Jack Barakat Imagines
Your Bed
Warning: smut
Your POV
I could feel his hands all around me, feeling me, spreading their warmth. His body was against me, and I could feel his love again. He still loved me. I could feel it in my gut. I don’t want this to end.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered in my ear. “More than anybody should. I’ll continue to love you.” His hot breath on my face was making me crumble under his touch. I wanted more of him. I wanted to lie here forever. I would if I could.
“I love you too,” I breathed, not able to catch my oxygen very well. His hot kisses were everywhere, just like his hands, roaming my body, touching it so gently that I had to question myself as to whether or not he really did. If this could last forever, that would be wonderful.
He was about to enter me, and I gripped the sheets, exhaling in pleasure. I knew it would feel amazing. I knew he felt amazing.
I sat up, panting from my dream. I need him. I want him. Where even is he now? I shouldn’t be craving him. It’s not alright, I know that. But I can’t find the nerve to say it. Where is he now?
You see, it was last year when Jack told me that he cheated on me. I knew I had to break it off then. I didn’t want to, but he left me no choice. He wasn’t even drunk when he did it. Completely sober. And I felt betrayed.. and hurt. I couldn’t stay with him.
But my problem is I still think about him. I love him. I miss him. I shouldn’t, but I do. I’m always craving him, whether it’s in my dreams or the middle of the day. I can’t get him out of my heart. It’s been a year and I still want him.
I don’t know if I want him completely. I wonder if he’s the same person, or would that be too much. Would that rip me open and have me crying on the ground? All I want is to be with him. In his bed. That’s all I crave and that’s all I want. To be with him.
I haven’t been the same since I left him. I know I’m a fool, but I want to be in his arms again. I want to feel his breath on my skin. I want to feel like I matter and that he meant it when he said he loved me.
I look over at my phone in the darkness. This isn’t the first time I’ve had dreams about Jack. Not even the first time I’ve had those kinds of dreams about him. He made me feel like I was special to him. I need him to love me again.
I grab my phone and open my messages. To text him or not to text him. I decide to send him a hey to see if he’ll reply. I put my phone on my belly so I can feel it vibrate and stare off into the darkness. My curtains are closed. It’s completely dark. I look over at the clock. 1:40. I sigh and lay my hands on my stomach. I drift off until my eyes flutter open again.
I check my clock. 2:45. I look at my phone. No answer. I type in I miss you more than anybody should.
I can’t stand it anymore, so I get out of my bed. I type in a quick message to him. I don’t care if he’s asleep, if he has company over, whatever. I need to see him again. It’s been too long. I need him to feel again.
I climb in my car, still in my pajamas, and start on my trek to Jack’s. He can say he never felt anything about me, but that doesn’t change how I feel about him. Just one night. Just one night in his bed, that’s all I’m asking.
When I get to Jack’s I knock on the door. There’s no answer, so I try the handle. It’s unlocked. God, this is so creepy, sneaking into my ex boyfriend’s house. I quickly shut the door before I take a step inside. No, if I want him to see how I feel, I’m not going to drive him away. I pull out my phone. I put my thumb to his contact and wait to hear his raspy voice on the other end.
It goes to voicemail before he picks up. I hang up and try again. No luck. I sigh. All this for nothing. He must not want to see me. I turn around to start my journey home.
“Y/N?” I hear a voice say behind me. I stop dead in my tracks. Did Jack hear me? Does he want me to stay here? “That’s you, isn’t it. Aren’t you cold?”
I look down at my attire. I’m still wearing my night clothes. A tank top and shorts. I’m wearing a long coat over it, but I guess you could say it wasn’t the warmest outfit ever.
“Y/N, turn around,” he commands in a soft voice. I do as he says and look up at him with pleading eyes. Please don’t send me away. “What’re you doing here, kitten?” I flinch at my old nickname. How can he use that so casually.
“Take me,” I whisper. I don’t know what I mean by that.
“What?” he answers, just as quietly. He takes a step towards me so he could hear better.
“I said take me,” I say, a little more confident than last time.
“Take you where?”
“Take me to your bed.”
