not come back. I… consider this friendship over with. Who knew you were a jealous ass bitch. Oh, and find another person to get you to help pay for your tuition next semester, I’m done. FIRST OFF, YN told this bitch the fuck off. AS SHE MOTHAFUCKIN SHOULD!! But what gets me is SHE WAS HELPING THIS FAKE WACK ASS HOE WITH HER TUITION?! AND THAT’S HOW SHE WANNA DO HER🤨 ANDDDD I STILL THINK SHE SHOULDA GOT HER ASS BEAT THE FUCK UP 🗣️

jackharlow: the baddest to ever do it. first black principal dancer of americanballettheater that's my wife yall 😍 YALL SEE THAT!! BLACK PUSSY POWER AT ITS FINEST!! Babygirl is married ANDDDD got her dream job 😘

lilnasx: jackharlow I'm spoken for. he better download a dating app. This….this just killed me 💀

REE YOU ALWAYS FUCKIN EATTTT, IM SO GLAD I WAITED TO READ THIS 🫶🏽😭

I FUCKING LIVE FOR YOUR REACTIONS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

YES TO ALL OF THIS AND THANK YOUUUU MAMAS 🥺

Jackman was wrong for not letting her explain

Don't even get me started on Camila

Yess Nana gives me Blanca vibes because I know she doesn’t play about the people she cares about

And Camila wanted Drake's ass not Jack

When she saw how her "bestie" was happy she was like where is my boo at? She doesn't deserve him

WHEN SHE DID DESERVE HIM

And yesss the ultimate form of black girl magic! Jack made sure to help her dream come true 😭😭

Druski and Nas always be going at it and don't know how to act lmaooooo

Who knows, I might do another insta au that shows married life for them and her thriving being the badass she is 😌💕

[svnoohe4rts]

best friends, sim jake x reader

↳ pairing: inexperienced!jake x fembodied!reader 

↳ word count: 4,6k

↳ summary: jake is desperate to lose his virginity, and since you’re his best friend, you agree to help him out.

↳ a/n: my first ever jake fic ?!?! i can’t believe it took me this long wow

↳ warnings: smut! protected sex, mentions porn

Jake knows he shouldn’t. Hell, he knows god damn well he shouldn’t even consider it; but the urge to lose his virginity was stronger than his sense of morality at this point. Desperate times call for desperate measures after all, right?

Jake was a simple man. He jerked off whenever he felt the need to, only watching porn if he felt like his imagination wasn’t enough to satisfy his urges. Jake had kissed at least three girls in total during his twenty years on planet earth, including the one he kissed back at the playground in middle school; it was his first kiss, after all, why wouldn’t he count that one?

It had never gone past kissing though. The most intimate thing he had done was probably grabbing a girl's ass while awkwardly making out at a party and the next most intimate thing he had ever experienced was probably the time a girl's hand accidentally brushed against his crotch. Not that he complained though.

He was content with his right hand, it certainly got the job done and he knew exactly how to give himself the best possible experience; so what was there to possibly complain about? Well, Jake decided to put the blame on Heeseung for that one.

If Heeseung had never walked into the room with the biggest smile Jake had ever seen on his lips back when they were 16, Jake would’ve never found himself in this situation. If Heeseung just hadn’t decided to brag about how he lost his virginity to his prom date the night before, Jake certainly never would’ve questioned his right hand and its ability to satisfy him. But of course, Heeseung just had to tell him all about how amazing it was and that he would never ever jack off ever again because nothing could ever even compare to the feeling he had just experienced as Heeseung himself had claimed. He became a changed man, he said, and there was no way he’d ever go back to just using his right hand. 

So in a way, Heeseung was definitely the cause of 16-year-old Jake's misery.

Then Jay lost his virginity the following summer. He also claimed he’d never ever go back to jerking off, going into great detail about how he had lost his virginity with the slightly older girl next door while mowing her father's lawn; sneaking into the shed while her father was sitting by the pool, reading the daily newspaper. Jake refused to jerk off that night, staring at the ceiling as he questioned what was so great about sex and why his right hand suddenly couldn’t even compare to a feeling he had never experienced for himself.

