nights with you | jack hughes
pairing: jack hughes x marner!reader
summary: after a cheating scandal surrounding your boyfriend, now ex, braden schneider arises, you go looking for true love. who better to fall in love with, than your ex's most despised enemy, jack hughes.
note: this is the backstory on how jack and reader meet for my new au series! sorry this took me so long!! i really wanted to make it perfect, enjoy!
squeezed into a dress that was far too tight and your heels that would surely be broken the morning after, you make your way through the crowded entry into a bar located downtown of newark.
your closest friend had initiated tonight's rendezvous, dragging you to a bar on the complete opposite side of the city, about a half hour drive from your apartment. considering you were in new jersey, it was technically devils territory, meaning that braden and the remainder of the rangers wouldn't be there. it was the perfect spot to drown your sorrows and the anonymity of it all was freeing.
tonight you just wanted to forget about everything, to forget about him and all the turmoil he had put you through.
the acrid taste of alcohol lingers in your mouth. it had been months since you last stepped foot in a bar and admittedly you missed it. the setting of the bar granted you total permission to feel elation, to feel the sort of emotions you had so easily been denied of by your ex. it was freeing.
that was until your eyes landed on a familiar brunette standing in a dimly-lit corner of the bar. you watch in curiosity as the small group of guys surrounding him engage deeply with one another in conversation, however he was completely distracted, his gaze failing to leave yours.
jack hughes. star centre and alternate captain of the new jersey devils, who also happened to be leading the league in number of penalties drawn, ironically against your ex-boyfriend.
away from the ice jack's reputation proceeded him. the middle hughes was known widely for his sexual proclivities, being labelled as lead womaniser of the league.
brendan despised him, the whole team did.
you find yourself attempting to ignore the flush of your cheeks at the feeling of his eyes on you. shifting from your previous position you turn to face your best friend lily in an obvious attempt at forcing yourself away from jack's burning gaze, one that to your dismay, had left you feeling slightly amorous.
you weren't going to let your bruised ego land you in bed with the enemy, even if he was extremely good looking.
"how would you feel about a rebound y/n?" lily's delicate voice sounds, breaking the comfortable silence which you had both found yourselves in. sighing softly you respond, "things only just ended between us lil".
lily rolls her eyes and gently squeezes your arm in reassurance. "and? you don't owe that cheating asshole anything y/n! besides, that guy over there is attractive, and not to mention his gaze hasn't left yours since the moment we first walked through those doors, and that was at least two hours ago."
you follow her line of sight and roll your eyes when you land on the familiar hockey player, his eyes wide and smile bright as he laughs along with his fellow teammates, clearly amused by the conversation playing out before him.
of course she found him attractive, he had every single girl wrapped around his finger, even by a glance from afar.
"i think i'll keep to myself for tonight".
lily sighs. "suit yourself, if you don't i will, he's hot!" you nod your head, merely half-present with the conversation as your fingers absentmindedly swirl around the rim of your empty whisky sour.
sighing lily leans closer towards you, her mind clearly being set on convincing you. "cmon y/n! when was the last time you had any sort of action down there?"
your eyes widen at lily's implication and you playfully swat her on the arm. "lily!" you gush, and your cheeks flush in embarrassment. you couldn't remember the last time, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, sex with braden had come to feel like a chore.
you hadn't thought much of your declining sex life, assuming that most people in relationships experienced a slump, a period where sex wasn't so prominent or usual as it normally was.
braden was either away on roadies or claimed he was simply too tired. of course now you knew the true reasoning behind it, he had been sleeping with someone else. you try to shake the thought from your mind as the unsettling feeling rises in your stomach.
"it's been awhile" you eventually respond.
"what's been a while?" a hoarse voice sounds from behind you and the suddenness causes you to jump. turning around you're faced with the familiar figure. jack was leant against the bar, amusement laced on his features.
he definitely had heard the last part of the conversation, how embarrassing.