He seems taken aback by my words. He looks anywhere but me for a moment before stepping aside and letting me in. He motions for me to go to the living room.
“Jack, I can’t sleep.”
“That seems pretty evident,” he chuckles. I don’t laugh. Instead tears are welling up in my eyes, and I can’t stop them. This is what three in the morning does to you. “Hey,” he rushes to my side and kneels in front of me. “Hey, it’s okay, shhh,” he shushes me and pets my head so that I feel comforted.
“You don’t understand, Jack. I keep having the same dream. I keep seeing us together. I feel your love for me with every touch you make. I miss you. I miss you so much.”
“I saw your text,” he mutters quietly.
“You didn’t say anything.”
“How could I? With how I left you. When we broke up, Y/N, that was terrible. Horrific even. I never wanted to hurt you. It killed me to see you that upset.”
“I’m still that upset.”
“How have you been holding up?”
“Don’t ask me how I keep myself together, ‘cause I’m hardly together.”
“So what do you want me to do?” His voice is cracking and he looks up at me, his big brown eyes pleading for something. Something to happen.
“Take me to your bed.”
“You said that, I don’t know what you mean.” He sighs and combs through his hair with his fingers.
“We can mess around, like we never meant anything we said that night. When we broke up. We can forget it all for a night.”
Jack sighs and tears his gaze away from me. “Just for one night?” he asks quietly.
“Just one, then I promise you I’m gone forever.”
He nods and grabs my hand. I follow him to his bedroom. I sit on his bed, messing with the blanket. He still hasn’t changed it. I miss it so much. It’s been in so many of my dreams.
“I let you down, Jack,” I whisper quietly, staring at my feet.
“What do you mean?” He turns to look at me, and when I return his gaze, he tosses a shirt to me. I briefly smell it before I put it on. I missed his smell so much.
“I just couldn’t believe that you could fall out of love with me. I put myself in denial, and here I am at your house at three in the morning. I need to believe it, I just can’t. I wanted to be with you so bad.” A fresh stream of tears poured down and I tried to wipe them away before they were noticed, but I failed.
Jack approaches me and wraps his arms around me. “Let’s forget about that, okay Y/N? We’re just going to forget it for the night.”
I nod and try to wipe away my tears. “Jack,” I whisper, his arms still wrapped around me.
“Hmm?”
“I need you to feel again.”
“Don’t think about that now, just focus on us here. Look at me, Y/N, look in my eyes.” I turn my gaze to face him and he gives me one of his lopsided smiles. I unconsciously smile back. “There’s my girl,” he breathes.
His eyes flicker down to my lips before he leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back. It was everything I remembered and more. It felt so much better than my dream. He felt so much more real. I don’t care at this point if it’s not pure or fake. I just needed him. And he’s here, and that’s all I want.
I took off my bra when I threw on his shirt. So I was bra-less when he sprawled over me. His hot kisses up and down my body were everything I wanted. My mind tried to tell me that he was like this with someone else, but I shut it up. I don’t need any distractions now. Just me, Jack, and his bed.
Jack’s breath was warm against my skin. Our clothes were on the floor and he was hovering above me. We made no noise except heavy breathing, moans, and kisses. His mouth was wandering my body as my fingernails made a sketch in his back. My hands were tangled in his hair, and his hands were roaming me.
His hands held my boobs secure as he rocked up and down. His sweat was dripping from his forehead, and my mouth was open as he was moving. I let out a loud moan when I was close, as did Jack. I breathed in our misty air when it was over, contemplating if I’ll ever feel like that again.
Will I ever have his body moving against mine? Will I ever feel his lips against my skin? Will I ever have someone to make me feel as special as he makes me without even trying. I don’t know how he does it. But I always want more. He isn’t just someone I love. He’s a drug that makes me want more every time I have a taste. I need him in my body just like a diabetic needs insulin.
As Jack is fast asleep next to me, I can feel his sweaty body radiating heat. This is going to be one awkward morning after, but tonight is what I needed. His arm is draped around my waist, and I’m clutching the pillow I’m laying on. This is the last time I’ll be in Jack’s bed, and honestly, I wish it was the first.
