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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      jacksepticeye, youtube_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Jacksepticeye/You, jack/you, Sean_McLoughlin/You
  Character:
      Jacksepticeye_-_Character, You
  Additional Tags:
      explicit_-_Freeform, for_mature_audiences, contains_smut, Smut, Sex,
      Fluff, Love, Teenager, Teen_Sex, Underage_-_Freeform
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      Published: 2016-12-13 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5654
****** Don't Do It ******
by hopeless_romantik
Summary
     Jack, your best friend since who knows how long ago, has this stupid
     motto. If you tell him not to do something, the first thing he's
     gonna do, is just that. How dumb? Well who knew that one day he was
     gonna do something you thought you didn't want and that would change
     your life forever.
Notes
     FIRST CHAPTER! There's only going to be two chapters lol. This
     chapter contains fluff, and that's it.
     So I got this idea from one of Jack’s recent videos which was the
     Layers of Fear episode 5? I believe? He said something along the
     lines of “when you tell me not to do something the first thing I do
     is do it.” so yeah. HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
                                 Highschool AU
“Jack! Come on, don’t do that! You know it tickles.” You half giggled half
whined. It was hard to tell him off when you were being tickled like no
tomorrow.
Jack, or Sean in more serious moments, was your best friend since you were
seven. He had moved to Los Angeles one day and became your next door neighbor.
Long story short you grew up with him and wouldn’t change that for the world.
You were currently being attacked by Jack’s long delicate fingers along your
sides and neck because he decided you weren’t in a good mood and wanted to make
you happy. He paused and looked at you. He was straddling your waist with his
hands on either side of you for support.
“When you tell me not to do something, my first instinct is to do it.” He
always said that it was his motto. You knew what awaited you once he said that
so you held your breath and waited for the feeling of being tickled to overcome
you. And it did. You could only hold your breath before you burst into laughter
and squirmed around on your spot, trying to break free but failing as his legs
pinned you down.
“J-Jack! S-st-AHAH-op.” You said breathlessly. He didn’t. Finally after a
minute or so of tickling he halted and exhaled, he looked tired.
“God, that’s just mean.” You huffed and wiped your forehead. He did the same
and climbed off of you.
“That’s what you get for telling me not to.” He winked your way before leaving
the room. You were a flustered mess, and he didn’t even bother to offer you a
glass of water.
                                       *
You scribbled down notes from class, your science teacher Ms. Sommay was very
frantic with the way she taught. Sometimes you wondered how she even landed a
job with all the mumbling she did. It honestly annoyed you at times, but you
decided just to get the notes down before you were yelled at. Beside you Jack
was tapping two of his pens on the desk, creating a rhythmic beat. He was a
good drummer; you knew that even though he never pursued it. Times like these
were not the time to be tapping away.
“Jack, be quiet.” You huffed as the teacher mumbled on about balancing chemical
equations or something. Jack ignored your request and continued to tap along,
humming softly to himself.
“Jack! Shut it.” you tried again.
No response, instead the tapping got somewhat louder.
“Jack, don’t do that. Don’t tap your pens like that. Stop.”
He leaned over to you, making sure he was close enough to whisper to you, “What
was that? Can you repeat that please?”
“I said, don’t. Do. That.”
“That’s what I thought.” He then grabbed both your ruler and his and started
drumming on the desk; it was no longer a tap but an actual drum. Your eyes
widened, and you dropped your pen as an attempt to grab your ruler from his
hand, but he stretched to the side outside of your reach and continued.
“Jack! You’re going to get us in trouble.” You hissed as Miss wrote something
out on the board, she didn’t seem fazed. Not yet anyway.
“I already told you, if you tell me not to do something, I’ll do it.”
You cursed under your breath and tried to snatch the measurement tool but to no
avail.
“Jack!” you finally yelled. Most of the class and the teacher turned to look at
you.
“Stop disrupting the class (y/n) and Jack. Or else detention.”
You swallowed thickly and nodded; she turned back around, and you cringed. Jack
had stopped thankfully, and you exhaled.
