When He Can Do This

when he can do this

but also this

Tequila Girl | J.H.

note: this was inspired by my night out in jersey after the devils clinched

summary: you and your friends go out to a bar to celebrate the devils and act a little devilish yourselves

warnings: alcohol consumption, slight violence, mentions of blood

wc: 2.5K

“The Devils clinched, baby!” You announce excitedly as you walk into the bar in Hoboken with your two best friends behind you. The people standing near you start cheering and hollering with excitement as you make your way to the bar.

The three of you sat on the glass behind the Devils’ net during the game against the Senators and you’ll never forget the way The Rock exploded when they announced that the Devil’s had clinched a playoff spot.

“I’m paying, I'm paying!” Your friend Sam pushes you out of the way as the bartender comes up to you to take your order. She tries handing the bartender her card and he looks at the three of you confused.

Your other friend, Elle, pats Sam on the back. “You have to order our drinks first, babe.”

Sam looks at you wide eyed. “Tequila time?”

“Tequila time.” You confirm with a grin. They both hate tequila but agreed to do a shot with you if the Devils won. The three of you went to Redd’s before to pre-game and do a few green tea shots. Each of you had three high noons during the game as well and Sam is already drunk. Elle is close behind her but you’re barely feeling a buzz. “Four shots of tequila, two vodka crans and a vodka sprite.” You tell the bartender.

“Four!?” Elle holds up four fingers as she looks at you in shock. “Who’s the fourth one for?”

“Me.” You laugh as Sam rests her head on your shoulder. “I need to catch up to you two.”

“Y/n getting drunk? This isn’t going to end well.” Sam murmurs. Having the highest tolerance, you’re usually the one taking care of everyone else at the end of the night but you want to celebrate tonight. Your boys clinched a playoff spot. That’s something to drink to.

The bartender pours your shots and hands you your drinks before taking Sam’s card to pay. “To the Devils!” Elle announces as you all cheer with your shots. You down your first one before reaching for your second one.

“Let’s go baby!” You pick up your drink and start dancing in your little area as the song changes. Man! I Feel Like a Woman starts playing and the three of you dance around the bar in your own little world.

The tequila works its magic and hits you quickly, you can feel yourself relaxing as you dance around with your friends. After four songs, you finish your vodka cran and place your empty cup on a random table. “I have to go to the bathroom.” Sam announces, grabbing your hand and handing her drink to Elle.

“I’ll be right here.” Elle tells you as you begin to lead Sam to the bathroom. You nod to her in acknowledgement. You all have unspoken rules in your friend group, Elle watches the drinks, you take care of Sam when she has to go pee every five minutes and Sam is the one that carries the purse with everyone’s things in it.

When you and Sam reach the bathroom, she has to wait in line to get into a stall. You stand in the corner by the sinks, waiting for her. As you adjust the Jack Hughes jersey on your body, a girl walks out of a bathroom stall and sneers at you.

“He’s so overrated.” She says as she goes up to the sink and begins to wash her hands. Ignoring her, you turn and look at yourself in the mirror to make sure your makeup still looks good. You’re properly tipsy now so it takes all of your concentration to fix your hair. “I bet you he gets injured the first or second game in the playoffs. He’s too small and not a very physical player he’s going to-”

“He’s 5’11.” You growl without looking at her.

She stops washing her hands and turns her body so she’s facing you. “What did you just say to me?”

You look at her in the mirror. “I said he’s 5 '11. He’s not that small. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sam comes out of her stall the same time this girl reaches over and rips your hoop earring right out of your ear. She smirks as she holds your earring in her hand. Sam’s eyes widen. “Y/n, no-“

Sam’s pleas fall on deaf ears because you’re already swinging your non-dominant hand toward the girl's face. Your fist connects with her brow bone, your finger slicing open from her eyebrow piercing. She drops your earring in surprise and you pick it up before turning to Sam. “Go ahead and wash your hands. She’s done.”

The girl runs out of the bathroom as you put your earring back in your ear. “Did that really just happen?” Sam asks as she begins to wash her hands. You shrug, a little unsure yourself.

Elle is in the same spot she was when the two of you left her, swaying back and forth holding both drinks in her hand. “Y/n got in a fight!” Sam tells her excitedly.

