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chocolatemillkk · 4 years ago

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I put the final bottle of champagne behind the mini bar and adjust the cocktail bowl slightly to the left. I look around the living room, the grand Christmas tree was still up as it usually was until after New Year’s. The whole place was covered in string lights, outlining the furniture and hanging from the ceiling. This was the famous New Year’s Eve party my parents have been throwing since before I was even born and this year was the last one I’d be attending for a while, I realise sadly. This time next year I would be living in LA, in my first year of university and my parents planned to come down for Christmas and be back here for New Year’s. I wouldn’t come along. I always looked forward to this, guess I’d have to savour it the best I could.

Both my mom and dad were only children which meant growing up they made a lot of friends along the way and each year our parties got a little bit bigger, more and more families coming together for their New Year’s eve party. I always looked forward to two though, the Michaels and the Suggs.

“Are you done daydreaming?” My sister comes up from behind me. “Because there should be appetizers that need rearranging or something according to mom.”

“I’m on it,” I say mock-seriously. My mom really went all out with the food and my sister and I always teased her about it. My sister, Liz, had started uni this year but luckily she was only in London. A lot of our friends her age weren’t though, so we were missing a lot of people this year. But at least Joe would be around, I think. And Zoe.

“Put these near the piano,” my mom hands me a plate as I make my way to the kitchen. “Don’t drop them!” I pretend to struggle under the tray which earns me a stern look. “You should get ready,” my mom reminds me. “There’s only an hour before guests start coming!”

I run up to my room after gently placing the tray where my mom wanted it and put on the dress I had bought for the occasion. It was deep green satin with a plunging neckline and a leg slit that went up to my hips—a shorter skirt lay underneath so I wasn’t flashing the whole party. I usually wasn’t this risky but I figured the occasion called for it. The sleeves are almost bell-like, and I do a twirl before the mirror, excited to see how people liked it.

Who was I kidding, I wanted Joe to see me in it.

It was silly, there was half a year before I was leaving this place, but more than half my life that I’d been crushing on Joe Sugg. Sometimes, I thought he knew how I felt, I thought I was quite obvious as a kid. For a second, I thought maybe the feeling was mutual. But after truth or dare in the seventh grade, I’d tried my hardest to hide whatever feelings I had for him. I wondered if he’d noticed.

“Truth or Dare,” Olivia asks my sister, Olivia Michaels was our neighbour growing up and the one who introduced my sister and I to the world of beer and rock and roll. My sister and I were good friends with her and her younger brother Felix.

My sister choses dare and Olivia has her eat one of the gross drink concoctions we made earlier. A few rounds later, my sisters asks me.

“Dare,” I say, feeling brave.

“I dare you to kiss either Joe or Felix,” my sister says smugly.

“What? I-“

“It’s a dare!” Zoe laughs and I look at Felix, he was a couple years younger than me-he was a child...and Joe was my huge crush. There was no way I was going to have my first kiss with him like this; with popcorn in my teeth and my lips stained with popsicles.

“Unless you’d like to kiss them both,” my sister teases.

Not wanting any more pressure, I lean over and peck Felix on the lips. I can’t help but sneak a glance at Joe as I go back to my seat and everyone laughs at Felix’s flushing cheeks. But he looks uninterested.

A few rounds later, Felix asks Joe and Joe picks Truth.

“Who would you date from this circle?” Felix asks. My heart plummets into my stomach. Joe looks around, avoiding my eyes and that makes my heart race faster. He had to know how much I would die to date him. To call him anything more than my best friend.

“Liz,” Joe says my sister’s name and I felt sick. Of course he liked her better than me, she was smarter and prettier than me. I was just his best friend.

“Aw you’re cute,” my sister pinches Joe’s cheeks and his sister joins in. I excuse myself but I didn’t think anyone even noticed.

A knock at my door reminds me there was a party about to go down, or already going down, I realise as I hear voices already. “How long are you going to take? Mom wants you downstairs to greet everyone!” Liz calls through the door.

“I’ll be a minute!” I say. I take my new christmas present-an eyeshadow kit my mom had given, and the lipstick my sister gave after I used most of hers, and put on my makeup, feeling like a grown up already. So much was changing and I was buzzing with excitement.

I skip downstairs and greet everyone the way I usually did every year. This year everyone asks about school, I tell them my LA plan and they wish me luck. Over and over. Until Joe walks in with a bottle of something in his hand and I run to him, nearly knocking him down as I throw my arms around him. He smelled like the cologne he reserved for special occasions, and the soap he always used. I could never tire of it, of him.

He was as handsome as ever, a clean white button up tucked into black trousers. He’d cut his hair recently but I sort of liked the way he styled it, the soft layers looked bouncy.

“You look handsome! Where’s Zoe?” I ask.

“Food poisoning,” he hands me the bottle and I take it from him, stepping a bit back so he could see my outfit but he continues on without comment. “Mum’s stayed home with her, the bottle’s from her.”

“Duh, as if you could afford this,” I tease, pretending like my heart wasn’t just stabbed by his nonchalance. He follows me in as I sneak the bottle past my mom and hide it in the kitchen, it was a tradition for us kids to get drunk on our own stash we steal throughout the night.

“Where’s everyone else?” Joe asks. “Your sister?”

I ignore the ache I get in my chest, “Oh doing her rounds probably. Pretending she’s an intellectual because she’s done one semester at uni.”

Joe laughs and I love the sound, especially when he laughs at a joke I make.

“You-“

“Y/N! There you are!” Felix and Olivia pop in, interrupting Joe, and I give them both hugs. Olivia had brought her boyfriend this year so we get introductions and a quick catch-up before Olivia goes to find Liz and I’m left with Felix and Joe. Felix had grown to be surprisingly handsome, in a nerd chic sort of way. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was younger than me, I could have even considered dating him.

“So Y/N you look really amazing tonight,” Felix says.

“Aw thank you,” I say. “You look quite chic tonight too, is that suspenders you’re wearing under your jacket?” I tease Felix until he’s pink in the face before I turn to Joe who looks bored. I loop my arm through his, “Want to get something to eat? I’m craving some shortbread cookies.”

“Yeah. If we’re having our own party later on we don’t want a repeat of ‘09,” Joe jokes. That was the first year we had all snuck a bottle of wine from the party and drank it on an empty stomach. None of us had a good time.

“Don’t remind me,” I shudder before I call behind me. “Felix you coming?”

