Jack Barakat Imagines
The FWB Game
Warning: smut
Your POV
It was Friday night, and my friends left me out again. They loved to go to bars to hit on guys and dance with random people. When I do it with them, they say I do it wrong and usually “forget” to invite me. It’s not my fault I like to make dirty jokes all the time and really terrible puns. I guess that makes me a buzzkill.
There’s one person who doesn’t mind my constant joking, and that’s Jack. Jack is a really great friend, and what I mean by that is we’re essentially fuck buddies. We’re both single and we both have needs. So when Alex introduced us, it was like bam, new friendship.
Just one night we were hanging out on the couch. Jack would tell me he was alone and I’d tell him the same thing. He gave me a look, and I gave him the same one back. He suggested we’d be fuck buddies so we’d both satisfy ourselves and agree to stop once someone found another.
Jack’s had a few, and we stopped for a couple months, but eventually they’d break his heart and after a tub of ice cream we’d just bang the shit out of each other. I, on the other hand, did not have anyone at all. I had my friends, but I guess I was too unappealing for the male species to be even remotely attracted to me. Except Jack of course.
I don’t know what it was about him, either that I didn’t want anyone else, or I didn’t try hard enough, but I always wanted to be back to him. Back in his arms, back somewhere with him.
I wanted to be with him so much. Sometimes I’d just call him over when I needed a friend to rant to. It’d always end in sex, of course, but I wasn’t complaining.
I don’t know if Jack feels the same way about me as I feel about him. I don’t think I need to find out either. I’m happy how things are right now. No strings attached. Nothing to worry about. Just me, him, and our genetalia. God I hate that word.
I called Jack over for another booty call but hoped he’d bring the cookies. I needed cookies. I didn’t like to have him over unless he was bringing something with him. We’d also always do it at my place. I don’t know what it was about my place, but he always wanted to go here. Maybe he had a roommate or something.
I heard the front door open, and since Jack has seen me at all times during the day, I don’t bother getting decked out as I would for a usual date. I mean it’s just casual sex, right? Jack and I had made a rule prior, saying that no intimacy was to take place. That we were to keep this strictly business and satisfy each other. Needless to say, Jack and I figured out each other’s weak spots pretty damn quick.
When Jack and I didn’t have sex, we ended up gushing all our feelings to each other. This usually happened when we were drunk, and didn’t even remember it the next morning. Also I made Jack promise that he had to stay for breakfast in the morning because I hated when one night stands ran off on you. It was a pet peeve of mine.
“Honey, I’m home!” Jack called out as he walked in my front door.
“Hey!” I called back. “I’m in the living room.”
Jack walked in and put the cookies down on the coffee table. He sat down and put his feet up like he owned the place. I didn’t really mind, the table was a piece of shit anyway. He eyed me up and down, taking in my appearance. I hadn’t bothered to get dressed all day. My hair was still up from when I took a shower this morning, and I didn’t feel like putting on make up. So I was in short pajama shorts and a tank top. Just sitting on the couch. I took a glance over at Jack.
“Like what you see?”
“Could’ve done better.” He winked at me and I groaned, laughing at his childishness. “So are we having sex today, or should I crank out the vodka?”
I laughed again. “Straight to the point, huh? Yeah, we’re having sex, don’t you worry your pretty little manhood.”
“Hey! You and I both know that my manhood is far from little!”
“Far might be a little too big of a word.”
“Y/N,” Jack growled, using that dominant voice I loved. “Don’t make me punish you.”
“Don’t make me punish you, Jack. You know who wears the pants in this relationship.”
“Yeah,” he scoffed. “Me.”
“No. Me.”
“I’d like to see you prove that.” Jack giggled his little man giggle and straddled over my lap.
“Oh, eager, aren’t we?” I bit my lip, and no matter how much I wanted him right now, my favorite show was on, so I pushed him off. “My show is on, Jack. You’re gonna have to wait.”
Jack got off, and pouted over in the corner of the couch. When it was over I turned to him and gave him the most shit eating grin I’ve ever made. “So who wears the pants?”
