Jack Barakat Imagines
Your First Time
Warning: Rape mention, amateur smut
Your POV
I could tell you how long I’ve been dating Jack Barakat, but then I’d have to think back a long time. It’s hard to remember all those years. And in all those years, not once have we had sex. We’ve had some ups and downs in our relationship, sometimes Jack gets mad at me for not wanting it, but when I remind him why, he instantly regrets ever getting mad. He really is sweet.
It’s maybe been two years I think? Maybe more? We’re both so forgetful that we both forget our own anniversary. We’ve spent the night plenty of times at each other’s house, but it never went further than kissing. Jack understands. I’m just not a sexual person.
In fact, I feel asexual sometimes, like I can’t seem to feel the need to. I’m still a virgin. As far as I can tell. I don’t count the time when I was little. When that awful thing happened to me.
When I was around ten, my uncle, he did things to me. Things that I didn’t like. He told me I was supposed to like them. I didn’t know what to do. He told me that my mom would be mad at me if I told her or anyone else. I won’t go into the gory details, but long story short, he broke my hymen, and now he’s in jail.
I told Jack this when we first started dating. That I’ve never had actual real sex, I have no desire to. He nodded and understood. He said he still wanted to see me. And now, years later, he’s still seeing me. If that’s not dedication, I don’t know what is.
Recently I decided that I was tired of making Jack wait. I didn’t want him to feel neglected forever, and I was curious as to what it felt like with someone you loved. I knew that he would be gentle, Jack is always gentle with me.
I was on my way to his house to tell him this. I wanted it to be special, I wanted it to mean something. God knows it didn’t mean anything when I was ten. I just hope that I won’t have terrible flashbacks. I don’t know how it works, but I trust Jack with my life.
When I pulled up to his house, I went up to his door. I knocked on it, which is pretty weird since we’ve been dating for so long, but I thought why not?
“Y/N,” Jack stated as he opened the door, looking down at me with his chocolate brown eyes. “I’ve told you before thousands of times, you can just walk in.” He grinned at me and pulled me inside. I was staring at my feet, unsure of how to begin this conversation. “What’s up?” He leaned towards me and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. I blushed. I still blushed whenever he did something cute for me.
“I don’t know how to say this..” I started. It was a terrible way to begin my pitch, because I just realized it sounded like I was going to break up with him. My suspicions were confirmed when his smile fell and he started nervously looking at everywhere but my face.
“What do you mean?” he asked me slowly. He was never one to jump to conclusions, and I think that was one of things I loved best about him. He always gave me time to explain.
“That didn’t sound right, can I start over?” His shoulders released their tension, but he still avoided eye contact and nodded. I took a deep breath before I began again. “I’m ready, Jack.”
His eyes came to meet mine finally, but they had a confused look. “What? Ready for what?”
“I’m ready.” I repeated.
“I got that. But ready for what?” He giggled at me, realizing this wasn’t going the place he originally thought it was going.
“Ready for that.”
Jack’s eyes lit up and he nervously came towards me, putting my hands in his. “You’re ready for that? Are you sure?”
I merely nodded and started playing with his hands in mine. When I gazed back up at him, he was still staring at me.
“How sure are you? On a scale of one to ten, how sure are you that you want to do this?”
I giggled at Jack’s question, he’d always ask things like this. He always gave me some sort of scale to go by. “Ten, Jack. It’s a ten.”
“Really?” He broke into a wide grin and engulfed me in his arms to spin me around. I giggled and he set me down. “You’re gonna have so much fun, Y/N, I promise. I’ll do everything I can to make this perfect for you.”
I giggled at how serious he was taking this. Well I guess since I’ve deprived him for years, he’s bound to be excited. I’m glad I’m choosing Jack as my first. There’s no one better I could have chosen.
“Jack, I gotta go. You know. To do things.” I didn’t really want to tell him that I was going straight home to get ready for tonight. How could I? I have no idea how this works.
He stuck out his lower lip and gave me his adorable puppy eyes. “Awh, you’re leaving so soon? But you just got here.”
“I’ll be back tonight,” I smiled shyly at him. A wave of recognition surfed over his face, and his smile was back.
“So it’s tonight then?” he asked me, still grinning.
“Yeah. Tonight.”
“Then you’re right, you gotta leave, and I gotta go get ready.” He shoved me lightly towards the door and I giggled. I turned around to gaze at him, and he started picking things off the floor, throwing them to their rightful location. I went outside and back to my car. What a cute frikkin dork.
