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I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME – Chapter 07

🏒❤️ A Hockey Romance feat. modern!Sukuna

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: College AU, Hockey AU, fluff + smut Playlist: I wanna be your Endgame Word Count: 5.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, cigarettes. Fuckbuddies to lovers. Reader is a creative writing student. Sukuna is an ice hockey player + history student. This story will have approximately 12 chapters. Minors don't interact. Header by me. Divider @/benkeibear

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If someone told you a few weeks ago that you would spend hours in the library, studying in comfortable silence with the resident hockey star, you would have laughed at them and told them they were crazy. But here you are, on a Wednesday afternoon, sitting across from Sukuna at a small table in the library, surrounded by your classic literature books and Sukuna's history books, studying together as if it is the most natural thing ever.

Sukuna bumped into you this morning, Grinning at you and telling you to meet him after class so you could have lunch together. And considering your little fuckbuddies arrangement and how close the two of you got through it, you found yourself raising a teasing eyebrow at him and asking in a flirty voice,

"And how do you know our classes end at the same time? Be honest, Sukuna. Are you following me around?"

And he smirked that equally teasing smirk at you,

"There's no need for that, princess. I don't need to stalk you like some fucking creep. I know we both have classes in this wing on Wednesdays, and I know both our classes end at 11:30. It's not following around. It's called having a brain. Also, I wouldn't be where I am in life if I didn't plan ahead. Remember this: I am always in control. I always plan things."

"So, what is your plan with me?"

A smug smirk spread over Sukuna's face, and he leaned down, cupping your chin,

"Take you to lunch and then to the library since I know we both have no classes after lunch, and I have to study history, and you have to study literature. So we are going to spend the afternoon sharing a table at the library."

With that, he had left for his class, making you stand there grinning and looking after him, gaze trailing down Sukuna's deliciously v-shaped body, from his broad shoulders down to his narrow hips and that firm ass in his tight black jeans.

And now you sit in the library across from him, and you have to admit that Sukuna is a surprisingly nice study partner. He is very focused on his work. You watch him from time to time, watch how completely immersed he is in the things he is researching. The way his tattooed face scrunches up at times and the way his lips twitch when he finds something that amuses him. You realize one thing: The popular star player is a little nerd when it comes to the things he's interested in. Be it hockey, working out, or history.

You feel low-key bad for assuming Sukuna was the typical dumb jock who only cares about his sports. The truth is, he is actually at the top of all his classes. And it's not just because Sukuna got lucky and has the brains to get top grades without having to study. While Sukuna is naturally smart, he isn't someone who relies only on his talents. The resident star player isn't lazy. He works hard for his success. On the ice and in his classes.

You know how often Sukuna goes to the gym to work out and that he gets up at ungodly hours each morning to go for a morning run, no matter how shitty the weather is. He also analyzes the games of his opponents and works out tactics to win against them. Always planning everything, always making sure he is a step ahead.

And apparently, Sukuna shows the same ambition and dedication when it comes to studying. He is sitting here in the library, surrounded by old books, making color-coded notes and even occasionally putting on a pair of reading glasses so he can decipher the small fonts in his books. Sukuna is organized, disciplined, and hardworking. He is intelligent and ambitious but also very passionate about the things he enjoys. Driven by the desire to be the best, but also truly devoted. It is something you respect. And it is also sexy as hell.

You smile to yourself as you look up from your book and watch Sukuna tapping a tattooed finger on a passage in his history book as if he fully agrees with what is being said there. You think that most people who see him on campus or on the ice don't know that Sukuna is an intelligent nerd hiding in the body of a dumb jock and behind the appearance of a bad boy who likes to pretend he doesn't give a fuck.

Maybe Sukuna is good at hiding his true nature from everyone else but not from you. Your smile grows bigger, realizing that you can read Sukuna like a book. Analyzing him is like analyzing the characters in the novels you read. And Sukuna is such a lovely, complex character. Maybe you should use him as your muse for the next short story you write?

Suddenly, maroon eyes look up from the book they were studying and instead look deeply into yours.

"What happened to studying, Miss? I know I'm more interesting than your books, but if you want to get a good grade for your assignment, you better look into one of those books before you instead of just staring at me."

Sukuna's smirk is downright rude with how smug it is, and you huff loudly, rolling your eyes, about to complain, but you get distracted by Sukuna placing a large lunch box in the middle of the table and opening it to reveal a delicious-looking homemade banana bread. Wordlessly, he pushes the box toward you, and you sigh softly and take a slice of the banana bread that tastes just as good as it looks.

Sukuna's eyes are on you as you chew, and when you tell him it tastes delicious, a small smile plays around his lips that looks so genuinely happy and proud that it makes your chest feel strangely warm.

It's Saturday, and you are where you always are now when the Tigers have a home game: In the hockey arena, watching Sukuna being the King of the Ice who is turning the whole arena into his personal throne room.

