Jack Barakat Imagines
Awkward Morning After
Your POV
“You ready to blow this bitch?” I asked Jack. We were standing next to each other, waiting for Alex and Lisa’s wedding to commence. Jack was best friends with Alex obviously, but one of the only reasons why Lisa let me be the maid of honor was because Jack begged her to. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Lisa and I get along really well, we just don’t talk a whole lot. After this wedding though, we’re closer than we have ever been before.
Jack was the best man and he wanted desperately for me to be as important as he was at his best friend’s wedding. We’ve been best friends for a super long time, but I’m not quite on the same level that Alex is. They tell each other everything. I mean everything.
Jack and I were the most excited about the food choices. Since I was the maid of honor, I had a hand in helping make all of the decisions. When I told him what was going to be there, he hadn’t stopped talking about it since.
Jack laughed at my question and threw his hands up in the air. “Hell yeah! Let’s fuck some shit up!”
“Not until reception.” I patted his arm, and we got in our places, waiting to walk down the aisle in our places. The music started, and the bride’s maids started their way down along with the groomsmen at their side. When it came to Jack and I, we linked arms and made our way down. Then everyone stood up, looked at the end of the aisle towards Lisa.
I helped pick out her dress, and I knew she’d take everyone’s breath away. Especially Alex’s. Jack and I got to our places, and Alex was staring at his beautiful bride to be. His smile was wider than I’ve ever seen it before, and Jack gave me a knowing nod.
Lisa reached the front of the altar, and everyone sat down. The priest or marriage happen-er, I can’t remember if they hired an actual priest, droned on for a long time. My feet got tired. I really wanted to sit, but I couldn’t and it sucked. The only thing I was excited about was the reception.
Alex and Lisa kissed, signifying their marriage, and we all cheered. By the end, we were throwing things at them, and people were wishing them best travels, even though we were going to see them at the reception.
Alex and Lisa drove off in their horse-drawn carriage because Alex is a sap, and I go to Jack. We came here in one car, and so we had to leave together.
We get to the reception, and the music is already playing. People are unloading and relaxing with wine. I grabbed the nearest glass to my placement, and poured myself some. Since Jack and I were the best man and the maid of honor, we sat right next to each other which I was perfectly okay with.
As the night went on, I poured myself more and more wine. I hate dancing sober, so I tried to get myself smashed enough to get rid of my insecurities. Unfortunately that took longer than I wanted it to. When wine wasn’t doing it anymore, I went to the bar to get harder liquor. Jack was at the table as well.
“You enjoying yourself?” I asked him as we drank next to each other. I was tipsy for sure, but not enough to make my inhibitions go away. Which is what I wanted.
“Not yet, not drunk enough,” Jack smiled at me.
I grinned back at him. “My thoughts exactly.”
The bartender laid down a shot glass for Jack. I signaled that I wanted one too, and he brought it. Jack was having whiskey, so I figured why not?
After the fourth shot or so, Jack and I were getting more and more giggly, and we were ready to let ourselves go. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor, we were going to do this right.
Uptown Funk played and Jack made silly dance moves while I tried my best to not hurt myself. We probably looked stupid as fuck, but I didn’t care. Jack was here and I was having fun.
After dancing, I went to grab more wine, and got Jack some too. We downed it, and looked around, noticing that everyone was leaving and Alex and Lisa were already gone.
“We should probably get back,” I slurred.
He nodded, agreeing with me, and we grabbed a taxi back to Jack’s house. We were laughing and making dirty jokes the whole way back, and I’m sure the taxi driver gave us weird looks, but I wasn’t paying attention. I’ve spent the night at Jack’s plenty of times, so I was fine with going with him.
We get in his house, still giggling. Jack wandered into his kitchen and brought back another bottle of alcohol. We both had the tolerance of an Irish man so he poured us some more. We were playing short games with each other, getting drunker than I ever have in a long time.
After a while, he dared me to slow dance with him in the living room to no music, and I did, rather sloppily, I might add. After a while, I looked up at him to see what he was up to. He was looking down at me, and suddenly his lips looked so kissable. So I leaned up, and kissed my best friend on the lips. He immediately kissed back, and even though they were sloppy, I was getting wildly turned on. Things heated up quickly and before I knew it he was making out with me against the wall. His hands were on my boobs, and mine were grabbing his crotch. I knew I wanted it. I thought I wanted it.