Joe stiffens beside me but we walk on.

•••

After a dozen devilled eggs and shrimp cocktails, I lose everyone to the crowd and find myself alone near the stairs. I watch the crowd and bask in the togetherness the holidays brought on, I would miss this a lot. I almost didn’t want to go when I was in moments like these, but I knew what I wanted from life and I knew I couldn’t stay in dreary UK for it.

As I look around with the room so full of lights, the corners of my vision suddenly warp and distort into a blurry mass. I blink a few times but it remains. This was so not happening.

I sit myself on the step and close my eyes, placing my head on my knees but as I do that, the nause creeps in. This was getting serious. Perfect.

I go up to my bedroom quickly and close the blinds, shutting the room in darkness. I unzip the side of my dress to give my room to breathe and lay down.

Of course I had to get a migraine the day of new year’s eve. My last party for a while. I groan and turn to the side, blindly groping for any pill bottle, not wanting to risk turning on my phone light.

I lay in the dark, I don’t know how long. Time passed slowly in the dark, the only thing I could hear is the muffled sound of the party downstairs. My phone vibrates a few times but I don’t dare look at it. I wanted to nip this migraine before it could come full force. I couldn’t believe this was how my year was going to end, I think. And without meaning to, the tears leak out from my eyes. Stupid migraines and stupid Joe Sugg! He hadn’t even noticed what I was wearing, he didn’t even care. He fancied Liz more than I and I was still crushing on him like an idiot. I wasted my high school years waiting for him. And now I was going to graduate soon, with no history of a relationship and no...

A soft knock interrupts my pity party. I wait again as the knock sounds, just to make sure I wasn’t hearing it.

“Y/N,” it was Joe.

I swipe at my face, pulling my blanket over my face. “I’m here,” I say. “You can come in.”

I hear the door creak open, the noise from downstairs flooding through before the closed door muffles it again.

“Migraine?” Joe asks. We’d been friends long enough that he knew exactly what was going down. I sense him standing at the edge of my bed, the room still in darkness.

“Yeah,” I inch the blanket off my face. It’s not like he could see my makeup streaks in the dark. “Great timing right?”

“Can I do anything?” Joe asks. God, I scoff, I thought I could just turn my feelings off for him but him just asking that brings them back full force. “Maybe some water...”

“I’ve got water,” I say. I sense him shifting around the room.

“Didn’t you used to have those ice packs?” Joe knows his way around my room, he often came over when we did homework, or in the summer before we would go out with our other friends. He locates where I kept the freeze packs and he cracks them, walking towards my bed and sitting on my sheets. “Here.”

He places one on my neck and I flinch at the cold.

“Sorry,” he mumbles before putting it back on.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, the cold already numbing the throbbing in my neck. “Thanks Joe.”

“It’s nothing,” Joe whispers back. I take the pack from where his hands hold it and hold it myself as I gently turn in bed, the little light streaming in outlines his sitting figure.

“You don’t have to stay here,” I let him know. “Go back to the party.”

“It’s no fun if you’re not there,” Joe says. He slowly inches himself down beside me and the smell of him invades my nose. Oh no.

“Joe your cologne-“ I say and he quickly gets up.

“Oh shit right,” Joe stands and I see the shape of him pace away from the bed. “Uh, I can go home and change-“

“Oh my god,” I let out a laugh and cut it short as my head throbs. “You’ve left so many shirts here when we go swimming in the summer. Just put one on if you want to stay here so bad.”

“I’m just here to avoid everyone asking what my plans after school are,” he jokes. “Are they in the bottom drawer?”

“Yeah,” I respond. “Tell them you’re still figuring it out.”

“Everyone here has kids who are doctors or some shit,” I can hear the Joe changing and I try to keep the inappropriate thoughts at bay. “That’s not an acceptable answer.”

“Who cares what they think though,” I say. Joe joins me back in bed, laying down to stare at the ceiling as I look at his profile, barely illuminated by the light peaking through my blinds.

“Sometimes I do,” he says quietly.

I find his hand and squeeze it. He squeezes back and then turns to me. “So are you going to tell me why you were crying before I came in?”

“I was not crying,” I lie.

“You so were.”

“Was not.”

“Was too,” fingers graze my jaw and I’m busted. “Your face is still wet.”

“Fine,” I sigh. “I was just upset I was missing the party.”

“And?”

“I dunno, it’s my last party for a while!”

“Oh yeah,” Joe quiets down. A moment passes. Then another. “I’m gonna miss you.”

“We still have like 7 months together, don’t cry for me just yet.”

“You’re the one that was crying,” Joe shoots back.

“Shut up!” I joke. “Can’t you let me win? I have a migraine!”

“How is it?” Concern creeps back into his voice.

“The usual, I just have to tone down my senses. It’ll get better.”

Joe’s hand moves up to my face and cups it, my heart fluttering, the blood rushing to my face and joining the dance my migraine was putting on in my head.

His hand creeps up into my hair and suddenly his hand is plucking out the pins from my hair, and putting it on my bedside. Of course he was just being helpful while I was getting all bothered. “Do you want to get into something more comfortable?” He asks. I try to ignore the way I felt with his body hovering over mine in the dark but my mind blanks for a moment. “Y/N?”

“Oh I have every intention to go back to the party later,” I say. “This dress stays on.”

“It’s a great dress,” Joe says.

“It is isn’t it,” I say, noticing how uncomfortable Joe was getting. He actually noticed. Why didn’t he say anything earlier?

“I mean,” he clears his throat. “You looked...beautiful.”

I pause, pure joy rushing through me. Joe noticed me, he said I was beautiful. And oh god, all these things happening in my body were not helping my migraine. But I wasn’t about to tell Joe that.

“Thank you,” I say softly, too afraid to break the moment.

“It’s nothing new though,” he says just as softly. “You always look beautiful.”

I look at him, squint in the dark to try to read his face but it’s hard to. Was he saying this because I was having a shitty time or did he actually mean it?

“Not as beautiful as Liz though,” I deflect, deciding he was just taking pity on me. “She’s the one with the looks in the family.”

There’s a deafening silence around us, I can hear my heart beating in it. He wasn’t denying it, I want to cry.

“She is...beautiful sure, but you’re something different Y/N. You bloody take my breath away every time I see you.”

I want to cry for other reasons now. Was this really happening?