“Don’t do that again.” You said.
That was a mistake.
You hadn’t even finished your sentence before he was drumming away again,
humming much more loudly, more to annoy you than anything. You scooted over
closer to him and tried to pry the thing out of his hands. It didn’t work since
he had such a grip on the things. It surprised you considering how thin he was.
You pretty much wrestled him for the makeshift drumsticks and did your best to
get it out of his hands. There was a sound of someone clearing their throat and
that’s when you realized two pieces of paper in front of you. It was Ms. Sommay
with two detention slips.
You smiled sheepishly, grabbing one of the papers and moving back to your seat,
not that you even noticed you had gotten off it. Jack took his note, and the
class went silent. She walked back to the front of the class and continued her
rambling.
                                       *
“Dammit Sean. You got us detentions. Are you serious?”
“Sorry princess, I didn’t mean to.”
You glared at him as you walked down the hallway. He was acting as if he won an
award rather than detention. It made you angry. You two were walking to the
class that held the one-hour long detentions after school. You finally made it
there and walked in. He followed closely behind. You took your seat after being
marked off the detention roll and sighed, grabbing out a book to read. Jack sat
next to you and peered at the ceiling. He was quiet. For once. You could see
him looking around in the corner of your eye as if it was some alien planet and
not a classroom.
“D’ya want to go get some ice-cream after this? I’ll shout ya.” Jack asked, and
you looked over at him. His bright blue eyes stared into your own, and you
suddenly became aware of him. His voice was soft and low, his lips slightly
parted.
You felt yourself freeze, “uh, y-yeah.”
What’s wrong with me? You wondered, you weren’t like that usually, but for some
reason, you felt different. As if suddenly you realized that he was a man and
no longer a boy. You shook off the feeling and looked back at your book. You
weren’t going to think about that now.
“Cool, we can g-“
“Shut it! No talking in detention.” Mr. Travers scolded as he glared at the two
of you. You nodded and shrunk down in your chair. Jack just huffed and leaned
back.
                                       *
“Look, he’s sleeping,” Jack whispered in your ear, his breath was hot, and it
tickled. It sent chills down your spine. You looked up at what he was looking
at, and there he was. Mr. Travers leaned back in his chair, snoring. “Want to
ditch?” Jack asked. He didn’t even wait for your answer to start packing. You
only had twenty minutes left of detention, but no way were you going to leave.
Just in case sir was to wake up before those twenty minutes were up.
“No way! It’s only twenty minutes.” You said.
“Fine.” Jack obeyed your decision. He usually did, he was a good boy in your
opinion.
If you were honest, in the whole forty minutes of sitting next to Jack
‘reading’ your book, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. You had
thought of what you did earlier on. About how you suddenly saw him differently.
It was true; you saw him differently. He had always been that nine-year-old boy
to you. He was childish and loved being a ball of energetic happiness. He was
always like that. Recently, it was as if his energy had somewhat calmed down,
and so he calmed down. He was more chill and relaxed. Something you liked about
him. Not only that but he also started growing a beard of sorts, tough stubble
splattered across his jawline and upper lip. It suited him. There were times
that you would sit next to him, do nothing but watch a movie or play video
games with him until you felt that same feeling you did before. The one where
the part of your body that was in contact with him burned and you became
flustered. You were feeling things for him that you never imagined you would.
It was something you wanted to know more about and feel more of.
“Good. Don’t leave.”
He suddenly got up abruptly, grabbing his backpack and walked away. “Bye!” he
said.
“Where are yo-” he had shut the door before you could finish your question. He
had left. All because you said, “don’t leave.”
How typical. You thought.
                                       *
“See? Detention wasn’t all bad, and ya scored yerself some ice cream.” Jack
chuckled as you walked back to your house with a cone of (fave icecream). He
had waited for you outside of the class until detention was over and then
walked you to the nearest ice cream shop for a double scoop of (favorite ice
cream). “Happy?”
