As soon as the words left your lips, you could have sworn you saw his eyes glow for the first time since he had lost his powers. The raw energy emitting from him was near tangible— the sheer excitement that radiated from him for you made you quiver.
The son of Satan. You were about to take the son of Satan’s virginity, and you were going to love it.
His lips found yours again— a messy clash of teeth and tongue as curious hands trailed to the hem of your tank top before pausing.
“I- will you help me? I want to be good for you-” he stutters out, amber eyes sincere.
“Of course, honey,” you coo. Your thumb and forefinger tug at his plump bottom lip and he leans back into your embrace. “Of course I’ll help you.”
You fall back into the sheets, pulling him with you. Cautious hands push your shirt up enough to splay them across your belly, fingers dancing unsure against your skin.
You yank the fabric the rest of the way up— over your head in one swift motion, leaving you bare beneath him. Honey eyes go wide at the sight of your breasts and you can’t help but giggle at how fucking cute he is.
You grab his hand, pulling it to your chest.
“Do you want to touch me?” you whisper and he nods— maybe a bit too eagerly but it’s okay, because you want it just as badly.
“You can,” you assured him. You place his hand on your breast— nimble fingers roll a nipple between them and you arch into his foreign touch. Petal-soft lips find the other and he tugs delicately with his teeth. Your fingers card through his hair as you keep him in place, encouraging him with soft whimpers.
“You’re so pretty,” he breathes after a moment, looking up at you. Your heart melts at the sheer adoration in his eyes— the innocence of his compliment— and you almost feel guilty for wanting to corrupt that innocence, but then his lips are sucking a bruise into the swell of your breast and all coherent thoughts are lost.
Growing hardness presses into your heat from his position between your legs and you flip him over to straddle his thighs, taking control of the situation. Partially to relieve him the pressure of making the next move— partially out of impatience.
Eyelids flutter shut and teeth nip at his swollen bottom lip as you cup his length in your hand through the confines of his sweatpants before tugging them down.
His cock springs forward and you don’t hesitate to take him in your hand, pumping several times before licking a thick strip from base to tip. Your tongue swirls around his head as the rest of him throbs in your grasp.
The sight above you is beautiful- he’s already disheveled, chest heaving lightly and eyes squinted shut.
“I see— I see why people like this-” he stutters out between blissful whimpers and you giggle before taking his length in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him and bobbing your head.
You can tell he’s close— his hands ball into fists around sheets and he pulsates in your mouth. You pull away, removing your lips with a dramatic pop.
“Enjoying yourself so far?” you smirk.
“Yes, very much so,” he exhales. He pauses, suddenly seeming shy as his eyes avert your gaze. “Is it okay if I made you feel good like that, too?”
You nod, beaming at him— this literal ray of sunshine, this literal angel, wants to bring you pleasure. You had been to heaven (and hell, and purgatory, and everywhere imaginable) and it didn’t begin to compare to the pleasure that was Jack Kline and his eagerness to make you feel good. Out of every possible version of any personalized heaven, this would be yours.
He eases you back, trailing kisses down your stomach as he slips your sleep shorts and panties down your thighs.
For the shortest of moments, there’s a desire in the back of your mind to shy away— to turn off the lamp next to his bed, to hide under the covers, to protect yourself from his stare. Too many drunken one night stands with strangers from dive bars whose names you wouldn’t recall had you even bothered to find them out in the first place— too many lovers that lacked love, conditioning you to settle for anything less than this.
But here, with him, you didn’t need to hide, you reminded yourself. Here you could be open, vulnerable, and naked in more ways than just physically.
His lips ghost over your inner thighs, planting featherlight kisses that leave goosebumps in their wake. A single finger tentatively strokes your folds, coating it in pearly silk before sliding inside your heat.
You hiss in pleasure, grinding yourself onto his hand. He lowers his face to your core— a kitten lick over your clit before his lips latch around the bundle of nerves and you wonder how he knew to do that.
“Like that, Jack,” you hum. “Just like that.”
He speeds up his ministrations at your praise, gaining confidence in his motions. He adds a finger and you clench around him, bursts of colors exploding behind your eyelids as he moans against your cunt.
“Come here,” you beg through ragged breaths.
“Did I do something wrong?” worry flashes through his eyes as he immediately comes to a halt.
“No! God, no,” you assure him, pulling him up to face level. “I wanna feel you inside me,” you explain, softer.
