#jh blurb

[puck-luck]

Can you do Jack Hughes clubs and 12

warnings: LOTS of over the clothes stuff, bj, dry humping, comparison of sexual desires to intrusive thoughts (because i could think of no other comparison and that's how it felt to come up with this idea: specifically reader... starts to fuck herself on jack's tip while his boxers are still on), praise, sub!frat!jack, result of a bet, ongoing unlabeled relationship core

wc: 1,146

The bet goes like this: “Whoever gets a better grade on the final gets to handcuff the loser to the bed and do whatever they want (within reason).”

A stakes were completely fair. You and Jack had studied together, you’d gone over every bit of homework together, you’d done almost every project together– except for the one that had made Jack all jealous and finally admit that he wanted to hook up exclusively. Since you had prepared for the exam together, everything was left up to fate. Whoever got the better grade truly deserved it.

You’d opened your computers together to check grades when one of your other friends in the class texted and said they were in. Jack had looked at his grade and grinned, feeling confident. Little did he know, you felt more confident. 

“90,” Jack said.

You smiled wide and leaned in close. “93.”

That’s how you got here. That’s how Jack ended up handcuffed on his own bed, clad only in his loose boxers, which do nothing to hide how hard you’ve rendered him. 

You’re leaving open-mouthed kisses on his clothed cock, determined to make the front of his boxers entirely wet before you free him and get his dick inside of you. You want to tease him, dangling his favorite things right in front of him– his favorite things being your mouth and your cunt. It’s just an additional shame that Jack’s hands are tied, so he can’t touch your tits.

You’re on stage one, licking his member and getting spit all over him. Jack’s moaning whenever you suck the skin of his shaft, the vibrations from your mouth traveling through his clothes and causing them to rub against his skin. 

You get Jack whining before you move onto stage two.

“So desperate, baby,” you tease as you unclasp your bra and free your tits. You hook your fingers in the band of your panties and push them down. “Does it turn you on? To be tied up like this? To be the boy that I fuck to get myself off?”

Jack’s eyes are dark, tracing your every move. 

You prompt him again. “Does it?”

He starts to nod. “Yeah,” he says. His eyes dart across your features and across the expanse of your, now naked, body. “So much. I want you so bad.”

A grin creeps across your face. “Good boy,” you praise lowly, crawling up Jack’s body and giving him a kiss before you sit back on his hard-on. Those two words have made their way into your everyday vernacular ever since Jack needed comforting that one day not too long ago– you never want him to forget how good he is. 

Once you make contact with his member, Jack pushes his hips up. He grinds his cock against you by accident, his tip brushing against your wet hole and making you jolt. 

“Behave,” you scold, placing your palm flat on his stomach and narrowing your eyes at him. “This is about what I want to do, Jack.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes. His bottom lip looks a little more red and a little plumper than usual. He must have been biting it while you drooled all over his length.

You grind down on his bulge, situating his cock so that it runs parallel with your slit. You’re able to make contact with every part of him, feeling the ridge of his tip under your clit and the vein of his shaft– it could just be the seam of his boxers– against your entrance. A shaky gasp leaves your mouth as you roll your hips, alternating between quick and slow passes. You’re teasing yourself, just like you’re teasing Jack, but you’re not ashamed about the whimpers and moans that are falling from your lips.

Jack, however, seems to be trying to keep his own noises under wraps. He doesn’t seem to want to reveal just how affected he is by your touch and your sounds. His fingers are wrapped around the chain of the handcuffs, knuckles turning white as he stares up at you. His cheeks have turned red and you know that he’s close to breaking– close to begging for more.

Which means that it’s time to move to phase three– you’ll remove his boxers and keep his cock in the same spot, parallel with your pussy, and continue to grind against his bare skin until he’s seconds from shooting off.

You rise up on your knees, hovering above Jack’s lap. You can’t help but tease him a little more: “Do you want to take these off, or should I do it for you?” You ask, blinking at Jack with doe eyes. Then, you laugh and tap your head. “Oh, gosh, I’m such a ditz. I totally forgot you’re all tied up. Sorry, J.”

Jack’s hips buck up again at the mention of his bondage– an involuntary response that you file away for later. Again, his tip brushes your entrance, and your lips part at the contact. You look down at his boxers, which are completely messy with your slick and spit. There’s also a pearly bead of precum leaking from Jack’s tip, soaking through the fabric.

You’re not sure where the idea comes from. It seems to appear out of nowhere, filling your mind like an intrusive thought. You swallow, throat tight, then lower yourself down to resume your grinding against his member.

“Or should I take them off at all,” you say, voice feeling far away. You know you’re talking quietly and carefully, not sure if what you’re thinking is– too far. You reach behind yourself and hold the base of Jack’s cock, causing it to stand away from his body. 

Jack’s eyes are flying between your eyes and your lips, breaths falling from his lips in uneven pants. The blues are turning a bit glassy, but they’re rapt on you. 

You start to trace his tip across your slit, teasing yourself. “I wonder what it would feel like if…” You trail off, your own eyes leaving Jack’s and finding his lips. You lean back against his tip, feeling it breach your hole slightly. The fabric is so wet that you barely feel a difference. “Does it feel different?” You ask, breath hitching. “Fuck, J, I want to– just the tip. Just to see what it feels like. Then I’ll–”

“Take the handcuffs off,” Jack chokes out. His eyes are wild. “Y/N, take ‘em off. I’m going to fucking come inside you through my fucking boxers and I am not doing that without getting my hands on you–”

You cut off his rambling by shoving your hand under the pillow to the right of his head and feeling around for the key. He’s– he’s actually going to let you try it– the least you can do is take off the handcuffs and let him touch you, too.

[hd-junglebook]

It's Always Been You

Part 3

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Word Count - 4,855

A:N this isn't exactly what I pictured for this chapter, but it goes into more detail about their feelings. Which idk about you, but I have been dying to figure out.

Y/N stepped out of the apartment building, the cold night air whipping at her face and stinging her tear-stained cheeks. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to compose herself as she made her way down the sidewalk, her heels clicking against the pavement.

As she approached the curb, she saw a sleek grey Mercedes parked along the street, its engine idling softly. The driver's side door opened, and a tall, handsome man stepped out, a concerned expression on his face as he hurried to greet her.

"Hi," he said, his voice warm and slightly hesitant. "Are you alright? I got scared you were gonna ditch me out here."

Y/N forced a laugh, the sound hollow and brittle to her own ears. She felt a pang of guilt at the concern in his voice. If only he knew how close she had come to canceling.

How the thought of walking back into that apartment and facing Jack again made her stomach churn with a sickening mixture of heartbreak and humiliation.

She swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over once again.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it, couldn't bear the thought of spending another night alone in her room, crying herself to sleep over a man who would never love her the way she wanted him to.

So instead, she pasted on a smile, straightening her shoulders with false bravado, hoping that the dim streetlights would hide the redness of her eyes and the tremor in her hands.

"No, no, I wouldn't do that," she said, her voice falsely bright. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit.

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting. I just had a little trouble finding my keys." The lie tasted bitter on her tongue.

Liam studied her face for a moment, his blue eyes searching hers. His brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure? You look upset." He reached out tentatively, his fingertips grazing her arm in a comforting gesture.

Y/n hesitated, chewing on her lower lip as she debated whether to tell him the truth. She had only matched with Liam a while ago, and the last thing she wanted was to burden him with her problems.

But there was something about his gentle, caring demeanor that made her feel safe and understood. She met his gaze, seeing only kindness and warmth reflected back at her.

