(this fic is based off one of those lil viral tik tok trends)
“So what are we doing again? Is this shit going to stress me out again.” Jack sighed as you sat him down in front of your phone.
“I promise it’s something easy just a little trend I saw going around.” Jack rolled his eyes but nonetheless sat down.
Jack wasn’t exactly a fan when it came to all of these new trends you decided to do and try out.
“What’s it about?” He asked and patted the spot next to him for you to sit down which you did.
“Okay so you have to rate different hugs you’d be okay with another guy giving me.” You explained the rules to him.
The minute those words came out of your mouth Jack looked at you like you had two heads growing out of your neck. “Excuse you?” He scoffed.
“You heard me babe.” You stiffed a laugh as he huffed. “Why do you do this to me? I would never be okay with another man hugging you unless it’s me.”
“Oh come on grumpy it’ll be fun I promise. We’re gonna rate the hugs from one to ten with ten being the worse and one being okay.” You explained the general rules to him.
Jack sighed dramatically as you set up the camera. Before you pressed record you made sure the two of you were in the frame.
“Hi guys!” You smiled into the camera as you started your introduction. “Today I’m with Jack and he’ll be rating different hugs he’d be okay with another guy giving me.” You told the fans.
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. “Just for the record I would never be okay with this. Just for any guys out there watching this don’t even think about hugging my girl.” He glared into the camera making you giggle.
“Okay, okay let’s start so you tap the screen and the first hug will appear.” He moved his finger to the screen before taping it.
He watched intently as the different positions shuffled across the screen before landing on the first hug. He smiled seeing it was the ‘polite hug’
“Okay we’re starting off right I would actually approve of this hug ima rate this a one.” You rolled your eyes as he placed it to number one and shuffled the hugs again.
“The self hug? Oh so this hug you just hug yourself? shit put that at two.” You put it at two and shuffled the screen again. “The hug at the waist? What the hell he’ll literally be touching you with his dick with this one.”
“Jack!” You laughed as he looked at you in utter shock. “Put that shit at fucking ten that’s the worse one.” He cried out.
“Like look at it he’s literally pressing all up on you. Let me find out you fantasize about shit like this, you trynna cheat on me?” He raised his grows but you paid him no mind and shuffled the hugs again.
“A group hug hmm put that at number three yeah.” Jack clicked his tongue still irritated from the last hug. “A slow dance hug? be fucking serious Y/N.” You giggled.
“What?! You act like I’m out here doing this with a bunch of guys.” He side eyed you before placing that hug at number nine.
“Not the side eye that’s insane.” He huffed. “I don’t know what you do when you’re out running these supposedly errands.”
“The next one is the cuddle hu- Y/N turn this shit off because you got my blood pressure on ten.” You doubled over in laughter as Jack shook his head at you. “Put that shit at eight I guess.”
“The classic hug finally a good one put that at four.” He sighed. “You know we need to do this with you once we’re done. I want to see what hugs you’d be okay with me giving other girls.”
You scoffed. “You ain’t hugging no other girl unless it’s Maggie.” His jaw flew open. “Not the double standards that’s crazy.”
“The next one is the back hug I think the fuck not that’s our thing we do that.” He looked at you the hurt evident in his eyes.
“What?” You raised your hands in defense. “Jack it’s a prank I’m not actually doing this.” You laughed. “Put it at a seven the next one is the resting heads on each other hug? Put that at a six.”
“How many of these do we have left Y/N? I don’t like this game.” You snickered. “Just two left I promise.”
You clicked shuffle again and landed on the eye to eye hug. Jack turned to the side and looked at you and it looks could kill you’d definitely be dead. “Dead ass? The eye to eye hug so you’re looking guys in the eyes now when you hug them you’re just out here cheating on me.”
You chuckled. “Jack it’s a prank! I don’t do this shit.” He clicked his tongue. “You know what let’s do one more and wrap this up because I think we’re gonna need couples therapy after this.”
You giggled and coo’d at him but nonetheless shuffled the hugs one last time you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing at the final hug.
“The pick pocket hug?! So you just got this man’s whole ass hand in your pocket touching all up on your ass??” Jack was in utter disbelief. “Add another box dammit.” You were a laughing mess at his little crash out moment.
“Y/N I’m being serious add another box because that’s number eleven ain’t no way in hell is another man touching your ass. You know what I’m done with this and I’m done with you.”
Jack stood up and you grabbed his hand trying to pull him back but with him being much stronger he ended up pulling you along with him, you were sitting on the floor as he dragged you along with him as he walked away.
“Jack it’s a joke baby I would never do any of this.” You giggled as the tears started falling from your eyes due to the amount of laughter.
“No I don’t wanna hear it baby at all.” The rest of the night was spent reassuring your big baby of a man that you would never in a million years allow a man to hug on you.