You take him in your hand-- guide him to where you want him. Makes sure that he’s coated in your slick before you ease him in.
He fills you completely and you both still, adjusting to the feel of each other. He kisses your nose and you could almost cry at the thought of this being a one time thing-- at the thought of never feeling this love again.
But you couldn’t let yourself have those thoughts right now. Right now, he was with you. Right now, he was safe. In this moment, you were his and he was yours.
His hips snap forward and he groans into the crook of your neck— you clutch him to you, fingers digging into the flesh of his back as you whisper something in between a moan and a praise into his ear.
His body complements yours perfectly— an effortless fit, a match made in heaven despite his parentage.
“You feel perfect,” he grunts your name, thrusts becoming sloppy.
Your hand travels between your bodies, rubbing your swollen nub as you both near climax.
“Oh, I’m gonna— I feel like—” he pants.
“It’s okay,” you coax. “I’ve got you. Let go.” You wrap your thighs around him, ankles pressing into his bottom, locking him in place. He hits your sweet spot just right and it sends you over the edge— your cunt clenches like a vice around him, milking him as he fucks you both through euphoria.
Sweat-slick bodies go slack against one another as he crashes on top of you. You cradle him to you, peppering kisses down his neck and across his collarbone as the two of you come down from your highs.
“You’re amazing,” he sighs against your damp skin, and pulls back to look you in the eye. “That was amazing. Thank you, for giving that to me.”
“Of course, Jack,” you murmur. You bring a hand to push a few stray hair from his eyes, and cup his face. “I’m glad your first time was with someone who loves you.” The words left your lips before you could give them a second thought.
They felt right— felt true.
Jack beamed. “I’m glad my first time was with someone that I love, too.”
Warning: ALMOST smut but not, Under-aged Drinking, Teasing, Breaking Dean’s rules, awful singing, and Idk. I’m bad at warnings.
A/N: As I wrote this, it was nearing towards smut but I felt that it was too soon to taint Jack. LOL. If you were hopping to read some Jack smut, maybe in the future. But at least you got some Jack tease? Idk. Anyways, I hope you like it! Hit me up with an ask if you do!
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It was time for Sam and Dean to head out for their hunt. Sam had explained to you that this was an opportunity to have Dean get his mind off of things with just the two of them working a case like old times. As much as you hated being left behind, you understood completely. They needed this – Dean needed this, but that didn’t mean you weren’t bitter about staying back. That left you to babysit Jack, which was not on your bucket list of things to do.
“Why can’t we just invite Donatello over and he can watch the kid!” You grumbled. “I could help with the case and it could be the three of us like old times.”
“Y/N, we went over this. Besides, you’re just as young as Jack. Just by looking at you two, everyone would assume that Jack was older,” Sam pointed out.
You scowled at him desperately racking your brain for some sort of excuse to deny that you appeared the youngest, but you were failing miserably. “Rude,” you hissed before turning away and heading to the kitchen for some comfort food. Sam couldn’t help but chuckle at your behavior. You were such a kid. You were like their younger sister and they treated you as such.
Sam and Dean were long gone on their hunt. The first night alone with Jack was pretty laid back. The both of you had lunch and dinner together, even watched the entire season one and two of Stranger Things. It really wasn’t so bad, but your pride had been provoked when they decided to leave you out.
It was day two and you noticed that the bunker had been unusually quiet and that you hadn’t run into Jack for sometime. Panic ensued thinking that he could have snuck out of the bunker, or worse, opened the door to an alternate universe and got lost. You hurried off to his room only to find him glued to Sam’s laptop. You rolled your eyes at the sight, knowing that you had nothing to worry about.
With the knowledge of knowing Jack was safe and sound, and still bitter about being left behind (you knew you were being petty but you didn’t care at the moment), you decided to have a drink to drown all your frustrations. You had watched Dean and Sam do it multiple times. They had never allowed you to drink, not because you were underage, but because they knew first hand that you were a lightweight.
You had gotten yourself in a little situation with Crowley once, who had given you a drink, which you gladly accepted thinking it was such an adult thing to do. Two shots of whiskey later, you were a blubbering, giggling, fool. You had given Crowley all of the information he needed. Dean was pissed and carried you back to the motel that night. He forbade you to never have a drink ever again, not wanting you to do anything stupid or get yourself into trouble.