"It's nothing," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She averted her gaze, focusing on a crack in the sidewalk. "Me and my roommate just had a disagreement. Happens all the time." The words felt flimsy, a poor attempt to downplay the depth of her pain.

Liam's expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand in his. His touch was warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the icy cold that surrounded them.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I hope tonight makes you feel better." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing gesture.

Y/N nodded, blinking back fresh tears. She drew in a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "I'm sure it will Liam." She managed a small, grateful smile, hoping it reached her eyes.

The man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he held out his hand to her. "No worries," he said, his voice warm and reassuring.

"I'm just glad you're here. I've been looking forward to this all week." His excitement was palpable, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/N felt a flicker of warmth in her chest at his words, a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, this night wouldn't be a complete disaster.

She hesitated for a brief moment before placing her hand in his, letting him help her into the car, the leather seats cool and smooth against her bare legs. The simple chivalrous gesture made her feel cared for, a welcome change from the emptiness that had consumed her.

As they climbed into the warmth of the Mercedes, Y/N felt a flicker of something she hadn't felt in a long time: hope. Maybe, just maybe, Liam could help her forget about Jack, even for a little while.

She glanced over at him as he settled into the driver's seat, admiring the strong line of his jaw and the way his hands gripped the steering wheel with easy confidence.

they drove away from the curb, Y/N leaned her head back against the headrest, her eyes drifting closed as she tried to block out the memory of Jack's words, the look of pity and regret on his face as he shattered her heart into a million tiny pieces. She forced herself to take deep, even breaths, focusing on the present moment and the possibility of a fresh start.

.…

Jacks POV

Jack stormed back into the apartment, slamming the door behind him with a force that rattled the walls. His heart heart throbbed violently, a nauseating mixture of anger, jealousy, and regret churning in his stomach as he replayed the conversation with Y/N over and over again in his mind.

He paced the length of the living room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he tried to calm the rage that threatened to consume him. The apartment felt too small, too cramped, the walls closing in on him as he struggled to breathe past the lump in his throat.

Everywhere he looked, he saw reminders of Y/N - the soft grey blanket she always curled up with on movie nights, the stack of her favorite books on the coffee table, the framed picture of the two of them at graduation, their arms around each other and their smiles wide and carefree.

He picked up the picture and stared at it for a long moment, his heart aching. He couldn't believe that everything was over. They had been together for so long, he couldn't imagine his life without her. He threw the picture across the room, where it shattered against the wall.

He sank down on the couch, his head in his hands.

With a growl of frustration, Jack snatched up his phone, his fingers shaking as he opened the tracking app and searched for Y/N's location. He knew it was wrong, knew that he had no right to invade her privacy like this, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to know where she was, needed to know that she was safe.

The app showed her moving through the city, the little red dot that represented her weaving through the streets at a steady pace. Jack watched it for a long moment, his heart clenching with every passing second, before he finally tore his eyes away, disgusted with himself.

He stalked into the kitchen, his mind racing as he tried to think of something, anything, to distract himself from the pain that threatened to tear him apart.

His eyes fell on the recipe box that Y/N had brought with her when she moved in, the faded index cards inside filled with her grandmother's handwriting and the smells of childhood memories.

Before he knew what he was doing, Jack pulled the box open and flipped through the cards, his fingers tracing the loops and whorls of each letter.

He stopped at a card that had 'Grandma's Best Chocolate Chip Cookies' written in large, loopy letters. It was Y/N's favorite recipe, the one she always used to make when she was feeling down or just wanted to fill the house with the scent of home.

Jack was pulling out ingredients, his hands moving on autopilot as he measured and mixed and stirred, his movements slow and deliberate. He measured the flour and sugar, added the butter and eggs, and then stirred in the chocolate chips.

The smell of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air, the warm, comforting scent of Y/N's favorite cookies wrapping around him like a hug.

Jack took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. He could do this. He could make these cookies, and maybe, just maybe, it would help him to feel a little bit closer to Y/N.

But even as he worked, his mind wouldn't let him rest. He kept seeing the look on Y/N's face as he told her he didn't feel the same way, the way her eyes had filled with tears and her lips had trembled with the effort of holding back a sob.

He kept hearing the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she walked away from him, the finality of it like a knife to the heart.

The cookies came out of the oven, golden brown and perfect, but Jack barely noticed. He was too busy pacing the length of the kitchen, his phone clutched in his hand as he checked Y/N's location over and over again, watching as the little red dot moved further and further away from him.

The hours ticked by, the night deepening outside the windows as Jack lost himself in his thoughts. The apartment was a mess, the kitchen counter covered in flour and sugar and dirty mixing bowls, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

All he could think about was Y/N, and the way he had ruined everything with his cowardice and his fear.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Jack collapsed onto the couch, his body exhausted and his heart heavy with the weight of his mistakes.

He closed his eyes, the image of Y/N's tear-stained face burned into his mind like a brand, a reminder of everything he had lost and everything he had thrown away.

Jack knew that he had no one to blame but himself, knew that he had let his own insecurities and doubts get in the way of something that could have been beautiful.

And now, as he lay there in the silence of the empty apartment, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon still lingering in the air, he couldn't help but wonder if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

…

Jack stood at the edge of the rink, his eyes glued to his phone as he refreshed Y/N's location for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Three days had passed since their argument, three days since she had walked out of the apartment and out of his life, and he still hadn't heard a word from her.

He had texted her countless times, his messages ranging from frantic apologies to desperate pleas for her to come home. But every time, he was met with silence, the little blue checkmarks next to his messages taunting him with their unresponsiveness.

The sound of skates scraping against the ice jolted him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Nico gliding towards him, a concerned expression on his face. Jack quickly shoved his phone into his pocket, hoping that his teammate hadn't noticed the way his hands were shaking.

"What's wrong with you, Jack?" Nico asked, his thick Swiss accent making the words sound even more blunt than they already were. "Did you break up with your girlfriend again?"

Jack flinched at the question, his heart clenching painfully in his chest. If only it were that simple, he thought bitterly. If only he had a girlfriend to break up with, instead of a best friend he had driven away with his own stupidity and cowardice.

"No," he said, his voice rough and hoarse from lack of sleep. "It's not that. It's... it's Y/N."

Nico's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his eyes widening as he took in the dark circles beneath Jack's eyes and the gauntness of his cheeks. "Y/N?" he repeated, his voice laced with confusion. "What happened with Y/N?"

Jack sighed, his shoulders slumping as he ran a hand through his hair. He hadn't told anyone about the argument, hadn't wanted to admit to the world how badly he had screwed things up.

But standing there on the ice, with Nico looking at him with such concern and understanding, he felt the words spilling out of him before he could stop them.

"I messed up," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I told her I didn't feel the same way about her, and now she's gone. She hasn't come home in three days, and she won't answer any of my texts or calls. I don't know what to do."

“You idiot,” he said, but his voice lacked any real malice. “Why would you say something like that to her? You know how much she cares about you.”

“I know,” Jack said miserably. “I just... I panicked. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to hurt her. But I guess I did anyway.”

Nico was silent for a moment, his eyes searching Jack's face as if he were trying to read the truth behind his words. Finally, he spoke, his voice gentle but firm.

"Jack," he said, his hand coming up to rest on his teammate's shoulder. "I know you care about Y/N, but you can't keep doing this to yourself. You need to give her space, need to let her come to you when she's ready."

Jack shook his head, his eyes stinging with the threat of tears. "I can't," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't lose her, Nico. She's my best friend, the most important person in my life. I don't know how to be without her."