"speaking of rebounds, this is my queue to leave". she sends you a small smirk and wink before leaving the two of you by the bar.
you were going to kill her.
turning back to face jack you plaster on a fake smile, "don't worry about it, it's nothing". his eyebrows raise in amusement and a smirk graces his lips, "sure didn't sound like nothing".
you send him a glare however it's short-lived as your breath catches in your throat. your eyes land on the way his black shirt clung tightly to his chest, short-sleeves accentuating his buff arms.
he looked hot. extremely, undeniably hot.
he takes a step closer towards you and a smug smirk laces his lips. he knew the effect he was having on you, and you hated yourself for it. you roll your eyes dramatically, turning away from him and propping yourself against the bar, "god you're so full of yourself".
jack mirrors your movements. "i like to think of myself as confident". you scoff in response, "of course you do".
despite your blunt responses, jack hadn't failed to notice the small smile on your lips, or the rose hue of your cheeks. maybe it was just the effect of the alcohol he had seen you consume, or maybe it was a facade, a mask you were putting up; maybe you were genuinely interested in him.
whatever it was, jack didn't mind a challenge.
"two whiskey sour's please". the order rolls off his tongue with ease, as if it was second nature for him to be buying two drinks at a time, and he holds his card out to pay.
your eyes widen in confusion, he had just ordered your favourite drink.
your mouth falls slightly agape at the realisation and jack wears a coquettish smirk. he had been watching you for most of the night after all, it was no surprise that he had taken note of your drink order.
"so is this what works on your usual girls?"
jack remains silent and tilts his head slightly as he sends you a questioning gaze, urging you to elaborate.
"stalking girls for their drink order before shouting them one?" he clicks his tongue and smiles at you, shaking his head in defeat.
"something like that" he eventually responds. jack grabs the two glasses, handing you one and keeping one for himself before he properly introduces himself, "i'm jack".
although you had no interest whatsoever in pursuing him, a small part of you was still curious as to whether he was the way girls rumoured him to be, or whether it was all a facade. if he did in fact turn out to be an asshole, then you wouldn't mind humbling him.
"y/n" you smile as you grab the drink gently from his hold. jack nods his head before raising his glass and the bar echoes to the sound of your two glasses clinking together. as you bring the glass up to your lips jack holds eye contact with you, his gaze remaining intently on yours as he downs his drink.
your body warms as the familiar rush of vanilla and caramel, mixed with the sourness of lemon springs your tastebuds and you can't help but smirk to yourself in amusement. this was most definitely not the style of drink jack hughes would have been known to order, and your suspicions are confirmed by a small scrunch of his nose in disgust. he was forcing down a drink he disliked to impress you.
maybe tonight was a good idea after all.
his eyes trace over your face. "you really look familiar, do i know you from somewhere?"
you're stuck on how you should go about answering the question and silence briefly consumes the two of you. jack appears to be deep in thought and he clears his throat, voice lowering slightly.
your eyes widen in realisation at his implication and a scoff callously slips from your mouth. you weren't surprised that he couldn't keep track of his, flings.
he raises his eyebrows at you in response, slightly offended by the harshness of your tone and you take a sip of your drink to hide the small smirk that had managed to find it's way onto your features, it felt good to humble him.
"i watch a lot of hockey, been to quite a few games. i guess you could say i've practically grown up with it", you eventually explain. jack nods his head in understanding. "oh yeah, are you a fan of the devils?"
"not really. quite the opposite actually"
your statement makes jacks eyebrows furrow in confusion given you were currently standing in a bar, located in new jersey, however he doesn't bother to ask for you to elaborate, rather he continues on with the conversation in an attempt at getting to know you further.
"so do you have a last name y/n, or are you going to keep me waiting?"
you would give it to him, he was persistent. maybe that was why he had become so popular with women, he would basically chew off someone's ear to the point where the only way to get him to stop would be to sleep with him. or maybe it was the way he carried himself, eyes bright and smile so perfect you almost could've sworn it was sculpted by the greek god's themselves.
jack was insanely attractive, he was ethereal.
you had seen him from afar during games, however never had you been so close to him, and only now were you beginning to understand all of the hype that surrounded him.
your cheeks flush shamelessly as you're immediately pulled out of your trance. jack wears a small smirk, he had caught you gawking.
"my last name's marner" you reply quietly, hesitance laced clearly in your tone. realisation quickly overtakes jack's features and his mouth hangs to form an 'o' shape.
you nod your head in response, and jack appears to mull over the thought briefly. he had nothing against mitch, he was a respectable player.