No matter how angry and confused Jake was, he found comfort in knowing one thing. It didn’t matter if both Heeseung and Jay had lost their beloved V card, because he still had Sunghoon. Sunghoon was also a virgin and Jake was sure about one thing and one thing only; he was most definitely going to lose his virginity before his introverted friend did.

As senior year of high school rolled around, both Jake and Sunghoon were still virgins; which Jake found great comfort in. Knowing he wasn’t the only one in his friend group who was still a virgin comforted him, knowing he wasn’t alone in his misery; knowing he wasn’t the only one who had yet to get his dick wet.

Until one day, Sunghoon showed up at school with the same forsaken smile that both Heeseung and Jay had worn and Jake knew he was doomed the second he spotted his friend’s smile. He didn’t even have to listen to his friend talking about how it happened, the feeling of defeat had already settled in by the time Sunghoon had even said hi.

So moral of the story, if Heeseung never decided it would be a good idea to make Jake question his whole existence back when he was 16, Jake wouldn’t be in this situation.

And that certain situation being him about to ask you, his best friend of many years, to take his virginity. 

‘’Earth to Jake,’’ Your hand waving in front of his eyes snapped him out of his thoughts, slightly jumping in surprise by your sudden action. Jake looked up at you, a chuckle trailing off your lips as you plopped down beside him. ‘’What’s on your mind?’’

He had known you almost his whole life, you had been the one to force him into kissing that one girl at the playground back in middle school after all; no matter how much he whined and refused you were the one who pushed him in front of the swings and cheered him on as he shyly pecked the other girl's lips. You had also been the one to comfort him after the girl ran off, crying about how she didn’t even want to kiss him in the first place; a moment that probably severely bruised Jake's ego for the rest of his life.

He had never even thought of you as anything other than his best friend, the thought of having sex with you never even crossed his mind before. The thought made him cringe, his stomach turning inside out at the thought of ever seeing you naked, almost gagging that one time his dear friend talked about how cute you were and he most definitely would take the opportunity if ever given to him.

And at 19 years old, Jake once again blamed Heeseung for his misery. If Heeseung had never said those words, the thought would never have crossed his mind and he wouldn’t be sitting in your bed rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans. But thanks to Heeseung and his inability to keep his thoughts to himself, Jake came to the realization that you were probably his best bet at losing his virginity at this point.

But how on earth was he supposed to tell you that without embarrassing himself, possibly scaring your friendship for life? Jake just frowned, shaking his head as he continued to rub his palms against the fabric of his jeans; desperately trying to hide the fact that he was absolutely shitting himself. You cocked an eyebrow, your eyes darting over to his now very obviously sweaty hands. ‘’Is there anything wrong, Jake?’’

‘’No,’’ Yes, there was something very, very wrong. ‘’I mean, not really. I don’t want to talk about it.’’ He wasn’t lying, Jake most certainly did not want to talk about what was on his mind. You, on the other hand, were obvious to the fact that your friend was very obviously distressed about something and wasn’t going to let it slide that easily. ‘’C’mon, you can tell me anything.’’

Hey, Y/N, wanna take my virginity? No, he simply could not tell you everything. Jake glared at you for a moment, a sigh escaping his lips as he realized you weren’t going to give up until he actually told you what was on his mind. He threw his head back in annoyance, staring at the ceiling as he accepted his fate. He was going to make an absolute fool out of himself, but at least it was with you, the one person who would never make fun of him, right? ‘’Promise me you won't make fun of me?’’ He mumbled, refusing to look at you as he mentally prepared himself for embarrassment. You only nodded in response, furrowing both your eyebrows; growing slightly worried by your friend's behavior. ‘’You’re acting like something horrible happened, what's up?’’ You asked, your eyes glued to the boy sitting beside you.