Your POV
I could feel his hands all around me, feeling me, spreading their warmth. His body was against me, and I could feel his love again. He still loved me. I could feel it in my gut. I don’t want this to end.
“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered in my ear. “More than anybody should. I’ll continue to love you.” His hot breath on my face was making me crumble under his touch. I wanted more of him. I wanted to lie here forever. I would if I could.
“I love you too,” I breathed, not able to catch my oxygen very well. His hot kisses were everywhere, just like his hands, roaming my body, touching it so gently that I had to question myself as to whether or not he really did. If this could last forever, that would be wonderful.
He was about to enter me, and I gripped the sheets, exhaling in pleasure. I knew it would feel amazing. I knew he felt amazing.
I sat up, panting from my dream. I need him. I want him. Where even is he now? I shouldn’t be craving him. It’s not alright, I know that. But I can’t find the nerve to say it. Where is he now?
You see, it was last year when Jack told me that he cheated on me. I knew I had to break it off then. I didn’t want to, but he left me no choice. He wasn’t even drunk when he did it. Completely sober. And I felt betrayed.. and hurt. I couldn’t stay with him.
But my problem is I still think about him. I love him. I miss him. I shouldn’t, but I do. I’m always craving him, whether it’s in my dreams or the middle of the day. I can’t get him out of my heart. It’s been a year and I still want him.
I don’t know if I want him completely. I wonder if he’s the same person, or would that be too much. Would that rip me open and have me crying on the ground? All I want is to be with him. In his bed. That’s all I crave and that’s all I want. To be with him.
I haven’t been the same since I left him. I know I’m a fool, but I want to be in his arms again. I want to feel his breath on my skin. I want to feel like I matter and that he meant it when he said he loved me.
I look over at my phone in the darkness. This isn’t the first time I’ve had dreams about Jack. Not even the first time I’ve had those kinds of dreams about him. He made me feel like I was special to him. I need him to love me again.
I grab my phone and open my messages. To text him or not to text him. I decide to send him a hey to see if he’ll reply. I put my phone on my belly so I can feel it vibrate and stare off into the darkness. My curtains are closed. It’s completely dark. I look over at the clock. 1:40. I sigh and lay my hands on my stomach. I drift off until my eyes flutter open again.
I check my clock. 2:45. I look at my phone. No answer. I type in I miss you more than anybody should.
I can’t stand it anymore, so I get out of my bed. I type in a quick message to him. I don’t care if he’s asleep, if he has company over, whatever. I need to see him again. It’s been too long. I need him to feel again.
I climb in my car, still in my pajamas, and start on my trek to Jack’s. He can say he never felt anything about me, but that doesn’t change how I feel about him. Just one night. Just one night in his bed, that’s all I’m asking.
When I get to Jack’s I knock on the door. There’s no answer, so I try the handle. It’s unlocked. God, this is so creepy, sneaking into my ex boyfriend’s house. I quickly shut the door before I take a step inside. No, if I want him to see how I feel, I’m not going to drive him away. I pull out my phone. I put my thumb to his contact and wait to hear his raspy voice on the other end.
It goes to voicemail before he picks up. I hang up and try again. No luck. I sigh. All this for nothing. He must not want to see me. I turn around to start my journey home.
“Y/N?” I hear a voice say behind me. I stop dead in my tracks. Did Jack hear me? Does he want me to stay here? “That’s you, isn’t it. Aren’t you cold?”
I look down at my attire. I’m still wearing my night clothes. A tank top and shorts. I’m wearing a long coat over it, but I guess you could say it wasn’t the warmest outfit ever.
“Y/N, turn around,” he commands in a soft voice. I do as he says and look up at him with pleading eyes. Please don’t send me away. “What’re you doing here, kitten?” I flinch at my old nickname. How can he use that so casually.
“Take me,” I whisper. I don’t know what I mean by that.
“What?” he answers, just as quietly. He takes a step towards me so he could hear better.
“I said take me,” I say, a little more confident than last time.
“Take you where?”
“Take me to your bed.”
He seems taken aback by my words. He looks anywhere but me for a moment before stepping aside and letting me in. He motions for me to go to the living room.