He rolled his eyes as I straddled him, quick to put my lips on his. We never left neck kisses or hickeys on each other, deeming that as “too intimate” so we usually just made out a whole lot while doing it. His hands were grabbing my lower back as I grinded on him and his bulge grew. I was getting more wet by his touch, and just needed him undressed right here and now.
“Not here,” Jack gasped between kisses. “Bedroom. Now.”
He hoisted me up, his hands under my ass and my legs wrapped around my torso. How he did it, I don’t know because Alex is constantly telling me that he’d win in a fight between the two of them. And I can beat Alex in an arm wrestle. He may have let me win, but that’s beside the point.
We reached my bedroom, and his lips were still on mine. My hands were furiously tugging at his hair. Jesus, I couldn’t get enough of his hair, it was magnificent. He hovered over me, staring at me with a smug smirk on on his lips.
“What?” I exhaled, throwing off my shirt.
“So who wears the pants again?”
“Shut up.” I smiled and his shirt was off too. His jeans were rubbing against me and my shorts and we were both getting soaked. How he did this to me, I don’t know. But I always ended up wanting more, even in the middle of the day.
Jack was on me his hands wandering everywhere from my hips and lower, and I was thrusting forward, wanting more touching going on. He smirked as his tongue was running over mine. He pulled away to take off his jeans and drop them to the floor, while pulling off my shorts and panties. He was hovering over me in boxer briefs that cupped his ass quite nicely, if I do say so myself.
His breath was becoming quick, and I figured it wasn’t long before I’d have him all to myself, but I wanted to tease him a bit more. So I propped myself on my elbow to turn us around. He gave me a confused look but turned around anyway. Now he was on his back, and I was on my knees looking down at him. I hoisted my body over his so that my exposed self could rub against him. I was hovering over him, moving over his thigh while my hand reached in his boxers and grabbed his dick.
“For god’s sake, Y/N, just fuck me already!” Jack screamed. I giggled as I continued what I was doing. I guess he got tired of being teased and flipped us back over so that he was on top. He threw off his boxers and stuck himself inside of me thinking that we already had enough of that foreplay shit. He started pumping really fast and his face came down to meet mine. Thinking that he was going to kiss me, I reached up for his lips, but was confused when he went past mine. His lips reached my neck and as his pace was quickening, he sucked on my neck, causing me to moan intensely.
He was going harder in me, and his kisses on my neck were turning into bites. Love bites. Bites that would leave marks. Bites that my friends would ask about. I was too caught up in this moment to care about that, but it was burning in the back of my mind. Soon enough he couldn’t take anymore and came inside me. I did the same, and he flopped over, catching his breath.
“Holy fucking shit, Y/N,” he breathed.
“Same,” I panted.
He laughed lightly and stretched out his arm for me to cuddle in. I happily agreed, nuzzling myself into his warmth as we lied naked next to each other. He nibbled on my ear playfully and I giggled to myself. What a dork. Jack’s breathing started to slow down, so I figured he was falling asleep.
What made me really wonder was that Jack had kissed my neck. He left hickeys and bite marks that would indeed be questioned. Did Jack have feelings for me? Did I have them for him? I couldn’t help but think about it all damn night.
I finally woke up the next morning with the sun shining in my face. When I blinked out the sleepiness from my eyes, I gazed over at Jack’s spot on my bed. It was empty, so I pursued the trail down to my kitchen. I threw on some comfortable clothes before going, but when I walked down, I didn’t smell any bacon. Usually if Jack was up first, he’d make bacon. I looked around for any sign of him and I had no luck.
Okay, now this was getting weird. First, Jack shows me affection by leaving bite marks all over me and now he’s leaving. He just broke two fucking rules all in one night! I got nervous, and started to pace my living room floor.
I heard knocks at the door, so I followed into the entryway. I opened the door, not before covering my neck with my hair, and found Jack there smiling like an idiot.
“Where were you?” I asked him, feeling accusatory, because - well - he deserved to be accused.
“You were out of bacon so I went to buy some,” He told me with a massive grin on his face.
My face softened when I noticed how sweet his gesture was. “Wait,” I said before letting him in. “Why the hell did you knock? You always barge in.”
“Just in case you were masturbating while thinking about last night.” He gave me his best wink he could before stepping past me. Of course. I sighed and laughed a bit before turning around and following Jack into the kitchen.