“With who?” Elle’s mouth falls open as she hands Sam her drink back.

“Some girl in the bathroom.” You shrug, looking over at the bar. “I need another drink.”

“Y/n, wait! Is that why you’re bleeding?” You ignore Elle and walk up to the bar, squeezing between two different groups of guys.

“Can I get a shot of tequila and another vodka cran?” You ask the bartender when he walks up to you. You pull your phone out of your pocket, intending to go on it while you wait but you get distracted by the picture of Jack on your lock screen and stare at it instead.

The bartender hands you your drink and pours your shot for you. “It’s all set.” The bartender tells you as you try to hand him money.

“What?” You look at him in confusion but he just points to the group of guys to the right of you before walking away. You don’t even glance at the men as you make your way back to your friends. You find Elle leaning up against the wall vibing to the music with her eyes closed. “Some guy bought me a drink.”

“Slay bestie queen.” Elle opens her eyes and gives you a lazy smile.

You giggle and take a sip of your drink. “Where’s Sam?”

Elle points to a table a few feet away. A man wearing a blue sweatshirt, jeans, and a white backwards hat is sitting on a stool. He looks vaguely familiar to you but you can’t really make out who he is because Sam is standing between his legs, kissing him.

“I need another drink.” Elle announces. “Let’s do shots too.” She drags you over to the bar and orders you both another drink and green tea shots.

“I have a drink.” You hold up your nearly full vodka cran.

“Chug it.” Elle shrugs.

You sigh, pulling the straw out of your drink and setting it on the bar. “Fuck it.” Bringing the glass to your lips, you start to gulp it down.

“Y/n!” someone yells your name and you jump in surprise, causing cranberry juice to drip on your white air force ones. You shake your head before continuing. Elle cheers you on as you finish the rest of the drink and set the empty glass on the bar.

“Your man bought us drinks again.” Elle giggles as she hands you your green tea shot.

“Cheers to that.” You both do your shots and then move away from the bar so you can dance. After a couple songs, Sam runs up to you.

“Pee time!” You hand your drink to Elle and lead Sam to the bathroom. There’s no one else in there so you both take a stall before meeting again at the sinks. “I made out with a hot man!” Sam tells you excitedly as you make eye contact with her in the mirror.

“I love that for you.” You giggle. “Where’s the jersey you were wearing?” You ask her once you realize she’s only wearing a red t-shirt and the large 91 is missing from her back.

Sam looks down at her outfit and then looks at you. “I asked him to hold it so I didn’t ruin it.”

“You gave a random man your jersey?” You look down at your own jersey in shock. You’d never give yours up.

“He’s not random, y/n.” Sam rolls her eyes at you, attempts to at least. She ends up moving her head in a circle. “He kissed me!”

“Are you gonna go kiss him again?” You ask her as the two of you make your way out of the bathroom.

“Heck yes I am!” she charges ahead of you into the crowd of people and you lose her as you weave in between people.

“There you are.” A man stops you, placing his hand on your arm to keep you still. “I was getting worried about you.” He’s wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, a black hat pulled low over his eyes. He leans into you to talk directly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re pretty.” You respond as you look up into his blue eyes. His cologne smells amazing and you take a deep breath so you can breathe him in.

He chuckles and brings his hand up to brush a stray lock of hair out of your face. “Thanks, gorgeous.”

Your cheeks flush as excitement bubbles up inside of you. “I’ll be right back.” You tell the cute guy before running over to Elle and Sam. “He called me gorgeous!” You tell them excitedly.

“Who did!? Tell me now!!” Sam starts jumping up and down, waiting for your answer.

“That guy!” You point to the pretty man who is standing with his friends a few feet away. All of them are clearly looking at you so you wave to them. The pretty man waves back. “Isn’t he cute?”

“Oh bestie boo.” Elle sighs and hands you your drink back. “Take this and go flirt with your man.”

“Flirt with him?” You shake your head. “No I can't, he's too pretty.”

“Go stick your tongue down his throat.” Sam gives you a little shove, pushing you toward the man.

You tumble into him but he quickly wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “You okay, baby?”

“I’m good.” You say as you lean into his warm chest. “My name is y/n.”

He laughs before taking a sip of his beer. “I’ve been waiting for you to come say hi since I got here.”