"still doesn't explain why're you so opposed to the devils". his eyebrows raise expectantly at you and he takes a sip of his whisky sour while waiting.
sighing you fixate your attention onto the array of alcohol lining the shelves behind the bar. you were attempting to avoid eye contact with jack, completely aware of the long lasting feud that still remained prevalent between him and your ex.
jack tenses immediately and his jaw clenches. he clears his throat, "schneider? you're kidding right?"
you let out an exasperated sigh, continuing to avoid jack's burning gaze as your fingers shift to mindlessly trace around the rim of the glass, "i wish i was".
a deafening silence hangs over the two of you.
"guy's a total asshole" he mumbles softly, his words almost incoherent. you nod your head in agreement, "you've got that right".
you can feel jack's eyes searching your face, tracing over your features and you eventually give in, meeting his gaze. he now wore a serious expression, his eyes laced with nothing but pure concern.
he continues the conversation. "the rumours then about him and-"
your eyebrows furrow and you feel your heart sink deep into your chest.
"what. you know about that?"
jack sighs and guilt immediately washes over his features. he clears his throat and his voice softens, "people talk y/n".
even jack hughes knew about your ex boyfriend's rendezvous? you felt completely blind-sided, you felt humiliated.
you hated the way jack's face shrivelled into one of remorse and pity. it was an exact replicate of the look worn by various, concerned friends and family before him, when they had first heard the news, seen the pictures.
the familiar, unsettling feeling rises in your stomach and you immediately wish you were back in the privacy of your own home, like you had been for the past few weeks. it was too soon to be out like this, you had barely been able to come to terms with the situation yourself, let alone recount the events of your break up with a stranger, with jack.
"have a good night hughes" you mutter politely, sending him a small smile as you begin to walk away.
jack's hand softly grabs your wrist, halting your movements.
"i'm really sorry. sometimes i just let my run mouth on its own accord and clearly that has its own consequences, like now. i didn't mean any harm, really. i'm sorry he did that to you, you don't deserve it".
"you don't even know me jack".
your tone comes out much harsher than was anticipated and jack's eyes immediately soften, causing you to feel guilty, however you don't bother to apologise. you felt completely humiliated, if jack knew about him cheating, that meant the entire devils roster knew too.
would more people think you weren't enough for braden?
"you're right. i don't know you, but i do know schneider and if he's anything like he is on the ice then i-fuck". jack sighs, his hands placed on the back of his head. "i really didn't mean any harm y/n".
you nod your head in gratitude, however the mere thought of your ex was enough to make you feel anxious. you knew jack wasn't intending to hurt you, however all of your pent up emotions surrounding the scandal had resurfaced.
you didn't want to hear braden's name anymore and you most definitely didn't want to recount the events of him cheating.
four years you had been together and three of those were spent living with him in new york. braden used to be your everything, he was your person, someone who knew you better than you knew yourself, until he completely broke you.
tears begin to prick your eyes as your chest tightens at the reminder of him, feelings of hurt and betrayal overwhelm you, quickly becoming insufferable. thankfully you manage to keep your composure and inhale a deep breath, before bidding jack a final goodbye, "enjoy your night jack".
you couldn't be reminded of braden anymore, you needed to let go.
walking away from jack you find yourself lost amongst the sea of people, however you sigh in relief when you notice lily dancing with a group of women. all six of them were decked out in hot pink, wearing feather boas as they appeared to celebrate one of their friends, a bride to be.
at least someone's love life was running smoothly.
hesitantly you make your way over towards the group and lily's gaze immediately finds yours as she sends you a bright smile, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the group of dancing bodies.
maybe being at home, locked in your room, wallowing in self-pity wasn't the answer. tonight was the distraction you needed, it was about you, not braden.
the past hour had been filled with the consumption of countless drinks. your previous limit of four had been long gone since the bridal party suggested rounds of shots, claiming it would send the soon to be weds on a marriage filled with everlasting love. despite your current, very dismal love life, who were you to bring upon suffering to the engaged couple?
a part of you wondered if this would have been you in a few years, a few months. did braden ever plan on marrying you, or were you just someone to entertain along the way, someone that provided permanency, stability and familiarity in his life?
someone he could always come home to, someone he could control.
as the hours continued to pass you hadn't failed to catch jack's eye multiple times. the limitless supply of alcohol was suddenly proving to be too strong, confirming your obvious attraction to the devils player. his crystalline blue eyes, wide bright smile, as he spoke with the man standing next to him was enough to make your cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson red.