- a few nights later -
“Jack.” You called out for him and smiled when he appeared not even a second later in your shared bedroom.
“Yeah babe?” You watched as he made his way to the bed and took a seat next to you. “You wanna do a little challenge?” He rolled his eyes. “Remember how the last challenge went?”
“This time I promise it won’t be bad.” He sighed. “You always say this Y/N and nine times out of ten it’s always bad, but let me hear it.”
“So this is similar to the rate the hugs but instead of hugs it’s rating what type of different kisses my boyfriend would be okay with me giving to other men.”
Jack’s entire mind went blank he didn’t understand or wasn’t sure on how to process what you just said. “You know what I think ima go.” He said and you giggled as he left out of room, not without slamming the door of course.
(I’m just posting this to clear out my drafts I was planning on deleting this piece but Ima just let this be the last fic I’ll ever post 😭. Anyways I don’t plan on this doing well since it’s dead as fuck on here now but oh well. Whoever reads this I hope you find it funny? 😭 shit idkkk)
Synopsis: You steal his favorite hoodie one cold December evening… and don’t say a word 😌
Jack stood in front of the closet —shirtless, curls a mess— holding a pair of sweatpants in one hand, and staring into the open closet like he was losing his mind.
“You seen my grey hoodie?” he mumbled, bending down to kneel, digging through the bottom drawer now. “Y’know — the one with the little red logo on the sleeve?”
You looked up from your spot on the bed, tucked under your favorite blanket, with your legs tucked underneath you, pretending not to know what he was talking about.
“Which one?” you asked sweetly, chewing your lip to keep from laughing.
“The soft one, with the long drawstring.” He kept his eyes on the drawer, like maybe if he focused hard enough, it would reappear. “I wore it to Urban’s last week.”
You nodded innocently. “Hmm. Maybe it’s in the laundry?”
He turned his head slowly, squinting like you were a suspect in a hoodie theft.
“I already checked,” he said matter-of-factly.
You blinked, doing your best impression of a concerned angel. “Then maybe you left it there…” You smiled softly, like a kid busted.
“I didn’t,” he insisted. “I remember takin’ it off here.”
“Well, that’s weird,” you said, cuddling closer into the blanket. Meanwhile, you knew exactly where it was — on you, under the blanket, where it had been for the past few hours… ever since you took it from his drawer two days ago.
He sighed, disappearing into the hallway, mumbling to himself. “How the hell does a hoodie go missin’ in your own place?”
You waited until he disappeared into the laundry room, and then slowly but dramatically, lifted the edge of your blanket and peeked at the soft grey hoodie sleeves wrapped around your hands. The too-long cuffs, the worn collar, his scent still lingering on the collar and the whole fabric — it was too good to give back.
You tugged it tighter and smirked to yourself. “Mine now,” you whined.
He reappeared a few minutes later, a towel now thrown over his shoulder, brows furrowed together in full confusion.
“I’m actually losin’ it,” he said. “You sure you haven’t seen it?”
You shook your head — probably a little too fast. “Nope. Sorry, babe.”
He sighed again, grabbed his water bottle, and kissed your head before walking back out to the kitchen.
And when he was out of sight, you curled up deeper, sleeves pulled extremely long over your hands, buried in that hoodie like a guilty little thief in love.
Because nothing in the world felt safer than the weight of Jack’s hoodie wrapped around you like a blanket.
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The sun was dipping through the window when Jack came padding down the hall, barefoot and quiet, water bottle in hand.
He gently pushed the door open and walked inside.
You were curled up on your side, asleep on his side of the bed, blanket wrapped around you like a burrito — only a small piece of your hair peeking out. Completely tucked in, peaceful and still.
“Look at you,” he whispered.
He smiled, letting out a quiet breath. You looked adorable like that.
He crept in quietly and plopped down beside you on the bed, elbow propped on the mattress as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.
The blanket was almost hiding your pretty face, so he reached up and tugged it down a little — and that’s when he saw it.
His hoodie peeking out from your collarbone. Grey cotton, long drawstring, little red logo on the sleeve.
He froze, blinking in disbelief, pulling the blanket back a little more just to be sure.
“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” he whispered with a stunned little smile. “So this is where you been hidin’ it.”
And of course… looking so peaceful, soft lashes and cheek resting on your hand — how could he get mad? He let out a quiet laugh under his breath and shook his head.
You stirred slightly at the sound of his voice, letting out sleepy little whines but staying asleep — cuddled into the sleeve, since you’d worn it on purpose to nap like that.
You just scrunched your nose a little, brow burrowing sleepily as you turned toward him, bringing the cuff of the hoodie sleeve up to your cheek in your sleep.
He just lovingly watched you for a moment, soft and completely disarmed. His hoodie had never looked better — oversized on your tiny frame, sleeves drowning your hands, collar loose around your neck.