Well, something horrible did happen. At least in Jake’s world, this was the most horrifying thing that could possibly ever happen. Jake kept his eyes glued to the ceiling, taking a deep breath before squeezing his eyes shut. ‘’Can you take my virginity?’’

Complete silence fell over the room. Jake kept his eyes shut, too scared to ever open them again; the silence only made him feel even more anxious. At this point, Jake wasn’t even breathing, regretting all his life choices leading up to this very moment, wanting to sink through the ground and simply disappear. It wasn’t until he suddenly heard a loud snort coming from beside him he dared opened his eyes, snapping his head towards you.

The sight in front of him only made him want to disappear from the face of the earth even more. You had one of your hands placed over your mouth, trying your best to suppress your laughter but failed miserably, breaking out into laughter. Jake just stared at you, a frown on his face. ‘’I said don’t make fun of me!’’ Jake groaned, burying his face in both his hands in an attempt to hide his red cheeks as you continued laughing. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ You laughed, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks at this point as you tried controlling your laughter.

‘’Fuck off,’’ Jake mumbled into his hands, his ears turning red from embarrassment. ‘’Just forget I ever said anything.’’ He continued as you wiped the tears that had spilled down your cheeks away, small chuckles still leaving your lips. Another silence fell over the room, the only noise being heard was Jake’s breathing into his hands as he thought about how he was supposed to ever recover from the amount of embarrassment he had just experienced. 

‘’I mean, why not?’’ Your voice suddenly broke the silence, causing Jake to peek through his fingers; his eyes landing on you. ‘’What?’’ He let out, his eyebrows slightly furrowed together as he kept his eyes glued on you. You shrugged in response, looking over at the boy. ‘’You’re my best friend after all, so I don’t see why I wouldn’t help you out.’’

Jake took his hands off his face, his eyes wide as he stared at you in shock.  Now that you had said yes, he had no idea what to do or how to act. He had fully prepared himself for you saying no, but yes? He hadn’t even considered the fact that you might’ve said yes. ‘’What?’’ He stuttered, causing another chuckle to trail off your lips. ‘’Why are you acting so surprised? You were the one who asked me stupid,’’ You chuckled, Jake's lips parting in surprise. ‘’I mean, I know, but I just,’’ He mumbled, stumbling over his own words as he spoke. ‘’I just didn’t expect you to say yes, alright?’’ He let out, trying to figure out if you were just playing with him or if you were actually being serious.

But by the way you simply just shrugged and by the lack of a playful look on your face, he realized you were actually serious. Oh god, you were actually serious about taking his virginity. ‘’Are you actually serious?’’ He asked once more, letting his hands fall into his lap as he continued looking for any signs that indicated that you were in fact playing a prank on him. You nodded in response, a small smile forming on your lips. ‘’I think it’s better you lose it with me so you don’t have to embarrass yourself when you actually hook up with someone.’’

Jake parted his lips, getting ready to defend himself but quickly realized there was no point in arguing; because you were right. He had no clue how to possibly make his first time enjoyable for the other person, hell, he didn’t even know how to make it enjoyable for himself. He was completely clueless, except for all the things his friends told him and the things he had seen in porn, and the things he had pictured in his mind of course; but he knew the things he pictured in his mind were way different from the real thing.

Maybe losing his virginity to you wasn’t as bad after all. Unlike him, you weren’t a virgin and Jake could guarantee you knew way more than he did; plus you were one of his best friends, so what could possibly go wrong? ‘’So, like, when do we do it?’’ Jake stuttered, looking over at you once again. Another chuckle emerged from your throat, moving closer to the boy sitting beside you; Jake's eyes following your every move. ‘’Jake, it’s not an appointment, we don’t need to set a date you know,’’ You joked, but Jake only stared at you with wide eyes.