You can't help but bite your lip when you watch Sukuna skating/running over the ice with the puck securely under his control, eyes focused on the goal ahead, not letting anyone stop him, making the rival players who try to get in his way, drop to the floor after several brutal body checks from The King of Curses. He looks so cool when he slams his opponents into the boards, a smirk flashing behind his face cage, maroon eyes alight with that mad, happy glint he always gets when he is on a victory streak.

And those eyes find you in the stands again, locking the two of you in an intense gaze while you grin matching grins at each other. The whole arena is chanting Sukuna's name, but his eyes are only on you. The star player and his lucky charm.

It leaves you feeling light-headed, adrenaline sizzling through your veins not just because of the high-speed game and the loud, euphoric mood in the arena but also because of your little interaction with Sukuna.

You see images flash in your mind of you and him lying naked in his bed last night. The way Sukuna was on top of you, looking so gorgeous with his biceps flexed from bracing himself on the bed while fucking you in missionary, almost as if he was using it as a workout, doing pushups on top of you.

And you were admiring the sight and moaning softly while letting Sukuna fuck you with those lazy, slow strokes while he told you about the tactics he worked out for today's game. Until his thrusts became erratic, and instead of ice hockey tactics, all that came out of his mouth were those sexy low groans and raspy breaths.

After the game, you walk down the stairs that lead to the plexiglass surrounding the rink, already seeing Sukuna skate over with his helmet under his arm, running a large hand through his sweaty pink hair, a big proud grin on his face. You grin, too, as you stop in front of the plexiglass to congratulate him, and Sukuna winks at you,

"Thanks for the good luck, princess. See, I told you my new pre-game routine is great."

You feel your face become hot, knowing full well that you are the pre-game routine he's talking about. Or, more precisely: Sukuna fucking you as stress relief while rehearsing his tactics. But you cover up how flustered you are by laughing and winking at Sukuna, too,

"It's always a pleasure to help."

You spend more time over at Sukuna's dorm, and it's not all that awkward anymore when you walk out of his room and run into Yuuji.

Maybe it's because Yuuji is naturally someone who is really nice and makes you feel very at ease around him, or it is because spending so much time with Sukuna has made you become more shameless and more confident. Either way, you just smile and greet Yuuji when you see him sitting on the couch in the living area, controller in hand, playing Mario Kart. And he smiles his big sunshine smile and waves you over,

"Hey, do you wanna play a few rounds with me?"

You smile and nod, joining him on the couch and taking the second controller he hands you.

Maybe you should feel embarrassed because Yuuji's twin brother just fucked you doggy style on his bed a few minutes ago, making you sob into his pillow with how good the dick was, and you are pretty sure you still smell like sex, and Sukuna's cologne, but you cannot bring yourself to care. It's too comfortable here on the couch, and Yuuji is so welcoming and uncomplicated. Somehow, you like that Sukuna's brother treats you like this, as if you belong in this dorm, too. As if you are Sukuna's girl.

Your breath hitches at the thought, but you get over it a second later when a red turtle shell hits your kart and makes you scream loudly while Yuuji laughs.

Sukuna strolls past the couch, ruffling first his brother's and then your hair, making both of you complain and swat at his hand, but he just laughs that low laugh and casually strolls into the kitchen area.

Your gaze strays to Sukuna's tall, buff body for a few seconds. He is only wearing grey sweatpants, sitting so low that you can see the elastic band of his black boxer briefs. You are so distracted that you crash your kart into a fence, quickly scrambling to get back into the race.

"Hey, princess, you staying for dinner?"

You blink and gaze once again at the pink-haired boy in the open kitchen. Sukuna is grinning lazily at you, holding a pan and a spatula in his hands. You raise an eyebrow,

"Do you mean you are going to cook something?"

"Yeah, is that so surprising?"

"Well, yeah... I assumed you only eat your protein stuff and cooked chicken. I am not staying for that. I can eat a real meal at home."

"Oh, shut up. You will sit your pretty ass on my kitchen chair and eat the fucking food I cooked, and you will love it."

To your surprise, Sukuna can actually cook. Really well, too. You nod when he asks you if the princess would like a second helping. And you see the genuine, proud smile on his tattooed face when you praise his cooking skills. It's actually cute how happy Sukuna seems when he sees you enjoying the food he cooked.

And you have to admit to yourself that having dinner together with Sukuna and his brother makes you feel even more at ease spending time in their dorm outside of having sex with Sukuna.

The first time you tell Sukuna to come over to your dorm is on a Tuesday evening when you know Nobara has plans with Maki, which will keep her out of the apartment for several hours.

Sukuna 🏒👑: What are you doing tonight, princess?

You: Nothing, really. Wanna come over?

Sukuna 🏒👑: Bet. See you after my workout.

You aren't even nervous anymore at the prospect of the hockey star coming over. You just feel this very nice and excited buzz at the thought that in an hour, you will have sex with Sukuna.