“Sorry,” Joe interprets my silence as rejection and begins sitting up to go. “The dark’s just made me stupid, I said way too much and-

“Joe,” I try to cut through.

“You obviously just, you need to rest and I’m-“

“Joe Sugg,” I say again and grab his hand. “Lay back down you big idiot, your blabbering is making my head pulse.”

“Right,” Joe lays back down but I can hear his quick breathing. I was glad to know he was just as nervous. I still have hold of his hand and I place it around my waist, inching closer to him.

“When?” I have to ask.

“Do you remember when we had our second friendiversary?” He asks. I did. We met when we were both 7 after our parents had set up a play date and we got along so well we knew we would be friends instantly. We’d spit on our hands and shaken them, declaring that day our friend anniversary, and we’d celebrated most years since. “You had your parents drop you off on your way home from your nana’s because it was our friendiversary and we didn’t see each other all summer. And your nana gave you cookies for the ride home, and you saved me the peanut butter ones? I don’t know, when you came in that day I just took a look at you and I had butterflies in my stomach. You were there ever since school let out and I’d missed playing with you for so long. I think I realised I missed you more than just a friend that summer. And when I saw you-“

“I actually remember.” I join. “Because you had just stared at me with your mouth open. And I just put the cookies in your open mouth. I was angry I thought you were looking at me like that because Liz had put gum in my hair a week before and my nana had to cut a lot off.”

“Yeah,” Joe chuckles. “I remember that too.”

“And since then?”

“Yeah,” Joe’s hand curls around my waist.

“What about the seventh grade? Truth or dare?”

“You bloody kissed Felix!” Joe exclaims.

“I...you picked my sister because I kissed Felix? He was like 10!”

“I was stupid.”

“Was? If I was feeling better I would be slapping you right now.”

“Good thing you’re not,” Joe tugs me closer. Our faces are inches apart, and I want to lean over and just kiss him so bad.

“What’s taken you so long,” I whisper, my fingers resting on his face.

“Scared I would ruin our friendship. You’re so much better than me, I thought you would laugh if I told you.”

“You are so ridic-“

“Shh,” Joe shushes me. “Do you hear that?”

I quiet down and listen as the party downstairs begins counting down to New Year’s. Suddenly my hands are clammy, this was it. I was going to kiss Joe Sugg once and for all.

“5...4...3...” Joe whispers between us.

“2...” I get out before Joe closes the space and kisses me, his lips so soft, my head feeling like it would explode. And not just because of the migraine.

“Wow-“ Joe gets out before I go in for a second kiss, the cheering downstairs drowns out as I pull Joe closer to me, closer, finally the love of my life was in my arms.

We’re moving too quickly, a wave of nausea hits me and I pull away.

“Sorry was that too quick?” Joe panics.

“Head,” I say as I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Shit,” I feel him sitting up and hovering over me, probably looking for the ice pack because soon the cold feeling returns to my temples.

“Thank you,” I whisper. He places a kiss on my lips as I stay still, trying to ease my nause. I feel a kiss on my jaw, then my neck. “Do you have to go home?” I ask.

“Nope,” Joe shifts beside me, I feel him get under the blanket, and he pulls me close to him. He lays his hand gently over me and I settle in beside him. What a New Year’s.

•••

“Y/N!” My sister’s voice wakes me and my eyes fly open. She stands in my doorway with her jaw open and I realise she’s staring at the weight on my right side. Joe.

“What?” Joe mumbles, awakened by my sister barging in.

“Oh my god!” My sister squeals. “It’s happening!” She runs out my door. “It’s happening!” She yells out to whoever was awake. And if they weren’t awake, her commotion sure woke them.

“She’s crazy,” I mumble before turning to Joe, the evening rushing to catch me up. He’s still only half asleep. When I call his name, he only groans and pulls me closer to him, hiding his face into my neck. My heart flutters, it felt like we’d always been together like this.

I allow myself the small pleasure of running my hands up into his hair and he groans into my neck, lifting his face up to look at me. Suddenly he starts laughing.

“Way to make a girl feel confident,” I’m suddenly self conscious as I get up.

“You do realise you’re in yesterday’s outfit? Including your makeup?” Joe asks, his voice hoarse.

“Shit!” I run to my mirror and laugh at what I see. “I’ll be back!”

I grab a spare shirt and move to the bathroom where I clean up and brush my teeth. My skin looked awful having slept in makeup but the glow I felt from waking up next to Joe kills any issue I might have had with it.

When I get back to my room he’s already up, the bed is made, and he’s folding his clothes from yesterday.

“You didn’t have to do all that,” I say as I walk to him. Immediately he catches my hand and pulls me in.

“Your head?” He asks.

“Great. Yours?”

“Clear as day. Glad it listened to my heart this one time.”

A smile creeps onto my face as the realisation of what he said settles in but pulls me in and kisses it off.

“Happy new year Joe,” I whisper when we part, pulling him in for a tight hug.

“Happy new year Y/N,” Joe whispers back. “I think it’s going to be the best one yet.”

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joeesuggimagine · 4 years ago

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#joe sugg imagine #joe sugg #caspar lee #josh pieters imagine #jack maynard imagine #conor maynard #joesugg #zoella

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moviedateat8 · 5 years ago

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peanutbuttercreamjelly · 6 years ago

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Dating Conor Maynard might include...

cheesy pick-up lines

like literally all the time, if not in person than via whatsapp or snapchat

weird snapchats in general

memes

tagging you in funny videos

him always making you laugh

him laughing even more than you, because we all know he’s the one who laughs most at his jokes

but he’d love to see you laugh, even more if it was because of him

sometimes he’d even blush because of that

when you first started dating, he made sure that you only got to see his best side

although you guys got intimate in the sexual sense pretty quickly, he didn’t let you in at first

but deep down, you could feel that there was so much more that you hadn’t seen yet

patiently waiting until he was comfortable to share that with you, too

because you were here to stay, and he knew it

it just took him a bit longer to fully get comfortable

you respected that, knowing that he would do the exact same thing

but when you were on that deep level, there was so much to discover

working through issues together

because you were a team, and he made sure everybody knew that

getting on really well with the other boys, especially Jack

hanging out with him a lot

always cuddling when you were watching movies or a series

hand-holding

cheeky slaps on the butt, because he just loved your butt

you’d slowly learn to return them

him giggling in the most adorable way when you’d smack his bum

loving glances

like you could be at a party, chatting with different people and you’d feel him look at you

