Jack Barakat Imagines
Meeting Your Parents
Warning: smut
Your POV
I fixed the tie on Jack’s suit. “You’re going to be just fine,” I told him. “They’re going to love you.”
“That’s what you say, but have you ever been on the receiving end of meeting your girlfriend’s parents?” He asked me in a breathy tone. “It’s terrifying.”
“Well I haven’t ever met a girlfriend’s parents, but I have met a certain boyfriend’s parents. Tell me again how that one was supposed to go?”
I was referring to the time that I had met Jack’s parents and siblings. They didn’t exactly welcome me easily. They constantly teased me, making me question if they really liked me. They were like Jack only they had nothing holding them back. Always making jokes. Not that it was bad, but I wasn’t expecting it. I was expecting Jack, but not all of those Barakats. There were so many of them.
“Relax, they loved you.”
“Yeah, sure, they loved me. But did they tell me? No.” I answered my own question as we walked up to my front door.
“Why were we supposed to dress up?” Jack looked at me, questioning my ways.
“My mom loves dresses, now be quiet, I’m ringing the doorbell.” He shushed, and I rang the doorbell. My mom answered me and welcomed me with a hug.
“So this must be the famous Jackary I hear so much about,” she smiled as she welcomed Jack with a happy expression on her face.
“Actually it’s Jack, but yeah, that’s me,” Jack smiled and held out his hand for her to shake. She instead pulled him in for a hug. He coughed awkwardly when she let go.
“It’s Jackary, Mom,” I whispered to her. “Trust me.” Jack stuck his tongue out at me as I snickered behind him. We walked in and set our coats on the hangers and I started to slip off my shoes.
“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?” Jack asked me.
“This is a house, Jack. Usually people take off their shoes when they walk in them.”
“Yeah, but we’re in fancy attire. I’ll feel weird without my shoes on.”
I patted him on the back. “Get used to it.” He scoffed and started to make his way over to my family. Before Jack could wander too far, I pinched him on the ass, causing him to yelp out in surprise. People turned to look at us and I just waved casually. When they turned away, I winked at Jack.
He looked rather confused and wandered over to where people were sitting. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room and looked around at our decor. “Guys, this is Jackary.” I gestured to him, and they all gave him a wave. “Jackary, this is my dad, my mom is in the kitchen, my sister Polly, and my brother Greg. Say hello.”
“Hello, and my name is not Jackary, it’s Jack,” he told them with a wave.
“You just keep telling yourself that honey.”
They briefly made contact before Jack turned to me again. “Y/N, why do you insist on telling everyone my name is Jackary?”
“It’s kind of hilarious,” I told him with a sweet smile on my face.
“They’re going to keep getting my name wrong.”
“Yeah, it’ll be funny, come on Jack, play along. Please? For me?” I gave him my best pouty face and he rolled his eyes before reluctantly agreeing.
Not long after that, my mom called us in for dinner. “So, what’re we having for dinner, Mrs. Y/L/N?” Jack asked him with a polite smile on his face as we all sat down around the table.
“We’re having Y/N’s favorite dish, spaghetti and meatballs with a side of garlic bread,” my mom smiled at him as she set the food down.
Jack was the first to reach for the food, which wasn’t smart, because my dad almost always chose first. It wasn’t going to end well. He smacked Jack’s hand away. “In this house, we always pray before eating, son.”
“Oh,” Jack’s cheeks became flushed as he put his hands in his lap, obviously embarrassed. Dad, what the fuck are you thinking.
“Nah, I’m just kidding Jack, I just wanted the first slice.”
“Y/F/O/M/F/N!” my mom chastised.
“What?” he retaliated with a mouthful of bread.
“How dare you do that to poor Jackary, he’s already nervous enough as it is!”
“Nah, he’ll be fine. Won’t ya Jacky boy?” He slapped Jack on the arm, and I swear to god, I have never seen Jack look more uncomfortable in his life. Maybe I should try to spice things up for him.
“So, Y/N,” my mom breathed. “Are you and Jackary spending the night?”
“Nah, we’ll be going back to the hotel for the night,” I smiled at her, moving my hand to Jack’s thigh.
“Can’t really spend some quality couple time on the couch, now can we?” She gave me one of her fake ‘excuse me, but company’s over’ smiles, and I nodded.
I moved my hand up to the waistband of Jack’s pants as he reached for some noodles. His head snapped over to me as he gave me a worried look.
“What is it?” I whispered, my eyes giving him a knowing twinkle.
“You know exactly what it is, Y/N. This dinner is awkward as it is, please don’t give me a boner. You know how well these pants show boners.”
“It’s kind of hot though,” I winked at him. He groaned and I started fumbling around with his zipper as I tried to casually eat my favorite dish.
My brother Greg, who was around 17, turned to look at me. “Secrets don’t make friends, Y/N,” he mocked.
“Yeah, well neither does that shirt, but I prefer to keep my opinions to myself.”
“Y/N!” my mom chastised again.
“What?”
“That’s no way to speak to your brother!”
“Yeah, but it’s kind of fun.” I heard Jack choke a little on his noodles as I grabbed his junk and gave it a little squeeze. I giggled at his reaction.