It feels so natural. So uncomplicated. You just hop quickly into the shower and afterward don't even bother picking a nice outfit, but just slip into a random pair of fresh panties and socks and grab the comfiest clothing item you own, Sukuna's white hoodie.

When Sukuna knocks on your door twenty minutes later, you open the door, wearing only your panties and his hoodie, and smile up at him with a breathless chuckle.

"Hey, Kuna. How was your workout?"

But Sukuna doesn't reply but stops in the open doorway, staring at you with wide maroon eyes. You wonder if it was the nickname you unintentionally used that caused this reaction. It makes your lips lift in an even broader smile, your pulse sizzling with a strange kind of power. For the first time since you started to interact with Sukuna, you feel like you have the upper hand.

Sukuna's maroon eyes trail hungrily over your body. Over your naked legs and his white Tigers hoodie. A moment later, he is on you, banging the door shut behind him as he drops his sports bag and grabs your waist, picking you up and slamming you against the wall, silencing your surprised squeal with his lips in a hungry, demanding kiss, that makes your head spin.

You giggle into the kiss as your hand caresses Sukuna's neck, fingertips running over the short stubble of his undercut, and Sukuna makes that sexy noise in the back of his throat again, that little growl that makes your fingers grab his soft pink hair and pull him even closer, opening your mouth further to let him lick your tongue with those deep, sexy caresses.

Sukuna carries you to your bedroom, throwing you on your bed, where you land with a breathless chuckle that turns into a soft moan when Sukuna joins you on the bed, his large hands pulling your panties down impatiently while his soft lips trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down your legs.

Sukuna yanks off his shirt, followed by his sweatpants and boxer briefs, making you lick your lips when you see his gorgeous hard cock slap heavily against his firm abs. So hard for you, so ready to fuck you into bliss.

Your hands wander to the hem of the hoodie, but Sukuna shakes his head, maroon eyes boring deeply into yours,

"Leave it on."

And so your little fantasy that you had when you first got Sukuna's hoodie becomes real. You are on your bed, straddling Sukuna's lap, only wearing his hoodie and nothing else, your wet pussy rubbing over his hot hard cock, gasping anytime his thick mushroom head catches on your clit. And Sukuna is beneath you, cursing and groaning, his large hands slipping under the hoodie to hold your waist, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watches you.

"Yeah, princess, like that. Slick my cock up. Make it all wet and messy so I can fuck you real nice."

He flips you over after a while, pushing your thighs apart, revealing your pussy to his hungry gaze, moaning while he fists his cock and pumps it a few times while his thumb brushes over your clit, circling it slowly, making you whine loudly, babbling about how much you want his cock.

And Sukuna grabs your hips and pulls you towards him, pushing into you with a hard, deep thrust that makes both of you gasp loudly. He doesn't waste a second but humps against you, fucking you at a hard deep pace. You feel delirious when Sukuna's calloused hands trail over your legs, putting them on his shoulders, and you suddenly can feel him even deeper in you.

It draws a loud, shaky sob from your lips as you cling to Sukuna's arms, digging your nails into his bulging biceps as he fucks you with those deep strokes that make your legs dangle from his broad shoulders in rhythm with his hard thrusts.

The hoodie rides up during the hard fuck, and you see Sukuna looking down, watching his slicked-up cock push in and out of your creamy pussy, and it makes you clench around him, so turned on by his gaze.

Sukuna is so sexy, all buff muscles which flex with every roll of his hips, sweat glistening on his tattooed skin, low grunts falling from his lips as he fucks you so deep and so good, making you think you might be addicted to his dick.

You breathe out his name, "Kuna...", your hands squeezing his biceps as you get pushed into the mattress rhythmically, gasping anytime Sukuna's thick mushroom head caresses your g-spot, sending you closer and closer to the edge, each deep stroke making a fluttery sensation fill your belly.

You mewl loudly when you cum around Sukuna's cock, your heels digging into his broad, muscular back, your pussy tightening so much around him that he hisses loudly.

And Sukuna fucks you even harder, chasing his own orgasm. He yanks on the hoodie, pushing it up to reveal your tits to him, watching as they bounce wildly with how hard he is fucking you.

He pulls out just in time for his orgasm, letting his hot cum rain down on your tits and your belly, and your pulsing clit while a series of sexy low groans falls from his lips.

You look at Sukuna in awe. How he kneels between your legs, so sexy and big, his twitching cock still in his hand, his eyes wandering hungrily over your body with the hoodie pushed up to reveal your skin covered in Sukuna's thick milky seed. And you can't help but moan, feeling so sexy like this, so desired, tits covered in Sukuna's cum, pussy still pulsing hotly from the mind-boggling orgasm Sukuna fucked out of you.

You smile dazedly up at Sukuna, barely holding yourself back from telling him that you think his dick is your favorite thing in the world, and he grins down at you with that charming smirk,

"You look so fucking good in my hoodie. I should get you more team merch, princess."