Nico sighed, his eyes softening with sympathy. "I know," he said, his voice almost tender. "But you can't force her to forgive you, Jack. You have to let her come to that decision on her own. And in the meantime, you need to focus on taking care of yourself. You're no good to anyone if you're running yourself into the ground like this."

Jack knew that Nico was right, knew that he couldn't keep going on like this. But the thought of letting go, of giving up on the one person who meant everything to him, made his chest ache with a pain that felt almost physical.

"I don't know if I can do that," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat. "I don't know if I'm strong enough."

Nico smiled, his hand squeezing Jack's shoulder in a gesture of comfort and support. "You are," he said, his voice filled with quiet confidence.

"You're one of the strongest people I know, Jack. And you're not alone in this. Your team is here for you, and we'll support you every step of the way."

Jack felt a rush of gratitude at his teammate's words, a tiny flicker of hope sparking to life in his chest. He knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, that there would be days when the pain would feel like too much to bear.

But with his friends by his side, and the memory of Y/N's smile to guide him, he knew that he could find his way back to the light, no matter how dark the path might seem.

"Thanks, Nico," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Nico grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Probably drive yourself crazy," he said, his tone teasing. "But that's what friends are for, right?"

Jack laughed, the sound weak and watery, but genuine, nonetheless. And as he stepped back onto the ice, his skates cutting through the smooth surface with a newfound sense of purpose.

…

y/n’s POV

Y/N sat on Liam's couch, her phone clutched in her hand as she scrolled mindlessly through her social media feeds. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the shower running in the bathroom. She tried to focus on the pictures and posts flashing across her screen, but her mind kept drifting back to the one person she was trying so hard to forget.

Jack.

The name echoed in her mind like a heartbeat, a constant reminder of the pain and heartbreak she had left behind. It had been three days since she had walked out of their apartment, three days since she had last seen his face or heard his voice.

And yet, he was still there, lurking in the corners of her mind like a ghost she couldn't shake.

She knew that she was just using Liam as a distraction, a way to numb the ache in her chest and forget about the hole in her heart. But he was a good one, always there with a smile and a joke whenever she needed it most.

Whenever she found herself slipping back into thoughts of Jack, Liam would appear at her side, his presence a comforting reminder that she wasn't alone.

Y/N sighed, her fingers hovering over her phone screen as she debated whether to check Jack's social media. She knew it was a bad idea, knew that seeing his face would only make the pain worse. But a part of her couldn't help but wonder what he was doing, couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, he was thinking of her too.

Before she could give in to the temptation, the sound of Liam's voice broke through her thoughts.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower, Y/N," he called out, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he grabbed some clothes from his bedroom.

Y/N looked up from her phone, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Okay, don't take too long," she called back, her voice light and teasing.

She heard the bathroom door click shut, and then the sound of the shower turning on, the water pattering against the tiles in a steady rhythm. Y/N leaned back against the couch cushions, her eyes drifting closed as she tried to push away the thoughts of Jack that still lingered in her mind.

But even as she sat there, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of Liam's apartment, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. The ache in her chest was still there, a constant reminder of the love she had lost and the friendship she had left behind.

Jack's absence left a void that no amount of distraction could fill, and Y/n was beginning to realize that she needed to confront her feelings head-on. The sound of running water filled the room, Y/n closed her eyes, steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation with her emotions.

Her phone pinging broke the silence of his living room. "can’t wait to see you! mom and I gonna pick you up from the airport." The text from Luke read.

Y/N's heart sank as she read the text message, the words on the screen a stark reminder of the life she had left behind. In the whirlwind of emotions and distractions of the past few days, she had completely forgotten about their planned weekend trip back to Michigan.

She cursed under her breath, her mind already racing with the logistics of packing and getting to the airport on time. A glance at the clock on the wall told her it was already 10:30, and she knew that Jack would likely be home by now, probably wondering where she was and why she hadn't come back.

With a sigh, Y/N threw her phone into her purse and made her way over to the bathroom door. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the wood as she debated what to say. Finally, she knocked softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.

"Hey Liam," she called out, her tone apologetic. "I totally forgot I have a weekend trip to pack for. I need to head out."

There was a pause, and then the sound of the shower curtain being pulled back. Liam peeked his head out, his hair damp and his skin glistening with water droplets. He had a small smile on his lips, but Y/N could see the disappointment lurking in his eyes.

"Oh, okay," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Do you need a ride? I can take you."

Y/N hesitated, the offer tempting in its simplicity. It would be so easy to let Liam drive her home, to put off the inevitable confrontation with Jack for just a little while longer.

But she knew that she couldn't keep running forever, knew that eventually, she would have to face the music and deal with the consequences of her actions.

"No, that's okay," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I can take a cab. I don't want to put you out."

Liam shook his head, his smile widening. "Don't be silly," he said, his tone light and teasing. "I was just getting out anyway. Let me drive you back home."

Y/N felt a rush of gratitude at his words, a warmth spreading through her chest at the kindness and generosity of his offer. She knew that she was lucky to have him in her life, knew that he would always be there for her, no matter what the future might hold.

"Okay," she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Liam. I really appreciate it."

Liam grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Anything for you, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with a fondness that made her heart ache. "Just give me a minute to get dressed, and we'll be on our way."

Y/N nodded, her throat tight with emotion as she watched him disappear back into the bathroom. She knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult, that there would be moments of doubt and uncertainty.

And as she stood there, waiting for Liam to emerge from the bathroom, she couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope igniting in her chest.

Maybe, just maybe, the journey ahead would lead her back to the place she had always called home, back to the love that had always been waiting for her, just out of reach.

…

The hallway was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the soft glow of the emergency exit sign at the end of the corridor. Her footsteps echoed on the hardwood floor, each step bringing her closer to the door of the apartment she shared with Jack.

Y/N's heart raced as she stepped out of the elevator, the familiar scent of home filling her nostrils.

Liam followed close behind her, his presence a comforting warmth at her back. Y/N could feel the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of her shirt, and for a moment, she allowed herself to lean into him, to draw strength from his solid, steady presence.

But just as they were about to reach the door, Liam's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around Y/N's wrist and pulling her back towards him. She let out a gasp of surprise, her heart leaping into her throat as she spun around to face him.

In the dim light of the hallway, Liam's face was shadowed, his features obscured by the darkness. But Y/N could still see the glint of his eyes, the curve of his lips as he smiled down at her. His breath ghosted across her cheek, warm and slightly sweet, like he had just taken a sip of hot cocoa.

Y/N's heart raced as Liam pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist like a coil of heat. The hallway was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the soft glow of the elevator buttons behind them.

The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarette smoke and the faint aroma of cleaning products, a sharp contrast to the warm, spicy scent of Liam's cologne.

His face was mere inches from hers, his eyes dark and intense in the dim light. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the sound so loud that she was sure he could hear it too.

"I had a great few days with you," Liam murmured, his voice low and husky. His fingers trailed up her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Y/N shivered, her skin tingling with a mixture of anticipation and nerves.

She knew that she should pull away, knew that this was a dangerous game to play. But there was something about the way Liam looked at her, something about the heat in his gaze and the strength of his touch, that made her feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

The world around them seemed to fade away, the sound of the elevator and the hum of the fluorescent lights receding into the background.

All Y/N could focus on was the warmth of Liam's body against hers, the way his fingers tangled in her hair and his breath mingled with her own.

She didn't hear the soft ding of the elevator arriving on their floor, didn't hear the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway. All she could hear was the pounding of her own heart, the rush of blood in her ears as Liam leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above her own.

Her head was spinning, her heart pounding with a mixture of anger, frustration, and desperation. It was time to stop chasing after a dream that would never come true, time to stop pining for a man who would never see her as anything more than a friend.