feeling all warm and bubbly inside

him giving you compliments all the time

because he wanted you to see yourself like he did

him being called whipped because he was so infatuated with you

but he didn’t mind being whipped for you

hugging the other from behind

him singing softly into your ear, just for you

helping him through his creative phases

being one of the first people to hear his new music

making sure he’d eat enough when he was writing music, because he would often forget that

generally taking care of him

sometimes feeling like you didn’t have a boyfriend, you merely got yourself a five year-old child

him being so attentive

like he would always get you something special when he was away

“I spotted this in a shop, and it made me think of you”

long-distance-relationship when he was away in LA

he still made sure that you wouldn’t feel lonely though

still managing to speak to each other at least once a week

facetiming until one of you fell asleep

checking the time-zone where he was in

goodbye-kisses that turned into a severe make-out session in the hallway when he was leaving

sending good-morning and good-night-texts to each other

him spending the first two days (at least) only with you when he was back

not letting go of each other until you really had to

reunion sex

at first having real passionate and eager sex, getting all the frustration out from being apart for so long

round two was much more vanilla, with slow kisses and loving glances

generally having sex on almost a daily basis

giggly sex in the bathtub

shower sex, although one of you almost always gets hurt

buying a non-slip-mat for this purpose only

morning sex

drunk sex

showering together afterwards

eating breakfast together

being the fan’s otp

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elsehuggs · 6 years ago

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safe to say I am in fact

joe sugg’s bitch

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ewritesthangs · 6 years ago

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tis me, back again

Formally known as mommaesworld

so, hello my dudes. I am back from my sudden hiatus. I had been completely focused on this thing called college. it like trapped me into this vortex making me think it was soooooo important. in reality it was a trap to take the money i didnt have. but whatevs. I am back, ready to write.

You may request anything. I write for pretty much everything I know of. Ask away my dudes!

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imagineabuttercream · 2 years ago

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Can I Watch? (Joe Sugg x Reader) [smut]

Request - Hello! Idk if you're still taking requests, but I think you write great smut and I was wondering if you could write a smut imagine with Joe Sugg. I'd really appreciate it if you did because I think you're one of the best writers on tumblr, and if you can't/don't want to write it, thanks anyways for just being a great person!❤️

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"Joe friggin' Sugg!" you said, throwing your arms around him when he answered the door. "I'm so glad you're back! How was the tour?"

You had gone over to Joe's the day after he got home from the Hit The Road tour. He was one of your best friends and it had been ages since the two of you got to hang out.

"I'm glad to be back." He replied, squeezing you. "It was good. Really good, but It's nice to be home."

"I bet. Nothing like sleeping in your own bed." You followed Joe into his house. "Find any romance on your journeys?"

You and Joe always shared your one night stand and hook-up stories. "No, sadly." He dramatically frowned and dropped his shoulders.

You couldn't help but laugh. "I don't believe that for a second."

Laughing, Joe replied. "I actually didn't have any time to myself at all on this trip. We were always busy doing interviews or driving or just too exhausted to go out."

"Well I'm sure Mr. playboy will find time now that he's home." You teased him.

"I haven't even had a wank in my own house." Joe laughed, making the two of you some drinks.

"I can leave if you'd like some alone time." you teased, taking the glass he was handing you of whatever cocktail he had mixed. Taking a sip, you made a face. "One of those nights?" You said, noting how strong the drink was.

"Definitely one of those nights. I need an us night." Joe said, tapping his glass to yours and pulling you in for another hug. "Also, I hear you went out on a date with Jack."

"Is that what he told you?!" You questioned him, the two of you making your way to the couch.

"And I quote 'I finally convinced Y/n to go out with me and she didn't even let me pay for dinner.'" Joe said laughing.

"He said he needed a date for a premier! I didn't know he actually wanted to go out." You said shaking your head.

"So you would have still gone if you knew?" Joe asked, trying to sound nonchalant, taking another sip of his drink.

"No way. I love that kid, but he's like my little brother" you answered.

"Good. I would have pummeled him if he did anything to hurt you." Joe said, throwing his arm around you and turning on the TV.

"Oh calm down, macho man." you laughed, leaning into Joe.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening catching up. Towards the end of the night, the movie Friends With Benefits had been playing in the background and it had caused your mind to wander a bit. You and Joe had never done anything too sexual together, but you cuddled all the time and you had definitely seen each other naked. You'd even shared a few drunk kisses on nights out at the club, but you'd never let yourself think that the two of you could date. Being snuggled against your very attractive friend, you couldn't help but get a bit turned on while you watched the explicit scenes play on the screen.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Joe. "We should head to bed. I'm falling asleep."

"Works for me. Am I staying in the guest room?" you asked, hoping maybe you'd have a little bit of alone time to take care of yourself.

"No way. You can't leave me alone." Joe laughed, kissing your cheek and pulling you up off of the couch.

"Oh, alright. I'll come cuddle." You smiled at Joe. You were hoping to release some tension, but you definitely loved cuddling with your best friend.

After getting changed into night clothes, you climbed into his bed. "I think I'm going to take a quick shower." Joe said, walking to the bathroom that was connected to his room.

Teasing your best friend, you called out "Have fun touching yourself!"

Joe laughed, but his cheeks turned bright red.

When he finally closed the bathroom door, you realized you had a few minutes to yourself. 'May as well give it a go' you thought, snuggling under the covers and slipping your fingers under the fabric of your panties. You had been turned on for about an hour, so when you slid your fingers between your folds, you were already soaking wet. Starting to slowly rub your fingers in your usual pattern, you tried to pull up your 'go to' spank bank fantasies in your head...but all you could think about was Joe. 'I can definitely work with this', you thought, sliding your other hand up under your shirt to gently tease the skin of your breasts. You were currently picturing Joe in the shower. The hot water rippling down his incredibly fit body. His moans as his hand stroked his impressive girth.

Joe had just moaned your name in your little wank fantasy when you heard him actually say your name. "Y/n." Joe called, peeking around the bathroom door.

Being startled back to reality, you quickly pulled your hands out from under your clothing and scrambled to look like you weren't doing anything dirty, you looked over at the bathroom door.

Joe had definitely just caught you. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were wide. "Y/n." he said again.

"Shit." you cursed, sitting up in the bed. "I'm so sorry, Joe. I should have just waited until..." but you were interrupted by Joe.