“No, you left me! And I still have to go home and study for the English exam we
have coming up.” you groaned. He slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you
close. The proximity of his lips near your own when he smiled made you shiver,
you were staring longingly into his eyes. His ocean blue eyes that, you had to
admit, you were falling for. Taking a deep breath you opened your mouth to ask
him if he ever felt the same.
“Se-”
“Shoot! Your ice cream is melting (y/n). Here, clean yourself up.” he gestured
to your melting sweet treat, and you took the napkin in his hand. Dabbing it
over the liquid that had drooled all over your fingers. God, I’m such a klutz.
He held your ice cream as you cleaned the rest of yourself up and placed the
used tissue in the bin. He was licking up the sides of your cone. His tongue
was slow, moving up the rigid hard pastry. His eyes fluttered closed as he
slurped up the remains. The sight made you swallow hard, What else can he do
with that tongue?
                                       *
“We’re home! Can you come over and help me with English?” Jack asked.
You had made it home in about twenty or so minutes. It was already starting to
get dark, but you didn’t mind. It meant you got to watch the sunset with Sean.
“Sure. Let me just get my books, and I’ll meet you in five.”
He nodded, “sounds good.”
You walked up your steps, and he walked up his own. Once inside you grabbed
your books from your desk and then trotted back downstairs. You grabbed an
apple before making your way to his house. Jack had left his front door open so
you could just make your way upstairs.
“Sean?” you called when you knocked on his door, it had shifted, so you pushed
it all the way open. He wasn’t there; instead, his window was open, and his
curtains somewhat flapped in the wind. You walked toward it, placing your books
down onto his bed as you do so, peeking your head out. There he was, sitting on
a pile of blankets and pillows, arms behind his head for support. He looked so
calm at that moment, his eyes fixated on the sky above him. You cleared your
throat, and his eyes snapped to yours. He grinned. “What are you doing?”
“Just admiring the sunset baby, come join me.”
You didn’t move, instead looked at him. This was his place. The place he said
he took his girlfriends and crushes after dates or whatever. Not for the sex
but just to spend time with them. You had only been up there once when he first
found out he could hang out there before he had claimed it as The spot.
“Uhh, I don’t know.” You said. Your face flushed at the thought of going up
there and spending time with him. His arm wrapped around you as he whispered
sweet nothings in your ear. As he caressed your arm with his fingers, placing
soft kisses on your forehead and your temple. You shook your head out of the
thought and instead asked him to come inside.
“Please.”
“Alright, I’m coming.” He quickly jumped up and back into the room with a
gracious thud. He grabbed his books and started studying.
                                       *
“Alright, done.” He smiled widely. He had finally finished his homework and did
some extra studying; you were proud of him for doing so but at the same time
upset at yourself for not doing your work. Instead, you had spent the whole
time coming into terms of falling for your best friend. And yes, that’s what
you had come to the conclusion of. He made you feel all those things your ex-
boyfriends did and more. So it only made sense that you had fallen for him.
Right?
“Good, what time is it?”
“Nine thirty.” He chirped. Your eyes widened, oh god.
“Shoot, I have to go home. My parents aren’t going to be happy.”
He chuckled, “Nah I already took care of that. I called yer mom and told her
you’d be stayin over.”
“What? When did you…?”
“When you went to the bathroom, don’t worry (y/n), I got ya.” he sent a subtle
wink, one that made you blush. You smiled and nodded.
“O-okay.”
He grabbed the tin of whipped cream he had gotten earlier and sprayed some in
his mouth; you cringed as he spoke with his mouth open. “Want some?”
You shook your head, “no thank you.”
“Come on! Have some.” He pointed the can at you, but you shook your head.
“No, I don’t want some.”
“please?”
“Nah.”
“Just have some or else I’ll spray some on ya.”
You put your hands up in defense. “Don’t you dare.”
“What was that?” he asked, completely freezing in his spot.
“Don’t spray it on me.”
That’s when you realized what you had said, don’t. You gulped as Jack proceeded
to chuckle evilly and pounce onto you.