“Jack, I can’t sleep.”
“That seems pretty evident,” he chuckles. I don’t laugh. Instead tears are welling up in my eyes, and I can’t stop them. This is what three in the morning does to you. “Hey,” he rushes to my side and kneels in front of me. “Hey, it’s okay, shhh,” he shushes me and pets my head so that I feel comforted.
“You don’t understand, Jack. I keep having the same dream. I keep seeing us together. I feel your love for me with every touch you make. I miss you. I miss you so much.”
“I saw your text,” he mutters quietly.
“You didn’t say anything.”
“How could I? With how I left you. When we broke up, Y/N, that was terrible. Horrific even. I never wanted to hurt you. It killed me to see you that upset.”
“I’m still that upset.”
“How have you been holding up?”
“Don’t ask me how I keep myself together, ‘cause I’m hardly together.”
“So what do you want me to do?” His voice is cracking and he looks up at me, his big brown eyes pleading for something. Something to happen.
“Take me to your bed.”
“You said that, I don’t know what you mean.” He sighs and combs through his hair with his fingers.
“We can mess around, like we never meant anything we said that night. When we broke up. We can forget it all for a night.”
Jack sighs and tears his gaze away from me. “Just for one night?” he asks quietly.
“Just one, then I promise you I’m gone forever.”
He nods and grabs my hand. I follow him to his bedroom. I sit on his bed, messing with the blanket. He still hasn’t changed it. I miss it so much. It’s been in so many of my dreams.
“I let you down, Jack,” I whisper quietly, staring at my feet.
“What do you mean?” He turns to look at me, and when I return his gaze, he tosses a shirt to me. I briefly smell it before I put it on. I missed his smell so much.
“I just couldn’t believe that you could fall out of love with me. I put myself in denial, and here I am at your house at three in the morning. I need to believe it, I just can’t. I wanted to be with you so bad.” A fresh stream of tears poured down and I tried to wipe them away before they were noticed, but I failed.
Jack approaches me and wraps his arms around me. “Let’s forget about that, okay Y/N? We’re just going to forget it for the night.”
I nod and try to wipe away my tears. “Jack,” I whisper, his arms still wrapped around me.
“Hmm?”
“I need you to feel again.”
“Don’t think about that now, just focus on us here. Look at me, Y/N, look in my eyes.” I turn my gaze to face him and he gives me one of his lopsided smiles. I unconsciously smile back. “There’s my girl,” he breathes.
His eyes flicker down to my lips before he leans in and kisses me. I kiss him back. It was everything I remembered and more. It felt so much better than my dream. He felt so much more real. I don’t care at this point if it’s not pure or fake. I just needed him. And he’s here, and that’s all I want.
I took off my bra when I threw on his shirt. So I was bra-less when he sprawled over me. His hot kisses up and down my body were everything I wanted. My mind tried to tell me that he was like this with someone else, but I shut it up. I don’t need any distractions now. Just me, Jack, and his bed.
Jack’s breath was warm against my skin. Our clothes were on the floor and he was hovering above me. We made no noise except heavy breathing, moans, and kisses. His mouth was wandering my body as my fingernails made a sketch in his back. My hands were tangled in his hair, and his hands were roaming me.
His hands held my boobs secure as he rocked up and down. His sweat was dripping from his forehead, and my mouth was open as he was moving. I let out a loud moan when I was close, as did Jack. I breathed in our misty air when it was over, contemplating if I’ll ever feel like that again.
Will I ever have his body moving against mine? Will I ever feel his lips against my skin? Will I ever have someone to make me feel as special as he makes me without even trying. I don’t know how he does it. But I always want more. He isn’t just someone I love. He’s a drug that makes me want more every time I have a taste. I need him in my body just like a diabetic needs insulin.
As Jack is fast asleep next to me, I can feel his sweaty body radiating heat. This is going to be one awkward morning after, but tonight is what I needed. His arm is draped around my waist, and I’m clutching the pillow I’m laying on. This is the last time I’ll be in Jack’s bed, and honestly, I wish it was the first.
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