You look up at him, still too mesmerized by his eyes to figure out what he means. “What’s your name?”

He blinks at you a couple times. “Are you messing with me? Or are you that drunk?”

“I’m not drunk.” You insist as you try to stand straight up. “I’m moderately functional.”

He chuckles and looks over at Elle. “How much has she had?”

Elle bites her lip as she leans against the wall. “I have no idea. More than us.”

He squeezes your hip and you lean fully into him, allowing him to hold you upright. “You’re very cuddly.” Your murmur into the skin on his neck. He places a kiss on your forehead and before you can react, Sam is in your face.

“You two are so cute together! Oh my gosh. Aren’t they cute Dawson?” Sam turns to look at the guy she’s been making out with all night.

“Very cute.” Dawson confirms as he wraps his arms around Sam’s waist and squeezes her.

Pretty boy laughs. “It’s about time you two got together.”

“Shut it, Hughesy.” Dawson shoves the guy you’re leaning on, sending you both back into the bar.

“You’re all adorable.” Elle speaks up. “I love you guys so much.”

“I went to a hockey game tonight.” You say, more to yourself than anyone else. The events of the night are starting to slip away from you and you want to remember everything.

“Oh, yeah?” Pretty boy asks. “Was it a good game?”

“The best game.” You smile widely as you think about it. Pretty boy bends down and rushes your nose with his.

“I scored for you baby.”

Before his words can even sink in, Sam is yelling. “Someone hit Shara and he has a baby at home!”

“Jack, can you close my tab?” Dawson asks as he tries to get Sam to calm down.

“Jack?” You whip your head up to look at the guy that’s holding you up. “You’re Jack? I punched a girl for you!”

The smile drops from his face. “You what?” You hold up your hand with the cut on it to show him. He kisses the cut gently before kissing your cheek. “You’re a menace but I love you.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “You love me?”

“How’s it feel when your girlfriend gets so drunk she forgets that she’s your girlfriend?” A man that’s suddenly holding Elle up laughs.

“It’s kind of cute that I get to flirt with her all over again.” Jack laughs as he signals the bartender to close the tabs. “She’s coming home with me either way.”

You look over at your friends who are both being supported by Jack’s friends. “I’m so sleepy.” You announce.

“We’re going to go home, baby.” Jack assures you as he starts handing out receipts to the correct people. “Sam, do you want to go home with Daws or stay with Y/n and I?” He asks.

“I’m staying with him.” Sam, who’s clinging to Dawson like he’s a life preserver, says with her eyes closed.

Jack kisses the top of your head before looking at your other friend. “Elle, Mike is going to help you to the car okay?”

“Okay.” She smiles dreamily at Mikey as he pushes them both off the wall.

The six of you are a sight to behold as you leave the bar a little after one am. Jack makes sure all of your friends get home safely before he takes the two of you back to his apartment. “Are you going to have sex with me?” You ask him hopefully as he helps you undress.

“Not tonight baby.” He kisses your bare shoulder before sliding one of his t-shirts over your head.

You pout as you turn to face him. “Why not?”

He laughs and pulls you in for a hug. “An hour ago you didn’t remember we were dating. You’re drunk, y/n. You need to go to sleep.”

“It’s the tequila's fault.” You insist. “Can we cuddle at least?”

“Of course we can my tequila girl.” He chuckles as you both climb into bed. You settle with your head on his chest and he kisses you softly before making sure you’re covered up. “I love you.” You’d respond but you’re already asleep.

Tag list: @mikayladavis @cammie1634

do you not like matty? no one’s gonna bash you if you don’t i was just wondering

i don’t really care about him. i used to like him, but then i saw all these pictures exposing him for talking to underage girls, and that just threw me off tbh.

