#i hope its okay for my first justin fic in monthssssss
A Bet Is A Bet
pairing: justin foley x reader
prompt:fairytale
A/N: it’s been a long while since i wrote any 13rw fics, i hope you like this
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You line up your shot and then kick the ball so hard that your loosened shoe slips off and flies across the field. You glance around for it quickly, brushing your hair behind your ear and holding it so you can see better in the evening light. All of a sudden, you hear your boyfriend yelling your name. You look in Justin’s direction to see a massive smile on his face as he jogs towards you.
“Y/N! You scored. That was amazing!” He slams into you, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tightly. “Damn, girl/boy, you should join the team.”
“I told you I could. Now you owe me fifty bucks.” You giggle, though you try to wriggle free from his hold, wanting to find your shoe. “Where on earth did it go?”
“What?” He looks around the ground.
You point down to your feet and wiggle your toes. “My shoe.”
“Uh…” Justin runs past you a little, looking around with his phone torch. “Ah! Here it is.”
“Oh, yay. Thanks!” You swivel around to see him plucking it from the ground and coming back towards you.
“M'lady.” He says, gesturing for you to walk with him. He points to the bleachers, and you plop down into a seat. “May I?”
“Sure.” You sigh, shaking your head.
“Here.” He is kneeling down as if he were about to propose, glancing up at you with glee in his eyes. He pats his knee. “Put your foot right here for me.”
“There we go.” He says, sliding the sneaker back on as he reties the laces. “A perfect fit, Miss Cinderella.”
“Oh, God.” You mutter, though your heating cheeks betray your faux embarrassment at Justin’s cheesy comment.
“All done, princess.” Once he is finished, he taps your foot, and you slide it off of his leg.
Before you know it, you are back in his arms as he swings you around in circles. You squeal, trying to hold on to him for dear life. “Justin!”
“Seriously, Y/N, you should definitely join the team.” He finally stops, letting you slide down the front of his body to put you back on your feet. “That kick was amazing.”
“Why, thank you.” You wrap your arms around his neck and peck his lips. “I told you, Foley. You shouldn’t have challenged me.”
Ah, yes.“ Justin slides one hand from your waist and into his pocket. He pulls out the money and waves it around in the minimal space between the two of you. "As promised, fifty bucks. A bet’s a bet.”
“Hm. Actually…” You take the notes from him, shoving it back into his pants pocket, before zipping it up and moving your arms down to circle his midsection. “I think…” You pull him as close as you possibly can, enough that you can feel each others’ breaths on your faces. “I would like to change my prize.”
Justin smiles. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” You whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.
“Yeah?” He repeats again, his eyes darting to your mouth as his thumb comes up to gently swipe at your lip, releasing it.
You take ahold of his jaw in both hands and pull him to you, “Yes.” You breathe before kissing him, long and hard, enjoying the way he chases your lips after you pull away. You watch as his mouth hangs open and his eyes remain closed for a few seconds, lost in the heat that is palpable between you. “Come on.”
Quickly, you break free of his hold and offer him your hand instead. He smirks, taking it gladly as you head for the direction of home.