When I got to my house, I started looking around for what I should wear, what I should do. This was a big deal for me and for Jack. Though most likely it’s not going to last that long. Jack hasn’t done anything for years, if you don’t count the masturbation.
I grabbed the things I would need and went to take a shower first. That was the first order of business. I didn’t know if I should shave or what I should shave. I’d most likely end up hurting myself if I shaved down there. Knowing me. I decided against it, because I wanted to enjoy this. I shaved other places that I actually had practice doing. I had bought lingerie recently and so that was done with.
I decided to go with something that was easy to slip off, like a dress. That way we could do this and Jack wouldn’t have a hard time. I wanted to wear makeup but I wanted it to be minimal. I didn’t want it smearing off and having me look like a raccoon by the time we both woke up.
When I was ready to go it was about the time I had to leave. So I did, and arrived right when I told Jack I was going to. I knocked on his door again, I seriously can’t just walk into his house still, and waited.
“Just a second!” I heard him call out. I heard the loud crash of pots and pans in the kitchen and him shout fuck super loud. Then a few moments of silence until he finally reached the door. “Hey,” he smiled down at me. His hair was tousled and he had some food stains on his shirt. “Come on in, Y/N.”
I giggled at the sight, knowing that Jack probably made a huge mess trying to get everything ready for me. He always made grand romantic gestures at the weirdest times.
“This is the one time I’m glad you knocked before coming in,” he smiled. He took off his shirt, and I had never seen him shirtless before. I couldn’t help myself. I gaped at him. I mean I’ve seen him shirtless because of swimming, but never have I seen him shirtless with jeans on. There’s a huge difference.
Jack noticed me staring and gave me a small smile. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m changing. You’ll see this soon enough.” He gave me a wink and went upstairs to change his clothes. I wandered around and noticed he cleaned the place really well and that there was a lemon-y smell to it. I smelled something else and wandered into the kitchen to investigate.
Jack had cooked. And not instant noodles or burritoes. Like actually cooked a meal for us. I smiled at the thought. I knew I was right in choosing Jack. No one else would go to this extreme just to make it perfect.
Jack came down the stairs, and when I heard him, I went to go hug him. This was seriously the sweetest thing ever. I hugged him tight and he hugged me back. When I let go, he gazed down at me, happy but confused. “What was that for?” he asked me.
“You really are my favorite person in the world.”
He grinned at that and brought me to the kitchen where the food was. “You look really beautiful tonight, Y/N.”
I blushed and mumbled out a thanks before we started dishing up the food. It was really good, and I was surprised Jack made all of this. It made me happy knowing how hard he tried. When we were done, he cleared our spots, and put the leftovers in the fridge. I just sat patiently at the table waiting for our time together.
When he was finished he came up to me, smiling. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. “You ready?” he whispered in my ear. I nodded, and he brought me with him upstairs. When we got to his room, he looked at me uneasily. “You can say no whenever you want, Y/N. You know that right? There’s absolutely no obligation for you to go through with this.”
“Yeah, I know. I want to do this.” I looked up at him and he was smiling at me. His eyes smiled, his mouth smiled, he was really happy. And I was happy that he was happy.
He took off his shirt first, leaving me to gape at his tattoo and his torso. He climbed over me and kissed me gently at first. He started working up when his hands slid down to where the hem of my dress was. He made his way up to my panty line and rubbed around the area.
I finally just threw off my dress so he didn’t have to go around it. He continued to deepen the kiss, and he shook off his pants. We scooted ourselves up so we were both on the bed. Jack was on top of me, his hands were roaming my body. This was nothing like it was back then. Jack makes me feel special. He’s not rough, and he doesn’t say things like “shhh” and “don’t tell anyone.”
Jack’s hands came up to my bra to unclip it. This was the furthest we’ve ever been. There’s no turning back. Surprisingly, I don’t want to turn back. I want this to happen. He unclipped it and I was lying bra-less before him. I shivered at the cold, and he brought the blanket up so we were both under it. When he took off his boxers, I took off my panties, and now we’re both naked in front of each other. I couldn’t help but notice how clean Jack’s dick looked. I know that’s a weird thing to point out, but the only other one I’ve seen was my uncle’s and it was rather disturbing.
Jack looked at me in the eyes, and gave me a soft smile. He mouthed the words, you ready? and I nodded. He felt around me to make sure I was ready enough, and I shivered first because of how cold his hands were. He immediately pulled back, and gave me a look to make sure I was still ready. When I nodded, he slowly started to put himself in me second by second. I know he didn’t want to hurt me, and it was so sweet of him.
