ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

The Morning After {Jack x Reader}

#blacklivesmatter

Warnings: Heavy make out, Talks about sex, but there isn't like a full blown sex scene. (Morning after a drunken one night stand)

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I wake up with a pounding headache and a groan. I look around to see an unfamiliar room. Well not unfamiliar, but it isn't mine. It's my friend, Jacks. Starting to be filled with dread, I look over on the opposite side of the bed, hoping by some miracle that I'm still drunk and just think it's his room. And sure enough, there Jack is. Trying to keep quiet to avoid waking him, I lift the cover off me to find myself fully naked. With a startled gasp, I drop the sheets, covering my mouth. Jack groans but doesn't wake. Despite my hungover state, I start to remember bits of last night.

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"(Y/n), want to go grab a beer?" Jack asks me. I nod, needing a drink. And I knew he needed one too. He found out his ex was in a new relationship, and was probably feeling a little lonely. We've all need there. "Let's go!"

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I laugh roaringly as we make fun of the potted plant. We're so drunk it doesn't seem to matter, everything's funny. "The plant is like you." He tells me. I giggle a little while calming down, taking another swig from a bottle. "How so?" He looks at me, getting a little closer. "It makes me laugh." In a brilliant moment of word association I reply. "But I don't look like it." He smiles. "No, but you're gorgeous." I smash my lips to his.

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We get into the taxi together, making out as it heads towards his place. Something about it feels wrong, he's my best friend, but the bigger part of me, despite being drunk out of my mind, knows that I've been wanting this. He pushes himself on top of me slightly, his tongue exploring my mouth, his hands roaming my body. I tug at his hair, pushing him to be a little rougher, to keep going, to keep his hands on me. I lean into his touch, wanting more.

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He carries me into his house, my legs around his waist. He blindly walks his familiar path from the door to his room. He pushes me onto the bed, whispering sweet nothings and connecting his lips to over part of my body. "Seán, fuck me, please!" I gasp out in my need for him. He happily obliges. Climbing on top of me, his hands finding their way under my shirt to get it off, and under my pants to rid me of them. "God, I've wanted this for so long." He mumbles, kissing up my body to my lips.

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I cry out in pure bliss, euphoria being the only word to describe this feeling. I'm perfectly sober for just this one moment of ecstasy. It's the best one moment I've ever felt. By the time the feeling is over, we're both drifting to sleep.

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I lay back, covering my face with my hands. "Oh God, I slept with my best friend." I whisper yell to myself. Jack stirs awake. He makes a sharp intake of breath, and holds his head. He sees me in his peripheral vision and fully looks over. He shoots up into a sitting position. He goes wide eyed, checking under the sheets. "Did we-" "Yeah." "Did we use-" "No clue." "Ohhhh fuck!" He groans. I sit up now too. "W-We were drunk. That's all. We were drunk. W-We didn't know what we were doing. It didn't mean anything." I exclaim. He looks at me, looking slightly hurt. "It didn't mean anything?" "I mean...did it? I don't know. Jack, I'm confused. How much do you even remember?" I shout slightly. "I remember getting a drink. I remember the kiss. I remember feeling like it was right."

He moves towards me a little bit, reaching out for me. "You know what I don't remember? I don't remember feeling regret. I don't remember wanting to stop. I don't remember thinking it was wrong." He touches my shoulder, and I flinch away. I stand, using one of the sheets to cover myself. "We weren't thinking at all, Jack! We're too drunk to be thinking! W-We're friends! It's wrong!" I insist. He frowns. "Is it really wrong? What so wrong about it? We're both single, we know each other, and you can't tell me you me never thought about it. You say it all the time. What a drunk person does is the thoughts they had sober." I look down. He's right. I had heard a similar phrase, and thought it to be true based on other experiences. And he's right. I have thought of him kissing me, him in my bed, him on top of me. "How am I supposed to know you weren't just trying to forget her. Or get even. Or...something!"

He moves to the edge of the bed, whilst moving the sheets to keep himself covered too, and takes my hand. "(Y/n), no, I would never-" "Maybe sober you would never, but-" "No, (Y/n)! No. I've moved on from her. You know why I was upset when I found out? Because I want that with you. I was thinking about how it would never happen. Admittedly this isn't the best situation, but did it really mean nothing?" He asks, standing with the blanket. I look down. "I can't say it meant nothing, Jack. I can't. But I just...I need to get out of here. I quickly throw my clothes on as he tries to protest, and leave.

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There's a knock at my door. I go to answer it, not thinking much of it. I open it to reveal Jack. He holds out a bouquet of (flowers). I gasp in surprise. We haven't talked or seen each other in a week at this point. "I know you're confused. I know you probably don't want to see me. But I couldn't go another second without asking...will you go out with me. On a proper date." I smile, talking the flowers. "Yes. I will." I tell him. "Oh thank fuck." He sighs in relief. He pulls me into a kiss, which I reciprocate. "Tomorrow at 6?"