Hi I absolutely love your writing! 💗 I don’t know if you’re accepting requests, but I had an idea for a Jack Hughes imagine based on the song “Only Angel” by Harry Styles. Maybe friends to FWB. One night they hookup and he’s cocky and thinks he’ll have to teach her so much but, “ it turns out she’s a devil in the sheets”

hey love! thank you so much 🤍 i do take requests and it’s always open and you just gave me the biggest inspiration with your request. i am simply obsessed with this song hope you enjoy this, it’s hot hot hot.

inspired by only angel by Harry Styles, i recommend listening to the song while reading ;)

you guys need holy water after this one i am not kidding 🥵

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 || 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 18+

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Jack Hughes x Best Friend!Reader

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 - 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jack swore he met an angel the second he laid eyes on his best friend but after years of friendship he realizes he doesn’t know everything about you.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content, smut, dirty talk, cursing, sexual tension, jealousy, possessiveness, friends with benefits relationship, friends to fwb to lovers? sex, oral, slight degradation, spanking, hair pulling, choking, spitting, raw fucking (wrap it before you tap it folks), kinks, filth, filth, and more filth (+ some fluffy and cute moments)

If you are below the age of 18 and or you are not comfortable with the warnings above, please don’t read this!

𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Angel

It’s what Jack would call you ever since he met you.

It happened when your family moved next to Hughes family, 7 year old Jack first laid his eyes on 7 year old you who was hiding behind your fathers legs, your grip tight— Jack spotted the curly pigtails you had your hair styled in, two pink ribbons decorated them both.

Jack then moved to your face. He watched your big doe eyes moved back and forth from his parents and yours who were too lost in their own conversation.

“This is our daughter, Y/N. She just turned seven a month ago—say hi, darling.” Your mother ushered you.

You slowly looked up from your feet and moved away from your hiding place behind your father’s legs— you were sporting an all pink tutu dress to match your little pink ribbons.

“Hello” a small timid voice came out of your mouth making the adults chuckle in awe.

“Hi, Y/N! These are my sons; Quinn is the oldest, Jack is your age, and Luke the youngest.”

Quinn and Luke simply said a polite “hello” just as shy as you were.

“Hi, I’m Jack! I like your dress.” Jack said moving closer to you.

Redness spread across your cheeks at the compliment and at the attention of everyone who were now watching you and Jack.

“T-thank you” you mustered out.

“Mom, doesn’t she look like an angel?” Jack turned to his mom who was gushing along with the rest of their parents.

“She does, sweetie.” Said his mom.

“That’s so sweet of you, Jack.” Your mom cooed.

Jack nodded at the approval and smiled at you again.

“Angel. That’s what I’ll call you.”

You and Jack’s relationship has always been the same.

After years and years the dynamic never changed.

Jack was always Jack— the confident and cocky one out of the two. While you were always “the angel” as Jack would have put it.

You and Jack were inseparable, in school he would always wait for you so you both can go to recess or lunch together. He would defend you from the boys who would pull on your pigtails or ribbons.

“I’ll tell the teacher about them. Don’t worry, angel.” Jack said as he tightened your ribbons on your hair after they were loosened by those boys.

“They probably were just teasing, Jacky.” You said with a shrug not at all bothered by those boys.

An angel that’s what you were— some people would call you naive or stupid but you were nowhere near naive or stupid, you were the smartest in the class, always on the top— you just didn’t like conflict and prefer giving people the benefit of the doubt.

Jack always thought you were too sweet for this world.

He would protect you from the people who just look at you funny.

Once you both got into high school he would scare away the guys who would try to get close with you.

Saying the same thing he always says when you question him about it “they don’t deserve someone like you, angel.”

You would support Jack with all his endeavors. All the school hockey tournaments you would watch, you would always be the one with the loudest cheer and the biggest smile whenever he would return.

Jack in return would watch your ballet recitals, watching you in awe.

When he got in the USA development program for hockey you were the most ecstatic.

When you got your first boyfriend he can’t understand the feeling he felt in his chest but he pushed them aside for you— you were happy and that was enough for him.

Then your first heartbreak.

The said boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend had the audacity to cheat on you with a bottle blonde bimbo from the cheer team.

You cried on his shoulder and clung onto him— promising yourself you would never put yourself through that again.

You did the same for him whenever he had worries, or whenever he lost a game, and whenever he would break up with one of his girlfriends. You were supporting of your best friend but that doesn’t stop the green eyed monster from creeping up the surface.

You were there when Jack got drafted first pick. You were there for every milestone of his career, on his first NHL game, his first NHL goal, his first NHL injury— you were there, as he was for you.

You’re each others’ biggest fans.

Once Jack moved to New Jersey the distance was the biggest problem. You both have not been far from each other for long, it was an adjustment but you two always made it work.