When it was in he picked up the pace, going a bit faster each time. He was panting on me, giving me small kisses everywhere. I smiled, and bucked my hips up with his. I could tell he was getting close, but he tried his best to hold it in. I know he wanted to last longer but I understood that it was hard considering how long he’s gone without it.
He couldn’t hold it in, and released in me. He kept himself in me until he was sure I was done too. He flopped off over to the side of me. I smiled and knew that this was what I wanted. That he had just turned a great night into perfection. He scooted up closer to me and wrapped his arm and leg around myself. We both drifted off to sleep before long, naked, and happy.
Jack’s POV
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I turned next to me and Y/N wasn’t there. I started to panic and thought that maybe she left because it wasn’t good. Did I not last long enough? Did I do something wrong? I tried extra hard to make sure it was good and that I didn’t hurt her. I must’ve done something wrong.
I even invited Alex over to help me learn how to cook for her. He was helping me read the cookbooks. What if she found out? Did she think I didn’t make the food by myself? I continued to ponder over what went wrong when I heard the toilet flush.
I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she was just in the bathroom. I didn’t scare her off. When she came back in, she was still naked, and she crawled right in beside me. “Hey,” I whispered.
She jumped and she looked over at me. I propped my head up on my hand, and smiled at her. She turned to look at me. I couldn’t help but notice how adorable she was, how beautiful she was. I wanted to wake up next to her for the rest of my life. I wanted to see her face each morning. So I did something I never thought I’d do.
“Y/N.” She gazed back up at me, still not saying anything, but urging me to go on. “I know I’m not the best boyfriend ever. I mean hell, I had Alex come over to help me make sense of the cookbooks I bought. I know that I can be childish, and I know that you sometimes get angry with me. I know that you’ve had a hard childhood, but if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that I love you. I really love your eyes, and your hair, and tonight, being with you so intimately has made me realize that you’re the only one I want to do that with for the rest of my life.” I took a deep breath, and glanced at her face. She had the widest smile I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t help but grin back “I guess what I’m trying to say is that, will you make me the happiest guy ever and marry me?”
She gasped and threw her arms around me pulling me close to her. “Of course I will, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” She exclaimed. She kissed me all over my face and held me close to her. I don’t think she ever stopped smiling. Not even when she fell asleep. And I knew that we were going to be happy.
Your POV
I could tell you how long I’ve been dating Jack Barakat, but then I’d have to think back a long time. It’s hard to remember all those years. And in all those years, not once have we had sex. We’ve had some ups and downs in our relationship, sometimes Jack gets mad at me for not wanting it, but when I remind him why, he instantly regrets ever getting mad. He really is sweet.
It’s maybe been two years I think? Maybe more? We’re both so forgetful that we both forget our own anniversary. We’ve spent the night plenty of times at each other’s house, but it never went further than kissing. Jack understands. I’m just not a sexual person.
In fact, I feel asexual sometimes, like I can’t seem to feel the need to. I’m still a virgin. As far as I can tell. I don’t count the time when I was little. When that awful thing happened to me.
When I was around ten, my uncle, he did things to me. Things that I didn’t like. He told me I was supposed to like them. I didn’t know what to do. He told me that my mom would be mad at me if I told her or anyone else. I won’t go into the gory details, but long story short, he broke my hymen, and now he’s in jail.
I told Jack this when we first started dating. That I’ve never had actual real sex, I have no desire to. He nodded and understood. He said he still wanted to see me. And now, years later, he’s still seeing me. If that’s not dedication, I don’t know what is.
Recently I decided that I was tired of making Jack wait. I didn’t want him to feel neglected forever, and I was curious as to what it felt like with someone you loved. I knew that he would be gentle, Jack is always gentle with me.
I was on my way to his house to tell him this. I wanted it to be special, I wanted it to mean something. God knows it didn’t mean anything when I was ten. I just hope that I won’t have terrible flashbacks. I don’t know how it works, but I trust Jack with my life.
When I pulled up to his house, I went up to his door. I knocked on it, which is pretty weird since we’ve been dating for so long, but I thought why not?
“Y/N,” Jack stated as he opened the door, looking down at me with his chocolate brown eyes. “I’ve told you before thousands of times, you can just walk in.” He grinned at me and pulled me inside. I was staring at my feet, unsure of how to begin this conversation. “What’s up?” He leaned towards me and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. I blushed. I still blushed whenever he did something cute for me.
“I don’t know how to say this..” I started. It was a terrible way to begin my pitch, because I just realized it sounded like I was going to break up with him. My suspicions were confirmed when his smile fell and he started nervously looking at everywhere but my face.