Sukuna seems to feel at home at your dorm, too, much to Nobara's dismay. You watch with growing amusement how she and Sukuna interact with each other. Always just waiting to say something rude to the other while their eyes glow with devilish fun.

Sukuna shamelessly struts out of your room, only wearing his low-sitting grey sweatpants and no shirt, his neck adorned with your lipstick marks, and his broad back full of the scratches your fingernails left there. He strolls casually into your kitchen, yanking open the fridge and getting some milk as if he lives here.

You lean in your open door, wearing his hoodie, watching him with a dazed smile on your face while Nobara casts a scandalized look at Sukuna's bare chest and the milk carton he brings provocatively to his lips, drinking straight out of the carton before he smirks his typical rude smirk at your dormmate,

"Hey, Ginger. Got a problem?"

"Hey, Kirby. Yeah, I think you should wear a shirt, and I hope you know that you have to pay for that milk!"

Sukuna laughs and walks past her, the milk container firmly in his tattooed hand, tilting his head back to gulp down even more of the milk. And Nobara's eyes widen comically as she sees Sukuna's broad back with all the scratch marks your fingernails left on it.

"Are the two of you animals or what?"

But you see the grin tugging at her lips. This is exactly the type of stuff your dormmate enjoys, and you burst out laughing at her comment, which turns into a giddy squeal when Sukuna picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you back into your room while he smirks at Nobara holding up the milk container in his hand to wave mockingly with it, while his other hand sprawls over your ass.

"Thanks for the milk. Now I have the strength for another round. You better wear some headphones if the noise bothers you. I know we will be loud."

You whine his name, begging him to stop embarrassing you, but you can't stop the laughter from creeping into your voice. And Sukuna just gives your ass a squeeze and grins and cocks his head,

"You trying to shut me up, princess? There's a better way to do that. Give my mouth something other to do."

And his mouth is really busy doing something other a few minutes later when he has you on your bed with your thighs pushed apart by those strong tattooed hands while Sukuna kneels on the floor between your legs, his face buried between your thighs, his lips and tongue pampering your pussy while his nose pushes against your clit.

He's making out loudly with your pussy, leaving loud smacking kisses on your puffy clit, and writing his name on it with his tongue. And you gasp and whimper and tug on Sukuna's pink hair as your hips buck in helpless pleasure, every thought of your dormmate erased from your pleasure-clouded mind.

"I can't ice skate. I never tried it."

You didn't think it was possible, but Sukuna seems to be rendered speechless upon your little confession during lunch. His hand, which was about to bring his usual cooked chicken to his mouth, stops in midair, and he stares at you with wide eyes as if you told him you don't know how to read.

"How can you never have been ice skating? What the fuck, princess?"

You laugh and shrug,

"I don't know. My town didn't have an ice skating arena, and none of my friends ever went ice skating, so...."

"That's absolutely ridiculous and unacceptable."

"Why? I think a lot of people never..."

You can't even finish the sentence before Sukuna interjects,

"I will teach you."

"What? Um, no, I... I am really unathletic and everything. I will probably be terrible at it."

"That's why you get me as your personal coach. You can learn from the best. Come to the arena at 7:00 tonight. I can teach you after training. Feel special. You'll get a private lesson from the Ice King."

Sukuna winks playfully at you, and even though you already feel your face get hot at the thought of how much you will probably embarrass yourself, you can't help but smile.

You enter the arena half an hour before your private lesson, sitting on the row directly behind the player's bench to watch the ice hockey team's practice while your pulse flutters more nervously with each passing minute. The ice looks intimidating. Hard and cold and unforgiving if you slip and fall.

When you look at Sukuna, who is currently speeding from one side of the rink to the next, it looks easy, of course. But you don't even want to think about how you will fare.

The coach claps his hands and announces the training is over, and the Tigers pile out of the rink, grabbing their stuff from the bench and leaving for the locker room without paying much notice to you. Yuuji and Todo pass you with big grins and reach out to high-five you, not even questioning why you are here during their practice.

And then Sukuna stops before you. Your heart jumps to your throat as you lift your head to look up at him.

He is so tall and broad in his hockey attire, with that smug smirk on his tattooed face. He extends a large hand to you, and you sigh and take it, letting him pull you to your feet, where you wobble immediately on the ice skates you are wearing. You gasp and tighten your hold on Sukuna's hand, clinging to him and exclaiming,

"Oh shit! Maybe we should call it a day. I will just make a fool of myself or break a leg or something!"

But Sukuna just laughs that amused, low laugh and his strong arm reaches around your waist, steadying you. He cocks his head and smirks at you,

"Come on, princess, do you really think I would let you fall? Haven't I already proved on our very first encounter that I am very good at catching you?"