And in that moment, something inside her snapped. Before she could think twice, Y/N reached up and grabbed Liam's face, pulling him down to her level and crashing her lips against his.

The kiss was hot and hungry, filled with all the pent-up frustration and longing that had been building inside her for so long. Y/N poured everything she had into that kiss, every ounce of emotion and desire and desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, she could find with Liam what she had always wanted with Jack.

But even as Liam's arms wrapped around her waist, even as his tongue tangled with hers and his hands roamed over her body, Y/N knew that it wasn't enough.

The spark that she felt with Jack, the electricity that crackled between them every time they touched, was conspicuously absent.

Kissing Liam was nice, but it didn't set her soul on fire the way Jack's mere presence did.

Finally, Y/N pulled back, her chest heaving and her lips swollen. She looked up at Liam, her eyes searching his face for some sign of the connection she so desperately craved.

But all she saw was a man who cared for her, who wanted to be there for her, but who could never make her feel the way Jack did.

"I'll see you when I get back, Liam," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Three days. And I’ll come home."

Liam's face softened, his hands coming up to cup her cheeks. "Okay, Y/N," he murmured, his voice gentle and understanding. "Don’t forget about me." And so, with a final, shuddering breath, Y/N pulled back from Liam's embrace, her eyes shining with a new determination.

"Y/N?"

Y/N's shoulders tensed, her heart leaping into her throat as she spun around to face the source of the sound. And there, standing at the end of the hallway, his face a mask of shock and hurt, was Jack.

The sight of him hit her like a punch to the gut, the air rushing out of her lungs in a sharp gasp. He looked tired and worn, his hair disheveled and his eyes rimmed with red.

Even in the dim light of the hallway, she could see the pain etched into every line of his face, the betrayal and confusion swirling in his gaze.

"Jack," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

But even as the words left her lips, she knew they were a mistake. She could see the anger flashing in Jack's eyes, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

In that moment, she knew that whatever fragile peace they had managed to maintain over the past few days was about to come crashing down around them.

The hallway suddenly felt too small, the walls closing in on her like a vice. The scent of cigarette smoke and cleaning products was overwhelming, making her head spin and her stomach churn. And still, Jack stood there, his gaze boring into hers like a laser, his presence a physical force that she could feel in every cell of her body.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, to try to explain or apologize or beg for forgiveness. But before she could get a word out she thought back to their fight. The things jack had said to her in this same cover of darkness.

Jack brushed past, his steps leading him into the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him with a resounding thud. Y/N felt like she had been punched in the gut, the air rushing out of her lungs in a sharp gasp.

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Hello! I love your work sm! I was wondering if I could request j.hughes x f1driver!reader? Maybe where their relationship was private and it got exposed or maybe reader is super badass, idk you can take it anyway you want!

Note: it was such a weird thing to mix them.

Jack was half hidden in your garage, the relationship was still private. There were rumors and theories because out of sudden, Jack Hughes was really interested on F1. He had been on the Canadian GP and one of the USA's too. Now, it was the second USA GP of the season and he was more than used to the atmosphere.

This time, he had brought a couple of his teammates. Luke, John and Nico were with him also half hidden from the cameras.

The race was intense and you were dominating. Until George took a turn way too wide and you couldn't avoid hitting him. Jack had loudly gasped when he saw your car hitting the barriers and then spin. But luckily, it stopped before things got worse.

"Wow, that was..."

Luke patted his shoulder. "She is good, man"

They watched in awe how you pulled your car back in the race, having gone from P5 to P11. You tried to focus on the 15 minutes left in the race to try and at least get in the points. What you didn't know is that during those 15 minutes, pictures of Jack and the guys appeared all over the internet. People started posting more and more, somehow your relationship with Jack was exposed, people had caught you having dinner with him last night and you hadn't even notice.

You could make it to P9 and climbed down your car slightly pissed. You could have finished almost on the podium but no. Russell had gone wide and fucked your race.

You could feel the eyes on you as you walked around the paddock. You hadn't even seen Jack yet. You had only talked to your media assistant and engineer. And she had told you to take deep breaths and not react.

"What does it mean?"

"YN, your relationship was outed during the race"

You gasped.

"What?"

"People started posting pictures of you while you were driving"

"Shit" You ran your hand over your sweaty hair. "Have you seen Jack?" You asked suddenly worried.

"We told them to stay on the hospitality for a bit. We rather have them there for a little bit. Be ready for the questions and please, deep breaths"

You nodded and sipped and your drink.

"Let's go, it's your turn"

"Hi, YN. Unfortunate race"

You nodded.

"Yeah, you can say that."

"Some rumors have been running this last weeks. We know this kind of things can affect mentaly. Has this been the case? Pictures of you and Jack Hughes are filling social media right now. Has this affected your concentration during the race?"

"No. It's illegal to check the phone when you drive" You said deadpan.

Jack snorted a laugh. He loved you so much.

"So... You relationship with Jack didn't affect the way you raced today?"

"I had an amazing quali, a good start and a good race. It was George Russell who affected my race, not my boyfriend. And now, I'd like to hear you ask everyone else about their relationships. Are you going to do that too?"

Your media assistant pinched you, but she was smirking. You were a professional.

"Are you confirming Jack Hughes and you are dating?"

You rolled yours eyes. "Enough questions"

When you arrived to your motor home, Jack was there first to see you.

"Hey..."

You sighed and hugged him. "It's so difficult being a girl in a men dominated sport" You groaned on his chest.

"You are a badass. Queen of sarcastic remarks" He said and kissed your temple. "That's why I love you"

You giggled and looked up at his blue eyes. "Because of my passive aggressive comments and 0 patience?"

"Exactly"

You chuckled and pecked his lips. "I love you too"

He cupped your face and kissed you deeper.

"Guys, your relationship is public now, but your sex life should stay like that" Luke groaned from his place on your sofa.

"Shut up, moosey" you said. "I'm very affected"

Jack chuckled and hugged you tight. "No matter what they said, you raced well. And that George Russell guy..."

You rolled your eyes. "He is not a bad guy, he is a friend. No need to worry"

"He better not push you like that again" He muttered and kissed your nose.

"No need to worry, just think of it as one of your fights."

"We don't fight at 300km/h"He said truly worried.

You sighed and kissed his cheek. "I'm fine, it was just racing"

"They are being disgusting again" John whispered.

"Shut up, Marino."

[goldfades]

🌱 can you do a little blurb about Jack Hughes asking you to move in or like mid-move cuteness? Thanks Ev! Congratulations 🩷🩷

𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤-𝐟𝐢𝐥-𝐚 | jh⁸⁶

♡ ─ word count | 593

♡ ─ warnings | nothing but fluff and mention moving-in stress, jack being a sweetheart!

♡ ─ ev's notes | AAAAA TYSM MY LOVE, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!

"Babe, did you get the Celsius' from Target?" You came into you and Jack's new bedroom. He looked up from his phone and his eyes landed on you before nodding.

"If you're gonna get one, can you get me too? They're in the fridge." Jack asked with a tired smile.

This entire week had been exhausting to say the least. You and Jack had just moved in together in an condo and you were still in the process of settling down. The unpacked boxes, the furniture that needed rearranging, and the constant back-and-forth with utility services had taken a toll on both of you. Despite the exhaustion, there was a sense of excitement in the air as you both entered a new chapter of your lives, together.

You made your way to the kitchen, which was slowly but surely taking shape. Opening the fridge, you found the Celsius' neatly arranged on one of the shelves. Grabbing two, you closed the door and headed back to the bedroom where Jack was still engrossed on his phone.