"I was going to ask you to get me a towel" Joe pointed at a stack of towels right by the bed. "But I think I'll come get it myself." He said, walking out of the bathroom naked and dripping wet. You couldn't help but look him up and down. You noticed that he was, in fact, completely hard. "I uh, tried taking a cold shower, but it didn't work, so maybe I should take a page from your book and just take care of it."

You didn't speak, but you nodded a yes to Joe. You didn't know what he had in mind, but you were down with pretty much whatever he wanted to try.

He was standing by the bed when he finished drying off with the towel. "Can I watch you?" he asked, leaning down a bit to gently meet your lips with his, his fingers circling his erection.

"Yeah." you replied, a bit breathless.

"By the way, you were making irresistible noises when I caught you." Joe said, throwing the blanket that was covering you to the other side of the bed.

"Fuck, I didn't even realize." you answered. You were left in just your panties and one of Joe's shirts.

"I watched you for a few seconds. I had decided to just go back into the bathroom and do the same thing, but then I heard you moan my name." Joe continued, separating your legs and kneeling between them. "What were you thinking about?" he asked, leaning forward to kiss you again.

"Just you. In the shower." you answered, lifting Joe's shirt over your head and tossing it to the ground.

"I love that you were thinking about me." Joe said, looking you up and down. "You're gorgeous, y/n." Joe's hand was slowly pumping up and down his dick. His other hand started playing with the waistband of your panties. "I want to watch you get off."

"I was imagining you jerking off in the shower." You smiled at Joe, laying back down and lifting your hips so you could pull off the last piece of clothing that you were wearing. Setting your feet back down on the bed on either side of Joe, you let your legs fall open, your fingers sliding down your body to continue where you left off.

"Fuck." Joe muttered, his eyes watching your every move.

Watching Joe was incredibly hot and you could feel the burn starting to build in your lower stomach already. "Joe, why did you try to take a cold shower." you asked, wondering what got him turned on in the first place.

"I uh. We were watching those sex scenes. And I could um... I could smell your perfume and feel your body heat." Joe answered, half moaning. "I've always thought you were sexy." he added.

"Me too. You, I mean. And the movie. I was turned on the whole time." You switched hands to give your other one a break.

"Y/n." Joe moaned, leaning forward. He put one hand on the bed by your waist to hold up his weight. "I want to know what you taste like." he said, looking at the hand you had just been pleasuring yourself with.

That definitely got to you, your fingers quickening their pace. You lifted your wet fingers to Joe's lips and slowly slid them into his mouth one at a time.

"You're delicious." Joe said, sucking every one of them clean.

"Fuck, Joe." you moaned. You could feel your orgasm quickly building.

Joe knelt back on his knees and started stroking himself faster. "I'm almost there." he said, looking down at you.

You threw your head back on the pillow, feeling your climax starting to ripple through your body. "Joe." you moaned, continuing to slowly tease yourself with your fingers while your other hand ran over the naked flushed skin of your torso. "oh fuck." you said, your body jumping a bit every time your fingers brushed over your now too sensitive clit.

"Jesus, y/n." Joe panted, his body thrusting into his fist. Leaning forward to hold his weight over your body, he groaned your name and came, his cum falling in little lines across your tummy. "Fuck." he panted, trying to catch his breath.

Your chest was rising and falling quickly as you tried to catch your own breath You slid two of your fingers through the mess he had left on your skin and slowly lifted them to slide them past your lips. Sucking them clean, you pulled them out of your mouth with a pop, Joe watching every move you made. "You don't taste too bad yourself, Sugg."

"Holy shit, y/n." Joe said, letting his weight fall to lay on top of you.

"That was the best orgasm I've had in a long time." you laughed, gently tracing patterns into the skin of Joe's back.

"Can I confess something?" Joe asked, once the two of you had calmed completely down.

"Shoot." you answered.

"I've wanted to ask you out for a long time." he said, burying his face in your neck.

"Did the whole 'lets not ruin our friendship thing' stop you?" you asked, having felt the same way.

"Yeah, but I have a feeling our friendship isn't going to be the same now anyways." he laughed, lifting his head to look at you.

"I think not." you laughed, leaning up to capture Joe's lips in a kiss.

"Can we try being an us?" Joe asked before deepening the kiss.

"Definitely." you answered, smiling against his lips. "On one condition."

Holding his weight on his elbows, Joe looked down at you. "And what would that be?" he asked.

"That we shower." you laughed. "You left me all sticky."

Joe snorted and rolled off of you. "Deal." he said, pulling you out of the bed and to the bathroom.

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buttercream-squad-trash · 6 years ago

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Spill it or Shot it? || Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: Can you please do a Jack or Joe imagine where the reader and the guy are friends and they do a spill it or shoot it video together and embarrassing things and feelings are revealed? I love your writing so much! Request: yes Word count: 1483 words Authors Note: Yes guys I wrote a fic, a miracle really xx, I've missed you. ENJOY xx

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A soft smile graced my lips, as Jack slams his body down into his bed, softly patting the space next to him. I rake my eyes over the group of boys sitting around the 'set' before taking a seat next to him.

"So what's going on everybody and welcome back to my channel," Jack shouts making you jump slightly, "As you can see I'm joined by Y/N."

"What are we doing today, Jack?" I question, a giggle escaping my lips as the boys roll their eyes.

"Why, I'm glad you asked, Y/N, today we're doing the spill it or shot it challenge," He gestures down towards the table in front of him, "As you can see there are a bunch of shot glasses with different mystery liquid inside, its just vodka. Basically, the rules answer the question asked or take a shot."

I make a face at the camera and look back towards Jack as he reaches forward to a shot of clear liquid, "I'll start," You say regretfully. A chorus of 'oohs' echo from the boys sat in front of you.

"Brave," Jack laughs, "Okay, your shot is this mystery liquid. Your question is..." he trials off scrolling through his phone, "What was your last dream about?"

My eyes go wide, I had been joking around with jack about a dream I had the night before, "You're joking," I stammer, Joe lets out a laugh, "Fuck sakes. Fine, it was about a date, and that's all you're getting."

"Bullshit, we need more," Caspar laughs.

I shake my head. "No fairs fair, I asked what it was about not specifics," Jack says sliding the liquid back towards the others.

"For this shot, I ask you Jack, Who was your last hook up?" I say winking at the camera.

