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Couple of Besties!

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This is a long one bc Robo does not get enough love. Let me know what you think! I love writing smut bc I’m a degenerate but I’m open to writing fluff as well if anyone is interested! Let me know if I missed a tag!

Warnings: Minors DNI!! Creepy misogynist tinder date, we hate all men except Robo, little bit of violence but not against the reader, Friends to lovers, unprotected PIV, oral (f receiving), fluff, aftercare, me hoping we sign Robo for 8 years

If you had to sit through another Tinder date with an insecure manlet that was intimidated by a strong personality and a career-driven women, you were going to sell all your shit and become a monk in the mountains.

Sitting across from Jake, the certified public accountant and a manager of the manosphere, you could feel your patience running thin. Currently, he was explaining that women’s brains were not as big as men’s so it’s unlikely a woman could do a complex job as well as a man could. The Italian restaurant he had chosen as your date spot was awful, everything was $100 and the portion sizes had the same diameter as a quarter. You were hungry, your dress was too tight around your stomach, your bra was digging into your back, and now this fucking idiot was implying you were a “lower species” because you were a woman and your only job was to cook, clean, and pop out kids.

You looked across the table, jaw tense while you tried to compose yourself before you crashed out. To be honest, you weren’t sure why you were trying to save his feelings because at the end of the day, you would rather go straight to hell than ever see this tool again.

“… I mean come on, it’s just Caitlyn Clark, I would beat her easily on 1-on-1 pickup any day of the week. Woman are just biologically too different.”

You stared, still trying to process what he was saying when your phone rang. Thanking god for the distraction before you got an assault charge, you picked up your phone and saw Jason calling. Glancing up to your “date”, you gave a condescending smile and held up a finger before you slid the button and placed the phone to your ear.

“Helloooo, I’ve been texting you for the past 20 minutes with no answer, I thought you died,” Jason exclaimed, voice full with pretend worry.

Jason and you had been friends since he moved to Dallas years ago. At the time, you were working as a vet technician while putting yourself through veterinary school. Jason was new to the area and had brought his cat, Murphy, in to establish care at your office. Luckily, you happened to be the technician assigned to help them out. After 30 minutes of the two of you talking and subsequently getting no work done, the friendship was official. You had written your number on the discharge paperwork and handed it to him with a small smile on your face. “If you ever need a guide to show you around or you need recommendations on good restaurants, give me a shout.”

Jason had given you a warm smile and a laugh, “don’t worry, I’ll text you as soon as I hit the parking lot.”

And he did just that. You two planned and decided to meet up to get lunch at a hole in the wall diner down the road when your shift ended. You guys talked and laughed for hours, finding out that you both hated cashews and have seen Step Brothers at least 30 times. It wasn’t a date and at the time, you both were fine with that. You were dating your ex at the time, still madly in love with his dumbass, and Jason was in a long distance relationship with his college girlfriend. No, this was just two strangers realizing they had a good connection and deciding to be friends.

Years later, you now owned your own practice, passing your boards 5 years ago with Jason and Murphy as your cheerleaders. The hundreds of late night quiz sessions, the thoughtful texts before practical exams and finals, along with Murphy’s willingness to let you examine him are some of the biggest reasons you had gotten through school in the first place. Jason always joked that he was going to write his name on your diploma when you weren’t looking and honestly, you would be okay with that. When you walked across the stage and held that expensive piece of paper in your hands, you searched for Jason in the crowd and found him starting at you in awe. Nobody could pay you enough to wipe the smile off your face and you finally become what you had always dreamed of being.

You both had grown a lot in the time since you met, going through breakups, makeups, first days and new homes while sticking together in stride. Life wasn’t easy for either of you, days were long and stress was handed out daily, but it was a little sweeter knowing that you had a best friend who wanted to see you succeed no matter what.

It was easy to smile when you thought of Jason and that’s exactly what you were doing right now, unfortunately and honestly looking a little goofy. “Yeah, sorry for not answering, I’m on this terrible date.”

Your date looked at you, eyes wide as he took in your words, “what the fuck?”

You heard Jason gasp, muffled by the hand you knew he threw over his mouth, “are you still with the guy?!”

You rolled your eyes and stood, shoving your free hand into your purse and threw down $50 to cover your shitty, 2-bite entree, and turned to walk away. You laughed, “yeah I’m leaving now. This was actual torture.” Before walking too far, you spun on your heel and waved at Josh…..err James? Whatever. You turned back around and walked towards to door, head held high because no matter how terrible the date, you knew you deserved more than this asshole could ever give you.

Jason was cackling at this point, shocked at your blatant disregard to the guy you went out with. “Well, I guess now that’s out of the way, wanna come over and watch Euphoria? I know you wanted to rewatch before the new episodes came out.” Jason couldn’t help but act like he didn’t love Euphoria as much as you did. You knew it was bullshit because he was always trying to find any excuse to watch it.

“You know,” you teased as you walked the sidewalk just outside of the restaurant, turning down a street where parking didn’t cost $35 an hour, “you don’t need an excuse to watch it, right?” You unlocked your car and took your time throwing your bag into the passenger seat and getting settled in before your 10 minute drive to Jason’s.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You laughed but it was cut off by a pounding at your window. Shocked, you gasped and jumped before spinning your head towards the driver side window. You have got to be kidding, this fucking guy again? There stood Jeffery….Jordan??Nonetheless, that psycho was banging on your window, fists balled up and hitting hard enough to shake the glass. You reacted quickly and slammed the lock button, ensuring that he wouldn’t be able to get inside. Jason heard the banging and called your name but you were so focused on the crazed man outside of your car that you didn’t answer at first.