Well, with the “big brothers” away, Y/N gets to play… with alcohol.
You rummaged through the liquor cabinet noticing there were more than one kind of alcohol. Whiskey, vodka, tequila, gin, rum, and other names that you had never heard of before. You picked the tequila just because it was in a pretty bottle. You grabbed a glass and brought them to the table, excitement coursing through you. There was a rush of adrenaline knowing you were breaking the rules… Dean’s rules.
When you popped open the bottle you could immediately smell the strong scent of the liquid. You scrunched up your nose, detesting the smell. “How the hell do they drink this stuff?” You cringed to yourself. Shrugging it off, you poured yourself a drink all the way to the top of the glass.
You stared at the clear beverage, hesitating if you should go through with this or not. The fact that you were a lightweight was something you accepted because it was downright true. You didn’t quite trust yourself, but then again, you were in the safety of the bunker and there was no where to go. What was the worst that could happen?
With pure determination, you downed the drink as quick as you could. That was how Dean had done it when he wanted to let loose. You resisted the need to stop as the liquid fire burned your throat. A guttural hiss and groan, dramatically, leaving your lips. It tasted awful.
Heat instantaneously consumed you, unquestionably feeling the effects of the alcohol. You giggled at the thought that you’d be in tremendous trouble if Dean and Sam found out. Out of spite, you filled your cup to the brim once again.
“Tequila…” you rose your glass, “…is tryin’ ‘ta kill ya!’” You finished, giggling like a high school girl, before taking a large gulp, hissing at the feel of it running down your throat. “Oh yeah, this’ll try to kill ya,” you slurred, chuckling at yourself. At this point you were feeling good. You sat at the table forcing yourself to finish your second cup, your eyes focusing on nothing but thin air. Abruptly, you shouted, “I need music! A party surly needs music!”
Stumbling to your feet, you shuffled towards the record player, surprised that you were able to turn it on before letting the pin drop. Pat Benatar’s ‘Hit Me with Your Best Shot’ filled the room as you shamelessly and obnoxiously sang along, swaying your hips and twirling your body with the beat. If anyone was watching, they’d think you were hallucinating, as if you trying to keep your balance on a viciously swaying ship.
“Well, you’re a real tough cookie with a long history! Breaking little hearts like the one in me!” You sang out loud, living in the moment, whipping your hair all over the place.
You downed the drink in your hands and slammed it on the table, relishing the feel of the alcohol overtaking your entire being. It was official, you were drunk and you didn’t care. The room felt a little topsy-turvy, as side affect that you were finding amusing. You giggled while you sang and fumbled around in the room, bumping into the tables, chairs, and anything that happened to be in your way.
“Hit me with your best shot! Why don’t you hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot, fire away! WOO!” You twirled your body, the world around you practically flipping upside down as you felt your body follow suit.
Unexpectedly, arms were around you waist keeping you balanced. “Y/N, are you okay?” It was Jack’s voice. A wide grin appeared on your lips as you swiveled around in his hold, now facing him.
“Hey Jacky,” you snickered, wrapping your arms securely around his neck. His cheeks grew red as he observed you with confusion.
“Are you alright?” He asked again.
“Oh, I feel magnificent!” You giggled, tugging him closer so that he was pressed against you. You could sense his body stiffen at the sudden proximity which gave you a bit of satisfaction. “Dance with me,” you ordered, swaying your body against his.
Jack froze, unsure what was happening and what to do. You were flush against him, gyrating your body sensually against his. He was growing nervous quickly as strange emotions began to creep their way through his body. He didn’t understand them, but he was beginning to feel uncomfortable, as if he couldn’t trust himself for some reason.
“Maybe we should stop,” Jack suggested, feeling a tingling coursing through his every nerve.
“What? But we only just started,” you moaned into his ear, your hot breath sending a foreign sensation straight to his private area.
“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he stammered, slightly loosening your hold on him.
“Why not? Dancing is fun,” you laughed, taking his large hands in yours and placing them on the small of your back. “Just let the music control you.” Jack felt something controlling him but he was sure that it wasn’t the music.
“I really think we shouldn’t be doing this,” he deadpanned. He didn’t trust himself and the new emotions that were stirring within him. He was worried that what he was feeling could hurt her. Sam and Dean were not around to enlighten him on the changes he was going through, and he couldn’t talk to you considering you were the reason for all this frustration. Not to mention you were not yourself.