Your POV
It was Friday night, and my friends left me out again. They loved to go to bars to hit on guys and dance with random people. When I do it with them, they say I do it wrong and usually “forget” to invite me. It’s not my fault I like to make dirty jokes all the time and really terrible puns. I guess that makes me a buzzkill.
There’s one person who doesn’t mind my constant joking, and that’s Jack. Jack is a really great friend, and what I mean by that is we’re essentially fuck buddies. We’re both single and we both have needs. So when Alex introduced us, it was like bam, new friendship.
Just one night we were hanging out on the couch. Jack would tell me he was alone and I’d tell him the same thing. He gave me a look, and I gave him the same one back. He suggested we’d be fuck buddies so we’d both satisfy ourselves and agree to stop once someone found another.
Jack’s had a few, and we stopped for a couple months, but eventually they’d break his heart and after a tub of ice cream we’d just bang the shit out of each other. I, on the other hand, did not have anyone at all. I had my friends, but I guess I was too unappealing for the male species to be even remotely attracted to me. Except Jack of course.
I don’t know what it was about him, either that I didn’t want anyone else, or I didn’t try hard enough, but I always wanted to be back to him. Back in his arms, back somewhere with him.
I wanted to be with him so much. Sometimes I’d just call him over when I needed a friend to rant to. It’d always end in sex, of course, but I wasn’t complaining.
I don’t know if Jack feels the same way about me as I feel about him. I don’t think I need to find out either. I’m happy how things are right now. No strings attached. Nothing to worry about. Just me, him, and our genetalia. God I hate that word.
I called Jack over for another booty call but hoped he’d bring the cookies. I needed cookies. I didn’t like to have him over unless he was bringing something with him. We’d also always do it at my place. I don’t know what it was about my place, but he always wanted to go here. Maybe he had a roommate or something.
I heard the front door open, and since Jack has seen me at all times during the day, I don’t bother getting decked out as I would for a usual date. I mean it’s just casual sex, right? Jack and I had made a rule prior, saying that no intimacy was to take place. That we were to keep this strictly business and satisfy each other. Needless to say, Jack and I figured out each other’s weak spots pretty damn quick.
When Jack and I didn’t have sex, we ended up gushing all our feelings to each other. This usually happened when we were drunk, and didn’t even remember it the next morning. Also I made Jack promise that he had to stay for breakfast in the morning because I hated when one night stands ran off on you. It was a pet peeve of mine.
“Honey, I’m home!” Jack called out as he walked in my front door.
“Hey!” I called back. “I’m in the living room.”
Jack walked in and put the cookies down on the coffee table. He sat down and put his feet up like he owned the place. I didn’t really mind, the table was a piece of shit anyway. He eyed me up and down, taking in my appearance. I hadn’t bothered to get dressed all day. My hair was still up from when I took a shower this morning, and I didn’t feel like putting on make up. So I was in short pajama shorts and a tank top. Just sitting on the couch. I took a glance over at Jack.
“Like what you see?”
“Could’ve done better.” He winked at me and I groaned, laughing at his childishness. “So are we having sex today, or should I crank out the vodka?”
I laughed again. “Straight to the point, huh? Yeah, we’re having sex, don’t you worry your pretty little manhood.”
“Hey! You and I both know that my manhood is far from little!”
“Far might be a little too big of a word.”
“Y/N,” Jack growled, using that dominant voice I loved. “Don’t make me punish you.”
“Don’t make me punish you, Jack. You know who wears the pants in this relationship.”
“Yeah,” he scoffed. “Me.”
“No. Me.”
“I’d like to see you prove that.” Jack giggled his little man giggle and straddled over my lap.
“Oh, eager, aren’t we?” I bit my lip, and no matter how much I wanted him right now, my favorite show was on, so I pushed him off. “My show is on, Jack. You’re gonna have to wait.”
Jack got off, and pouted over in the corner of the couch. When it was over I turned to him and gave him the most shit eating grin I’ve ever made. “So who wears the pants?”
He rolled his eyes as I straddled him, quick to put my lips on his. We never left neck kisses or hickeys on each other, deeming that as “too intimate” so we usually just made out a whole lot while doing it. His hands were grabbing my lower back as I grinded on him and his bulge grew. I was getting more wet by his touch, and just needed him undressed right here and now.