You would meet each other and hang out like you always did. You met his friends, his teammates— his friends found you adorable, how you still blushed over a dirty joke one of them made and how cute you looked in your favorite sundresses and little ribbons.

When you got an opportunity to work at the biggest ballet company at New Jersey, you just knew that it was meant to be.

As cliche as it sounded in your head, you knew you and Jack would find your way towards each other again and once Jack found out he immediately started looking for apartments for you— he wanted you to stay with him but you strongly opposed, you didn’t want to intrude his roommate Ty’s boundaries.

Everything was back to the way it was— like it was back home.

Endless movie marathons after Jack’s practice and morning skate, watching his games, Jack watching your recitals, Jack being your honorary ‘bag holder’ whenever you went out shopping, and parties whenever they end another hockey season.

Which brings you to today.

It was one of the end of the season parties the Devils have with friends, families, and the WAGS who all mutually decided you were a part of them no matter how hard you reiterate you were just Jack’s best friend—they would always giggle and brush you off, not believing one bit.

You can say it was the peak of the party. The music was getting louder, the people were getting rowdier and drunk.

You were very much sober.

You told Jack that you would be the designated driver so that he can celebrate properly for his achievements.

So here you were in the middle of the dance floor after being dragged by one of the wives who was continuously praising your movements.

“You know how to move those hips, girl damn.” She gushes from behind you.

“I dance for a living. It’ll be bad if I was terrible.” You joked.

Growing up ballet was your first love but you would join hiphop, jazz, and even contemporary workshops— you just loved to dance.

“Don’t look now but your man is burning holes at the back of your head.” She giggled whispering in your ear.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “Jack is not my man.”

“I didn’t say Jack but okay.” She smirked before nodding towards the direction behind you.

Turning around you were met with Jack Hughes in all his glory standing with Nico and Ty as they tried to talk to him but his eyes were trained on you, a bottle of beer on his hand— the same one he has been nursing the entire night.

“I said it before and I’ll say it again, that man wants you. End everyone’s misery and just get with him already.”

“He doesn’t want me like that.” You shrugged maintaining eye contact with your best friend who refused to back down.

“Y/N, you are a smart woman, don’t be dumb.” She said exasperated.

You couldn’t even respond back to her because she was right— you were not dumb, you read people the best and you knew for a fact that Jack’s constant flirting and possessiveness was not because he was ‘being a good friend.’

As good as you were at reading people, you were also good at playing dumb.

You brushed off every lingering touch and looks, the flirting because you didn’t want to be wrong.

You hated being wrong.

You didn’t want to assume he wanted you.

That would not only ruin your ego but your friendship with Jack as well.

Jack’s figure staggering towards you broke you out of your thoughts not even realizing your friend backing away from you before whispering, “Lock in that man, girly.”

“Hey, you.” He smiles down at you.

“Hi, Jacky.” You smile back at him

He placed himself in front of you chugging the last remnants of his drink before setting it down on the bar before wrapping his arms around you, caging you between his arms.

“It’s getting late, the others are starting to leave. Do you want to go, angel?” he asks slowly swaying us side to side.

“Yeah, I miss my bed.” You said seriously looking up at his baby blues.

Jack chuckled as he removed his jacket, placing it on your bare shoulders before escorting you out of the bar.

You and Jack promptly said your goodbyes to the guys and girls who were still there before driving off in Jack’s car— who insisted on driving since he wasn’t at all drunk.

You both were sitting in comfortable silence as Jack drove to your apartment which was not far from his. Jacks left hand on the wheel while the right was on your thigh which was normal for you two.

“Can I stay with you tonight? I’m pretty sure Ty brought a girl back at the apartment and I’m not trying to be there for whatever the hell they are planning to do.” He grimaced making you laugh at the face he was making.

“You know you can stay at my place whenever you want, Jacky, we can even watch Netflix.” You proposed as you turned to him watching his side profile.

Jack caught you eyeing him and gave you a smirk and a squeeze on the thigh.

“And chill?”

“What?” Here you were again, acting dumb.

“You said we’ll watch Netflix, is the chill part included?” Jack teased as he parked his car in front of your apartment complex.

“Yeah we can chill.” You giggled.

Stop acting dumb.

“You do know what Netflix and chill means, right?” He squinted his eyes at you.