“Jacky, you just need to get on my level,” you slurred before pulling away from him. You wobbled over to the tequila bottle and poured him a cup, some of the contents spilling over the table. “Oops,” you chuckled. “Here, have some!” You chirped.
Jack made his way next to you, eyeing the mysterious drink. “What is it?”
“It’s what’s gonna get you feeling loose, baby!” You cheered, your body softly grooving to the music once again. Jack’s eyes settled on your seductive dance, his eyes greedily watching you. “C’mon Jack, join me,” you cooed.
Like an obedient guy, he didn’t seem any harm in a drink, and gulped it down, grunting at the sting. “Whoa, what is that?” He asked, still cringing at the aftertaste.
“What does it matter, aren’t you feeling good?” You smiled, grabbing the bottle off the table and taking a swig. After placing the bottle down, you allowed the music to over take you once again while Jack just stood there watching.
He decided to take another drink, filling it to the top like he had seen you do, before tanking the liquid one time. His body shook at the burning sensation, feeling the sudden change in himself. He had never felt this way before either. He began to heat up, feeling uncomfortable in his clothes, so he stripped out of his shirt, lying it on the table. “It’s hot in here,” he declared.
“Woo!” You whistled, laughing and enjoying yourself. Jack smiled enjoying the light atmosphere in the room. He had never been so relaxed before. “Dance with me!” You shouted over the music.
“I don’t know how,” Jack chuckled, walking up next to you.
“Just let the music move your body. Don’t think too much about it. Have fun!” You hopped with the beat. “Hit me with your best shot!” You started singing again.
A few songs later, Jack took a seat, as sweat rolled down the side of his face and chest. You bit your bottom lip enjoying the view. “It’s really hot in here,” he commented.
“Yes it is,” you eyed his figure up and down. You never really took the time to appreciate that Jack was extremely handsome. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he was really a Winchester, a family with nothing but Godly genes.
You made your way over to him, making yourself comfortable in his lap. He looked up at you with curiosity. “What are you doing? I am not a chair,” he mumbled.
“But it’s more comfortable here,” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck and hovering your lips dangerously close to his. “Do you not like it?” You questioned, your voice soft and suggestive.
“U-uh, I, I d-don’t kn-ow,” he stuttered, his eyes glued on to your soft lips.
“Oh, but I think you do,” you grinded your butt over his crotch. Jack shut his eyes, grunting at the new sensation. “See,” you giggled, licking his lips like a kitten. Jack shuddered, letting out a deep breath, his body reacting on it’s own. “You’re all hard for me,” your voice was lower, your eyes dark with lust for the Nephilim in front of you.
“That drink we drank, is that some sort of poison? Like magic that’s making us act like this?” Jack growled, trying to contain himself as much as he could. Although he was feeling a little disoriented, he knew what was going on. He knew what he was doing and he didn’t want to do anything that would hurt you. You on the other hand wouldn’t remember a thing in the morning.
“You could say that,” you sniggered before covering your lips over his.
You felt Jack’s body flinch and then stiffen under your action. He felt like he was frozen. When he didn’t respond, you pulled away observing his expressions and behavior, wondering if he was going to push you away, but he didn’t. He just stared into your eyes, chest heaving up and down from the loss of air. You couldn’t help the gratification building inside you and connected your lips with his again, this time letting your tongue join the party.
You felt Jack wince beneath you again as your tongue swirled around his, searching his mouth, not leaving a single space left untouched. You could tell that Jack was beginning to relax, his hands naturally making their way to your hips, gripping them tightly. His lips were now moving in tandem with yours, savoring the new feel.
When you pulled back for air, Jack’s hair was a mess, his eyes were clouded, and his lips were swollen. “Having fun?” you questioned, a smug expression plastered proudly on your face.
Jack didn’t say anything, only nodding in affirmation. He was too winded and his mind was hazy. He had never felt anything so wonderful before. The things he felt were all new and he didn’t hate it. In fact, he loved it. He wanted to do it again. He wanted to feel your lips on his and he wanted to feel your tongue dance with his again and again.
Catching you off guard, he pulled you back in, his lips crashing into yours feverishly. It was his tongue this time invading your wet cavern, tasting every inch of your mouth. You moaned into the kiss enjoying the moment. Your hands were tangled in his hair as his found their way under the hem of your shirt, massaging the flesh of your hips and lower back. His hands were warm against your skin and yours were hot against his.