“N-no!” you cried as he pushed you back to the bed and started spraying the
topping all over your face. You coughed and squirmed as he continued for a bit
longer before stopping and doubling over in laughter. You glared at him as he
sobered up.
“Dammit Sean.”
He realized what you called him and stopped laughing completely, “Oh crap, I
didn’t make you mad did I?”
You didn’t answer him, instead started walking toward his door to get yourself
cleaned up. He stopped you before you could move any further, grabbing your
hand and spinning you around. He stepped closer; his smirk was evident even in
his eyes. He brought his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek softly
before wiping his thumb on your lower lip, he brought his thumb to his mouth
and licked the remains off. This made you tremble. He repeated this action for
the rest of your lips, taking his time as he stared at you intently.
“You're close enough to me to kiss me; you know that right?” You didn’t know
what made you say that or why you even thought that to begin with, but it just
came out.
“You’re right. I am.” With this he took a step closer, you stepped back but was
met with the door against your back.
“Don’t kiss me, Sean.” You said, daring him to disobey you.
“Huh?”
“Don’t kiss me.”
With that, he pressed his body into you and then smashed his lips onto yours in
one quick movement. He had you pinned with his body, his lips moving hungrily
against yours. You had wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer,
the feeling sending shocks through your body. He tilted his head to get a
better angle and make the kiss deeper. You didn’t know how much you wanted this
till you got it. Your lips moved in sync as his hands gripped at your waist
firmly. After a few seconds more you pulled back for air. He moved away, and
his eyes lit up.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a hell of a long time.” He chuckled.
You were still in shock; your heart was racing as you let what had just
happened sink in.
“Yeah, me too.”
***** All The Way *****
Chapter Summary
     You and Jack move pretty quickly, you decide to let Jack have the
     honours of taking it all the way.
Chapter Notes
     CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT! This is your warning now.
     This is my first time writing smut but I got the urge. Feedback would
     be awesome.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jack returned later with two bottles of water, he had one already in his mouth
whilst he chugged the cold pure liquid. He had thrown your bottle to you and
you caught it with ease. Water dribbled down his chin as his eyes fluttered
closed and you couldn’t help but watch. You wanted to kiss him again, the first
kiss was not enough, not to mention you could feel the heat between your legs
become warmer at the thought of what you’d guys do that night.
“S-Sean?” You mumbled.
“Yeah? Everything alright?” He asked wiping his mouth and setting the bottle
down.
“Better than ever, I was just wondering…” you trailed off, not really knowing
how to ask him to kiss you again. Instead you fell silent and let your unasked
question hover in the air, he walked to you. He was right in front of where you
sat on the bed, his eyes soft and curious and you decided to finish what you
had started. “…can we kiss again?”
“You want to kiss again? I knew I was a good kisser, but it takes two to
tango.” He chuckled and you felt your cheeks go red. You nodded, he extended
his hands and helped you kneel on the edge of the mattress. He slowly moved his
hands to your cheeks, smiling softly as he did so. At that moment you knew you
had never felt so at peace, never felt so calm and happy in his arms. You
cherished his touch, getting lost in the warmth as your eyes closed. His breath
was against your lips and you knew he was close, close enough that your heart
beat pumped blood faster than ever and it made you grip his shirt in your
fists. Finally, after what felt like forever his lips came in contact with
yours. It was soft and sweet, but you didn’t want that, you wanted something
else. You attempted to move it forward, trying to tilt your head to get a
better angle but failed as he had his hands on the sides of your face keeping
you in place.
You let him have his way, kissing at an agonisingly soft pace for what felt
like ten minutes. Eventually his hands moved to your waist where he pulled you
closer so that your chest was flush against his. You craved more, pulling your
arms around his neck and finally tilting your head. He did this too and let the
kiss reach the next level. Your lips moved in sync with his and you tugged at
his hair as the feeling in your stomach increased. He let out a soft breathy
moan when his hands had gone up into your shirt. That made you gasp and shiver
in pleasure.
The two of you were panting for air; his eyes were hazed over with lust and the
sight made your knees weak. His lips were swollen and a dark pink, almost red.