His smirk grows even bigger, even more charming, and he winks at you, making your stomach feel a bit too fluttery, and you can't tell anymore if it is really just from the anxiety of standing on ice skates for the first time in your life, or if it has something to do with that boyish smirk on the star player's face.

But you feel safer now that Sukuna is holding you. Sukuna's grip on you is reassuringly strong as he slowly leads you toward the ice. He lets you hold on tightly to him without complaining, even as your nails dig painfully into his skin. His strong arm steadies you, keeping you safely on your feet.

You reach the ice, and your pulse flutters. Sukuna lets go of you after he makes sure you are holding onto the boards. He steps on the ice casually as if he is just walking on regular ground. It looks so natural when he does it.

And then Sukuna turns around to grin at you, extending his large hand again, letting you take it into your smaller hand,

"Come here, princess. I'll catch you."

Without further warning, Sukuna tugs on your hand, pulling you onto the ice. You register what is about to happen, and you start complaining nervously, but your feet are already taking a step forward. And then you are on the ice, screeching embarrassingly loud when you feel your feet slip away from under you.

But you never land on the cold ice. Instead, you get pulled forward and slam into Sukuna's tall, broad body. Your face presses lightly against his chest, feeling his firm muscles and the soft material of his hockey jersey, inhaling his fresh and sexy scent laced with a tiny hint of sweat from his earlier training session. It smells enticing and reassuring somehow.

Your hand that's holding Sukuna's is clinging to him in a death grip while the other is grabbing his jersey tightly. You tilt your head back to look up at Sukuna's face, seeing his broad, amused smirk that immediately makes you roll your eyes and huff,

"Stop being so smug! I told you this is my first time!"

But Sukuna just laughs softly, and his other hand lands on your hip, gently pushing you a little bit to the back so you have to stand without leaning on him.

"Don't worry. I'll teach you how to ice skate if it is the last thing I do. Look at you, already being able to stand on the ice all by yourself!"

"But I am not.."

You start to say when Sukuna lets go of you for a moment, and you stare at him with wide eyes as you realize you are standing on the ice. A strangled laugh escapes your lips, but then you become too aware of the slippery ice beneath your feet, and you feel yourself slipping,

But Sukuna is there before anything can happen. He laughs and scoops you up into his strong arms, holding you princess-style.

"Come on, princess. I'll let you get a taste of how it feels to be on the ice."

He begins to skate across the rink with you in his arms, carrying you easily as if you weigh nothing. You laugh and wrap your hands around Sukuna's neck, your stomach tingling from the way he is skating across the ice with those fast, confident moves.

Sukuna does one lap around the rink with you in his arms before he carefully sets you down again. But his large hands hold yours securely, making sure you won't fall. He looks deeply into your eyes with his maroon eyes, which are so warm in this cold ice palace. And his lips lift in a little smile,

"Wanna give it a try now, too, princess? I will show you how. I promise I won't let go of you."

Sukuna is smiling so charmingly at you, and his low voice is so calm and serious, his hold on you reassuring and secure, and you realize that you trust Sukuna fully. You trust this scary-looking bad boy not to let you fall. You smile at him and nod softly,

"Ok. Show me, please."

You know that Sukuna is usually infamous for being a menace who scares the shit out of his opponents. A real devil on the ice.

But not tonight. Not when he is ice skating with you.

Sukuna is an amazing teacher. He is patient with you, never getting annoyed at your clumsiness. Instead, his large hand is holding yours safely, and his strong arm is wrapped around your waist, steadying you. His low voice in your ear encourages you. Praising you for every little thing you do. And you can't stop a stupid little smile from spreading over your face as you slowly glide over the ice at Sukuna's side.

"Don't be so tense, princess. Just lean on me. I got you, don't be scared. I won't let you fall. Trust me."

And you do trust him. You let out a breath and relax in Sukuna's strong arms, letting him take control. Letting him pick up speed while guiding you safely across the cold ice.

Sukuna skates with you all the way through the arena. Just the two of you on the ice while the arena sits in darkness and only the rink is illuminated. It could almost be romantic. You feel safe on his arm, weightless as you glide over the ice. It's an incredible feeling as if you are soaring through the air. The ice glitters prettily like a million diamonds. And Sukuna's hand on the small of your back radiates warmth even through your jacket.

You feel so safe in Sukuna's arms. And it's actually fun to skate across the ice, to feel the chilly air on your heated cheeks, to hear your own delighted laughter mingle with Sukuna's.

You are a bit out of breath when Sukuna digs the blades of his ice skates into the ice, bringing the two of you to a stop in front of the benches, grinning at you with such a genuinely happy expression on his tattooed face that it makes your heart clench and reach up to cup his cheek.

"Thank you, Kuna. That was really fun."

You gaze into each other's eyes for a long moment. Time seems to stand still. And then you are suddenly kissing.