"Here you go," you said, handing him one of the drinks before collapsing on the bed next to him, letting out a loud sigh.

"Thanks, baby." Jack replied as he chuckled at you, cracking open the can and taking a sip. "Moving is no joke, huh?"

You shook your head with a small but tired chuckled. "Definitely not. But hey, at least we're finally in our own place. It's starting to feel like home."

Jack nodded in agreement, his tired expression softening. "Yeah, it does. I appreciate all your help this week. I couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course," you replied, leaning in to give him a quick peck. "Teamwork makes the dream work, right?"

He smiled, appreciating the sentiment. "Absolutely."

You both sat in comfortable silence as you looked at your new messy room. There was a mix of both your stuff; Jack's hockey equipment on floor and all your clothes on the vanity, it was a perfect little mix of you two. It wasn't just a chaotic blend of belongings; it was a variety of your lives merging into one.

"Can you believe we're finally living together?" Jack mused, breaking the silence.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, smiling. "I love it. Our own little space, together."

Jack's arm wrapped around your shoulders, creating a comforting embrace as you both sat there, surrounded by the remnants of your busy week. The room may have been messy but it was a reflection of the life you were building together.

"It's crazy, isn't it?" Jack continued, his gaze wandering around the room. "I mean, we've talked about this for so long, and now it's actually happening."

You nodded, tracing patterns on his hand with your fingers. "I wouldn't want it any other way. It feels right."

He smiled, his eyes meeting yours. "Agreed. This mess is our mess, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

You smiled warmly up at your boyfriend as you finished your celsius, sighing. You moved to get up but Jack pulled you back into his arms. "Let's take a break for now," he suggested, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We deserve it."

You gladly settled back into Jack's embrace, feeling the warmth of his affection enveloping you. The mess around you seemed less daunting, and the exhaustion of the week faded away as you focused on the present moment.

"We doordashing again or what?" Jack mumbled as you laughed, nodding. "Cus I'm not cooking."

"Chick-fil-a again, then?"

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thank you for reading all the way through, as always ♡

[haetrack]

val 20 she/her ʕ ˃̶Ⱉ˂̶ ʔ

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haechan

fics:

the devil says hi | 8k (smut, slight suspense)

spur of the moment | pt 1 pt 2 | 12.1k (smut)

tread lightly | 17.6k (smut)

study buddies | 5.5k (smut)

pro: love: add | 11.6k (smut)

blurbs:

[08:27] (smut)

[20:52] (smut)

nerd!haechan | pt. 1 pt. 2 | (smut)

haechan hard hours

mark

fics:

self control | ft. jaehyun | 7.8k (smut)

mark hard hours

renjun

blurbs:

[03:23] (smut)

[17:10] (smut)

renjun hard hours

jaemin

fics:

five more minutes | ask | 6.4k (smut)

jaemin hard hours

jaehyun

fics:

self control | ft. mark | 7.8k (smut)

blurbs:

breeding kink (smut)

jaehyun hard hours

[witchwyfe]

the roommate predicament - jhs

↳ mini-series/collection of one-shots and blurbs!

pairing: Jake 'hangman' Seresin x female reader

genre: college au, roommates to lovers au

summary/snippet from the 1st drabble: "Jake your sweet roommate who always helps you when your friends bring you back after too many $1 beers from the bar down the street. Jake who knows just how you take your coffee—iced with soy milk and creamer—and makes it for you whenever you have early classes. Jake who’s planning on going into the Navy right after graduation so why bother with telling him your feelings when you don’t know where either of you will be a year from now."

oneshots & blurbs:

tomorrow, tonight

the fear of losing this

wouldn't it be nice?

not the only one

let me down easy

never be mine

but i'm in so deep

drabbles:

"no, you can stay. I don't mind."

sharing clothes

© witchwyfe 2023. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[star2fishmeg]

I get a lot of love and asks for the inexperienced!reader & inexperienced!hughes so to find them specifically on my blog, search;

lh!inexperienced, jh!inexperienced, qh!inexperienced

Slowly getting through my inbox + fics/celly blurbs while juggling uni, patience is always appreciated and I love everyone who interacts with my posts and 'passes me a puck', I do see/read everything <333

[lecsainz]

NHL

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fluff ಇ | angst ✶ | sad ʚ | sugestive 𑁤

JH 83 ✶ JACK HUGHES

˒ ⌕ headcanons

dating with jack ಇ

˒ ⌕ blurbs

umich dorm: the one in which jack meets you in luke’s dorm and you are a friend with luke’s benefits. ಇ

TZ 11 ✶ TREVOR ZEGRAS

˒ ⌕ fake text

drunk: the one where trevor sends you messages while you’re drunk. ಇ

˒ ⌕ smau

hockey boyfriend: that one where you're jack hughes' twin sister and post about your relationship with trevor on insta. ಇ

[zahri-melitor]

Anyway in my discovery that JH Williams III ALSO drew most of Cameron Chase’s original appearances back in 1998 and was a cowriter on the Chase miniseries (seriously, the 90s were a wild time, a 9 issue mini for a new DEO agent, set up and spun out of Batman 550, an anniversary Batman issue, and today we can’t get 9 issue minis for major longterm characters) has softened me to how he’s written Cameron, even if he still is ignoring the book that formed the second half of her characterisation.

So I paged back to Batman 550 and the Chase series (which for a wonder DCUI has! How is this Chase series accessible but the 2010 Azrael series isn’t???) and discovered the following:-

Batman 550 is an issue I skipped, and if I’d read the blurb for it I would have skipped it anyway because it recounts the entire history of ALL FIVE Clayfaces and the Mud Pack, and I find the Clayface continuum quite dull. If you know anything about the Clayfaces (and honestly I forgive you if you do not, I too would like to return to the day when I vaguely knew of Matt Hagen only), then you will guess correctly that the troublemaker here is Cassius Clay, Clayface V, aka baby Clayface, whose transformation powers means he looks like an adult despite in chronological terms essentially being a toddler. He’s been captured and incarcerated by the DEO, because this is around the same time as Young Justice: The Secret, when the DEO was running a ‘school’ for metahuman kids (incarcerating them and occasionally brainwashing them that they could be useful government agents in the future).

Some mad DEO scientist scoops a sample off Cassius and while studying it in a laboratory the sample escapes, forms into a tiny Clayface and then attacks and conjoins with the scientist, creating Clay-thing. Clay-thing has an even more OP powerset than Cassius does, and Cassius is running crazy clay powers due to being the kid of Clayfaces III and IV. He can melt things from a distance psychically without even having to touch them. This is Bad.

At the end of the issue Cameron Chase discovers she has some hidden metahuman powers herself, which will both obviously be helpful in her work for the DEO (she can basically shut down other metahumans) but also clearly she is about to hide these powers from the DEO. Fantastic!

The art of Batman 550 is fabulously amusing, as 2/3 of the issue is drawn by Kelley Jones in the classic Very Spiky 90s Batman art Jones tends towards. It looks like pretty standard 90s Bat art, Batman has the Long Ears, is what I’m saying. While JH Williams III gets the other 1/3 of the issue, mostly the Cameron pages, and you can see his style notes are already evident, though less over the top than he gets to indulge in later. Every page he does has a background wash/splatter of mud, and there’s some creative panel shaping overlaying the background.

I am now off to read the Chase series, and in the first issue Cameron tries to drive to work in New York City and then shuts down a kid who has pyrokinetic powers, and she hasn’t even met Director Bones yet. I’m excited.