He let a sly smirk play on his lips as he winked at you. He was cute. You
watched as his eyes trailed down your messed up shirt, his pupils became more
dilated. When his eyes met your gaze once again, you pulled him in for round
two.
As you kissed he had slowly pushed you back; you were finally lying flat on
your back as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You let him in immediately with
no hesitation as he hovered over you. You moaned when his tongue touched your
own, you felt your stomach tighten, and your legs weaken further. He pulled
away only to kiss down your neck, leaving soft open mouth kisses down your jaw
up to your collarbone. He sucked on the spot between your neck and collarbone,
and you moaned his name.
“S-Sean.” Your hands were on his neck as his mouth worked magic.
He had one of his legs positioned between yours, and you could feel his thigh
rub against your core, your leggings were thin, and you could feel the heat of
his member on your hip. He began kissing you again and rolled his hips into
yours and fireworks exploded in your head. He continued to do this for a while,
making you lose your mind.
“Sean, s-stop.” You managed to say as he slowed the bucking of his hips and
pulled away.
Concern filled his eyes as he watched your expression, “are you okay? I’m
sorry, is this too fast?” He sat up, one of your legs underneath him as he
recomposed himself. You could feel yourself fall for him harder at how
genuinely nice he was, making sure you were okay made you swoon. It may be a
small thing but the fact that he didn’t want to take things too quickly made
your heart pound.
“No, that’s not it.” You sat up and watched as relief washed over his body. “I
just want to get comfortable.” You said before pulling him, so he had his back
against the headboard of the bed.
“D-do you want to,” he paused for a moment, “go all the way?”
Your heart tightened in your chest; eyes squeezed shut, and the feeling of
appreciation for this genuinely kind-hearted man spilled over. He cared,
actually cared about making sure you were comfortable. You opened your eyes to
see he was looking back with a worried expression.
“Have you ever gone all the way?” you asked him, not knowing if he’s done it
with a past girlfriend or not.
His look gave it away, he seemed ashamed and somewhat disgusted, “I was
sixteen, and I didn’t know what I was doing.” He scratched the back of his neck
as his ears became red, you felt sorry for him. You nodded and sighed, “Have
you?” he asked.
“N-no.”
“I don’t want to pressure you; I don’t want to force you into anything, but ya
gotta tell me what ya think. If there’s any part of ya that has its doubt I
suggest we don’t. It’s up to you little lady.”
“Yeah, I want to go all the way.”
“Sure?”
You scoffed, “of course silly, now shut up and kiss me already.” You chuckled.
He did as he was told.
He pulled you onto him, eyes level as he reconnected your lips. He let out a
breathy sigh, something that sent a shiver through your spine. You gripped onto
his arms as his hands pinned your waist down onto him. The pressure he applied
was enough to bruise you, but it turned you on more. He bucked his hips upward
and you moaned, the feeling was intense, but it was beautiful.
“S-Sean. D-do that again.” You found it hard to get the words out but he
obliged. Rolling his hips again hitting exactly where you wanted it to. You
moaned a bit louder, biting your lip once you realised how loud you were being.
His hands found themselves up your shirt and the feeling of his cold hands made
you shiver. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt and you lifted your hands
above your head so he could take it off. He kissed you once before pulling away
and admiring you, his eyes trailing your bare stomach.
“God, (Y/n), you’re more fookin’ beautiful than I could ever imagine.” His gaze
burned your skin and your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You pulled him down
again and continued down the path you were going. You tugged his shirt and he
removed it, mimicking your actions. You had seen him shirtless many times
before, but seeing him in this light and situation had you light headed. Your
hands had a mind of their own as you fumbled with the knot on his sweatpants.
“Goddammit Jack, why do you double knot it like this?” you half chuckled half
grumbled. He grinned at you, amused at your state.
“I’m sorry, baby. I lost a bit o’ weight and these pants were already big
enough.” He pushed your hands away and undid the string himself before getting
off the bed and dropping the pants. Your breath hitched when he was left in
just his boxers, his member poking persistently at the cotton material. “Let’s
slow down alright? I don’t wanna rush t’is experience with ya alright?”