Jack’s POV
I woke up with a girl next to me in my bed. This isn’t a surprise, but my arm was draped around her. I tried to remember what I did last night, and all I could recall was a vague picture of a naked girl. Probably this one.
I got up, trying not to wake her so I could get a shower. I was completely naked, and I was on my way to the bathroom when I snuck a peek at who the girl was. I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized who it was.
Y/N? As in my best friend? I had sex with my best friend? Fuck. She is so going to kill me. I can’t say that I hadn’t ever fantasized about it, she was beautiful, but this isn’t going to work, we know each other too well. Fuck.
Her eyes opened, and I just realized that I was standing naked right in front of her. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and my hands immediately went to cover my crotch.
“Jack?” she mumbled sleepily. “Why are you naked?” She looked down at herself as well. “Why am I naked?” Her eyes grew wide. “Wait.. Did we..?”
I scratched the back of my neck, and gazed up at the ceiling. “Yeah.. we did.”
“Fuck.” Her face became red with embarrassment as well, and she hid under the covers.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I mumble. I get into the bathroom and turn on the water. When I get out, she’s still in my bed playing on her phone. I’m in a towel, but I guess it’s not anything either of us hasn’t seen.
“I take a lot of selfies when I’m drunk,” she giggled. When she looked up at me, I didn’t know what to do, so I looked away from her. She bit her lip and sighed. “So what do you want to do?” she says after a while.
“What?”
“Do you want to just forget this all happened? Or do you want this to turn into something?”
“I don’t know,” I mumble. I don’t want to forget it happened. It was fun. I don’t want to pretend nothing has ever happened.
“What if we became friends with benefits?” she asked after a while. My head snapped up, and she remained looking in my eyes. She was still naked, not bothering to get dressed. “Like, I don’t think we can’t just push this away, and forget it ever happened. We just won’t be able to. So the only logical step here is friends with benefits.”
I thought about it for a while. Y/N wasn’t a hit it once and leave kind of person. Especially not with her best friend. I didn’t want to forget about it, but did I want to do it again? I don’t even know how it was, I can’t remember shit. “Sure.”
She smiled at me. “Friends with benefits?”
I returned her smile. “Friends with benefits.”
“You ready to blow this bitch?” I asked Jack. We were standing next to each other, waiting for Alex and Lisa’s wedding to commence. Jack was best friends with Alex obviously, but one of the only reasons why Lisa let me be the maid of honor was because Jack begged her to. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Lisa and I get along really well, we just don’t talk a whole lot. After this wedding though, we’re closer than we have ever been before.
Jack was the best man and he wanted desperately for me to be as important as he was at his best friend’s wedding. We’ve been best friends for a super long time, but I’m not quite on the same level that Alex is. They tell each other everything. I mean everything.
Jack and I were the most excited about the food choices. Since I was the maid of honor, I had a hand in helping make all of the decisions. When I told him what was going to be there, he hadn’t stopped talking about it since.
Jack laughed at my question and threw his hands up in the air. “Hell yeah! Let’s fuck some shit up!”
“Not until reception.” I patted his arm, and we got in our places, waiting to walk down the aisle in our places. The music started, and the bride’s maids started their way down along with the groomsmen at their side. When it came to Jack and I, we linked arms and made our way down. Then everyone stood up, looked at the end of the aisle towards Lisa.
I helped pick out her dress, and I knew she’d take everyone’s breath away. Especially Alex’s. Jack and I got to our places, and Alex was staring at his beautiful bride to be. His smile was wider than I’ve ever seen it before, and Jack gave me a knowing nod.
Lisa reached the front of the altar, and everyone sat down. The priest or marriage happen-er, I can’t remember if they hired an actual priest, droned on for a long time. My feet got tired. I really wanted to sit, but I couldn’t and it sucked. The only thing I was excited about was the reception.
Alex and Lisa kissed, signifying their marriage, and we all cheered. By the end, we were throwing things at them, and people were wishing them best travels, even though we were going to see them at the reception.
Alex and Lisa drove off in their horse-drawn carriage because Alex is a sap, and I go to Jack. We came here in one car, and so we had to leave together.
We get to the reception, and the music is already playing. People are unloading and relaxing with wine. I grabbed the nearest glass to my placement, and poured myself some. Since Jack and I were the best man and the maid of honor, we sat right next to each other which I was perfectly okay with.