He thought looked better in it than he ever did — like it belonged there and had always belonged to you.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he whispered, brushing a finger over your cheek and pressing one more kiss there.
He grabbed his phone and took a quick photo of you all bundled up in his hoodie.
“The cutest little thief,” he muttered, grinning to himself.
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About half an hour later, you stretched again, blinked awake slowly, and let out a sleepy little yawn. Everything was peaceful — until you turned your head…
Jack was right there. Lying beside you, one arm behind his head, the other casually scrolling through his phone like nothing had happened — like he hadn’t just caught you red-handed.
You eyes widened and you froze completely — his hoodie!
You were still wrapped in his hoodie — the one he’d been looking for like crazy all day, the one you swore you hadn’t seen, the one that now smelled like both of you.
He noticed, of course. But still didn’t look at you — just scrolled with a smug little grin on his face.
“Sleep good?” he asked, voice low and teasing.
You made a tiny noise —half yawn, half whine— and immediately pulled the blanket over your entire head like a turtle retreating into its shell.
“Don’t look at me,” you whined from under the covers.
“I don’t have to,” he said camly. “I already got the picture.”
Your heart stopped. “Jack!!” you shrieked, muffled and mortified.
He laughed, finally putting his phone down and rolling to his side to face you — or rather, the blanket mound that was now you. His curls were flopping onto his forehead. His grin smug but somehow still soft.
“I KNEW I didn’t lose it,” he said, grinning. “You really had me thinking I left it at Mom’s.”
“…Maybe you did,” you protested weakly, still buried.
He reached over and poked gently at your shoulder, but you didn’t move. He chuckled and gently peeled back the blanket just enough to see your eyes.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said once again, leaning in to kiss your cheek for the millionth time — but only the first since you’d woken up.
“Are you mad?” you shyly asked in the tiniest voice.
He just looked at you for a long second, smiling like a man completely wrapped around your little hoodie-thieving finger. Like he couldn’t believe you’d even ask such a question.
“No,” he said softly. “Just would’ve liked to see you in it sooner.”
You let out a groan and shoved your face into his chest, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands again.
You made yourself comfortable there — buried in his chest, pressed against him, still wearing the hoodie, still embarrassed.
“Sorry, Jack,” you said in a soft, sing-songy voice. “It just smelled like you and it made me so happy.”
“I love you, sweet girl,” he mumbled into your hair.
requested! thank you.
content: fluff + implied spice, established but new relationship (~3 months), first “I love you.”
It was the kind of late night where the world outside didn’t exist — just the quiet hum of the TV you weren’t really watching and the steady thump of Jack’s thumb brushing over your thigh.
You were stretched across his couch, your legs draped lazily over his lap, your head tilted toward him as you scrolled aimlessly on your phone. Jack was pretending to watch whatever was playing, but you could feel his eyes on you more than once. The smirk tugging at his lips was a dead giveaway.
“What?” you asked without looking up, a small smile betraying your curiosity.
“Nothing,” he said, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
You finally set your phone down, raising a brow. “You’re staring.”
He didn’t deny it. Instead, he leaned in, his hand sliding up to cradle your jaw as he kissed you — slow at first, testing, like he had all the time in the world. You kissed him back with that little hum in your throat that always made him lose his rhythm.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, his free hand sliding to your hip, tugging you closer until you were nearly straddling him. You giggled against his mouth when he muttered something about you “starting trouble” for no reason.
You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, and that’s when it happened. Soft, quiet, like it had been sitting there for weeks just waiting to escape.
“I love you,” Jack said.
You froze. He froze.
His eyes widened just enough to tell you he hadn’t meant to say it yet. The tips of his ears went pink. “…oopsie?” he offered, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or take it back.
You stared at him for a beat, your pulse loud in your ears, trying to decide if you were going to tease him until he squirmed or close the space between you.
You chose the second.
Your mouth found his again, this time with more urgency, your hands sliding into his curls. He groaned softly against your lips, the sound melting into a laugh when you whispered, “Guess I love you too.”
His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you fully into his lap until your knees bracketed his thighs. The TV was long forgotten. His tongue brushed yours, slow and deliberate, and the taste of him made your head spin.
“You can’t just say that,” you murmured between kisses, “and expect me not to—”
“Not to what?” he smirked, interrupting with another kiss, one hand slipping under the hem of your shirt.
You laughed against his mouth, shaking your head. “You’re dangerous.”
Jack’s lips trailed down to your jaw, warm and lingering, before he murmured, “Yeah… but I’m totally yours now.”
The air between you was thick with the kind of promise that made your stomach twist in the best way. His hands roamed, mapping out the shape of your back, the curve of your waist, like he couldn’t decide which part of you he wanted to touch more.
You didn’t know how long you stayed like that — tangled up in him, kissing until your lips were swollen and your breath came short. All you knew was that whatever came next, the night was far from over.