“Get the fuck away from my car you freak,” you yelled, voice rising in tone as the reality of the situation hit you. It was 8 o’clock at night and you were parked on a side street, the streetlights few and far in between. Jason called your name again and you heard his car start in the background but you were still frozen.

“You wanna say that shit to my face again, bitch?” The man spat, his fists punching at your window and your side mirror. His face was a deep red, spittle flying from his mouth as he continued yelling, “not so big and bad are you?”

Your breathing was labored, scared out of your mind that he was going to break your window and get in. Suddenly remembering you were still on the phone with your best friend, you whimper, “Jason, I’m scared, what do I do?”

“Just stay where you are, okay?” His voice is calm and firm, giving you no room for argument.

You began beeping your car’s horn, hoping it will deter this asshole from banging on your window but it doesn’t. It feels like forever passes, Jason’s presence still felt while you waited on the phone with him. Out of no where, you hear a car revving and skirting to a halt behind yours, the side street still so dark beside the headlights passing. You turned your head to face the noise and your harasser does the same, his eyes go wide at what he sees.

The door to a sedan flies open and out jumps Jason, just the man you were hoping to see. At this point, you had tears staining the corners of your eyes because this was just your luck, to get your windows smashed in by some nobody misogynist you met on Tinder.

“Man, get away from the car,” Jason yells while he approaches the man slowly, like a wild animal he was afraid to startle. While the winger has a sweet face and the most gentle smile, he looked really intimidating at the moment. He wasn’t small by any means, 6’3 and over 200lbs of lean muscle chiseled by years of hockey. As he approached your car, Jason made sure to stare down his nose at your date.

“Who the fuck are you?” Jake sneered, obviously annoyed that his scheduled tormenting time is being interrupted.

“Look,” Jason replied, his hands reached forward, palms facing out, “just leave. Don’t make this into something it doesn’t have to be.” God, even when he was defending you from a psycho, Jason was still so levelheaded.

Jake laughed, a nasty, bitter laugh before he spit towards your friend’s feet, “oh course this dumb bitch calls a man to come and handle her problems, typical.”

Now, while Jason was typically slow to anger and honestly, not much of a fighter, there was no way he would let anybody call you a bitch. Before he knew it, Jason’s right fist was clenching and connecting with Jake’s jaw in one clean throw. He knew this was wrong and he knew that this could hurt his career if it got leaked that an NHL superstar was fighting a random man, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Jake was thrown backwards and wobbled on his feet before ultimately falling to the pavement in a heap.

“I’ll give you one more chance to get the fuck out of here,” Jason bit out, “or we’re going to have a serious fuckin’ issue.” And at that, Jake flew to his feet and ran the opposite direction back towards the shitty Italian restaurant.

You sat in your car, slacked jaw at what you had just seen. You were still terrified but god was that incredible to watch. You quickly unlocked your car door and flew out, almost tripping over your own two feet as you flew into Jason’s chest and wrapped your arms around his neck, deeply inhaling the scent of his cedar cologne and mint gum he was chewing. You were laughing and crying, so thankful that he came to your rescue. He wrapped his arms around you, tight enough to squeeze the breath from your lungs while he kissed the crown of your head and rested his head there. The two of you sat in silence for a minute, letting the gravity of the situation dissipate into the cool night air.

“Thank you, Jason,” you mumbled into his neck, lips brushing against the sensitive skin, tears slipping down the column. Goosebumps prickled their way to the surface while he held on a little bit tighter before finally pulling back and forcing you to stand straight again, his arms still wrapped around you. You looked up at him, eyes glassy and mascara running down your cheeks, and gave him a gentle smile. Jason moved his hands from your waist and gently rested them on your cheeks while he gave you a once over, scanning from head to toe to make sure you weren’t hurt. He wiped at the dark smudges below your eyes, cleaning them up as best as he could without totally ruining the whole look.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, voice trembling from the leftover adrenaline coursing through your body. His face remained stony, lips slightly downturned, taking one more look before pulling you back into his arms, heaving a huge sigh of relief that he got here in time. His chin rested on your head again while he looked over at your car and saw some of the damage from the tantrum the man-child threw. While it was minor and ultimately easily fixable, Jason couldn’t even begin to think of what he would have done to you if he had gotten in. Jason felt your tears soak into his cotton t-shirt and he brushed him palm down your hair, trying to soothe you, “it’s okay honey, I’m right here.”

Your tears were starting to dry up the longer you were in his arms. You felt protected, safe inside this cocoon of warmth and the smell of his shampoo. He didn’t rush you, he just allowed you to stay wrapped around him while he continued petting your hair and giving you little words of encouragement.

You don’t know how long how gone by before the last tear had dried and you were pulling your face out from his chest after giving him one last squeeze. Jason smile down at you and stepped back, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his still running car. The fact that no one stole it was honestly a miracle. He opened the passenger door and gently corralled you to sit before grabbing the seatbelt and buckling you in, tucking the hair covering your eye behind your ear before he stepped back and closed the door.

You missed him immediately but in 1 minute, the driver’s door opened and he got in, holding your purse, your water, and your car keys. You hadn’t even realized he went to your car because he came back so quickly. Shutting his door, he set your huge metal water bottle in the cup holder before he brushed your knees out towards the door so he could set your purse down on the floor. He clicked the lock button on your key and tossed the set into your purse.