Jacks face pales, "Nope," is al he says as he raises the shot and downs it. He grimaces and pulls forward another shot, "Out of all our mates, who would you most likely snog?"

"You," I admit, but take the shot anyway. The liquid burnt as it went down. Vodka, perfect, I take a second, wanting to ignore the pit forming in your stomach. Just don't let it on that you're into him Y/N. "Who here are you most jealous of?" You splutter, trying to distract all the eyes on you from your previous statement.

"Jealous in what way?" He asks, I just shrug in reply, "Probably Joe, I don't know. When was the last time you were drunk?"

"I'm going to sound like such an alcoholic," I laugh, "I was actually drunk last night, just by myself in my apartment." I quickly grab another shot and down it. A couple of the boys' wolf whistle and start making comments about me not playing by the rules.

"Y/N, remember you take a shot when you don't want to answer," Jack jokes placing his hand on my thigh under the table and out of view. My breath catches in my throat and I nod my head softly.

"Who is your best friend?" I ask.

"Y/N, really?" He asks I nod, "Okay, then you. What was the last text you sent?"

My hands immediately reach out to a shot each and I drink them both, a conversation with my best friend about Jack? Yeah, not going to read that out. "Who is your biggest off-limits crush, Jack?" You ask leaning in towards him.

The boys immediately go silent. "And that's all for this video guys. I gotta go put 'drunky' to bed." Jack says pointing towards me as I grab another shot, confusion evident on my face. "Like, follow my social media, I'll link Y/N in the description, check her out, subscribe and I'll see you all next week."

"Wait why are we finishing?" I ask as Jack gets up to shut off the camera, I tip the glass up and swallow the liquid inside it. My eyes meet Joe's. "Joe! Come take a shot with me!" I shout giggling.

"You're such a lightweight," Jack states moving the shots away from me, "Seriously no more alcohol."

"Surely someone else will get drunk with me though, I don't want to be the only girl and the only drunk one," I say my words slurring slightly. I begin to stand up and feel the effects of the shots hit me, "Oh fuck." I giggle.

All the boys stand around me, basically forming a human barrier between me and the floor.

"Jack, I think I should go home," I say stumbling ever so slightly. I close my eyes to stop the spinning around me, "Less likely to be a mess there."

"Okay, Y/N." Jack says linking his hand through mine as he leads me through the apartment, "Better off to not be around those lot anyway. Although I wish you weren't such a lightweight so we could actually hang out."

"We hang out all the time," I say as we exit his front door, leaving the boys inside, "Aren't they going to make a mess? I can take myself home, or ill call a taxi."

"I'm not letting you go home by yourself, you're tipsy," Jack says.

We reach the street and exit the apartment complex. The cold London air enveloping us, I tuck myself closer to Jack and I feel my heart rate increase. We walk together in silence, the alcohol not affecting me as much anymore. A man on the corner of the street, holding bunches of roses, calls out to us, "A beautiful flower for your beautiful lady, huh sir?"

I let out a slight giggle as we get closer the man hands me the flower, "No we're-" I'm cut off with soft lips pressing themselves to my forehead.

"She is quite beautiful isn't she?" Jack says softly. I feel his eyes burning into my skull, but I don't look up at him. I begin to hand the flower back to the man and he pushes it back towards me.

"You made me smile tonight, keep the flower with no charge, you're love is beautiful," He says, bowing his head slightly. We both thank the man and continue down the street. It seems as though fate is pushing us towards hanging out for as long as we can manage that night. But it felt like no time had passed at all, Jack was my best friend and I had feelings for him.

"We've finally made it," Jack jokes, motioning toward the building, his other arm linked around my shoulders, just as it had been most of the night. I felt my heart drop, he didn't want to spend more time with me. It wasn't even past midnight yet and he was eggar to get rid of me. "Can I stay at your place tonight? I don't want to deal with the mess right now."

I nod my head softly, "Yeah, of course." I say dazed. A few moments of silence pass and we make our way up to my apartment. I pull my key out of my pocket, and shakily unlock the door. I take a step inside and motion for Jack to come inside. Once he steps inside I close and lock the door.

"Hey Y/N?" Jack calls out, I mumble in acknowledgement and turn around to face him, "I really care about you."

"Awe, Jack," I coo, moving closer to him to poke his cheek, "I care about you too."

Jack shakes his head no, a sexy smirk on his lips. I allow my hands to rest on his face as his arms curl around my waist. His eyes rake across my face before our eyes meet. His blue orbs pierce into my soul.

"I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say, love," He says endearingly, one of his hands trailing up from my waist to my face. He gently cups my face.

"If you do this Jack, you can't back out," I say as our foreheads press together, "I want this, as long as you're serious."

"I don't want to just be friends with you anymore," He confesses, my heart swells in my chest in excitement. I run my tongue over my lips ever so softly as my eyes rake toward Jack's.

Everything in me tells me that I shouldn't kiss him, that we shouldn't cross that line. But then it happens, our lips connect. It feels like magic, it begins in my stomach and flows all through my body making me feel like I'm on fire. Our lips moved in a perfect symphony, it feels like everything fell perfectly into place.

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calmasf · 6 years ago

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Imagine...

Being Joe’s best friend but having hardly any chance to talk to him over the past few months because of Strictly and tour.

As soon as he got home from a very long and exhausting tour, the first thing he did was FaceTime you, your face lighting up instantly as you saw his icon pop up on your screen. You answered immediately and was so relieved to finally see him; the two of you spoke for hours and had a great catch up on all the things you’d missed, you learning all about Strictly and Dianne while he listened intently as you told him about your life and work.

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miniwrites1 · 6 years ago

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It’s The Sugg Life (Part 2)- Joe Sugg

Request - Are u going to do a part 2 to the Joe Sugg imagine? It was really good:)

A few months later…

Life had been different without Joe, it had been slower and calmer. You hadn’t heard from him since you’d split up. After that you’d taken time away from everything, social media mainly. Your way to tackle hate was to avoid it. After everything that had happened you left London, deciding to visit a few places that you’d never been to before. You travelled the length and width of the country, visiting Inverness, Cardiff, Norwich and Jersey. In fact, it had been the best month of your life so far. Just switching off had been good for you.

Now though, you were making your final stop in Jersey. It was the last place you’d visit before heading back to London to carry on with your life.