You can't tell who initiated it, whether you were the first who let herself fall against Sukuna to get on your tiptoes to reach his lips or whether it was him who tightened his hold around your smaller body and pulled you against him. But suddenly, your lips are moving against each other in a slow, gentle kiss.

A kiss that doesn't lead to sex. A kiss that isn't born out of the heated desire to rip each other's clothes off. A slow, tender kiss that makes your head turn to mush and makes butterflies dance in your stomach when Sukuna pulls you even closer against his firm, tall body.

When you pull away, you open your eyes and look up at Sukuna, right when he opens his eyes too. And for a moment, you are astounded because you have never seen those beautiful maroon eyes look so soft.

Sukuna laughs, a large hand cupping your cheek, and he asks if you want to do one last round across the rink. You nod dazedly, letting him gently pull you along, gliding once again over the glittering ice. Almost as if the two of you are the prince and princess in some fairytale, kissing on the ice, skating together into your happily ever after.

It's not like that, of course. You have to remind yourself this isn't a fairytale. You aren't a couple. But on this evening, for an hour in this dimly lit hockey arena, what the two of you have feels magical.

Is there LOVE in the air? The private ice skating lesson was one of the first scenes I wrote for this AU, and it still gives me so many butterflies aaaahhhhh 💗💗 I want this so bad with him!! I hope you enjoyed it, too!

Writing this story is truly such a comfort to me, and I am so happy to hear that it brings y'all joy, too. Thank you so much for all the lovely feedback and for getting on this journey with me 💗

I hope you enjoyed the new chapter! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

In Chapter 8 Reader will struggle with her feelings ;)

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honeybelleee · 20 days ago

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Truth or Dare - S.JY

Synopsis - a house party, a game of truth or dare, and a shy guy's journey to lose his virginity. Will he succesfully beg the popular girl to be his first time?

Genre - classmates to lovers, soft dom!reader x sub!jake, smut, fluff

Warnings - loss of virginity (jake), pet names (baby), jake sorta crying, swearing, p in a v, shower sex, begging (y/n lowkey being a menace), oral (m & f receiving), protected sex (y/n is on birth control but not mentioned), riding

Belle’s Notes - THIS IS SO BAD SORRY BUT sub!jake AGENDA IS ON!!

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The house party was in full swing, with loud music and laughter filling the air. Jake, a tall and athletic guy with a shy demeanor, found himself surrounded by his rowdy soccer teammates, who were always eager to push him out of his comfort zone. They had dragged him to the center of the action, where a group of popular girls had gathered for a game of truth or dare. Among them was Y/n, the popular campus girl known for her flirty attitude and undeniable allure.

As the game progressed, the dares became bolder and the truths more revealing. When it was Jake's turn, one of the girls, a feisty redhead, shot him a mischievous grin. "Truth or dare, Jake?" she purred, leaning forward with a seductive gaze.

Swallowing nervously, Jake opted for truth, unsure of what to expect. The redhead's eyes sparkled with delight as she asked, "So, Jake, tell us about your best sex. Make it juicy!"

The room fell silent as Jake's face turned beetroot red. He shifted uncomfortably, his teammates' eyes widening in anticipation. After what felt like an eternity, he whispered, "Well, to be honest... I've never... I mean, I'm..."

"A virgin?" Y/n finished his sentence, her voice laced with surprise and a hint of amusement.

Jake nodded, his eyes fixed on the floor, feeling like a complete loser. The room erupted into a chorus of laughter and catcalls, with his teammates playfully shoving him.

"You've got to be kidding me!" one of his friends exclaimed. "You, a soccer star, a virgin? We gotta fix this, man!"

The next day, as Jake walked into his morning class, he felt all eyes on him, especially Y/n's. She couldn't help but notice his chiseled features and lean physique, despite his nervous demeanor. There was something about his innocent charm that intrigued her.

After class, as Jake gathered his books, Y/n approached him, her hips swaying confidently. "Hey, Jake," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "I couldn't stop thinking about last night. You were so cute, all red and flustered."

Jake's heart raced as he stammered, "Oh, um, yeah... that was... embarrassing."

Y/n's eyes narrowed playfully. "I have an idea to make it up to you," she whispered, leaning in close. "How about I help you lose your virginity? I promise it'll be unforgettable."

Jake's eyes widened, his mouth going dry. He had fantasized about this moment, but never imagined it would be with someone like Y/n. "R-really? Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "But there's a catch. You have to beg me for it."

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she turned and walked away, leaving Jake stunned and aroused.

Later that afternoon, Jake couldn’t get Y/n’s words out of his head. He replayed the moment in the classroom again and again, her seductive tone, the gleam in her eyes, and the way she had laid down her challenge. It gnawed at him, an intoxicating mixture of excitement and nervousness. But one thing was clear: she was serious. And she wanted him to beg.

The idea made his face flush with embarrassment, yet at the same time, something deep inside him stirred. There was an allure in it, in surrendering to Y/n’s playful dominance. Still, Jake wasn’t sure he could bring himself to do it. Could he really beg for this?