[hamsterclaw]

Hahahah Rei! Hii! Hope you’re doing weeeell, so I saw your repost of the wips and as a enthusiastic of your work I was wondering about The Now! Only if you’d want to share a little🤭 hahaha just as a JHS biased… I could not avoid it

Hey Mar!! I'm doing great, how are you?

OMG thanks for this ask, I cannot wait to share it... here's a little blurb - it's an idol fic where Hobi's an idol and reader his best friend from childhood. He's back in town filming a documentary/making of for his new album.....

Excerpt under the cut.

You’ve closed up the shop and are heading back to the hospital to see your dad when Hoseok stops you by your car. 

‘Hey,’ he says. He sounds out of breath, like he was hurrying. ‘Have you got a moment?’

You’re nervous about what he’s going to say. 

‘Sure, Hobi,’ you tell him. ‘I’ve gotta go see my dad but I have a minute.’

‘The night before last — I wanted to say I’m sorry.’

There’s what looks like regret in his eyes. ‘I shouldn’t have insisted on seeing your place, invited myself in. I --- I feel like I took advantage.’

Your mind is whirling, and you don’t know what to think, but it sounds an awful lot like he thought you sleeping together was a mistake.

The wave of hurt in your chest swells, makes it hard to breathe.

‘You didn’t take advantage,’ you say in a low voice.

I wanted it too.

You don’t say the last part of your sentence out loud but your pride’s flattened, and you’re running on empty from the stress of the last few days.

Hoseok looks upset too. ‘I didn’t mean to but I think I did. That’s not the way I wanted our first meeting after so many years to go.’

‘I didn’t see it as you taking advantage,’ you say. You look at the ground. ‘I should go.’

Hoseok reaches for your arm to stop you. ‘It’s just —- all this. The camera crews, the media —‘

Realisation dawns. 

‘You don’t have to worry about me saying anything to the media,’ you tell him. You take a step back. ‘I should really go.’

‘That’s not what I’m worried about,’ Hoseok says, earnestly. He’s still holding your wrist. 

‘Look, can I drive you to the hospital? I want to visit your dad anyway, and we can talk on the way.’

‘I can drive,’ you say.

‘You look tired,’ Hoseok says, gently. ‘Please let me drive you.’

‘You don’t know the way,’ you protest, as he ushers you into your car, hand curled round the top of the doorframe like he’s worried you’ll bump your head.

‘I can work it out,’ Hoseok says, that familiar steady confidence in his voice.

‘I can just tell you,’ you say, rolling your eyes.

‘You can sleep if you want. I’ll take care of it.’

His words make you flash back to how it was when you were friends.

Hobi’ll take care of it had been a recurring refrain.

Forgot your art folder? 

Hobi’ll take care of it.

Need an extra few players to play 5-a-side?

Hobi’ll take care of it.

You don’t realise you’ve repeated the words out loud until Hoseok laughs.

He’s looking at you in the rearview mirror.

‘Have you eaten?’ he asks.

Your stomach growls, right on cue.

‘I’ll pick up something on the way.’

‘Can we get something for Jungkook and my mom?’ you ask.

‘Of course, Y/N,’ Hoseok says. ‘Let me make a call.’

You glance through your messages as he speaks to Minjun, his assistant.

When he gets off the call, he says, ‘Minjun will meet us at the hospital. I’m sure you want to get there as soon as possible.’

You’re grateful for his kindness.

Hoseok says, ‘About the other night —-‘

‘You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do,’ you say. You reach over, touch his arm. ‘It’s fine, Hobi.’

‘I didn’t want it to be like that,’ Hoseok says.

Again, your heart feels like it’s free falling through your chest.

You hope it’s dark enough that he can’t see you properly.

You want to ask him what he wanted it to be like but again, you can’t bring yourself to say the words.

[puck-luck]

oooh congrats on your 1K! for your celly could i request 26 of hearts with jack hughes ?

warnings: bit of a breeding kink, very rushed (implied that it's round 1 of many), unprotected p in v, bit of a commitment kink too

wc: 465

Jack’s been on an absolute tear since the reception ended and you limo-ed home. You can’t blame him– you’ve been wanting to jump his bones ever since you saw him in his suit. With the way he was dancing with you, you expect he’s been thinking the same thing since he saw you in your dress.

You’d hope so– you bought your wedding dress with the intention of Jack going wild. You also wanted to feel pretty, and you do, but some of that involves Jack thinking you’re pretty. 

“I’m so in love with you,” Jack mutters, his fingers still undoing the final buttons of your dress. “My wife, fuck, I love how that sounds.”

“Doesn’t sound better than calling you my husband,” you say. You’ve already pushed his jacket off and you’re loosening his tie now. 

“In the interest of what’s about to happen, I don’t want to argue with you,” Jack laughs. “We’ll agree to disagree.”

“That’s okay with me,” you agree. You’re mostly agreeing because Jack has unfastened the final button and found your zipper, ready to drag it down and rid you of the fabric. As soon as you’re done, you’re going to hang up this dress and preserve it like it’s in a museum. But, first– Jack. You pull his loosened tie over his head and start to unbutton his pressed white shirt. 

The dress falls to your ankles, pooling. Jack bends at the waist and sweeps an arm under your knees, picking you up bridal style and dropping you on the bed. He falls on top of you, hands roaming your body. 

He leaves his shirt on, unbuttoned, and barely shoving his pants down. He’s in such a hurry to get inside of you that he looks more disheveled than he would if he had fully undressed.

Jack is inside of you and rocking forward in a split second. He’s at 100 from the first moment, groaning and bucking into you like he’s already close. “I’ve been thinking about this for ages,” Jack says. “The first time I get to fuck you as my wife. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Saw you in that dress and felt like I was gonna get hard on the altar, you looked so good.”

You laugh breathlessly. “Our photographer would’ve had to edit that out.”

Jack dips his head and chuckles. “I know,” he drawls. “It would’ve been so embarrassing.”

“I would’ve teased you forever.”

“Cuz we can do that for real now,” Jack says. “Legally. Forever. God, that’s awesome.” He dips his head and kisses you. “Gonna come inside you,” Jack continues. His face breaks into a smile at your wanton moan. “Yeah, you like that? You want me to fill you up? My wife and the mother of my child?”

[lixhive]

2:47 PM • Jung Hoseok

“What do you want jagi?” He asks while looking at you. “Vanilla Bean Frappe,” you answer.

That he was your boyfriend. Jung Hoseok. The sunshine of your life. The hope in your life. Hoseok really is special. You’ve been together for a year and his personality really shines. He was outgoing and playful while you were timid and a bit aloof. Complete opposites but that’s what made you two stronger.

You watch Hobi go and order as you went to find two seats. Luckily you found window seats and peacefully sat down and waited. Before you could take out your phone, a man sits beside you showing you a smirk.

“Are you here by yourself?” He questions while raising an eyebrow. “Umm... no. I’m with my boyfriend.” Catching the fact that he was practically eyeing you from head to toe. “He doesn’t seem to be around, which gives me time to get to know you.” “No thank you,” you weakly smile and get up from the seat.

“Where are you going? Let’s get closer.” The male stranger grabs your wrist and pulls you back. “Let me go! I don’t know you.” You try to pry your wrist from his hand.

“Sir, would you let go of my girlfriend...” Hobi intertwine his hand with your free one. “And how would I know she’s your girlfriend?” The stranger says with a look.

“I guess you didn’t hear me the first time. Let go of my girlfriend, a**hole,” Hoseok utters lowly. The stranger lets go of your wrist and leaves. “You okay?” Complete worry taking over his face. “I’m fine now.” A small giggle leaves your lips.