“What do you mean?” he asked me slowly. He was never one to jump to conclusions, and I think that was one of things I loved best about him. He always gave me time to explain.
“That didn’t sound right, can I start over?” His shoulders released their tension, but he still avoided eye contact and nodded. I took a deep breath before I began again. “I’m ready, Jack.”
His eyes came to meet mine finally, but they had a confused look. “What? Ready for what?”
“I’m ready.” I repeated.
“I got that. But ready for what?” He giggled at me, realizing this wasn’t going the place he originally thought it was going.
“Ready for that.”
Jack’s eyes lit up and he nervously came towards me, putting my hands in his. “You’re ready for that? Are you sure?”
I merely nodded and started playing with his hands in mine. When I gazed back up at him, he was still staring at me.
“How sure are you? On a scale of one to ten, how sure are you that you want to do this?”
I giggled at Jack’s question, he’d always ask things like this. He always gave me some sort of scale to go by. “Ten, Jack. It’s a ten.”
“Really?” He broke into a wide grin and engulfed me in his arms to spin me around. I giggled and he set me down. “You’re gonna have so much fun, Y/N, I promise. I’ll do everything I can to make this perfect for you.”
I giggled at how serious he was taking this. Well I guess since I’ve deprived him for years, he’s bound to be excited. I’m glad I’m choosing Jack as my first. There’s no one better I could have chosen.
“Jack, I gotta go. You know. To do things.” I didn’t really want to tell him that I was going straight home to get ready for tonight. How could I? I have no idea how this works.
He stuck out his lower lip and gave me his adorable puppy eyes. “Awh, you’re leaving so soon? But you just got here.”
“I’ll be back tonight,” I smiled shyly at him. A wave of recognition surfed over his face, and his smile was back.
“So it’s tonight then?” he asked me, still grinning.
“Yeah. Tonight.”
“Then you’re right, you gotta leave, and I gotta go get ready.” He shoved me lightly towards the door and I giggled. I turned around to gaze at him, and he started picking things off the floor, throwing them to their rightful location. I went outside and back to my car. What a cute frikkin dork.
When I got to my house, I started looking around for what I should wear, what I should do. This was a big deal for me and for Jack. Though most likely it’s not going to last that long. Jack hasn’t done anything for years, if you don’t count the masturbation.
I grabbed the things I would need and went to take a shower first. That was the first order of business. I didn’t know if I should shave or what I should shave. I’d most likely end up hurting myself if I shaved down there. Knowing me. I decided against it, because I wanted to enjoy this. I shaved other places that I actually had practice doing. I had bought lingerie recently and so that was done with.
I decided to go with something that was easy to slip off, like a dress. That way we could do this and Jack wouldn’t have a hard time. I wanted to wear makeup but I wanted it to be minimal. I didn’t want it smearing off and having me look like a raccoon by the time we both woke up.
When I was ready to go it was about the time I had to leave. So I did, and arrived right when I told Jack I was going to. I knocked on his door again, I seriously can’t just walk into his house still, and waited.
“Just a second!” I heard him call out. I heard the loud crash of pots and pans in the kitchen and him shout fuck super loud. Then a few moments of silence until he finally reached the door. “Hey,” he smiled down at me. His hair was tousled and he had some food stains on his shirt. “Come on in, Y/N.”
I giggled at the sight, knowing that Jack probably made a huge mess trying to get everything ready for me. He always made grand romantic gestures at the weirdest times.
“This is the one time I’m glad you knocked before coming in,” he smiled. He took off his shirt, and I had never seen him shirtless before. I couldn’t help myself. I gaped at him. I mean I’ve seen him shirtless because of swimming, but never have I seen him shirtless with jeans on. There’s a huge difference.
Jack noticed me staring and gave me a small smile. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m changing. You’ll see this soon enough.” He gave me a wink and went upstairs to change his clothes. I wandered around and noticed he cleaned the place really well and that there was a lemon-y smell to it. I smelled something else and wandered into the kitchen to investigate.
Jack had cooked. And not instant noodles or burritoes. Like actually cooked a meal for us. I smiled at the thought. I knew I was right in choosing Jack. No one else would go to this extreme just to make it perfect.
Jack came down the stairs, and when I heard him, I went to go hug him. This was seriously the sweetest thing ever. I hugged him tight and he hugged me back. When I let go, he gazed down at me, happy but confused. “What was that for?” he asked me.
“You really are my favorite person in the world.”
He grinned at that and brought me to the kitchen where the food was. “You look really beautiful tonight, Y/N.”