You just stare at him, dreaming of what your life could be if he was yours. Yes, you knew he was hot, anyone with eyes could see that. But he was just so kind and gentle, reliable and safe. There were few people on this Earth that you could trust like you trusted Jason. You had always wished you could get the courage to tell him what you thought but you valued him too much to potentially ruin your whole friendship. It was enough to just be able to have him by your side. He turned the radio on, low music filling the silence as he put the car in drive and began pulling away from the curb. You reached out and grabbed the hand he let rest on his thigh when he drove, giving it a gentle squeeze but saying nothing and keeping your face forward. He didn’t let go.

You also realize in that moment that Jason had sped to come get you. You two had each other’s locations just in case he got kidnapped for ransom or you got hit by a car trying to help a raccoon cross the road. The restaurant was 10 minutes away from his house, 15 with traffic and you didn’t tell him where you were. You opened your phone and checked the call log and sure enough, you were only on the phone together for 7 minutes. Jason was a grandma driver, the entire time he drove he never went over the speed limit. Cars would high beam him constantly because he rarely let himself going a mile over, exactly like he was doing now. He never paid the road ragers any mind because all that mattered is that he arrived in one piece. He threw all caution to the wind to come help you, no matter how scared he probably was to do so.

Jason always laughed when you called him a granny driver. He never told you but the only time he drove extra careful was when you were in the car with him. He was still slow for sure by himself but as soon as you sat down in the passenger seat, he knew it was his only job in that moment to keep you safe.

Here you go fuckin’ crying again. As Jason pulled into his garage, you wiped the tears from your eyes and begrudgingly let go of his hand while you grabbed your purse and water. Before you could even blink, he was out of the car and opening your door, his arm was outstretched and his palm faced upwards, waiting for you to take it. You smiled, and grabbed it, allowing him to tug you up into a standing position, gently knocking into him. You two walked hand in hand inside, dropping your purse off on the coat hanger before making your way to the living room.

“Im gonna go and take a shower and change. This dress is making it hard to breathe.” Thankfully you had stayed over multiple times and had spare comfy clothes stashed here. As great as it would be to wear his clothes, you’re sure the pant leg on his sweats wouldn’t go up your thigh. Jason nodded his head and hummed in agreement, giving you a soft smile. Quickly shooting him a thank you, you walked up the stairs and into the guest bedroom AKA your bedroom. Since you two had been friends for almost a decade at this point, you had accumulated quite a bit of stuff that lived exclusively at Jason’s house.

The room was painted a dark emerald green with plush cream colored carpet, because while he said no to Dallas Stars’ colors, you were able to persuade him to allow something similar. A queen bed sat in the middle of the room, a simple dark oak headboard popped out against the ivory bedspread, a bunch of bullshit accent pillows spread out. For some reason, Jason loved accent pillows but in your opinion, they were useless. If you can’t use them to sleep, literally what was the point? Truly you only left them on there to appease him.

You walked to the dark oak dresser and pulled out a comfy oversized t-shirt, underwear, and a pair of pajama shorts that had little robots printed across them, a gift Jason got you for Christmas last year. You walked into the on-suite bathroom and began to undress, ready to wash the day away.

Downstairs, Jason was pacing across the living room, thoughts coming at him a mile a minute. While you were showering, he thought it would be a good idea to order some pizza and try to make you as comfortable as possible. The problem, however, was that he could not stop thinking of the way your arms felt when they wrapped around him or the feeling of your lips brushing against his neck. He felt awful because he knew that you had experienced something traumatic and the last thing he should be thinking about was the way your body felt holding his.

Jason tried multiple times to get his mind off of it, cleaning up his living room and searching for Murphy to serve as a distraction. It was all no use, you were in every crevice of his brain. From the first time that Jason met you, he knew that he had to be in your life one way or another. You were kind, funny, smart, and beautiful but you had a boyfriend at the time, because of course you did. He was more than happy to just exist in the same world as you. As the years went on, it felt wrong to confess the feelings that had been building up. He didn’t want you to think that he had only hung out with you because he wanted to be sleep with you. He wanted to be friends with you because you were magnetic, pulling him into your orbit the minute you opened your mouth. The time you two spent together always felt so special because Jason could just be his authentic self. No cameras, no kids looking up to him, no investors or coaches judging his every move, he could just breathe with you.

The door bell rang out through the downstairs, pulling him out of his thoughts before he began to spiral. He ran to the door and grabbed the pizza, sliding the driver some cash before chirping a quick thanks and shutting the door. As he set the food on the coffee table, you walked down the stairs, your face bare and your hair still a little damp.

Jason felt his breath catch in his throat when he looked towards you. You were wearing the shorts he gifted you and a Stars t-shirt, the outline of your nipples peaking through as the chill from the air conditioner wrapped around you, beating off the warmth from your shower. A hot feeling of possession shot through his body, feeling prideful that you were wearing something that he bought you and something that had his last name on it in big, bold letters.

Your legs were shiny, lotion perfuming the living room while you sat in your favorite spot on the couch, just one cushion away from his normal seat. You tucked your feet under you while you opened the box on the coffee table, the smell of pizza making you drool. “I am so glad you ordered something,” you said as you grabbed a slice and took a big bite, a moan falling out at the taste. “That Italian place sucked by the way,” you continued, mouth still full, “they tried to give me 8 pieces of pasta as an entree.”

Jason laughed, knowing all too well about the small portions at fancy restaurants. Being a professional athlete meant getting invited to Michelin star restaurants and leaving hungry every single time because the entree was a snack for him. He burned way too many calories a day to eat a dime-sized bowl of soup for dinner.

“Was it at least good?” He questioned, following your lead and grabbing a piece.

“I mean…I guess? For the price? Absolutely not,” you scoffed. “It was like $19 for mozzarella sticks. The only difference is that they were named ‘ herb crusted mozzarella logs’. Give me a fuckin’ break.”