“Try not to get stolen please,” he sighs while cupping your cheeks. “I can’t afford to lose you.” Hobi says with a kiss on your forehead. “You won’t.”

[unluckyhoneybee]

Can you write something where Jack Hughes always pulls out and he is so confident about his technique but one day after a road trip when you hadn't been together in a while he doesn't and he is so cute after all and all worried because he is too young for a baby

Note:+18. Wrap it, kids. (p in v)

"Look at you, fuck" You were laying on the bed with your legs spread for him. "Did I got you this wet?" He treased with a smile.

"Yes, Jack. It's all for you" You panted at the same time you played with your tits.

"Yeah? All for me?" He asked slowly as he pushed himself in you. You whined, he had left you all stimulated after eating you for so long. He may not be the best, but he was so willing to try and that left you laying on the bed for hours while he ate you put until he made you cum at least once. "The sounds you make... They make me so hard"

Jack had been waiting for this for two weeks. On the road, he had been either too tired or too busy, plus that one time when he forgot to lock the door and got caught before even starting. He had been dreaming with this, finally having you on your whole glory only for him to enjoy. And well, the wait was worth it.

"Fuck, you feel so good" He desperately moaned while pushing hard and deep in you. He was feeling everything in such a intense way that he couldn't barely think about anything else. You were so spent from the previous orgasm that you could only say his name and hold into him.

You fingers when on your clit and his mouth was on your chest, the pleasure was so intense and you came hard quite soon. Jack wasn't expecting it, he hoped you could last a bit more. Because you felt so right and he couldn't contain it, he couldn't move fast enough.

Jack collapsed on you moaning and gasping for air, still buried deep inside of you and gripping hard on your thigh. You fingers were on his hair and you were still panting for air. He was kind of crushing you but he felt so nice. It took you a bit too realize.

"Jack"

"Mhm" He was in cloud night still.

"You didn't pull out" You said.

He shot up and looked at you in panic. "Didn't I?"

"You are still in me, so you didn't"

"Oh fuck" He pulled out and his come spilled from you. You chuckled when his cheeks and chest turned bright read. "Oh fuck" Jack got a little bit too distracted with the picture in front of him. Until he realized. "Shit, YN. I'm so sorry. I got so carried away and... Fuck, I lost it. Sorry, I'm so sorry, babe..."

You sat straight and cupped his cheeks. "Hey bub. Not your fault, really. We are two, we decided to not use it together, yeah?"

Jack was quite a gentleman and help you clean everything dripping off you, he got you a nice shower and apologised a thousand times before falling asleep. You were a bit worried, yes. You were going to look for a solution, obviously. But Jack was panicking. You finally got him to go to sleep,but he didn't got much.

When you woke up at 10 am next morning, he wasn't next to you, neither was his phone or wallet in the nightstand. You got up and went to the toilet first, then walked to the kitchen.

"You are awake"

You shouted and pressed a hand on your chest. "Fuck, Jack. You are going to kill me"

"Sorry, I'm just nervous" He hugged you and kissed your forehead.

You smiled a bit and kissed his chin. "Hey, all good, okay?"

"Yeah, come with me"

Jack pulled you to the kitchen and showed you a box. "I ran to the pharmacy and bought this."

A big smile crept to your lips. "Plan B?"

"Yeah, plan B. You still have time, so... It can have some side effects. But I'm so so sorry, really. I was so stupid. I hadn't cum in days and it felt so good. And... Sorry, really. I'll be here with you, I promise. You know that. We can marry or..."

"Jack, I know it has side effects. But it's fine. We both took the decision, we both agreed. And I wasn't suffering, was I?"

He smirked and hugged your waist.

"Love, we don't need to marry. We will be okay. And I know that you will be here. I love you and I trust you"

Jack kissed your forehead. "I love you"

You kissed his lips. "Did you went to Marie's bakery?"

"Mhm. You deserve it"

You sat and had breakfast, your pill and then spent the whole day on the sofa.

"It turned you on, didn't it?" You asked with your chin on his chest.

He was blushing. "Nah..."

"Yeah..." You pinched his cheek. "It did."

"Well, maybe. But..."

"Should we... Look for options?"

"Options?"

"Oh c'mon, you are the one with a bree-" A hand covered your mouth and you started laughing loud (muffled but loud)

"Shut up!"

[nctyping]

can i get some motivation? can i PLEASE get some motivation??

[triviuhtae]

Take Me Home

Requested by @jkstears!!

Prompts were requested from this post!

a/n: i know i’m super late and super short but i love you,, so here is my lame excuse of a blurb lmao

Pairing; hoseok x reader

Genre; fluff 

Warnings; none

Prompts;

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You’re so adorable.”

Word count; 1,004

Summary; to put it simply-- you’re drunk and you really want cuddles from your boyfriend hoseok.

“Here, hold this.” Your heavy eyelids find enough strength in them to look up as Namjoon holds out another red cup towards you. For a moment, you ponder over taking the beverage from him as you were well aware of your limit, and the fact that you had passed it a couple drinks ago. However, As Namjoon’s drunken eyes look into yours, you can’t find it in yourself to refuse him.

Willingly taking the cup, you down the liquid as it warms your throat, the foreign sensation already familiar to you at this point in time. You were definitely one to always be down for a drink but you were also always one of the first to get incredibly drunk, right beside Namjoon and Jimin. 

Namjoon watches in horror as you drink the entire cup without hesitation. “You do realize that was straight vodka, right?” You squint your eyes up at him, attempting to wrap your head around the words he was telling you. “I told you to hold it, not drink it.” Suddenly, Namjoon puts down his own red cup and cups your face in his hands. “What’s nine times nine?” 

“Eighty-one.” You mumble, your eyelids getting heavier by the second as you begin to get sleepy. Scrunching your nose, you glance around the kitchen that you and Namjoon stood in, eyes searching for a particular boy. “Where’s Hobi?” 

The boy rolls his eyes at your question but lets out a small laugh at the same time. You and Hoseok had recently started dating thanks to him, a mutual friend who decided that the two of you should meet. Namjoon didn’t calculate the fact that you two would hit it off so well but he was sure glad you had. 

When he doesn’t answer your question, you begin to get antsy. “Joonie, where is he?” You whine, your bottom lip sticking out into a pout just as Jimin and Taehyung walk by, both boys making fun of the face you were making. 

Namjoon puts an arm around your shoulders as he leads you to the staircase. “Once you lay down, I’ll go searching for your knight in shining armor.” He says as you have to strain to hear him over the music coming from the living room speakers. Before long, he takes you into a spare bedroom and lets you plop down onto the bed. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

As you hear the door shut behind him, your eyes glance around the room. The picture frames on the wall begin to blur as shapes become distorted and colors start blending together. Raising a hand to your head, you decide to kick off your boots and lay on the bed with your eyes facing the bedroom door. 

It feels as though it’s been hours since Namjoon left you alone in the room when, in reality, it had been a few minutes. When you finally hear a soft knock on the door, you have to really struggle to raise your voice louder than a whisper. “Come in.” You call out louder than you think as the door is pushed open.

You see the light brown hair first, your eyes smiling before your lips as you watch him from your comfy position on the bed. His face immediately lights up at the sight of you, his own pink lips pulling apart and taking the form of a heart as he grins down at you. Walking toward the bed, Hoseok stops just a few inches away from the mattress as he places his hands on his waist and tilts his head to look down at you. 

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” He questions with a playful tone, earning a sneer from you. It was Hobi’s turn to be the designated driver this weekend and so, he was completely sober. Of course, the same couldn’t be said about your condition. “I’ve told you before that you’re too much of a lightweight to try and keep up with Namjoon.”