As the night went on, I poured myself more and more wine. I hate dancing sober, so I tried to get myself smashed enough to get rid of my insecurities. Unfortunately that took longer than I wanted it to. When wine wasn’t doing it anymore, I went to the bar to get harder liquor. Jack was at the table as well.
“You enjoying yourself?” I asked him as we drank next to each other. I was tipsy for sure, but not enough to make my inhibitions go away. Which is what I wanted.
“Not yet, not drunk enough,” Jack smiled at me.
I grinned back at him. “My thoughts exactly.”
The bartender laid down a shot glass for Jack. I signaled that I wanted one too, and he brought it. Jack was having whiskey, so I figured why not?
After the fourth shot or so, Jack and I were getting more and more giggly, and we were ready to let ourselves go. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor, we were going to do this right.
Uptown Funk played and Jack made silly dance moves while I tried my best to not hurt myself. We probably looked stupid as fuck, but I didn’t care. Jack was here and I was having fun.
After dancing, I went to grab more wine, and got Jack some too. We downed it, and looked around, noticing that everyone was leaving and Alex and Lisa were already gone.
“We should probably get back,” I slurred.
He nodded, agreeing with me, and we grabbed a taxi back to Jack’s house. We were laughing and making dirty jokes the whole way back, and I’m sure the taxi driver gave us weird looks, but I wasn’t paying attention. I’ve spent the night at Jack’s plenty of times, so I was fine with going with him.
We get in his house, still giggling. Jack wandered into his kitchen and brought back another bottle of alcohol. We both had the tolerance of an Irish man so he poured us some more. We were playing short games with each other, getting drunker than I ever have in a long time.
After a while, he dared me to slow dance with him in the living room to no music, and I did, rather sloppily, I might add. After a while, I looked up at him to see what he was up to. He was looking down at me, and suddenly his lips looked so kissable. So I leaned up, and kissed my best friend on the lips. He immediately kissed back, and even though they were sloppy, I was getting wildly turned on. Things heated up quickly and before I knew it he was making out with me against the wall. His hands were on my boobs, and mine were grabbing his crotch. I knew I wanted it. I thought I wanted it.
Jack’s POV
I woke up with a girl next to me in my bed. This isn’t a surprise, but my arm was draped around her. I tried to remember what I did last night, and all I could recall was a vague picture of a naked girl. Probably this one.
I got up, trying not to wake her so I could get a shower. I was completely naked, and I was on my way to the bathroom when I snuck a peek at who the girl was. I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized who it was.
Y/N? As in my best friend? I had sex with my best friend? Fuck. She is so going to kill me. I can’t say that I hadn’t ever fantasized about it, she was beautiful, but this isn’t going to work, we know each other too well. Fuck.
Her eyes opened, and I just realized that I was standing naked right in front of her. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and my hands immediately went to cover my crotch.
“Jack?” she mumbled sleepily. “Why are you naked?” She looked down at herself as well. “Why am I naked?” Her eyes grew wide. “Wait.. Did we..?”
I scratched the back of my neck, and gazed up at the ceiling. “Yeah.. we did.”
“Fuck.” Her face became red with embarrassment as well, and she hid under the covers.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I mumble. I get into the bathroom and turn on the water. When I get out, she’s still in my bed playing on her phone. I’m in a towel, but I guess it’s not anything either of us hasn’t seen.
“I take a lot of selfies when I’m drunk,” she giggled. When she looked up at me, I didn’t know what to do, so I looked away from her. She bit her lip and sighed. “So what do you want to do?” she says after a while.
“What?”
“Do you want to just forget this all happened? Or do you want this to turn into something?”
“I don’t know,” I mumble. I don’t want to forget it happened. It was fun. I don’t want to pretend nothing has ever happened.
“What if we became friends with benefits?” she asked after a while. My head snapped up, and she remained looking in my eyes. She was still naked, not bothering to get dressed. “Like, I don’t think we can’t just push this away, and forget it ever happened. We just won’t be able to. So the only logical step here is friends with benefits.”
I thought about it for a while. Y/N wasn’t a hit it once and leave kind of person. Especially not with her best friend. I didn’t want to forget about it, but did I want to do it again? I don’t even know how it was, I can’t remember shit. “Sure.”
She smiled at me. “Friends with benefits?”
I returned her smile. “Friends with benefits.”
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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
9/19/16