The look on his face was priceless, a mixture of intrigue and disgust because while $19 was crazy, he did love mozzarella sticks. You caught that look and wagged your finger at him, “literally do not even think about it, I will disown you.” While you tried to keep your tone serious, the laughter flooded out at the end of your sentence causing you to snort.

Jason was cackling at this point, loving the noises you made when you laughed. Half the time, when he was laughing it wasn’t because of whatever half-baked joke you said but because of the way you laughed at yourself, loud and unapologetic. You grinned and shoved his shoulder, knowing exactly what he was doing. You grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, pulling up Euphoria.

“You know, the fact that you buy every streaming service on the market is crazy.” You two never talked about money because it really wasn’t your business and to be fair, you were pretty happy with your finances. It was, though, very fun to insinuate he was the richest man on the planet and he wiped his nose with $100 bills.

“I should just buy a top hat and monocle at this point, really sell the billionaire lifestyle.”

“They didn’t come with your contract?”

“I wanted to get new ones. I’m thinking gold-plated with a diamond chain for the monocle?”

You threw your head back and laughed. He always played along with your stupid jokes and it never failed to entertain you.

Groaning, you looked over at him and gave him a soft smile, “you’re so dumb.”

He grinned and brushed your hair behind your ear, “I know.” His hand rested on your face for a beat too long before pulling it back quickly, like you had burnt him. He gave an awkward laugh before turning back towards the tv and pressing play on the show. Had he realized that your heart was in your chest? Why had he pulled away?

In all of the time you two had spent together, you were never particularly touchy with each other. Usually, one of you had a significant other and it wouldn’t be appropriate to have your hands all over each other. Sure, your partners over the years had been jealous of the relationship you two shared but you never took any of those concerns seriously. Jason wouldn’t ever tell you but every girlfriend he’s had has also been jealous of the relationship between you two. It wasn’t hard to see the way he dropped everything for you if you needed help or the fact that you bent over backwards to watch every game he played, cheering so loud your throat burned.

Jason cleared his throat once, “you know, I was really worried today.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you,” his voice just above a whisper, the words filling the space between you slowly.

You looked to him and took in his expression, concern wrinkling his brow and a slight downturn to his lips. “You’ll never lose me.”

Fuck it, he had to say something. Tonight was too close for comfort. If something had happened, he would never be able to forgive himself. Jason closed his eyes and let out a long breath before finally deciding that he couldn’t live in this limbo for any longer. “What if there’s something that I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time but I’m too scared that I’ll lose you if I do?”

Your stomach dropped and you turned to face him, eyes wide with your hands resting on the cushion that separated the two of you. Was he getting traded? Did he sign a contract somewhere else? What if he met someone that didn’t like that you two were so close?

“Nothing that you could say would ever make me leave. You’re my best friend, Jason.”

His eyes opened slowly and he met your stare. “Um, well I—,” he stuttered before mentally kicking himself. Here he goes trying to profess his biggest confession to you and he can’t even get the words out. You grabbed his hand and squeezed once, giving him a small smile. Even though you were internally freaking out, hoping he would just get this over with so you could cry yourself to sleep, you sat patiently.

You let yourself enter work mode, falling into the times when your patient was doing poorly but you had to keep your head on straight because you were their last hope. You repeated the same affirmations, you were able to overcome anything and everything as long as you kept your cool. No matter how bad you wanted to lose your shit, it’s never gotten you anywhere before.

Taking one last deep breath, Jason began confessing everything he had been feeling up until now, years of emotions crawling up his throat, finally ready to escape. “I was scared today, like, really scared.”

You nodded your head, letting him know you were listening.

“You mean more to me than you’ll ever know. When I wake up in the morning and before I go to bed, I think of you. I think of what you’re doing, how your day went, did you skip lunch again because you had a patient? When am I going to see you next?”

Your heart skipped a beat. This feels like a breakup, like a goodbye before he leaves forever.

Jason was still building up his courage, still so scared that this would change your friendship and take it to a place that you could never come back from. He squared his shoulders and let out one more breath before deciding that he just had to go for it. He would rather get this off his chest than sit and wonder forever if you two could have ever be more.

“I want to be the man you wake up next to every morning. I want to be the man who takes you to restaurants that serve real portion sizes. I want to be the man that lets you talk all night about the clotting cascade being disrupted when a pet gets into rat poison,” he huffed out a laugh at that. You loved talking about the clotting cascade for some reason and while he had no idea what most of the terms you said meant, he could listen to you nerd out forever.

“I want to be everything you need. For years I spent time with partners that never got me like you do. The didn’t get my stupid dad jokes or my paralyzing fear of failure. They never understood the way my brain works. They never knew me like you did, like you do,” the words were coming out quickly now, one long string of thoughts with tiny gasps of air in between.

Your lips were parted, mouth dry at hearing the words tumble out of his mouth. “Jason, I—“.

“Please, just let me finish and then you can say whatever you have to say.”

You nodded once.

“I love you and I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t tell you. I love you more than just a friend, more than just best friends. You bring me so much happiness, you give me hope and joy and—“ his words were cut off as you crashed your lips to his. You couldn’t sit here and watch him drown in anxiety when you knew that everything he was saying, you felt it too.