“Of course i do.” You said nonchalantly before opening the car door, racing towards your apartment with Jack in tow.

You were walking in haste, your cheeks red, not bothering to even look at Jack who was right on your heels.

You head to the empty elevator, Jack stoping the doors closing, leaving the two of you alone in the elevator with thick tension looming around you two.

“You do?” Jack ask in doubt.

“Do what?” You blinked up at him.

Dumb

“You said you know what Netflix and chill means.” Jack pushes as we walk out the elevator, headed towards my apartment.

You jiggled the keys on the keyhole, opening your apartment for the both of you to go in.

After Jack walks in, his eyes still staring at you like you were his prey, you met his eyes and took off his jacket that he made you wear and placed it in the coat hanger.

Fuck it

“Yes, I know what Netflix and chill means, Jack.” I sighed.

“Yeah?” He closed up on me, his breath now hitting your face— the scent of beer lingering.

Fuck it

“Yeah” you managed to breathe out as Jack continued to back me up against the wall.

“Are you sure, angel?” He asked gently caressing the side of your face, tucking the stray hairs away.

Fuck it

“Yes, please.” You begged.

Jack’s eyes darkened with lust as he lifted his hands to cup your face in them— his eyes darting all over your face memorizing every little detail about you.

As his eyes moved from your body to your lips, his eyes darted back to your eyes before devouring your lips in his. Jack’s lips were soft and tasted like alcohol, he was gentle and slow as both your lips fought for dominance.

“I’ve always fantasize about doing this, angel.” He mutters against your lips, pecking them over and over again before crashing them down together again. He nipped the bottom of your lip, releasing a small gasp from you before he shoved his tongue against yours.

You could feel a whole zoo inside your stomach, you were tingling everywhere especially between your legs making you squeeze them tighter.

Jack’s had you against the wall as his hands lingered all over your body, his lips tracing wet kisses against your neck, peppering them with licks and bites.

“You smell so good, angel.” He smirks at your flustered face.

“My sweet angel, we can go slow. Don’t be scared, I’ll teach you everything you need to know— I’ll take good care of you.” He teases as he started to unzip the back of your dress with one hand, his lips marking your neck.

There it was. Jack being his cocky and overconfident self— you loved that about him but maybe it was time to show him that you are not the angel he claims to be.

Fuck it

“Fuck me, Jack.” You demanded.

Jack froze, his hands stopped midway, pulling his head away from your neck.

“What?” Jack ask you as if you grew three heads.

Fuck it

It was like a switch flicked inside your head.

Your eyes darkened and narrowed at him like he was your prey— the same way he looked at you not long ago.

You took one step closer to him and continued to unzip your dress where Jack left off— the little black dress slowly fell on the ground puddling around your feet. Unraveling your red lace set that you had underneath, Jack is still frozen watching your every move, his eyes trailing on your body, shocked by your sudden behavior.

You wrapped you arms around him, watching him with heat in your eyes before nuzzling your face in his neck licking and marking him like he did to you before landing on his right ear.

“Fuck me, Jacky.” You whimpered understanding at that moment that Jack had a kink for you being submissive to him.

Jack got out of his trance and gripped your hips tight, pulling you against him— his hardness rubbing against you.

“What has gotten into you?” He ask still confused at the sudden turn of events.

“Well, I was hoping you would get into me.” You joked as you unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest as you do so.

“Angel?” He demanded.

“You don’t like me like this?” You pouted acting dumb again knowing damn well he did.

“I do, baby. Fuck, I do— it’s just a shock to see you acting like this.” Jack groaned, as he watches you maintain eye contact as you slowly kneel before him.

“The me you knew was your best friend, Jacky. Think of it this way— we just reached a new level in our relationship. You want me, I want you. New level means a new upgrade, you’ll still get to see the ‘me’ who was your best friend but you also get to unlock a version of me only a few have seen.” You explained as you palmed him against his jeans, watching grow with your touch.

“What version is that?” He muttered eyes still looking down at you as you unbuttoned his pants.

“The version you get to fuck.”

With that you pulled his fully erected cock out and licked him like a lollipop.

Jack braces his hand against the wall behind you as you shoved his cock inside your mouth. Your head moving up and down as you moaned against him.