As you boarded your flight, you sent a message to your friend Chris. He was supposed to be picking you up from the airport once you’d landed. The flight to Jersey was a short one, an hour over all, therefore, it gave you very little time to contemplate what you’d say to Chris once you saw him. After the whole thing with Joe, you weren’t sure about how he’d react to you even though you’d been friends for years now.

Soon enough, your plane had landed in Jersey. You felt the nerves begin to build up, you were irrational. You knew that, but there was something bothering you in the back of your mind. Almost like the what-ifs were becoming too much. Before you knew it, you were through the airport and outside in the fresh Jersey air. You glanced around for a few moments before spotting someone flailing their arms at you, it made you laugh quietly. Walking over, you embraced Chris when you were close enough. He returned your hug tightly.

“Hey (Y/N), how’ve you been?” He asked caringly. You smiled at him.

“I’ve been alright, it’s been nice to take a break from everything, you know?” You replied.

Chris guided you over to his car and placed your bag into the boot. You hopped into the passenger seat and buckled yourself in. Chris soon joined you and began driving. You could feel the elephant in the room.

“So, how are things?” Chris started. You sighed a small sigh, you knew that this was coming.

“Honestly, not great. I miss him Chris, but I don’t know if I can ever go back to that part of my life. I don’t know if I want to.” You looked down at the floor of his car, taking interest in the trim of the floor mats.

“Then don’t. If it’s not what you want, then don’t do it. You need to take care of yourself (Y/N).” Chris replied. You saw him let out a small, reassuring smile. It made you feel slightly better to know that one of your good friends still supported you. You’d lost friends over the past few weeks, it just proved to you that sometimes you really don’t know who your true friends are.

Soon you arrived at Chris’ house. You grabbed your bag out of the car and followed Chris inside. He showed you the guest bedroom and left you to get settled in. You popped your bag down on the floor and pulled your phone out, sitting down on the bed.

You scrolled through some of your messages, replying to those that were important like the ones from your family and ignoring others. One message caught your eye though. It was from Joe, simply saying,

“Hey, can we talk?”

You stared at it for a moment, you didn’t know how to feel about it, unsure on whether you should reply or not. Taking a breath, you decided to reply.

“What do you want Joe?”

You replied, annoyed after everything that had happened. That was when your phone rang. It was Joe. You deliberated your options before hitting the answer key.

“Hello, Joe.” You said in a flat, disinterested tone. You heard him sigh.

“Hey (Y/N). How-how have you been?” He asked with a small falter in the middle. You could feel a sadness inside of you reappearing that hadn’t been there for a while.

“I’ve been ok.” You lied, you couldn’t tell him how you’d really been. “What about you?”

You heard him sigh. “I’ve been ok too.” There was a pause for a few moments, it felt like an age to you.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry for what happened. I really am. I should have stood up for you, but I didn’t. I never meant to make you feel the way that I did.” He blurted out. Your breath caught in your throat, not knowing what to say you let out a small squeak.

“Thank you. But I don’t know what you want me to say, Joe.” You replied, your voice trembling slightly.

“I didn’t want you to say anything, I just wanted you to listen.” Joe replied, he sounded relieved in a sense but also sad. You made a noise in acknowledgement, allowing Joe to keep speaking.

“I miss you (Y/N), I want you to come home.” He said genuinely. You felt a sinking feeling in your chest. This is what you were unsure about.

“Joe, I don’t know about that.” You said, your voice laced with sadness. Joe’s breath caught. You could hear it.

“Please. Just please come home.” You could hear his voice crack as he asked.

“I’m sorry Joe, I can’t. I’m sorry.”

You hung up the phone and threw it on the floor, not wanting to look at it anymore. The pain you felt was intense and raw, tears streamed down your face. Your breath catching in your throat as a sob escaped. You couldn’t believe what had just happened.

It was a new beginning, you just weren’t sure if it was for the best.

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itshollandsgirl · 6 years ago

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Imagine getting food with Joe for you, Zoe, Alfie and himself.

“Babe, what’ya want?” “Can I get a salad? No fries. No, burger and salad. No, I don’t know.” “What’ya mean you don’t know? You had ten minutes maybe even longer to figure out what you wanted.” “I don’t know Joseph, don’t yell at me!” “I’m not, I’m saying you should know by now!” “Chose for me, please.” “Jeezus, you’re lucky I bloody love ya so much.”

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chocolatemillkk · 6 years ago

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Right Decision (JS)

A/N: Just something I wrote a while back and since it was one of the few imagines actually completed I’ll just post it up. :)

I look at myself in the mirror, not actually seeing my reflection as my mind wanders to a million other thoughts. It was probably quite early. I hadn’t actually checked the time when I slipped out of bed but the sky outside was still dark-no hint of a rising sun. Way too early to be up.

But I just couldn’t fall back asleep when I woke up and adjusted to my surroundings. My anxious heart and overthinking mind kept battling until I had to get up and splash my face with cold water, telling them both to shut up.

I glance under the mirror to the products-very different than mine-that litter the sink. The dark-coloured “manly” hair products, shaving cream on the shelf, fancy lotions and I smile at the bath bombs. Joe was always going on about how he needed a good bath. I glance at the wide bathtub behind me and sigh, resting the weight of my body against the sink.

It had been months of friendship, shifting to flirting, slowly becoming annoying to everyone else who knew the both of us. “When are you two getting together?” Everyone always asked, usually in a frustrated tone. It only made Joe and I laugh though, secretly happy to take our sweet time falling together. The flirting and the teasing was fun-neither of us denied that. But then last week, in a surprise gesture he’d formally asked me out and last night was the dinner date we were both stupidly nervous for. The conversation felt too formal, the food tasted like sawdust, and we were holding our breath until the end. It was only once we’d come back to Joe’s, in our familiar place, that we began to relax and laugh about the tense dinner.

“I was almost scared that asking you on a date was the wrong move,” Joe laughed over a beer. The two of us had settled outside on his balcony. “It was a terrible dinner.”

“Awful.” I agreed. “I think we put too much pressure on it.”

“I think everybody put too much pressure. My hands were shaking-did you see them?”

“No,” I laughed. “I definitely would have poked fun at you if I had seen them.”

“I bet you would,” Joe scowled jokingly before he stretched his leg out towards me. I slapped it away, not wanting his big toe in my face.