Hours passed, and Jake’s nerves got the best of him. He decided to text her. It was the easiest way to break the ice, or so he thought. With his hands trembling slightly, he typed out a message.

Jake: Hey Y/n. About what you said earlier…

He stared at his screen, wondering how to phrase the next part. He deleted and rewrote his text several times before settling on something simple.

Jake: I was wondering if you were serious?

Moments later, his phone buzzed. Y/n had replied almost instantly, which sent his pulse racing.

Y/n: What’s the matter, Jake? Too shy to beg already?

Jake’s heart sank. She was teasing him again, and his stomach twisted into knots. He could picture her smirking at her phone, imagining his nervousness.

Jake: I just didn’t know if you meant it.

Y/n: Oh I definitely meant it, but I’m not easy. If you really want this, you’ll have to show me how much you want it. And you’ll have to do better than a text.

Jake groaned inwardly, feeling a mix of frustration and helplessness. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he tried to think of a response that wouldn’t make him sound too desperate. But before he could type anything, another message came through.

Y/n: If you want me to take you seriously, you'll need to beg for it in person. Come find me.

His eyes widened at the challenge. Y/n was making this a game, a chase, and it was clear she wasn’t going to make it easy. The thought of tracking her down and confronting her face-to-face sent a jolt of anxiety through him. But beneath that anxiety, there was also a thrill.

The next few days passed like a whirlwind of anticipation and uncertainty. Y/n continued to toy with him during classes, throwing suggestive glances his way, flashing teasing smiles that left him flustered. At lunch, she’d walk by his table without saying a word, her hips swaying and her eyes gleaming as if daring him to follow. Every time she passed, Jake felt his breath catch in his throat, his chest tightening with the weight of what he was holding back. He wanted to approach her, but each time, his courage faltered.

His friends noticed something was off with him. Jay nudged him one day, grinning. “You good, man? You’ve been acting weird since that party. You and Y/n got something going on?”

Jake’s face flushed. “What? No, nothing like that,” he mumbled, trying to brush it off, but the truth was eating at him.

Every interaction with Y/n left him feeling more desperate, more vulnerable. She was relentless in her teasing, making him wait and wonder, never letting him forget that she held the power in this situation. It was driving him crazy.

Finally, one evening, after several nights of restless sleep and constant daydreaming about her, Jake couldn’t take it anymore. His heart felt heavy with the weight of his unspoken desire. He knew what he had to do. If this was a game, he was going to play it, but on her terms.

That night, as he stood outside Y/n’s dorm room, his heart raced in his chest, and his hands trembled with anticipation. His eyes were wide and teary with nerves. The soft light from the hallway flickered, casting long shadows, making the moment feel even more surreal. Jake took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was about to come.

Knocking softly on her door, he waited, his pulse thrumming in his ears. The door creaked open, revealing Y/n standing there, her eyes widening in surprise for a split second before she regained her composure. She leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms, her lips curling into that familiar teasing smile.

“Well, well, well,” she purred, her voice laced with amusement. “Look who decided to show up.”

Jake swallowed hard, his gaze shifting downward, unable to meet her eyes just yet. His heart was pounding so hard, he was sure she could hear it. “I... I’m here,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

Y/n’s eyebrow arched, clearly savoring his vulnerability. She tilted her head slightly, letting the silence linger, making him squirm under her gaze. “And why are you here, Jake? Did you need something from me?” Her voice was sweet, mocking, like she already knew the answer but wanted to hear him say it.

Jake’s hands clenched at his sides, his throat dry. “I... I can’t stop thinking about what you said,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “About... you helping me.”

She smiled, her eyes glinting with that same predatory gleam from before. “Helping you with what, Jake?” she asked innocently, feigning ignorance.

His breath hitched, and he felt his face burn with embarrassment. “With... with my virginity.”

She clicked her tongue, her expression turning mischievous. “Ah, that’s right. But I told you, Jake. If you want my help, you need to beg for it.” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “You’re going to have to do better than just show up at my door. I want to hear you say it.”

Jake’s chest tightened as the reality of the moment hit him. His knees felt weak, and his emotions swirled in a storm of anxiety and desire. He looked up at her, his eyes wide and pleading, his lips trembling as he forced the words out. “Please, Y/n... I... I want you to take my virginity. Please.”

Her smile widened, but she wasn’t satisfied yet. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “Not good enough, Jake. You’re going to have to convince me. Show me how much you really want it.”

Jake’s heart raced. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as the weight of his desperation crashed over him. This wasn’t just about lust anymore, it was about needing her approval, needing her to see him as worthy. “Please, Y/n,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m begging you. I don’t know what else to do... I want this... I need you.”