You nodded before he pulled you up from your spot and sat you at the end of the
bed. “Can I ask you something?” Your voice was low, and for once in a very long
time you felt shy in front of Jack.
“Go ahead.”
“Are you really.. that big?” your face burned at the question but curiosity got
the better of you, he looked amused at your question. He was knelt in front of
you as he looked down at his crotch and then back up to you. You wanted to
know, he was a good 5 and a half inches. Not bad considering you’d heard that
Irish dicks are short, blame Jack’s friend Mark for that one. He raised an
eyebrow and shook his head.
“No baby, I’m only half hard.”
Your eyes widened, and you gulped, Oh, God.
Jack began kissing down your neck once again, making sure to trail downward.
His lips were on your stomach, just below your bellybutton when his tongue
glided along the soft skin. You inhaled sharply and bit back a moan as his head
grew closer to the waistline of your leggings. He quickly stood you up before
he clenched the waistband in between his teeth and pulled downward, he had
talent. You helped him by pulling them down where he could tug them off with
little to no effort. For the second time that night he examined your body.
“Calvin Klein huh?” He said gesturing to your matching pair of CK underwear and
bra. You giggled, nodding. He exhaled shakily before continuing with the kisses
that trailed down your thigh and back up. You were lost in the moment where he
let his hand lightly caress the top of your underwear. His fingers brushing
your clit made you release a wanton moan. He repeated this action, teasing you
as he placed hickeys on your hip.
“S-Sean! Don’t tease.” You whimpered.
“Fine, come here.” He said as he began to kiss you more passionately than ever,
His tongue swirling around yours as your lips barely touched. His hand started
rubbing circles right into your clit, making you gasp and grip his hair at the
back of his head. Your hips bucked at the contact, over and over. You opened
your eyes, Jack had his eyes on you as his hand did its job. Your mouth was
somewhat agape, his lips barely touching yours as you shared the same air as
him. It made you dizzy with arousal.
Your breathing got more rugged the longer it went. So you pulled your arms
around Jack and buried your head in the crook of his neck. He smelt of cologne
and sweat, you bit on the skin softly when you felt your climax creeping up on
you. He stopped abruptly, leaving you undulating, you needed friction but it
was all gone. You were left a panting hazy mess. You were admittedly were
soaking wet but you couldn’t help it, not when Jack had you going crazy.
You had to return the favour, you let your hand travel down his v-line whilst
he kissed you. Once it reached his boxers you attempted to palm him through the
thin material. He groaned at the touch, eyes fluttering shut as you moved your
hand up and down. His breath mirrored what yours did a few minutes ago. “Good
god, baby. Yer good at this,” he said as his hip movement matched that of your
hand. You stopped for a moment and pulled down his boxers, his cock bounced out
and hit his stomach. He was undeniably large, maybe six and a half, seven
inches? It didn’t matter. You wrapped your hand around his shaft.
“I-I don’t know what to do.” You sighed before looking down in shame.
He guided your hand, lifting it and then lowering it all the way to the base.
“Don’t be shy baby, do what ya feel is right okay? Just doing t’is with ya
feels g-good enough.” His voice quivered when your thumb accidentally glided
over the tip. You continued what he showed you before swiping your thumb over
the slit, he grunted at the touch and sighed. Bit by bit his breathing became
more rugged and you assumed he was nearing the edge. He was moaning your name
quietly, growling every time you applied the perfect amount of pressure. You
were turned on by the fact that you could make him melt under your touch. He
pulled away, before you could continue he had you pinned down on the bed,
feverishly placing kisses everywhere, he undid your bra and slipped your
underwear off so quickly you swore it happened in a blink of an eye. You
gripped onto him when his mouth was clasped over your nipple, his tongue
flicking at the bud as his hand twisted the other. Your eyes were closed and
your hips arched in the air.