As you moved closer and Jake could now feel your thigh touching his, he came to the realization that losing his virginity to you was in fact a very bad idea. He had been close to you many times before, it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to get psychical with each other. Holding hands, hugging, and even cuddling while watching a scary movie; it usually wasn’t weird at all. But as your thigh touched his, while talking about you taking his virginity, it felt extremely weird. It felt more than just weird, it felt horrifying. ‘’But how am I supposed to know when if we don’t plan it?’’ He let out, his eyes glued to your thigh; becoming acutely conscious of the fact that you only kept moving closer.

‘’Jake?’’ You let out, causing him to look up at you; his eyes still wide as he noticed how incredibly close your face now was to his. ‘’Yeah?’’ He breathed, not knowing where to look without his eyes landing on your glossy lips. ‘’Can I kiss you?’’

At that moment, he fully panicked and he was sure it showed by the way his whole body froze; he had never been asked that question before and he certainly did not expect you to be the first person ever to ask him that. He stared at you, your eyes darting between his eyes and lips, waiting for his response. Jake placed his bottom lip between his teeth, nervously nibbling on it; he had gone way too far to say no. ‘’Yes.’’

Before he could even prepare himself, he felt your lips press against his. As he felt your lips press against his own, he suddenly regretted everything. He regretted ever even bringing up the topic, he regretted ever even considering it; why the hell would he ever even want to lose his virginity to his best friend? ‘’Relax, okay?’’ You suddenly murmured, causing Jake to snap back to reality; realizing he hadn’t even kissed you back. Fuck it, if he was actually going to lose his virginity, he might aswell make the most of it.

So he nodded, closing his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours once again. Your lips felt soft against his, your strawberry lipgloss transferring onto his own; feeling himself slightly relax as you placed one of your hands on the nape of his neck. The kiss was soft and as much as Jake hated to admit it, he was actually enjoying it. With his eyes closed, he didn’t have to face reality; that it was, in fact, his best friend he was kissing.

That was until he felt you shift beside him, your lips still attached to his; suddenly feeling your weight being placed on top of him. He quickly opened his eyes only to see you sitting on top of him, straddling his lap. You must’ve noticed the way he immediately tensed up again, his eyes scanning your figure as a chuckle left your lips. ‘’Don’t think too much about it, okay?’’ You let out, placing your hands on the back of his neck; your eyes meeting.

How was he supposed to not think too much? It wasn’t like it was the first time you sat on his lap like this, but this time was different; this time was very very different compared to your usual play fights where you sometimes ended up on his lap. Jake doesn’t remember you kissing him in those playfights, but that was exactly what was happening right now. He only nodded in response, gulping as you leaned down, pressing your lips against his once again.

Jake once again fluttered his eyes close, trying to focus on your lips moving against his instead of the fact that you were straddling his lap; accidentally grinding against this crotch every now and then. He suddenly felt you grab both his hands, placing them on your hips before returning your hands to the back of his neck. Jake quickly caught on as he slipped his hands under your shirt, your warm skin greeting his cold hands. You hummed in response, causing Jake to relax further into the kiss as he realized he had done something right by slipping his hands under your shirt.

The deeper the kiss got, the more Jake started to believe that maybe this wasn’t as bad of an idea as he had originally thought. The taste of your strawberry lipgloss was now slowly making him want more, his tongue slipping into your mouth; the small moan leaving your lips taking him by surprise. He felt a small smirk forming on his lips as he ran his hands up and down your sides, feeling you slightly tug at his hair; the kiss getting more and more desperate.

‘’You’re not a bad kisser you know,’’ You mumbled into the kiss, causing a shade of red to spread across Jake's cheeks; keeping his lips attached to yours in an attempt to hide his now red cheeks. His hands slowly made their way down your sides, creeping closer and closer to your ass before gently grabbing it; a groan leaving his throat. As he kneaded your ass through your pants, he couldn’t help but press his crotch against your clothed core; now getting slightly impatient. But as your lips left his and your eyes met, he suddenly became nervous; had he done something wrong? Was he moving too fast?