“Hobi,” Groaning, you squeeze your eyes shut to block out the light from the lamps in the room. Lifting an arm in his direction, you extend your fingers and make grabbing motions at him. Instantly, Hoseok knows what this means but, when your hands are still left empty handed, you finally open one of your eyes to see what’s going on.

Hoseok has his arms crossed over his chest, sparkles in his eyes as he fondly watches you trying to ask for cuddles with him. Just as you go to retract your arm, Hobi finally reaches out and takes your hand in his. Scooting over as to make some room for him, you send him a lazy smile to which he giggles. “Ah, jagi.” He says with a shake of his head as you mindlessly play with the recently blow dried hair. “You’re so adorable.” 

Leaning over, he places his lips on your cheek before making his way to your forehead. He doesn’t pull back completely as he allows his face to hover over yours momentarily. Unable to keep your eyes open any longer, you close them as you begin to feel the release of unconsciousness. “I love you.” You whisper before you can slip away into a slumber that you won’t remember.

The boy brings his hand to your face and begins to rub circles into your puffy cheeks before he clears his throat. “I love you, too.” He mumbles when he thinks you’ve fallen asleep, a small smile playing at your lips as he furiously blushes. “Ah, what am I going to do with you, princess?” 

“Take me home?” You drowsily offer with a raise of an eyebrow, allowing him to run his fingers through your hair before your eyelids flutter open with a mischievous expression. “So we can cuddle the right way without the other boys interfering?”

Your boyfriend breaks out into a cheesy grin, his teeth on full display as he attempts to hide his embarrassed expression. “It’s like you read my mind.”

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change - jung hoseok (1)

this is something i’ve been working on for a little while now, let me know your opinions and i’ll see if i continue it 

part 2

You always knew him growing up. He lived around the corner from you, his parents knew yours really well - it was basically a copy of every movie plot ever created; boy and girl are childhood best friends, grow up together, are secretly in love with each other and everyone knows but them. Except that isn’t how your story went, not with him. He had to ruin it. He had to mess it up. He had to change into what he has now become, and destroy everything you two had built up over the years. And of course, with your luck, it had to be when your (supposedly) tiny crush on him had gotten a bit too big to handle. This was the curse of Jung Hoseok, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“Come on Y/N, it’ll be fun! It’s just one party! It isn’t going to kill you!”

“For a smart guy, you can be really stupid sometimes. I’ve already told you no Hobi, and the answer is still the same.”  At this, he let out a defeated sigh and lay down on the grass beside you, his head propped up on his bag.

You had lots of reasons not to go to the party Hoseok had been begging you to go to all week. The main reason was an algebra test on Monday that is worth more than half of your final grade, and you needed to get your shit together this weekend and bring your grade up. Besides, it’s not like you would actually have any fun anyway. 

On the rare occasion you did succumb to Hoseok’s begging and accepted his invites, you always ended up sitting in the corner alone, surrounded by people drunk out of their minds, because he always left you to go hang out and drink with his stupid friends. His friends were super nice guys, always so good to you when you hung out at breaks in school or on the weekends during the day, but to the parties were about two things: girls and getting drunk. So you were content with your decision, even though Hoseok really wanted you to go. You were almost convinced because your friendship with him had been struggling. You were no longer able to talk and hang out as much as you used to because he was always partying and you were always studying. Hoseok had changed a lot during the three years of high school, and now nearing the end of your fourth year, your friendship was almost non-existent. Yes, he always did invite you to the parties he was going to, but you’ve only gone to three out of what feels like hundreds of parties he has invited you to. Although you refused to admit it, he had become a fuckboy, and a popular one at that, as him and his six other friends had quite the reputation. They were the elite fuckboys in school, and even though everyone knew the nature of their endeavours, they still had practically every girl in school lining up for them. It made you sick, to be honest, but they never went after you, so you let them be. You knew a lost cause when you saw one.

You were one of the last people to accept the drastic change that had occurred in Hoseok, as you had known him the longest, and refused to believe it. It was only when you realised he had worked his way through most of your classmates, as well as the rest of the school’s female population that you sadly accepted it. He used to be so polite and gentlemanly, always looking out for you and being so respectful and well-mannered. Now, you couldn’t go through the hallway without hearing his name followed by lots of different tales about the things he got up to with girls at the parties he was always at. You couldn’t believe how the little angel boy you used to know had changed so much, but there wasn’t anything you could do. You also had a massive crush on him, so seeing him be this way with girls hurt you a lot because you knew to him love and relationships didn’t mean anything, and that was exactly what you wanted with him. However, all this time apart from him made you realise you had changed too. You weren’t dependant on anyone, you didn’t have many friends, but you weren’t awkward, you just weren’t bothered. You knew how important school was, and you made that a priority. But that didn’t mean you weren’t confident. You had had a few flings with boys, but they never went too far or lasted too long, because you knew that they wouldn’t last or mean anything because all you could think about was Hoseok. So you stopped trying to fill the void the first boy to give you the time of day and instead you focused on studying.

“I don’t know why I thought I could convince you, Y/N” he said. “You are still just as stubborn as you were when you were 5”. At this, he laughed, and you could feel the tingling feeling in your stomach you had when you were around him slightly increase, but of course, you pushed it down, as you have done for as long as you can remember. You were always surprised how much you really liked him. No matter how much you tried not to and told yourself you were being stupid, it had stuck and stuck strongly for the last 5 years. You still remember distinctly the day when you were 12, your first day of school. He had spent the summer with relatives out of town and you remember you cried for 2 weeks after he left. But when he came back he was different. Older, more mature, if that is even possible for a 12-year-old boy. You had dropped one of your new school books and he picked it up, flashing you a smile that did something to you that had never happened before. You had never experienced anything like it, and at the time had no idea what it was. He took some of your books from you and carried them to your classroom, chattering non-stop about his summer and all he did, or at least you think so because you had no idea what he said because you zoned out and just stared at him. You didn’t know at the time but that was the moment you realised he was no longer a friend. You felt something else for him, and it took you literally years to realise it was love you were feeling now.

“Y/N, you still there?” He was staring at you now, sat up and wondering what was up. He had interrupted your little internal flashback, and you flushed bright red realising. “Oh sorry, yeah I am, what were you saying?” “oh no it was nothing, I was just saying that despite still being stubborn and wrapped up in your own little world, you’ve changed” You stared at him, taken aback by how upfront he just was. “Wait what? I have changed? How?” you replied, a little exasperated but mainly just confused. “We never hang out, all you do is study. How many parties have I invited you to, and how many have you actually gone to? I just want to know why” He was staring straight at you, with something in his eyes you didn’t understand. “You know parties aren’t my type of thing Hobi,” you said staring at the ground. “Well then what is? You don’t have anything else you do! Shit, do you even have any other friends except me Y/N?!” He was pissed now, and you couldn’t even reply. You had no idea what to say, where this was coming from, anything. “I’m just trying to help you Y/N, I want to help you get a life.” One single tear dropped to the ground at this, as this was one saying you were very familiar with. The amount of times you had been told to get a life, you couldn’t even keep track of anymore. This is what got you. You wiped away another tear, all traces of sadness leaving your face. You stood up and stared at him, angry now. “I have a life, one that you will not be a part of anymore.” You surprised yourself with how calmly you said this and saw as the anger in his eyes turned to hurt and shock. You didn’t even wait for a reply, but picked up your bag, turned on your heel despite his protests and calls of your name, and walked down the driveway and out of the school gates, leaving him behind.