He gasped, shocked at your move before his body finally caught up with his brain and he kissed you back, his hands resting on either side you your neck. You almost felt frenzied, unable to stop your tongue from swiping against his bottom lip before pushing into his mouth. He gave back everything and more, moving his hands from your neck to pull on your waist, bringing you ever closer to him. He needed to feel you everywhere and 1 cushion away from him would just not do. Your mouth opened and your breath hitched as he pulled you almost onto his lap. You wanted to slow down and take your time to really bask in the feeling of him holding you but you had already waited so long. Your hands flew to his hair, nails gripping his scalp and tugging gently, coaxing a low moan from his mouth.

What was the catch? Why was he telling you all of this now? As much as you didn’t want to think about the reasons behind his actions, you couldn’t stop. You felt the fuzziness in your head dissipate and you forced yourself to break away from him, chest heaving while you caught your breath. Jason chased your lips before realizing you had backed up from him. His brown eyes were wide, the color being swallowed by his pupils as he worked to calm himself down. He didn’t want to freak you out with how intense he was being but fuck he didn’t want to let go when you pulled away.

“Is this the part where you tell me you’re leaving Dallas forever and going to some far away city?” You sniffled, already bracing yourself for the shoe to drop.

His brown wrinkled and his head tilted slightly, confused because he wasn’t sure what you were talking about. He wasn’t getting traded, he actually just resigned again for 8 years and he was waiting to tell you. He wasn’t going anywhere for a long time.

“Don’t act like you’re not professing your love just so you can leave me here,” tears were welling as you spoke. One blink would send them cascading down your cheeks but you continued to hold on, not wanting to make him feel guilty for living his dream. You knew this was always a possibility and while you never wanted to think about him leaving, it had crossed your mind from time to time.

He laughed and immediately threw his hand over his mouth, shocked at his own action. He didn’t mean to laugh but the whole situation was finally hitting him. He finally told you how he felt after years of putting it off and you kissed him. And now, after that, you weren’t rushing to take it back or say you made a huge mistake, you thought that he was leaving you and you were ready to cry. The look you were giving him took his breath away, the emotions swirling in your eyes but hope still managed to break through. “I can’t cry again, Jason, my eyes hurt so bad,” you whimpered, your throat stinging but still trying to lighten the heaviness surrounding your heart.

He breathed your name and lifted his hands to cup your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing back and forth under your eyes to wipe away the tears that were now freely falling. “I’m not leaving, sweetheart. This wasn’t some big ruse to tell you I got traded or signed somewhere else. I was actually going to tell you tonight that I just signed for 8, I actually have a cookie cake in the fridge I got for you to announce it,” he chuckled, grin lighting up his face at the way your eyes scrunched together, the cogs in your brain working overtime. He had called you earlier to invite you over so he could tell you in person, serendipity showing up in the best way.

“I’m telling you all of this because I realized tonight that no one could love you the way that I love you. They won’t even come close. And no one will ever love me the way I know you do. There is no one else I could image going through this life with.”

You let out a sob and tackled him into the couch, your body flush with his while you buried your head into his neck. “I love you so much, Jason,” your voice quivered, crying even though you just told him you couldn’t anymore. You were filled with such joy that he wasn’t leaving, he was staying and he loved you. His arms wrapped around your waist and squeezed while he kissed the top of your head. You pulled your head out from his neck and moved to straddle him so you could look at him properly.

He looked so fucking cute like this, lying under you with red dusting his cheeks and a goofy smile plastered on his face. His hair was a mess, sticking up in different directions from your earlier tugging. His hands were gripping your hips now, fingers digging into the fat there like he was scared you would disappear. You wouldn’t.

Your hands rested on his chest and you felt his breathing even out while his hands moved to play with the fabric of your shorts, his fingers sliding just beneath the leg opening to graze your skin. “I can’t believe you’re actually wearing these,” he chuckled, head shaking at the robots staged in different poses that covered your thighs.

You giggled, brushing away the hair from his brow, “they are some of the most comfortable shorts I own. You just never see me in them because they’re a tinyyy bit too short for casual wear.” You let your pointer finger and thumb almost meet, with about an inch gap to spare.

“I, for one, would never complain about that.”

You shook your head, a smirk dancing on your lips. “We have got to work on your flirting skills.”

He laughed, his hand sliding underneath the shorts again, thumb roaming back and forth on your smooth thigh (thank god you just shaved), close to where you were beginning to feel warm. You took in his position, lying on his back underneath you with his hands running along your thighs, your center resting on his crotch. He glanced up at you, eyes half lidded in pure bliss at where he was right now, right where he always wanted to be, where he always knew he belonged.

“I don’t want to be too forward with you,” he said, breaking the tension that was beginning to build around the two of you, your own little bubble away from the world. “I want to do this right. I don’t think that just because we’ve been friends forever that we can’t have new experiences with each other. I wanna get to know you more, in ways I couldn’t before.”

You bit your bottom lip and covered your face to hide the flush that was quickly dusting your face.

“Oh no, no honey,” he reprimanded, tone light as air while he grabbed your hands and pulled them away. “Don’t hide your beautiful face from me.”

It had to be getting hot in this house because you could not stop the heat that flooded your cheeks and ran down your neck. You titled your head back and groaned, “you’re being so unfair right now, you know what you look like.”

Jason grinned, his teeth sparkling in the low light of the Euphoria episode you both decided didn’t matter anymore. The shifting blues and purples of the show danced along his skin, leaving him looking almost ethereal.

“What I look like?” He snorted, sitting up to come face to face with you. “Do you know how often I had to bite my tongue before you went out on dates with those freaks on Tinder?” He pulled you into him and turned, letting his back touch the couch and leaving you to stay straddling his lap, your spine facing the tv. His hand moved to brush the few strands of hair from your eyes, giving him a clear picture of you. “You would put on these outfits and look drop dead gorgeous but if I said anything I would have made a fool out of myself.”