‘’Do you want to take my shirt off?’’ Your words made his now semi-hard cock twitch, beginning for any type of attention as he quickly nodded in relief. You smiled at him as you guided his hands towards the hem of your shirt, watching as he slowly pulled your shirt over your head; revealing your chest. He stared at your chest with wide eyes, the only thing hiding your breasts being your bra; trying his best not to let out a groan. ‘’You can take it off.’’ You let out, causing Jake’s hands to immediately start fiddling with the clasps at the back of your bra.

After a few moments of Jake struggling, insisting that he could do it; your bra slowly slid off your body. Jake couldn’t help but stare at your bare chest, his cock growing harder at the sight of your hard nipples. He had seen you in bikinis multiple times, but something felt different this time; he simply couldn’t tear his eyes off you. ‘’Can I touch them?’’ He managed to get out, his eyes meeting yours. ‘’You don’t have to ask Jake, do whatever you feel comfortable doing.’’ You let out softly, causing Jake to immediately place one of his hands on top of one of your breasts; attaching his lips to one of your nipples.

A loud gasp left your mouth as he swirled his tongue around your hard nipple, his other hand finding its way to your other breast. It was no secret that Jake knew how to use his tongue even though he had never actually done it judging by the way he constantly had his tongue out, you’d be lying if you said you hadn't thought about him and his tongue at least once. But his tongue playing with your nipple while his other hand pinched and massaged your other breast felt way better than you could’ve ever imagined, throwing your head back as a whimper left your lips.

That whimper went straight to Jake's now hard cock, feeling it twitch against one of your thighs. He kept his lips attached to your nipple, his other hand massaging your other boob as he looked up at you. The sight in front of him made him feel like he was about to cum right there and then, feeling the precum leaking from his tip stick to the fabric of his now very tight boxers. You slowly started rocking your hips against this hard-on, a groan leaving his throat as he pressed rough kisses all over your chest, his hands still playing with your nipples.

You quickly brought your hand to his hair, pulling him into another kiss; this time a much rougher kiss. It was extremely messy and needy, his fingers digging into the skin of your sides as he desperately dragged your lower body against this crotch; desperate for any type of friction. ‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You mumbled into the kiss, causing Jake to pull away.

Now, normally Jake would’ve screamed yes. Getting head was on top of his list, all his friends talked about receiving head like it was the best thing ever; even better than actually fucking. But right there and then, Jake wanted nothing more than to feel you around him, causing him to shake his head. ‘’I want to fuck you Y/N,’’ He breathed, still lightly guiding your lower body back and forth. ‘’Please?’’ He let out, his eyes meeting yours. You only replied by smashing your lips against his once again, pulling him down so he was now hovering above you.

You quickly undid his belt, your lips still attached; hungrily moving against one another before he pulled away; only to pull his shirt over his head, his full upper body on display. You stared at him for a moment, admiring his body before his lips met yours once again. He helped you pull his pants down completely, your hand coming in contact with the outline of his fully hard cock; a gasp leaving your lips. Jake couldn’t help but let out a groan as your hand finally wrapped around the outline of his cock, dipping his head between the space where your neck and shoulder meet.

With your hand wrapped around his cock, he realized why his friends claimed they’d never jerk off ever again. Your hand felt completely different compared to his right hand, a feeling he wanted to experience again and again; never wanting his own right hand to come near his cock ever again. He immediately began fiddling with the button of your pants, not wanting to wait any longer; afraid he’d cum right there and then if he didnät get to fuck you within the next 30 seconds. Your hand left his cock, a whine almost leaving his throat as you helped him get your own pants off; one of his hands finding its way down your underwear the second your pants slid down your legs.

‘’Fuck,’’ He mumbled into the pillow as he felt the sticky fabric against his fingers, hooking one of his fingers under your underwear before slowly sliding them down your legs. He propped himself up using one of his arms, looking down at your glistening core; another groan leaving his lips. ‘’Can you please fuck me now?’’ Your whine made him look up at you, his eyes wide; filled with anticipation. 