His fingers started playing with your clit once again, rubbing in circles
making sure to run his fingers down toward your entrance and then back up to
help lubricate your spot. He was working you up so good that moans and pants
flew around the room.
“I want you, Sean, please.”
He looked at you, and you looked back with pleading eyes. “(Y/n), I don’t have
lube, it could hurt if I don’t prepare ya.”
“Then prepare me, but God Sean if I don’t get you soon then I’m going to go
crazy.”
“Alright, alright. God, you’re so fookin’ sexy when you beg like that.”
In one swift motion he had a digit inside you, he began pumping, and the
feeling was so good you were left with your mouth agape and eyes fluttered
closed. He entered a second, then a third and you were a moaning and panting
mess as you felt the heat in your lower abdomen increase.
“Now, please. Just give it to me.” You breathed, unsure if he even understood
with the amount of moans that accompanied those words.
“It’s going t’ hurt for a while, but ya need just to relax.” He reassured. You
nodded.
He had you placed comfortably on a pillow, making sure you were comfortable. He
put another thinner pillow underneath your lower back for a bit more leverage
before he aligned himself with your entrance. He pulled on a lubricated condom
and made sure you were okay
Slowly he pushed in, groaning at how tight you felt. Your eyes squeezed shut as
the pain shot up your body. He paused, “you alright?”
Tears brimmed your eyes as you nodded, “give it a second.”
He whispered a small yes as he awaited your signal. Once the pain subsided and
the pleasure came through you nodded, “slowly.” You muttered. He did as he was
told, slowly pulling out and then back in. He repeated this over and over, and
suddenly the pain was gone. “Faster.” You said as he picked up the pace, the
sound of both of your moans together was so good. You were nearing your climax
and you knew you weren’t going to last.
“O-oh, my God. Fuck. Sean, I’m close.” You mumbled as he kissed you, he sucked
your lip into his mouth before moaning. You could feel it; you were so close.
“Sean I’m gonna- I’m gonna come.”
Your fingers scraped at his back, leaving nail marks and scratches on his back.
He had his head buried in your neck as he continued to thrust into you, “come
for me, baby.”
That pulled you over the edge; the earth stopped spinning and you dissolved in
pleasure.
“Sean, I’m coming. Oh fuck, god. Keep-keep going. Oh fuck.” Your hips grinded
upward as he kept going, you rode your high and melted into nothing as you saw
stars. The feeling of your walls tightening around his member threw him off and
after a few more erratic thrusts he was shuddering against your frame,
breathing your name over and over. You were hazed over with pleasure, the
electricity finally calming down. He pulled out slowly and fell next to you on
the bed, you felt empty.
“Oh God, that was fookin’ amazin’ baby.” He laughed.
“Yeah,” you couldn’t think straight due to your post-euphoria.
He rolled off the bed and stood up, grabbing a towel he had conveniently next
to his bed and left the room, you couldn’t be bothered asking him what he was
up to and instead felt your body relax. You had almost drifted into sleep, but
Jack had re-entered with a hand towel and what looked to be a pad?
“(Y/n), I have to clean ya up okay? Can I do that for ya?” He asked, you just
nodded. He cleaned you up and frowned, “You’re bleedin, just like I thought.”
He put the pad on your underwear, he pulled them up to your hips and then
removed the pillow from beneath you. His gesture made your heart melt.
“Thank you, Sean.” You smiled.
He hopped into bed next to you and then pulled you close, arms wrapping around
your body. His warmth calmed you, and so did his heart, he had been your best
friend since you could remember, and you didn’t regret anything. Never had you
been able to hold him like this and never have you felt so happy that he was
the one you did it with.
“Goodnight, love,” Sean mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.
“Goodnight,” you sighed and felt sleep take over your body.
Chapter End Notes
     Did I do good? Hope so. Like I said earlier it was my first time
     writing smut so it may be a little weird? I had to research this
     stuff lmao. This is the end of this fic but you can always check out
     my quotev for other fanfics THANKS XD
     https://www.quotev.com/hopelessromantik/published
End Notes
     Hope you liked it!
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