“That’s not true!” You mock gasped, shaking your head. In truth, you don’t think you’ve ever once seen him stutter over his words, even when talking to 10 different sports reporters during the highest stake games of his career. The first time you really heard him stutter was 5 minutes ago, but you could give him a pass for that.

“Didn’t you hear me earlier? I could barely get the words out!”

“No I blocked it all out to be honest. Would you mind repeating it?”

“You’re actually a dork,” he groaned, a laugh lying under the words.

You answered softly, “I know,” before deciding that you had to kiss him again, leaning into him before your lips met.

It was everything. Now that there were no misunderstandings in the way, you could take your time and explore him. You started off gentle, lips moving in sync together before you rose your hands to rest against his chest, palms feeling the steady thump of his heart. It felt like honey dripping from the pot, thick and slow with a sweetness that couldn’t be found elsewhere. Your hands traveled across the planes of his chest, the muscles firm under your touch, his collar bones a gentle slope before you met his shoulders.

He deepened the kiss, pulling you impossibly closer with hands resting on your hips, his tongue slipping into your mouth to trace and document every cure and angle. You let out a gasp against his lips, the movement causing your center to catch on the denim of his jeans.

You rocked your hips just the slightest bit while your hands drifted down his chest to the hem of his shirt, your fingers hooking underneath and touching the warm skin on his torso. The feeling of your hands on his bare skin made him shiver, goosebumps following your path to the waistband of his jeans.

Jason pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. “I don’t want to push you to do anything that you’re not ready for.” Fuck he never wanted to stop touching you, but it was important that he tell you before this went any further. The last thing he wanted to do was pressure you into something you weren’t ready for.

You kissed him, trying to keep it quick but your lips continued to find his multiple times before you finally got ahold of yourself. “I’m ready for whatever you’re ready for,” you breathed.

He gave a shy smile and slid you from his lap before standing up, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed it and allowed him to pull you up. His hand intertwined with yours while he tugged you along behind him. You almost felt giddy, hands shaking while the events that led up to this moment hit you. You never thought that you would be in this position, hair messy and shorts riding up your thighs after making out with a guy you had known forever, literally before your frontal lobe was fully developed. A guy that you always had a crush on but in all honestly, you never thought you had a chance with. Life has funny ways of surprising you.

You two had finally made it to his bedroom and he turned to face you, holding both your hands in his while his eyes bore into yours. “If you need or want to stop, just say so, okay? I don’t expect anything from you and I won’t be mad if you need to stop.”

You nodded your head, never intending to ask him to stop but loving the way he made sure you felt safe. “Please don’t stop.”

His eyes darkened and he grabbed your cheeks before kissing you hard, tongue teasing the seam of your lips before coaxing your mouth to open. You moaned at the feeling of his mouth on yours and pushed him towards his bed, the back of his legs meeting the mattress. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and broke the kiss, pulling it over his head and tossing it behind you. His skin was flushed, tan and pink throughout the length of his neck and his broad chest. He was leaner than most hockey players, muscles subtle across his torso but his biceps bulged while he grabbed at your hips.

You pushed him down to sit on the bed and you stepped back, pulling your shirt off too.

Jason breathed out your name, soft and reverent at the sight of your naked chest. “You are so beautiful, honey. God, I’ve dreamed of this forever.” You blushed, the hue of yours matching his as you stepped back towards him and tangled your fingers in his hair. His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs swiping your hardened nipples while he looked up at you. Before you could even blink, his mouth was covering your nipple, sucking softly on the skin while his other hand massaged your other breast.

You whimpered, feeling the heat travel straight to your core when his tongue began to swirl the bud, never breaking eye contact with you. His hands dropped from your chest and moved to grip your asscheeks under your shorts, pulling and spreading the flesh in his palms. Your head tilted to the side, your eyes still locked with his as you moaned low, your body wanting nothing more than to rock against him.

“Jason, I need you. Please.”

He pulled off of your nipple with a pop, “let me take my time, baby. I’ve waited so long for this.” His voice was almost unrecognizable, husky and deep. As soon as the words left his lips, he moved to your other nipple and began suckling, making sure your tits were treated equally.

After another minute of his lips on your skin, he stood and grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you up. You squealed, a shocked laugh falling out of your mouth before he gently laid you on the bed. You weren’t light by any means, over 200lbs and taller than most women, so to say you were surprised when he picked you up was an understatement. He laughed at your reaction, his eyes gleaming with joy.

“Don’t act so shocked, sweetheart.”

Your head flew back into the plush pillows, giggling like a fucking schoolgirl. “I just didn’t realize you were built like that,” you smiled, wide and goofy.

He jokingly rolled his eyes, a slight smirk dancing on his lips before he crawled onto the bed, slotting himself between your legs. He flexed his biceps quickly, making you groan in mock annoyance. He laughed, relaxing his arms before his fingers cupped your tits again, kneading the fat slowly. “You’re gonna learn so much about me,” he purred, fingers moving from your chest to grip the waistband of your shorts.

He glanced up at you, wanting to make sure you were still okay with all of this before he continued. You nodded once and that was all it took for him to tug down your shorts and throw them to the floor. “I’m gonna find the matching top for those shorts. You look so fuckin’ good in them.” It was impressive that your face hadn’t burnt off by now with all of the times you’d flushed tonight.

You kept your knees together, allowing his hands to spread your legs, a dark spot of arousal leaking through your pink panties to betray just how turned on you were. You were spread open for him like a buffet. Jason’s mouth sat agape while he took in the scene in front of him, his every wet dream coming to life. “Fuck,” he groaned, his thumb meeting the damp spot on your panties and circling, causing you to whimper. “I want to take my time but I don’t know if I can when you look like this, baby.”