You looked beautiful. Jake always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you laying underneath him with lust-filled eyes, you looked ten times more beautiful to him. He only nodded in response as he pulled his underwear down, his cock hitting his abdomen; his tip red and leaking precum, still begging for attention. ‘’Do you have condoms?’’ You asked, your eyes meeting his; realizing you probably don’t have any laying around. A small smile formed on his lips as he grabbed his pants, searching through his pockets. ‘’Of course I do, you never know when you might lose your virginity.’’ He smiled as he pulled out a condom, causing you to roll your eyes as he ripped the package open.

Jake suddenly became nervous as he lined his cock against your entrance, his eyes meeting yours once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a small smile; noticing the worry in his eyes. ‘’Take your time, okay? Do what feels good for you,’’ You reassured him, causing Jake to nod in reply once again; rubbing his tip against your entrance, collecting your arousal.

The second Jake pushed his tip inside of you, he realized what his friends had been talking about all this time. He let out a deep breath as he felt your wet walls clench around him, burying his head in the pillow beside you once again as he tried keeping himself together. The feeling of your tight walls pulsating around him felt nothing like he had imagined, he felt so much better; way better than your hand had felt. A small moan left your lips as he pushed his cock all the way in, grabbing onto his shoulders as you parted your lips. ‘’You’re so big,’’ You whimpered into his ear, causing Jake to let out a groan. ‘’I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,’’ He mumbled, pressing a small kiss onto your neck.

After staying still for a minute, getting used to the feeling and collecting himself, he slowly began pulling out. Your walls dragging along his hard cock, coating him in your arousal felt like nothing he had ever experienced before; his friend's endless bragging suddenly making so much sense. He thrusted into you once again, another moan leaving your lips; causing Jake to repeat his actions.

His thrusts were awkward at first, trying to figure a pace that worked for him without him immediately being close to his release; but soon enough, he found a pace that worked for him and it certainly seemed to be working for you as well. ‘’Fuck, Jake,’’ You moaned, throwing your head onto the pillow beside you as he kept thrusting into you, grunts leaving his lips, his lips occasionally pressing wet kisses against the skin of your shoulder. ‘’Feels so good,’’ He grunted against your skin, his thrusts becoming even harsher. ‘’You’re gonna make me cum Jake,’’ You whimpered, the familiar feeling of warmth building up inside of your stomach.

Your words only made Jake thrust into you harder, causing even louder moans to leave your lips as his speed increased. You could tell he was close to his release as well by the way his thrusts were becoming sloppier, grunts spilling from his lips. ‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ He suddenly let out, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you wrapped your legs around him. ‘’Cum for me,’’ You mumbled into his ear, a final groan leaving his lips as he spilled his seed into the condom wrapped around his cock. You quickly came undone after him, loud moans leaving your throat as he continued sloppily thrusting into you; letting you ride out your orgasm.

Heavy breathing filled the room as he rolled over, collapsing next to you; sweat dripping down his forehead. You turned around, looking over at the exhausted boy beside you; pieces of hair sticking to his forehead. He looked over at you, a small smile forming on his lips. You pulled your hand through his hair, pushing the pieces of hair that had fallen onto his forehead away; a small forming on your lips as well. ‘’Did I do well?’’ He let out after a moment, still panting, not taking his eyes off you. You nodded in response, moving closer to him. ‘’You did really well.’’ You mumbled as you placed your head on his chest, feeling one of his arms wrap around your waist. ‘’I guess I’m no longer a virgin,’’ He chuckled, causing you to chuckle as well. ‘’Not even a thank you?’’ You let out, your eyes meeting his.

‘’You’re the best, thank you.’’ He smiled, a small smile forming on your lips; wrapping an arm around his torso. ‘’I’m your best friend after all.’’

‘’Maybe you can give me head next time, since you’re my best friend?’’