“You okay there, Jackary? Don’t eat too fast.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied to her, his voice cracking, and his face blushing. He leaned over to whisper to me again. “I’m going to get you for that later.”
I put my hand up to my mouth to act like I was surprised. “Oooh, I’m so scared.”
“It’s taking everything I have not to bang you on this table right here.”
“It’s a good thing you’re keeping it in your pants, I don’t think my parents what to see that.”
After a fairly awkward dinner encounter, Jack and I said our goodbyes, and they still thought his name was Jackary. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself the whole way there. “You think this is over, Y/N, but it’s not. That was one of the most awkward encounters I’ve ever had in my life.”
“I didn’t think my dad would go that far, but you can thank me for the rest.”
“Why the fuck were you trying to turn me on under the table at your parents’ house?” He couldn’t help but smile as I saw him sneak a look at my boobs.
“I don’t know, it looked like you needed loosening up.” I gave him a cheeky smile, but as soon as we were parked, his lips crashed against mine. His tongue swooped in my mouth and we were making out hard in the car.
“Jack,” I mumbled against his lips.
“Y/N.”
“I’m not having car sex.”
“Why not?”
“There’s a guy staring at us right there.” I motioned to the guy in the front of our car, his eyes wide and fixed on the both of us. Jack stopped kissing me and looked up to what I was staring at.
He honked the horn and yelled some profanities before the guy scurried off. “Let’s take this up to our room then?”
“Hell yeah.”
We made it up to our room and almost immediately our hands were flying and our tongues were meshing, and our clothes fell off like they were held up by simple pieces of string. We were in our underwear on the bed when Jack said breathlessly, “If you call me Jackary, I swear to god I’m going to kill you.”
“Oooh, promise?” He laughed and unclipped my bra, fondling me.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, you know what you do to me?”
“Nah, why don’t you tell me.”
“I’d rather just show you.” Our undergarments were off, and before I knew it, the foreplay was over and he entered me, causing me to moan almost uncontrollably. He started off sort of slow, but unable to contain his excitement. His lips were leaving trails of wet kisses and tiny bite marks as he thrusted. I thrusted against him, wanting more of him. We went at it for god knows how long before he finally let go, and our moans ceased in the air.
“Oh my fuck, Y/N.”
“I know,” I breathed.
“Jesus Christ, I love you.” He giggled and rolled over until he was on top of me again.
“I love you too,” I told him as I smiled into his kiss. We thrusted and we moaned and we shouted each other’s names into the hotel air, thankful my parents were miles away, too far to hear any of this. Because it certainly went on for most of the night.
Your POV
I fixed the tie on Jack’s suit. “You’re going to be just fine,” I told him. “They’re going to love you.”
“That’s what you say, but have you ever been on the receiving end of meeting your girlfriend’s parents?” He asked me in a breathy tone. “It’s terrifying.”
“Well I haven’t ever met a girlfriend’s parents, but I have met a certain boyfriend’s parents. Tell me again how that one was supposed to go?”
I was referring to the time that I had met Jack’s parents and siblings. They didn’t exactly welcome me easily. They constantly teased me, making me question if they really liked me. They were like Jack only they had nothing holding them back. Always making jokes. Not that it was bad, but I wasn’t expecting it. I was expecting Jack, but not all of those Barakats. There were so many of them.
“Relax, they loved you.”
“Yeah, sure, they loved me. But did they tell me? No.” I answered my own question as we walked up to my front door.
“Why were we supposed to dress up?” Jack looked at me, questioning my ways.
“My mom loves dresses, now be quiet, I’m ringing the doorbell.” He shushed, and I rang the doorbell. My mom answered me and welcomed me with a hug.
“So this must be the famous Jackary I hear so much about,” she smiled as she welcomed Jack with a happy expression on her face.
“Actually it’s Jack, but yeah, that’s me,” Jack smiled and held out his hand for her to shake. She instead pulled him in for a hug. He coughed awkwardly when she let go.
“It’s Jackary, Mom,” I whispered to her. “Trust me.” Jack stuck his tongue out at me as I snickered behind him. We walked in and set our coats on the hangers and I started to slip off my shoes.
“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?” Jack asked me.
“This is a house, Jack. Usually people take off their shoes when they walk in them.”
“Yeah, but we’re in fancy attire. I’ll feel weird without my shoes on.”
I patted him on the back. “Get used to it.” He scoffed and started to make his way over to my family. Before Jack could wander too far, I pinched him on the ass, causing him to yelp out in surprise. People turned to look at us and I just waved casually. When they turned away, I winked at Jack.
He looked rather confused and wandered over to where people were sitting. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room and looked around at our decor. “Guys, this is Jackary.” I gestured to him, and they all gave him a wave. “Jackary, this is my dad, my mom is in the kitchen, my sister Polly, and my brother Greg. Say hello.”
“Hello, and my name is not Jackary, it’s Jack,” he told them with a wave.
“You just keep telling yourself that honey.”
They briefly made contact before Jack turned to me again. “Y/N, why do you insist on telling everyone my name is Jackary?”