You started to ground your hips against his, earning a low growl from deep within his throat. Without mercy, you continued your ministrations, feeling Jack harden beneath you. “Wh-what’s happening?” Jack stammered, pulling his lips away from your, saliva stringing from both your lips.
“It’s normal. You’re just horny,” you explained.
“H-horny?” He stuttered as you rubbed your core against the apparent tent in his pants.
“Aroused, stimulated, hard, turned on, eager, hungry,” you breathed against his ear, using other words to explain the situation.
“I-I think we sh-should take a break,” Jack’s hands fell from your body, causing you to groan in frustration.
You pulled back to give him some room to breath, but you remained on his lap. You reached for the neglected bottle of poison and chugged a few good slugs in. At this point, it tasted like water and you were enjoying the feeling of it.
“It’s way too hot in here,” you complained, reaching for the hem of your shirt and slowly peeling the fabric off your body, setting it next to Jacks.
“Wow.” Jack’s eyes shamelessly scanned your body. You were beautiful. Your skin looked as soft as it felt, and your body was definitely much more different than his. His eyes settled at the swell of your breasts, as they were held up by black lace.
“Since you need some time to cool down, let’s dance some more!” You wiggled off of Jack’s lap. When you stood, you lost your balance falling towards Jack. You threw your hands forward, landing them on the arms of the chair all the while Jack attempted to catch you, his hands pressed up against your breasts. He made a mental note about how soft they were, but looked up at you with apprehension.
“S-sorry,” Jack retreated his hands reluctantly.
“It’s okay,” you smirked.
“It’s getting late, maybe we should get ready for bed. Dean and Sam will be home soon,” he stated, grabbing his shirt and pulling it on.
“Ugh, those guys. Who cares about Ken and Fabio!” You bellowed, grabbing the bottle of tequila in your hands. “They left us!” You shouted before taking a sip.
“Who is Ken and Fabio?” Jack tilted his head in bewilderment.
“You know, the Ken doll and that romance novel guy with the long hair?” You muddled. Jack just gave you a lost look which indicated that he had no clue what the hell you were talking about. “Oh Jacky, you’ll understand sooner or later.” Taking another gulp, you set the bottle back down on the table, and took a seat beside Jack. “Ugh, the room won’t stop spinning,” you droned.
Jack grabbed your shirt and did his best to help you put it back on. When he finally managed to do so, a wave of accomplishment washed over him. He then stood from his seat, watching you scattered on the chair and table.
“I think I’m drunk,” you laughed, your eyes half lidded.
“Drunk?”
“Mhmm. I need water.”
Jack left quickly, returning with a glass of water. He set it in front of you. When he noticed you not doing anything, he did what his instincts were telling him to do. He lifted the glass and helped you sit up straight before bringing the water to your lips. The feel of the cool liquid soothing your throat. When you had drunk all the water, Jack picked you up bridal style and carried you into your room, like he’d seen Sam and Dean do when you’d fall asleep in Sam’s room from watching movies.
He placed you on the bed but you wouldn’t unravel your arms from his neck. “Don’t leave me,” you pouted.
“Y/N, Dean said that I wasn’t allowed in here,” Jack stated.
“Then take me back to your room.”
“I’m not sure that’s okay either.”
“Then stay until I fall asleep? Dean will never have to know,” you held him tighter.
“I guess that would be okay,” you and Jack came to an agreement.
It took a mere five minutes before you had comatose. Once you were tucked in, Jack went into his room to grab the laptop before heading into the library. He was about ready to hit the Netflix button when the bunker door opened and shut. He averted his attention to the stair case to see Dean, Sam, and someone else.
“Hey Jack,” Sam greeted as he entered the room.
“Is that…” Dean started pointing to the nearly empty tequila bottle.
“Y/N was drinking it. It made her act really strange and it made me feel really weird,” Jack explicated.
“Wait, you and Y/N were drinking?” Sam raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Did anything happen?” Sam asked with caution, a little afraid of the answer he may receive.
“Well, we kissed and she said I was horny. It was a strange feeling. I felt a throbbing –”
“Okay, I’ve heard enough! But nothing went in anywhere, right?” Dean’s voice held the same tone as Sam did.
“Went in? Actually –”
“OH GOD!” Dean cringed.