I blushed and mumbled out a thanks before we started dishing up the food. It was really good, and I was surprised Jack made all of this. It made me happy knowing how hard he tried. When we were done, he cleared our spots, and put the leftovers in the fridge. I just sat patiently at the table waiting for our time together.
When he was finished he came up to me, smiling. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. “You ready?” he whispered in my ear. I nodded, and he brought me with him upstairs. When we got to his room, he looked at me uneasily. “You can say no whenever you want, Y/N. You know that right? There’s absolutely no obligation for you to go through with this.”
“Yeah, I know. I want to do this.” I looked up at him and he was smiling at me. His eyes smiled, his mouth smiled, he was really happy. And I was happy that he was happy.
He took off his shirt first, leaving me to gape at his tattoo and his torso. He climbed over me and kissed me gently at first. He started working up when his hands slid down to where the hem of my dress was. He made his way up to my panty line and rubbed around the area.
I finally just threw off my dress so he didn’t have to go around it. He continued to deepen the kiss, and he shook off his pants. We scooted ourselves up so we were both on the bed. Jack was on top of me, his hands were roaming my body. This was nothing like it was back then. Jack makes me feel special. He’s not rough, and he doesn’t say things like “shhh” and “don’t tell anyone.”
Jack’s hands came up to my bra to unclip it. This was the furthest we’ve ever been. There’s no turning back. Surprisingly, I don’t want to turn back. I want this to happen. He unclipped it and I was lying bra-less before him. I shivered at the cold, and he brought the blanket up so we were both under it. When he took off his boxers, I took off my panties, and now we’re both naked in front of each other. I couldn’t help but notice how clean Jack’s dick looked. I know that’s a weird thing to point out, but the only other one I’ve seen was my uncle’s and it was rather disturbing.
Jack looked at me in the eyes, and gave me a soft smile. He mouthed the words, you ready? and I nodded. He felt around me to make sure I was ready enough, and I shivered first because of how cold his hands were. He immediately pulled back, and gave me a look to make sure I was still ready. When I nodded, he slowly started to put himself in me second by second. I know he didn’t want to hurt me, and it was so sweet of him.
When it was in he picked up the pace, going a bit faster each time. He was panting on me, giving me small kisses everywhere. I smiled, and bucked my hips up with his. I could tell he was getting close, but he tried his best to hold it in. I know he wanted to last longer but I understood that it was hard considering how long he’s gone without it.
He couldn’t hold it in, and released in me. He kept himself in me until he was sure I was done too. He flopped off over to the side of me. I smiled and knew that this was what I wanted. That he had just turned a great night into perfection. He scooted up closer to me and wrapped his arm and leg around myself. We both drifted off to sleep before long, naked, and happy.
Jack’s POV
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I turned next to me and Y/N wasn’t there. I started to panic and thought that maybe she left because it wasn’t good. Did I not last long enough? Did I do something wrong? I tried extra hard to make sure it was good and that I didn’t hurt her. I must’ve done something wrong.
I even invited Alex over to help me learn how to cook for her. He was helping me read the cookbooks. What if she found out? Did she think I didn’t make the food by myself? I continued to ponder over what went wrong when I heard the toilet flush.
I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she was just in the bathroom. I didn’t scare her off. When she came back in, she was still naked, and she crawled right in beside me. “Hey,” I whispered.
She jumped and she looked over at me. I propped my head up on my hand, and smiled at her. She turned to look at me. I couldn’t help but notice how adorable she was, how beautiful she was. I wanted to wake up next to her for the rest of my life. I wanted to see her face each morning. So I did something I never thought I’d do.
“Y/N.” She gazed back up at me, still not saying anything, but urging me to go on. “I know I’m not the best boyfriend ever. I mean hell, I had Alex come over to help me make sense of the cookbooks I bought. I know that I can be childish, and I know that you sometimes get angry with me. I know that you’ve had a hard childhood, but if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that I love you. I really love your eyes, and your hair, and tonight, being with you so intimately has made me realize that you’re the only one I want to do that with for the rest of my life.” I took a deep breath, and glanced at her face. She had the widest smile I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t help but grin back “I guess what I’m trying to say is that, will you make me the happiest guy ever and marry me?”
She gasped and threw her arms around me pulling me close to her. “Of course I will, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” She exclaimed. She kissed me all over my face and held me close to her. I don’t think she ever stopped smiling. Not even when she fell asleep. And I knew that we were going to be happy.
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RIGHT SOMEONE POINTED THAT OUT ON MY WATTPAD VERSION AND I WAS LIKE ???? how did i do that I'm magical
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