he was perfect, enchanting almost and you had admittedly fallen victim to the jack hughes charm, lovely.
suddenly your heart sinks and something stirs in your stomach as you watch a petite blonde make her way over towards him. she places her hand on his arm, introducing herself and an unsettling feeling rises in your stomach.
she looked very similar, almost an exact replicate of the girl braden was rumoured to be dating, the girl he had cheated on you with. she leans in closer to whisper something into jack's ear and you watch as a small, polite smile graces his features.
maybe you did need a rebound for tonight.
your feet begin to move before your mind even has the chance to catch up and you walk up to him with a sudden surge of newfound confidence. you're standing right next to jack within a matter of a few seconds and you place your hand on his forearm, stirring his attention away from the conversation before him.
you notice a glint of confusion in his eyes however you choose to ignore it and tilt your head, sending him a small smile instead, "where did you get to? i've been looking everywhere for you".
the blonde takes a single step back, removing her hand from jack's chest with a frown. "you have a girlfriend?"
you attempt to mask the uncertainty in your voice and answer her question, "something like that". you refrain from looking at jack, worried by his reaction, or the probable chance that he now wears a very frustrated look. you wouldn't blame him, you had turned him down at the beginning of the night, snapped at him, and now here you were, essentially cockblocking him.
the girl scoffs and turns her attention back on to jack. she points her finger at him accusingly before insulting him, "you're an asshole". she's quick to begin storming off into the opposite direction and it doesn't take long for you to lose sight of her auburn red dress amongst the sea of people.
turning to face jack a wave of ease immediately overwhelms you. he wore a proud smirk on his face and his eyebrows raise at you in amusement. maybe he wasn't mad after all.
"did you come over here just to cockblock me?"
the question catches you off guard and you're left completely speechless.
you weren't going to admit the real reason as to why you had come over. you weren't going to give someone power over you, the same power that you had so naively granted braden.
however, any attempt to maintain the upper hand in the situation is quickly diffused as you breathlessly try to form a coherent sentence, any plausible excuse as to why you had in fact decided to interrupt his conversation with another girl.
he doesn't fail to miss the way your cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson red as you aimlessly struggle with your words.
"are you okay y/n? you seem a little flustered." jack crosses his arms over his chest and gazes at you intently. he bites the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide the smirk that had begun to cross his features.
"i think what you meant to say was repulsed".
jack laughs a hearty chuckle and you feel a small sense of pride, it felt good to outsmart him.
"i hope you don't play poker carlton, you have a terrible poker face". heat rushes to your cheeks at the newfound nickname and you're thankful for the darkness that encapsulated the small area of the bar you were currently situated in.
"i think you're the one getting flustered hughes", you retort back. his eyebrows raise, "maybe a little".
jack shifts closer towards you so that his body was now only inches from yours. he was ultimately towering over you and your breaths become short as a result of the close proximity. you had never wanted to feel someone's lips pressed against your own so badly, you had never craved someone more.
why had you agreed to those shots?
his voice hangs low as he musters a slightly seductive tone. "so, do you want to tell me what that was really all about, y/n?"
clearing your throat you gaze up at him. "you looked painstakingly bored with the conversation so i thought i would help you out".
you watch as a small chuckle escapes his lips, "i was actually quite interested in learning about the countless amount of model industries she had lined up for herself".
as much as you knew you would hate yourself the next morning, in your current, very intoxicated state, sleeping with jack felt right. you knew it was poor logic, but the familiar saying continued to plague your mind.
the only way to get over someone, was to get under someone else.
"so...does the offer still stand jack?" you send him your best doe eyes, eyelashes fluttering as you lightly trace your fingers across the neckline of his shirt. a small smirk creeps onto jack's features, however it's quickly replaced by a more serious look.
"that depends y/n.. how drunk are you?"
jack hadn't failed to notice the way you had stumbled over towards him earlier, and if he hadn't been so politely engaged in conversation with the blonde, he would have raced across the floor to your side and urged you to take a seat.
you laugh slightly at his response. jack hughes, known as the heartbreaker of the nhl was concerned about how much you had drunk?
it was as if jack was reading your mind. "even i have my limits y/n, taking advantage of drunk girls is definitely one of them".