“But anyway,” Joe had finally said after we’d fallen silent. His serious tone made my heart race, especially as he placed his bottle onto the floor to free his hands. My eyes stayed fixed on his as he slid closer. “Now that all the shite’s been cleared away, I know I made the right decision.”

“How would you know for sure,” I challenged. “When you haven’t even kissed me yet?”

Joe raised an eyebrow, impressed by my forwardness. His hands came up to stroke my cheek, “Guess I’ll have to just,” he guided my face towards him. “Make sure.” He muttered before he kissed me.

I had to remember to close my eyes because I was shocked despite the lead-up. But as soon as I relaxed, instinct took over and I was pushing into him to take it further. And in no time, we’d taken it the furthest it could go.

“Definitely the right decision,” Joe had grinned afterwards. We lay in bed facing each other, unable to keep the grins off of our faces.

“I’m still not too sure,” I teased which led to a play fight, Joe making sure I paid for the comment by tickling me until I couldn’t breathe.

But now at an ungodly hour, standing in front of his bathroom mirror, my head is reeling with all the highs and lows and all the emotions last night created. I touch my lips and smile, this was a first for me. This high I felt, a rushing emotion that inflated my chest with a certain happiness every time I thought about him. About us...I wasn’t certain, but I was pretty sure I was totally head over heels in love with him.

With one last glance in the mirror, I close the light and walk back to bed. I check my phone for the time and I’m glad to see I still had plenty of time to lay sleeping beside Joe.

I slide between the sheets, staring at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of Joe’s flat around me. I don’t realise I’d waken him until he shifts towards me and his arms wrap around my waist.

“Where’d you go?” He mumbles sleepily into my neck.

“Bathroom-I was putting hair dye in your conditioner,” I smile.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” his voice rumbles beside me. I turn to him, suddenly knowing for certain now that I loved him. Or I could love him and I will. Did everything he say have to sound so damn perfect?

“Go back to sleep,” I whisper, kissing his nose.

“Mhm,” he agrees, his warm hand creeping up my shirt to rest on my back. “Sleep.”

I stroke his slightly stubbled cheek, enjoying my chance to admire him this close. But he soon grabs my hand away and holds it between us, his eyes remaining closed. My heart swells. How did I get so lucky, I think, as I drift off to sleep myself. Things were always heading in this direction in an obvious way to everyone-even us. But I never imagined just how right it would feel until now. It was most definitely and without a doubt the right decision.

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forever-dancing-in-a-daydream · 6 years ago

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Jack Maynard- Club Night

Summary- You meet Jack and his friends in a club and things get interesting.

a/n- I wrote this ages ago and forgot to post! Hope you enjoy. Feel free to send requests not just for the buttercream squad but for the Dolan twins too!

"Omg y/n look its Jack and Conor Maynard with all their friends!" Your best friend, Olivia squealed as she pointed over to a group of rather attractive guys.

You were out at a club called Drama having a bit of fun with all your friends. You didn't know much about this group of boys your best friend was currently basically hyperventilating over but you'd heard their names and been shown their videos once or twice by her.

"We've got to go talk them they're so hot! Oh my god, we're in a club with celebs!"Olivia screeched.

"Sure but I call dibs on Joe!" Your other friend announced.

"If they're as famous as you guys say why are they gonna want to talk to us-" Before you fully finished your sentence Olivia grabbed your arm and dragged the group over to them.

You were trying to act uninterested but as you got closer a blond boy with piercing blue eyes caught your attention.

Your friends rushed over to talk to them and ask for photos but you lingered at the back.

While Olvia and your other friend were gushing over two boys with curly brown hair the blond was slowly made his way over to you.

You looked down at your drink pretending like you hadn't noticed him.

"Hey, are you with them girls?" He asked, looking you up and down; you felt his eyes linger on your body.

"Yeh, I am" You smiled up at him.

"Don't want a picture?" He winked.

"Not to be rude but I don't really know who you are"

"Wow I am so offended" He said sarcastically and rolled his eyes, he nodded over at the bar "Come to get a drink with me?"

You hesitated for a minute but mentally said fuck it and followed him over to the bar.

"So I am Jack and you are?" He asked.

"Y/n and you're famous for what?"

"I'm a YouTuber, and my brother's singer."

"Ohh so you're known for having a famous brother and being hot?" You teased.

"Woah well I would be offended but you called be hot so I'll let you get away with it" He chuckled.

You two continued talking for a while, he was funny and easy to talk to. The way he watched you as you spoke made your stomach fill with butterflies and every so often you'd notice him biting his lip. You could already tell he was quite a flirt.

Awhile later your friends came over with each with a boy with his hand wrapped around their waist.

"Aye mate we're all heading back now," Said the one next to Olivia how you thought might be Conor, Jacks brother.

"Have a good night" Said the one next to your other friend, you presumed he was Joe; he looked over at you and winked.

You all said your goodbyes as they got in cabs, leaving you and Jack standing outside together.

"Want to come back to mine?" Jack smirked.

"Mmh okay but don't get any ideas!" You joked making him laugh.

Jack called a cab and you stood in the chilly weather waiting for it, you shivered.

"You look cold," He said as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

"What a gentleman" You giggled "Thank you'.

Finally, it arrived and Jack held open the door for you to get inside and then got in.

You were rather excited to be going back to his apartment, he was a celeb after all and well he was .. attractive to say the least.

He sat close to you in the taxi, his knee gently brushing against yours every so often. You were pretty sure he was doing it on purpose.

When you got to the apartment Jack ordered pizza and you sat on the sofa eating it.

"Jesus have we really been out that long," He said and pointed towards the window.

There were deep orange colours beginning to appear on the horizon. You got up and rushed over to it.

Jack was watching, thinking how pretty you looked a the glow from the sunrise hit your face.

"Come, look at how beautiful it is!" You called.

"Sure the views pretty but you're prettier" He joked, causing you to laugh.

He turned you to look at him and tucked the hair that was on your face behind your ear. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned down slightly, bringing his face closer to yours. He lingered for a moment as if checking to see if you were going to stop him, you didn't.

You thought he was going to kiss you but instead, he planted kisses up your neck and just under your ear. You pushed your body close to his, closing what little space there was left between you. As you tilted your head slightly you crashed your lips into his.

The kiss got heated as he ran hands down your ass and grinded his hips into yours. You two ended up making out more on the sofa.

And let's leave the rest to the imagination shall we, hah.

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