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Happy Birthday @catou1305
Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, romance, smut
Summary: Jackson is the guy who becomes friends with everyone within 5 minutes of meeting them, but what if you want more? Will he notice you?
The most annoying thing ever is when people tell me how cute Jackson and I are together. We met a year ago and like every other person he talks to, we became instant best friends. Unfortunately for me, that ment being hurled into the friend zone. I caught feelings for my best friend since day one, but he never reciprocated so I kept it on the down low. Even though I’ll never be with him, I’m not going to lose him over it. No matter what, I still had hope.
Today was the trickiest of days because it was both Mother’s Day and my birthday all rolled into one. Jackson promised me that he’d be around to celebrate with me, but I told him it was no problem if he just wanted to be with his mom. I’m certainly not going to be the one who comes between them on their special day. I just spent time with my other friends, going out, having dinner, and just enjoying ourselves.
In the back of my head, I was thinking of Jackson. A bit too much at that. We’ve had some flirty interactions, but never anything serious. I guess he was just that kind of person. He probably doesn’t even mean anything by it, but it didn’t help that he was texting me constantly asking if he could come by later.
Jackson: I can be there in 20 minutes if you need me
Y/n: It’s fine! We can hang out tomorrow
Jackson: You’re sure?
Y/n: Yes! I promise 🙂
After dinner, I drove home, checked my mail and read my birthday cards while laying on the couch. I smiled while reading all the sweet messages from my friends and family. I heard a knock at the door and got up to see who it was.
“Jackson Wang! I told you to spend time with your mom!” I yelled at him through the peephole
“I did. I swear! She’s perfectly happy and now I get to make you happy too.” His cheeky smile was too much to resist. I opened the door a little to peek my head out.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Coming to visit you.”
I opened the door for him and he sauntered past me, plopping down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. For over an hour, we both read out some of the funny cards and watching Tv until I started to wonder why Jackson had to be here with me.
“You look so serious.” He commented.
“It’s just- Never mind.”
“No, tell me.” He held my hand, making my heart race.
“You’re the only person who went completely out of their way just to sit on the couch with me,” I said. “Why today?”
“Because you’re the birthday girl.” He said. My face started to redden, I tried to hide it, but Jackson brushed my cheek with the back of his hand, calming me down. “I feel guilty when I don’t make you smile at least once a day.”
He was such a sweet guy. None of my other friends has ever said that to me, then it all made sense. He wasn’t trying to be my friend, he was being romantic. Still, I found it difficult to look him in the eyes after that. Jackson intertwined our fingers, bringing our hands closer to him. I finally looked up, making full eye contact with him.
“Y/n, I think I’m in love with you.”
My heart sank to my feet. He actually confessed to me! Subconsciously, my eyes went wide in shock, which he saw as a bad sign.
“I know it’s really sudden because we’re friends and everything, but I just can’t let you go another day without knowing how I feel.”
“Jackson, I love you too,” I said.
“What?” His face went blank
“I love you too.” I couldn’t stop myself, I threw myself at him, kissing him passionately. He held my waist, letting me straddle his hips and kissed me back.
My lips moved down to his neck, kissing and nibbling until a small whimper came out of him. I kept my focus on his sweet spot while his hands slowly lifted my top inch by inch. He lifted my top off, looking straight at my breasts being pushed up by my bra. His fingers snaked through the straps, pulling them down my shoulders, dropping both cups of my bra and unhooking the back.
He latched on to my nipple with a throaty moan against the sensitive skin. I held his head, keeping him at the perfect angle, allowing the cries of pleasure to vent from my mouth. He came back up to kiss me again, his tongue forcing its way into my slightly parted lips. He turned me over, onto my back, ridding me of the rest of my clothes.
“You are so beautiful, Y/n.” He massaged my breasts gently, causing me to call out his name and beg him to take me.
He pulled off this top and pants, leaving his underwear for me to rip off of him in the heat of the moment. He lined up at my entrance, pushing into me and moaning my name. My hands wandered down his strong back, feeling each muscle flex.
His deep strokes had me seeing stars. I was completely intoxicated by his scent, his body, and his new found love for me. I went from having my best friend make me smile, to my ferocious lover make me cum. I closed my eyes and screamed for him to give me more while I rode out my high. My toes curled, my back arched and Jackson finished deep inside me.
I held him in my arms when he went limp, his head rested at the base of my neck. I kissed the top of his head, smiling down at him. We both laid there for a moment, slightly in awe of what we just did.
“Wow.” He said, breaking the silence. “That was…”
“A long time coming.” I finished for him.
He chuckled at me, lifting me off the couch and binding my legs around him. He walked us to my bedroom, kissing me repeatedly on the way there. I clung to him while he brought me down on the bed. We covered ourselves in blankets, giving each other a few more kisses.
“Happy birthday, Y/n.” He whispered.
“Hmm~ It is now. Does this mean I’m your Baobei?”
“Of course. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.” He said.
I shrugged at him with a smile. “You’re just a social butterfly, that’s all.”
“What’s that in French?” He asked
“Papillon social.”
He smiled to himself and cuddled me in closer. “Goodnight baobei.”
“Goodnight, Papillon.”
THE END