Your palms flew to your face, hiding yourself from his view. You were usually pretty confident in your looks and body but he had a way of looking through everything, seeing your true self underneath all of the decoration that made you want to hide.

He grabbed your hands and pulled them away, holding them down next to you. “No hiding, baby, please.” You nodded and he smiled, dropping your hands and grabbing the waistband of your panties before pulling them down, the gusset sticking to your pussy lips from your arousal leaking out. He moaned at the sight, the scene so erotic that it was hard for him to breathe. The panties were shoved into his pocket the moment they were off your legs, keeping a souvenir for later. He was so hard, his jeans tight and so uncomfortable at this point but there was no way he was going to do anything about it right now, not when you were dripping like this for him.

He grabbed the back of your knees and spread your legs wider, giving himself enough room to lie between them. You whimpered when his thumbs spread your lips and exposed your swollen clit and entrance, the creamy arousal leaking down to your ass. He blew lightly on your clit, making you twitch because of the sensitivity. He moved down, kissing and sucking at the inside of your thighs, leaving a scattering of deep purple bruises in his wake. He was trying to take it slow but your legs were spread wide and your perfect pussy was just begging for his tongue and he was only a man after all.

Jason moved in and flattened his tongue against your entrance before he licked up, slow and firm, before meeting your clit. He circled the bud with the tip of his tongue and began his descent back down, a moan coming from the back of his throat at your taste. You threw your head back into the pillow and cried out, one hand flying to his head while your other gripped your breast, pinching at your nipple. His tongue met your hole again before he pushed it inside, thrusting it in and out at a gentle pace, his nose rubbing against your clit.

“Fuck Jason, just like that,” you moaned, your hips moving on their own accord to grind against his mouth. He grinned against your pussy and continued his movements, tongue flicking upwards against your sensitive walls before pulling out and diving into your folds. He sucked your lips into his mouth, humming around them before he moved to find your swollen clit again. His tongue swirled around the nub again spelling his name out on the flesh while he started probing your hole with his middle finger. He continued to tease your entrance, dipping in just up to his second knuckle before suddenly thrusting the full way inside. Your moans were becoming high pitched and ragged, your orgasm starting to creep up on you, stomach tightening in pleasure.

After you adjusted to his single digit, he pushed his ring finger inside of you, speeding up his movements. His lips wrapped around your clit, suckling on it with just enough pressure to make you break. You were pulling at his hair and grinding against his face, chasing the sensation of his fingers rubbing against your sensitive walls. “Oh my god Jason, I’m gonna—“ your words cut off as your back bowed and you came on his fingers. He never stopped thrusting into you while your walls clenched around him, his lips still enclosing your clit but he lightened the pressure, knowing you were going to be sensitive. Your shaking legs closed around his head, hips still grinding towards his mouth, riding out the pleasure. “Ah! Fuck just like that baby, don’t stop,” you cried out, the orgasm running through your body like a freight train.

You fell against the bed, breathing heavily at the continued stimulation of his mouth on your pussy before you began whimpering, gently pushing at his head. Giving your clit one more kiss, he sat up and pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and licking your juices off. You groaned at the site, your needy pussy still fluttering around nothing. This was already the best sex you had ever had and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. To be honest though, no amount of orgasms from his mouth would satisfy you until you were coming around his cock.

“I need you inside of me,” you murmured, sitting up to grab at the waist of his jeans. Jason smiled and kissed you quick before he hopped off the bed and began taking off his jeans. He ripped them down quickly, taking his boxers at the same time before he was finally bare. You bit your lip, his cock dribbling precome from his tip, the veins running along his length swollen and his balls tight to his body with need. His wrapped his fist around himself, tugging his cock twice before crawling back on the bed and sliding between your legs.

“You sure about this?” If you needed a break or wanted to stop for now, he would respect your wishes. To be honest, he was still ecstatic that he had you coming on his face.

You nodded, eyes locked with his as you grabbed his cock and notched it against your entrance, your arousal covering the inside of your thighs. “Please Jason, I can’t wait any longer,” you whispered, hoping your forward attitude would stop any more questions about your desire. He nodded, breath catching in his throat when he felt just how soaked you were. His cock slid between your folds, kissing your clit while he rocked against you.

He pulled back and pushed inside you with one strong thrust, filling you to the brim in just a second. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to you, yelping at how full you felt before your lips met his again, trying to kiss him but the noises coming from your mouth prevented solid contact. You breathed and whimpered against his lips, eyes locked onto his while legs wrapped around his hips. The heels of your feet were digging hard into his firm asscheeks, trying to get him deeper with each thrust.

“Oh my god you feel fuckin’ incredible sweetheart,” Jason grunted, your walls so tight around him. His thrusts were steady, the hair at the base of his cock brushing against your sensitive clit with every snap of his hips. You snuggled your head into his neck, kissing the warm skin and whining in his ear, the pleasure running through your whole body and reducing you to just noises. His fingers dug into your hips while he mouthed kisses all over your tits before sucking your pebbled nipple into his mouth, moaning around the skin. Your hands tugged at his hair, nails scratching along his scalp as his hips sped up, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room.

You arched into his mouth and slid your hand down your body, your fingers rubbing against your clit. You were so close already, still wound up from earlier, and while you wanted to make this last, you couldn’t be patient when it felt like this. You kissed the top of his head, mouth agape when his hands grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them towards your ears. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, almost delirious from his rhythm. “I’m gonna come already, fuck” you cried, his cock hitting so deep that you felt him in your stomach. His movements slowed at your words, mouth popping off of your nipple.