His eyes, now glossy with unshed tears, met hers, his expression so innocent and vulnerable that it gave Y/n pause. For the first time since this game began, Jake’s desperation seemed to crack her facade. The puppy-dog look on his face, the way his lips trembled and his eyes shimmered with raw, unfiltered emotion, finally made her relent.

She stared at him for a long moment, her playful smirk faltering slightly as she took in the sight of him, standing there, helpless, pleading for her. It was exactly what she had wanted from the beginning, but now that he was there, looking at her with those teary, pleading eyes, something inside her softened.

“Alright, Jake,” she whispered, her voice losing some of its teasing edge. She reached out and gently touched his cheek, brushing away the tear that had finally spilled over. “You’ve convinced me.”

She led him to the bed, where she gently pushed him down, straddling his waist. Her robe fell open, revealing her flawless, naked body. Jake's breath caught in his throat as he took in her perfect breasts and the smooth curves of her hips.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, reaching up to touch her, but she captured his hands, pinning them above his head.

"Not so fast, virgin," she teased, her breath hot against his ear. "I'm in control tonight."

With that, she leaned down, her lips finding his in a searing kiss. Her tongue danced with his, teaching him the rhythm of passion. She explored his mouth, claiming it as her own, while her hands roamed freely over his muscular chest and abs.

As their kiss deepened, Y/n ground her hips against his burgeoning erection, which strained against his pants. She moaned softly, feeling his hardness through the fabric. "Mmm, I can't wait to feel you inside me," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

She pulled away, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his toned torso. Her lips trailed kisses down his neck, biting and sucking gently, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. She unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, freeing his throbbing cock.

"Oh, you're so big," she murmured, wrapping her hand around his length, stroking him slowly. "And so hard for me."

Jake arched off the bed, his hands gripping the sheets as she brought him closer to the edge. Her skilled touch and teasing words had him trembling with need.

"Please, Y/n," he begged, his voice hoarse. "I need to be inside you."

With a sultry laugh, she climbed off him and positioned herself above his face. "First, I want you to taste me," she instructed, spreading her legs wide.

Jake needed no further encouragement. He dove between her thighs, his tongue seeking her hot, wet core. He lapped at her folds, his mouth devouring her sweetness, as she moaned and writhed above him.

"Yes, just like that," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair, guiding him. "You're a natural, Jake."

As he pleasured her with his tongue, she reached down, guiding his throbbing cock to her entrance. With one smooth motion, she impaled herself on his length, taking him deep inside her.

"Oh fuck!" Y/n cried out, her body trembling as she began to ride him. Her hips moved in slow, sensual circles, taking his shaft as she took control of the pace.

Jake's eyes rolled back as he felt her tight, wet heat enveloping him. He gripped her thighs, holding her in place as she rode him with increasing fervor. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and her moans filled the room.

"You feel so good, Jake," she panted, her nails digging into his chest. "I'm gonna come all over your hard cock."

Her words sent him over the edge. He thrust his hips upward, meeting her descent, as their bodies moved in perfect unison. Jake's cock swelled inside her, and he felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening.

"Cum for me Jake," Y/n demanded, her voice raspy with desire. "Fill me with your hot load."

Jake's body tensed as he erupted, his cum shooting deep inside her, coating her walls with his essence. Y/n cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her as she rode out their shared pleasure.

As their heart rates slowed, Y/n collapsed onto his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "That was incredible," she purred, kissing his neck. "I think you've officially lost your virginity."

Jake smiled and look down at the sheets, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relief while shyly fidgeting with his fingers.

"Let's make sure your aftercare is just as amazing," Y/n suggested, a devilish gleam in her eye. She led him to the shower, where they washed each other's bodies, their hands exploring every inch of skin.

As the warm water cascaded over them, Y/n dropped to her knees, taking his semi-hard cock into her mouth. She sucked and laved at him, her tongue swirling around the head, bringing him back to full erection.

"Oh fuck Y/n," Jake groaned, his hands tangling in her wet hair. "Your mouth feels incredible."

She deep-throated him, taking him all the way down, her eyes never leaving his. With each bob of her head, she increased the pace, her hand stroking his length in perfect sync.

Jake's legs trembled as he fought to hold back his orgasm, but Y/n was relentless. She wanted to taste him again, to feel his release on her tongue.

"One more time baby," she request, her voice muffled by his cock. "I want it all."

Her words sent him spiraling into ecstasy. He grabbed her hair, holding her in place as he thrust his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. With a guttural groan, he exploded, his cum shooting down her throat, filling her mouth with his warm seed.

Y/n swallowed eagerly, savoring his taste, before standing to kiss him deeply, sharing his essence.

They dried off and returned to the bedroom, where they snuggled under the covers, their bodies still glistening with post-coital sweat.

Jake held Y/n close, her head resting on his chest as they basked in the afterglow.

"Thank you, Y/n," Jake whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on her bare back. "You made my first time amazing."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Anytime, Jake. Losing your virginity is just the beginning. I can't wait to explore more with you."

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