“Fuck, baby. That’s it, right there, angel.” Jack moans his hand gripping your hair helping you bob your head up and down his shaft.

Going down on Jack deeper as you choked on his cock before pulling away.

You wiped the drool dripping down your lips, eyes staring right at the brunette before spitting on his cock.

Your soft hand tightening around him as you jerked him up and down— your other hand skillfully removing your bra, revealing your perky breasts.

“Goddamn, Y/N. You are fucking stunning, baby— get up here.” He commanded as he pulled you up in your feet before hoisting you up.

You wrapped your legs around him, your arms doing the same around his neck as you kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

Jack walked you two towards your room and as he was doing so you were grinding your hips up and down making Jack spank you hard on the ass.

“God, your fucking desperate for this cock huh? Your a bad fucking angel, yeah?” He throws you on the bed before slowly crawling on top of you.

“Jacky baby, please. I need you in me, please fuck me. I want you so bad.” You mewled watching as Jack removed your panties with his teeth, revealing your bare pussy.

“Yeah? You want me, baby? Want me to fuck you?”

Jack was stroking his own cock and made you watch as he watches you unravel.

“Please, Jacky. Fuck me hard and raw.” That must did it for Jack cause pounced into you his cock teasing your entrance.

“You sure, baby?” He asks softly. Jack ever the gentleman always making sure you were okay.

“I’m on birth control. Please, baby— I’m so wet for you.”

Jack went in and bottomed out inside of you making you both groan from the feeling.

“You’re so tight, angel.” Jack moaned out before slowly moving in and out, eliciting a euphoric feeling out of you two.

“Shit, baby. Ugh! m’so full, you feel so good, baby— harder.” You gripped onto Jack, your nails digging against his back as he rocked in you.

Jack grabbed both your legs before splitting you open with his cock.

“You feel that, baby? That’s what you do to me. You’re such a fucking good girl for me.”

Jack was in cloud nine as were you. He flipped you around pushing you in all fours as he gripped your hips, entering you once more and pounding into you.

The sound of clapping and moans filled your room.

“Jacky, fuck just like that! Right there! Faster!” You screamed backing up on him as he gripped your neck pinning you up against him as he continued to pound you from behind.

“Yeah? That feel good baby? Yeah. You’re mine.” With his hands on gripping your neck, Jack angled your head to face his as he placed another wet kiss on your mouth.

As he pulled away a string of saliva connected from both of your lips was seen giving you another idea. With you head still angled towards Jack, you opened your mouth with your tongue out looking at your best friend straight in the eyes.

Jack understood immediately and gripped your cheeks before leaning closer and spitting in your mouth, still looking at him as you swallowed.

“Fuck! You’re a dirty fucking girl, huh? My dirty fucking angel.” He roared as he fucked you harder his thrust getting sloppy which means that he is close.

“I’m yours, Jacky. Please— gonna come, please let me come.” You moaned as your eyes rolled back from the intense feeling.

“Come with me, baby. Come.” Jack groaned as he thrusted harder a few more times before coming inside you making you undone as well.

As you both finished, you both fell onto your bed. Jack resting with one arm behind his head and the other caressing your bare back as you laid on top of his chest.

“You were so good, baby.” Jack coos as he places kisses on your head.

“Mm, you were too.” You mumbled tired and sore, slowly feeling the effects of your extracurricular activities.

“Who knew my angel was a devil in between the sheets.” Jack let out a throaty chuckle before the realization dawning upon him.

“Wait– you said only a few people got to see this version of you. You mean?” Jack said darkly.

“That I’ve have fucked other people? Yeah. They were just one night stands, Jack don’t go psycho on me now. You don’t see me complaining whenever you had a new girlfriend.” You sassed at him.

“Only I get to see that version of you from now on. You’re mine, angel. Mine.” He hugs me tighter against his chest.

“Yeah? Well you have to unlock another level for me to be yours.” You said planting the idea in his head.

“Does that new level give me the girlfriend version of you?” He plays along.

“I don’t know, you’ll have to find out I guess.” You shrugged before closing your eyes to get some sleep, a smirk littered on your face as Jack watches you amused.

“I’ll guess I’ll find out tomorrow then.” He says out loud and clear making you smile before placing another kiss on my forehead.

“My angel.”

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