“Not here,” Jack gasped between kisses. “Bedroom. Now.”
He hoisted me up, his hands under my ass and my legs wrapped around my torso. How he did it, I don’t know because Alex is constantly telling me that he’d win in a fight between the two of them. And I can beat Alex in an arm wrestle. He may have let me win, but that’s beside the point.
We reached my bedroom, and his lips were still on mine. My hands were furiously tugging at his hair. Jesus, I couldn’t get enough of his hair, it was magnificent. He hovered over me, staring at me with a smug smirk on on his lips.
“What?” I exhaled, throwing off my shirt.
“So who wears the pants again?”
“Shut up.” I smiled and his shirt was off too. His jeans were rubbing against me and my shorts and we were both getting soaked. How he did this to me, I don’t know. But I always ended up wanting more, even in the middle of the day.
Jack was on me his hands wandering everywhere from my hips and lower, and I was thrusting forward, wanting more touching going on. He smirked as his tongue was running over mine. He pulled away to take off his jeans and drop them to the floor, while pulling off my shorts and panties. He was hovering over me in boxer briefs that cupped his ass quite nicely, if I do say so myself.
His breath was becoming quick, and I figured it wasn’t long before I’d have him all to myself, but I wanted to tease him a bit more. So I propped myself on my elbow to turn us around. He gave me a confused look but turned around anyway. Now he was on his back, and I was on my knees looking down at him. I hoisted my body over his so that my exposed self could rub against him. I was hovering over him, moving over his thigh while my hand reached in his boxers and grabbed his dick.
“For god’s sake, Y/N, just fuck me already!” Jack screamed. I giggled as I continued what I was doing. I guess he got tired of being teased and flipped us back over so that he was on top. He threw off his boxers and stuck himself inside of me thinking that we already had enough of that foreplay shit. He started pumping really fast and his face came down to meet mine. Thinking that he was going to kiss me, I reached up for his lips, but was confused when he went past mine. His lips reached my neck and as his pace was quickening, he sucked on my neck, causing me to moan intensely.
He was going harder in me, and his kisses on my neck were turning into bites. Love bites. Bites that would leave marks. Bites that my friends would ask about. I was too caught up in this moment to care about that, but it was burning in the back of my mind. Soon enough he couldn’t take anymore and came inside me. I did the same, and he flopped over, catching his breath.
“Holy fucking shit, Y/N,” he breathed.
“Same,” I panted.
He laughed lightly and stretched out his arm for me to cuddle in. I happily agreed, nuzzling myself into his warmth as we lied naked next to each other. He nibbled on my ear playfully and I giggled to myself. What a dork. Jack’s breathing started to slow down, so I figured he was falling asleep.
What made me really wonder was that Jack had kissed my neck. He left hickeys and bite marks that would indeed be questioned. Did Jack have feelings for me? Did I have them for him? I couldn’t help but think about it all damn night.
I finally woke up the next morning with the sun shining in my face. When I blinked out the sleepiness from my eyes, I gazed over at Jack’s spot on my bed. It was empty, so I pursued the trail down to my kitchen. I threw on some comfortable clothes before going, but when I walked down, I didn’t smell any bacon. Usually if Jack was up first, he’d make bacon. I looked around for any sign of him and I had no luck.
Okay, now this was getting weird. First, Jack shows me affection by leaving bite marks all over me and now he’s leaving. He just broke two fucking rules all in one night! I got nervous, and started to pace my living room floor.
I heard knocks at the door, so I followed into the entryway. I opened the door, not before covering my neck with my hair, and found Jack there smiling like an idiot.
“Where were you?” I asked him, feeling accusatory, because - well - he deserved to be accused.
“You were out of bacon so I went to buy some,” He told me with a massive grin on his face.
My face softened when I noticed how sweet his gesture was. “Wait,” I said before letting him in. “Why the hell did you knock? You always barge in.”
“Just in case you were masturbating while thinking about last night.” He gave me his best wink he could before stepping past me. Of course. I sighed and laughed a bit before turning around and following Jack into the kitchen.
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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