"i'm fine" you respond back dryly, slightly insulted by his assumption of your intoxicated state.
it appears that the only person you were trying to convince of your sobriety however was yourself. in perfect timing your heel accidentally clips the side of the high-table, causing you to slightly stumble forwards. jack's hands immediately snake around your waist, preventing you from falling face first into the ground.
was this some wicked game the universe was playing on you?
he sends you a knowing look, "do you want me to grab you a glass of water?" you shake your head, "i think i'm going to head home, i'm pretty tired".
you more so felt embarrassed and you couldn't help but fear if this would be a topic of conversation in the devils locker room. you could only assume how the conversation would play out, and you couldn't bear the thought of mitch's reputation being slightly punctured by your antics tonight.
"i hate to say it but i think your friend is relatively occupied, do you want me to go break it up?" he nods his head in the direction of lily and a small smile graces your lips as she laughs along with who you assumed to be two of jack's friends.
"i'll just grab an uber, i don't want to ruin her night".
"you can't leave by yourself y/n" jack sighs, seriousness laced heavily in his tone of voice.
he shakes his head, "i'll come with you then".
"you know if you wanted to sleep with me that badly hughes you could just say it, avoid all this innuendo bullshit". you send jack a smile before tripping over your own feet again. he's quick to grab your elbow, helping you to balance.
"i'll come with you because i want to make sure you get home safe".
"i'll message nico and ask him to ride home with her".
your heart swells at his response and you eventually oblige, leading the way out of the bar with jack trailing closely behind in suit. he continues to walk as you stop at the entrance of the bar. jack notices your sudden apprehension and turns around to face you.
were you really about to leave with the one person known for his sexual proclivities with countless women in the league?
jack notices your weariness and sends you a soft smile.
"i promise i just want to get you home safe, should we get some fresh air and walk for a bit? i can order an uber on the way." you nod at jack and begin to trail behind him slowly. he holds his hand out for you to grab and you hesitate for a moment, before obliging and lacing your fingers with his.
jack watches your gaze drift down to your hands laced together. he clears his throat, "so i don't lose you. it's dark and there's people everywhere". you send him a soft smile in response, maybe you were wrong about him.
the two of you continued walking at a relatively comfortable pace. the only thing that continued to plague your mind was that if anyone managed to snap a photo of this, the two of you leaving a bar, hand in hand, it would be incredibly incriminating.
"how much did you have to drink anyways?"
your eyebrows furrow in contemplation, desperately trying to remember what you had downed, however it's merely a failed attempt, your memory was hazy.
"i'm not sure, two vodka sevens and three shots of tequila? actually maybe four, malibu too maybe?"
"and three whiskey sour's" jack finishes for you.
you pretend to mull over the thought, dramatically furrowing your eyebrows, feigning confusion. "i had three of those?"
jack stops in his tracks, concern growing over his features. "y/n"
"i was just messing with you, i do remember, some arrogant athlete gave one to me". you wink and nudge his shoulder before eliciting a slight chuckle.
jack's lips curve upwards slightly forming a soft smile, "ah i see how it is".
the two of you continue to walk as the coolness of the winter night grows, sending a chill to run its course down your spine. suddenly, you feel light rain begin to fall over the night sky.
jack stutters and when you move your gaze to follow his you realise why. your previously white dress, was now completely clear, revealing the lace bra clad to your body. jack's bottom lip was caught between his teeth as he awkwardly fought to look anywhere else but your exposed chest.
embarrassment quickly floods your features and jack clears his throat, making quick work to take his jumper off.
warmth immediately overwhelms your body as jack's jumper envelops your shivering frame. muttering a small thank you the two of you continue walking before you feel a wave of nausea rise in your body.
you pull lightly on jack's hand and you're thankful that he takes the hint. "let's sit down for a little bit" he says. jack leads you over towards a bench that was positioned directly under a set of trees that would thankfully provide a thin layer of protection from the rain.
immediately leaning over the side of the bench, you retch, emptying the contents of your stomach into the grass below you. almost instinctively jack reaches to grab your hair, holding it out of the way.
amidst your retching you hear the sound of commotion coming from what you assumed to be a group of intoxicated men, their loud, deep voices carrying throughout the street. jack moves from his previous spot beside you to stand directly behind you. it was an obvious attempt at providing you with some semblance of privacy by blocking their direct line of sight onto you.
you feel your heart warm briefly at the simple question, yet you quickly rid yourself of the feeling and mutter a brief "i think so", in response.