His hands still gripped the back of your knees as he looked into your eyes with a smirk. “Why don’t you let me help, sweetheart?” He asked before he pushed away the hand you were using to play with your clit. He hooked your leg on his hip, freeing his hand. He brought his thumb to your mouth and swiped the digit across your bottom lip. You sucked it into your mouth, tongue swirling around his salty skin. His eyes bore into yours, thrusts so slow now that you wanted to whine but before you could make a noise, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth. Slick with spit, he brought his finger down to your clit and began circling lightly. His hips started to pick up speed, his balls slapping against your ass at due to the punishing pace.

You cried out at the change in his speed, his thumb still rubbing at your sensitive nub. You weren’t sure if the fact you guys had confessed your love had anything to do with how good he felt inside of you. Sex never felt like this for you, so erotic and sensual that your brain was totally empty, devoid of any thoughts other than how good you felt.

“Please don’t stop, oh my god I’m gonna—“ Your voice trailed off, your body tightening at the rush of pleasure flooding through you.

“Im right there too honey, you feel fucking unreal,” he grunted, your pussy clenching around him. Your orgasm was hitting you like a ton of bricks, your heart was in your chest while your cunt fluttered around him endlessly. Jason felt you break but he never stopped thrusting or playing with your clit, cooing at your cries of bliss.

“That’s it sweetheart, juuust like that,” he groaned, trying to work you through it before he lost it. “Look so perfect coming on my cock like this.”

You felt your arousal gush out of you, painting the bottom of his stomach and the tops of his thighs, your walls so tight around his cock that he was surprised he was still able to thrust at all. At the sight of your come covering his body, he knew he needed a game plan and fast. “Baby I’m gonna come, where—“ you cut him off, his question dying on his lips, “inside please, I need you to come inside me,” you cried out. While he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, he knew that now was probably not the time to get you pregnant, no matter how badly he wanted to.

“I’m on the pill. Please I just need to feel you come inside me” you whined, your legs wrapping around him tight to keep him from pulling out. You were so sensitive, your orgasm finally subsiding leaving you limp and boneless. Jason groaned and pulled you in for a searing kissing, tongue immediately pushing into your mouth and dancing with yours. With one more hard thrust, he was coming. His body stopped for a second, ropes of come filling you up before his hips began to thrust again, slower than before because his muscles were tight with pleasure. He collapsed onto you, still leaking into your pussy with heavy breath. Your hand began stroking down his hair, his head buried into the side of your neck, leaving gentle kisses under your ear.

You’re not sure how long passed, the two of you breathing in each other’s scent, floating in the space between wakefulness and sleep. You felt his come drip from your entrance as he began to soften inside of you, but you were too relaxed to care.

“You ready for me to get up?” He asked after a while, kissing your neck to coerce you to consciousness. You groaned, wrapping your arms around him just a little bit tighter. You didn’t want to break the bubble just yet. You know that after this, you two would have to talk about everything and that scared you even though you know it shouldn’t. It didn’t matter than he had just confessed feelings that he had been holding in for years, you were still terrified that he would think this was a mistake.

He chuckled into your neck before moving to get up, sliding out of you before running to his bathroom. Less than a minute later, he came back with a wet washrag. He pulled you by the ankles to the edge of the bed causing you to squeal in surprise. He spread your legs, biting his lip at the view he had. Creamy come was still dripping from entrance, your swollen lips and puffy clit a deep pink from the earlier stimulation. Jesus, he felt his cock twitching to life again. Shaking his head to knock the thoughts of bending you over, he brought the rag to you. You sighed at the feeling of the warm rag between your legs, wiping away the stickiness. “I’ll be right back, honey,” he said once he finished cleaning you up, putting on his boxers. You nodded and stood up to go to the restroom and finish cleaning up.

After finishing, you made your way to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress at the same time Jason walked back into the room. He was carrying 2 bottles of water and a fresh change of clothes for you. You smiled at the thoughtfulness he consistently showed, the little things he always remembered. He sat the bottles down on the nightstand and laid your clothes on the bed. Grabbing the pair of panties he set out, he kneeled at your feet and grabbed your ankle, sliding the soft fabric up your calves and securing them around your waist. Standing back up, he grabbed the t-shirt he brought and pulled it over your head, grabbing the hem and tugging it down to cover you.

“You don’t have to dress me,” you giggled, heart beating fast at the sweet display of affection. It helped calm your nerves, if only a little, because if he regretted it, he sure wasn’t acting like it.

“Yes, I do.” He kissed your forehead before pulling back and walking around to the other side of the bed. You climbed in as well, missing his warmth from earlier. You snuggled right up next to him, his arm immediately wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You hummed in contentment, kissing the middle of his chest once before settling your head under his collarbone.

The silence settled between the two of you, not heavy but loaded with the questions you had rattling around your head.

“What’s going on in the beautiful brain of yours?” He asked, his hand rubbing your back in slow circles.

“Did you mean everything you said earlier? About loving me?”

Jason grinned, the emotions from tonight sinking in for him. He thought of how scared he was driving to come save you, how relieved he was finding out you were okay, the anxiety of spilling his guts to you after so long. He thought about the joy he felt when you said you loved him back, the sensuality of your body under his, the bliss of lying here with you in his arms, the way it was always meant to be. He couldn’t say that, though, he was trying to stay cool about all of this. You couldn’t know just how gone he was for you, at least not yet. So he answered the only way he could for now.

“Every single word.”

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