“It’s kind of hilarious,” I told him with a sweet smile on my face.
“They’re going to keep getting my name wrong.”
“Yeah, it’ll be funny, come on Jack, play along. Please? For me?” I gave him my best pouty face and he rolled his eyes before reluctantly agreeing.
Not long after that, my mom called us in for dinner. “So, what’re we having for dinner, Mrs. Y/L/N?” Jack asked him with a polite smile on his face as we all sat down around the table.
“We’re having Y/N’s favorite dish, spaghetti and meatballs with a side of garlic bread,” my mom smiled at him as she set the food down.
Jack was the first to reach for the food, which wasn’t smart, because my dad almost always chose first. It wasn’t going to end well. He smacked Jack’s hand away. “In this house, we always pray before eating, son.”
“Oh,” Jack’s cheeks became flushed as he put his hands in his lap, obviously embarrassed. Dad, what the fuck are you thinking.
“Nah, I’m just kidding Jack, I just wanted the first slice.”
“Y/F/O/M/F/N!” my mom chastised.
“What?” he retaliated with a mouthful of bread.
“How dare you do that to poor Jackary, he’s already nervous enough as it is!”
“Nah, he’ll be fine. Won’t ya Jacky boy?” He slapped Jack on the arm, and I swear to god, I have never seen Jack look more uncomfortable in his life. Maybe I should try to spice things up for him.
“So, Y/N,” my mom breathed. “Are you and Jackary spending the night?”
“Nah, we’ll be going back to the hotel for the night,” I smiled at her, moving my hand to Jack’s thigh.
“Can’t really spend some quality couple time on the couch, now can we?” She gave me one of her fake ‘excuse me, but company’s over’ smiles, and I nodded.
I moved my hand up to the waistband of Jack’s pants as he reached for some noodles. His head snapped over to me as he gave me a worried look.
“What is it?” I whispered, my eyes giving him a knowing twinkle.
“You know exactly what it is, Y/N. This dinner is awkward as it is, please don’t give me a boner. You know how well these pants show boners.”
“It’s kind of hot though,” I winked at him. He groaned and I started fumbling around with his zipper as I tried to casually eat my favorite dish.
My brother Greg, who was around 17, turned to look at me. “Secrets don’t make friends, Y/N,” he mocked.
“Yeah, well neither does that shirt, but I prefer to keep my opinions to myself.”
“Y/N!” my mom chastised again.
“What?”
“That’s no way to speak to your brother!”
“Yeah, but it’s kind of fun.” I heard Jack choke a little on his noodles as I grabbed his junk and gave it a little squeeze. I giggled at his reaction.
“You okay there, Jackary? Don’t eat too fast.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied to her, his voice cracking, and his face blushing. He leaned over to whisper to me again. “I’m going to get you for that later.”
I put my hand up to my mouth to act like I was surprised. “Oooh, I’m so scared.”
“It’s taking everything I have not to bang you on this table right here.”
“It’s a good thing you’re keeping it in your pants, I don’t think my parents what to see that.”
After a fairly awkward dinner encounter, Jack and I said our goodbyes, and they still thought his name was Jackary. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself the whole way there. “You think this is over, Y/N, but it’s not. That was one of the most awkward encounters I’ve ever had in my life.”
“I didn’t think my dad would go that far, but you can thank me for the rest.”
“Why the fuck were you trying to turn me on under the table at your parents’ house?” He couldn’t help but smile as I saw him sneak a look at my boobs.
“I don’t know, it looked like you needed loosening up.” I gave him a cheeky smile, but as soon as we were parked, his lips crashed against mine. His tongue swooped in my mouth and we were making out hard in the car.
“Jack,” I mumbled against his lips.
“Y/N.”
“I’m not having car sex.”
“Why not?”
“There’s a guy staring at us right there.” I motioned to the guy in the front of our car, his eyes wide and fixed on the both of us. Jack stopped kissing me and looked up to what I was staring at.
He honked the horn and yelled some profanities before the guy scurried off. “Let’s take this up to our room then?”
“Hell yeah.”
We made it up to our room and almost immediately our hands were flying and our tongues were meshing, and our clothes fell off like they were held up by simple pieces of string. We were in our underwear on the bed when Jack said breathlessly, “If you call me Jackary, I swear to god I’m going to kill you.”
“Oooh, promise?” He laughed and unclipped my bra, fondling me.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, you know what you do to me?”
“Nah, why don’t you tell me.”
“I’d rather just show you.” Our undergarments were off, and before I knew it, the foreplay was over and he entered me, causing me to moan almost uncontrollably. He started off sort of slow, but unable to contain his excitement. His lips were leaving trails of wet kisses and tiny bite marks as he thrusted. I thrusted against him, wanting more of him. We went at it for god knows how long before he finally let go, and our moans ceased in the air.
“Oh my fuck, Y/N.”
“I know,” I breathed.
“Jesus Christ, I love you.” He giggled and rolled over until he was on top of me again.
“I love you too,” I told him as I smiled into his kiss. We thrusted and we moaned and we shouted each other’s names into the hotel air, thankful my parents were miles away, too far to hear any of this. Because it certainly went on for most of the night.
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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