"do you want me to call your brother?"
you shake your head, "he will probably have a heart attack when he finds out you're the one helping me home". jack's eyebrows furrow in confusion and his hands shift to rest comfortably on either side of his hips, "how come?"
"you don't exactly have the most innocent reputation when it comes to women jack."
the words callously fall from your mouth and you immediately regret them, mentally cursing yourself for how unfiltered you were being. although initially you had your opinions about him, jack had begun to prove you wrong.
he bites the inside of his cheek and breaks eye contact with you. jack heaves a deep sigh, "i don't just sleep around for the hell of it y/n, i have my reasons".
"i know i just- i'm sorry" you nervously ramble.
"it's okay, let's just get you home" he hums. upon standing you feel yourself stumble forward slightly and as if it was now instinct, jack's arm wraps around your waist, keeping you steady.
he watches as you reach for your purse, fumbling throughout it's contents, clearly in search of something specific. you pull out a piece of gum and tissues and wipe your face before popping a piece of mint gum into your mouth.
to both yours and jack's dismay, the rain had begun to get heavier. he tugs on your arm lightly, directing you in a completely different direction.
your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and jack seems to notice this, "my place is just five minutes from here, it's much closer, you'll be drenched by the time we get back to yours".
"and then we're going to sleep together?"
the question falls from your mouth before you can even stop yourself and you quickly become embarrassed of your lack of filter. it was obvious that you were craving validation, curious as to whether in his completely sober state, he was still interested in you. jack's eyes shrink in confusion and you avert your gaze away from his and onto the ground beneath you.
male validation was the last thing you should've been looking for after the breakup, however you couldn't help but feel the insecurities rise once more as you think back to the photos circulating of braden and the girl.
was he cheating all throughout your relationship? were you not good enough for him? what did she have that you didn't have?
jack sighs, grabbing either side of your waist gently. one of his hands moves to cup your jaw, urging your gaze to meet his. "there is no chance that's happening tonight, i'm not that kind of guy".
"really? from what i've heard you sleep with anyone that has a pair of boobs". a small laugh leaves your lips at the comment, however you're quick to stop yourself when jack wears a tight-lipped smile. he hadn't found it funny.
god why were you so unfiltered and insensitive when drunk.
"y/n we've been through this, that's not entirely true i-"
you cut jack off as your insecurities continue to plague your mind and your drunken rambling continues. your voice hangs low, "am i not pretty enough for you? i know well.. obviously i must not be pretty enough for braden but...you seemed to think so earlier".
jack sighs, both of his hands resting on your arms as he gently rubs his hands up and down, noticing your shivering body. "you're very pretty y/n".
his lips curve upwards slightly. "i didn't say never, just not tonight, not while you're like this".
unbeknownst to you, jack wasn't planning on making this a temporary, casual hookup. you had intrigued the middle hughes, sparked something within him that most had failed to do since his last relationship.
he knew pursuing the well-known mitch marner's sister would leave him on thin ice, it was a precarious situation, one which could consequently only further tarnish the reputation he held. however jack knew who he was, who he could be, and he was determined to prove you wrong.
you sigh dreamily as your hand reaches forward, gently rubbing up and down his firm chest, feeling his probing muscles beneath his shirt.
it was clear to jack that the significant amount of alcohol you had consumed was providing you with a surge of newfound confidence, and who was he to complain.
"it's too bad you sleep around. you're very attractive" you state, before slightly losing your balance once more, stumbling off the side of the curb. jacks arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into his side.
at this rate, he knew you were just drunkenly rambling.
"it's too bad you're rude" he retorts back, mimicking you. you raise your eyebrows at him. "i like to think i'm just being honest".
"is it just the alcohol or are you always this unfiltered?" he questions, and you incite a laugh in response, "i have no clue".
jack watches as your previous happy demeanour shifts into serious. "are you really as good as everyone says you are?" the question catches jack off guard briefly, and he sends you a look of confusion, tilting his head slightly.
"you've seen me play y/n, i guess that's up to you".
you shake your head, he was completely oblivious. "that's not what i meant jack". raising his eyebrows at you he urges you to continue. you sigh softly, feeling slightly embarrassed by the question and your voice drops low into a whisper, "are you as good in bed as people say you are".
a smile plays on his lips, "i guess you'll have to find that out for yourself another time" before leading you though the doors of his house.
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