“She put her tongue in my mouth, and I did too. And she sat on my lap moving her hips on –”
“What part of, ‘I’ve heard enough’ did you not understand?” Dean snapped. Castiel was idly standing in the background witnessing the verbal exchange.
“But nothing else when in anywhere right?” Sam wanted to reaffirm.
“No? But I did carry her to her room so she could sleep.”
Dean opened his mouth to speak when Sam spoke up first. “That’s good. She’ll definitely need a lot of rest.”
“Who is that?” Jack pointed to Cass, who stood at the entrance.
“Jack, this is…”
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The morning came and your eyes fluttered open. You groaned at the throbbing in your head. All you could remember was drinking and boy were you regretting it.
“Rise and shine sweetheart,” a familiar voice echoed through your room. You groaned, burying yourself into your pillows and blanket.
“No,” you mumbled, practically incoherent.
“Jack told us you had fun last night,” Dean whipped the blanket from your body.
“Dean!” You whined, struggling to open your eyes. “I can’t even remember what happened last night,” you admitted.
“So you don’t remember taking Jack’s virginity?” He barked.
“What?” You shot up from the bed, sobering up almost instantly. Your eyes were wide as you stared at Dean, who held a smug look. That was your only clue to prove he was lying.
“Jerk,” you curled back into your bed, grabbing your pillows and placing them over your body.
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Being the only female on a cast full of males wasn’t too difficult when you were on-set, but being on a press tour with them was a whole different ball game.
For the first two weeks of travelling, you had been an integral member of the group, always cracking jokes and making the lads laugh. However the past week had been difficult on your mental health as you had begun to miss the creature comforts of your home back in London. Your bed, the warmth of your apartment, your neighbour who you had grown to be best friends with, and most importantly, your puppy who you had adopted not long before leaving for press and who was staying at a dog hotel.
The last two nights you had cried until you were exhausted and fell asleep, and Jack had noticed that you weren’t your cheery self. You and Jack had grown very close over the course of filming, something the other lads enjoyed teasing you both about. Jack genuinely cared about you and found himself falling in love with you, so he was heartbroken to see that you weren’t enjoying this exceptional experience like the rest of the lads.
It wasn’t too late, maybe 9 P.M, when a knock sounded on your hotel room door. Opening it, you found Jack wearing a dress shirt and some jeans, his hair styled and beard finally grown back to the way you loved it. You felt ugly standing before him in your old pyjamas with your hair thrown up into something that resembled a bun.
“Lassie, the lads an’ I are hittin’ the clubs and we wan’ ye there.”
“Oh, Jack, that’s awfully nice of you to invite me but I don’t think so, not tonight.” Jack raised his eyebrow and scoffed.
“That wasn’ a question, lassie, yer comin’ wit us whether ye like it or not.”
You laughed in disbelief as Jack turned and walked down the hallway towards the elevator bank. He called over his shoulder, “We’ll wai’ in tha lobby fer ten minutes, princess. If yer no’ down there in tha’ amoun’ of time, I’m comin’ back up ‘ere and draggin’ ye to tha club in yer pyjamas.”
Miraculously, ten minutes later you were completely ready, wearing a pair of light denim jeans that framed your ass that you’d worked tirelessly in the gym to get, a tight fitting spagetti strap tank top and black heels which you knew Jack adored. As you stepped out of the elevator on the lobby level, you spotted the group of men sitting in the reception area talking amongst themselves or playing with their phones. You approaced the group of boys without them noticing in time to hear Jack wonder where you were and stand up to make his way to your room. He stopped dead in his tracks when he turned round and saw you standing there looking like the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Princess…” Jack whispered as the other lads looked in his direction, curious to see why he’d stopped talking mid-sentence.
“Holy shit, babe!” Tom called out jokingly from his spot on the couch next to Harry whose jaw was practically on the ground. Barry turned his phone around to face you revealing his girlfriend, Shona on FaceTime.
“Look at you, gorgeous girl!” You heard her squeal through the phone making you giggle, before turning your attention back to Jack who was still utterly speechless.
He took a few shaky steps towards you before gently reaching out and stroking your arm, ignoring the sniggers from the boys behind him. You let out a big belly laugh and started walking towards the double glass doors of the lobby.
“Are you boys coming, or not?” You called over your shoulder as the boys all scrambled to follow you onto the street.
You watched as the boys danced together, then eventually, with women who were drunk enough to not recognise them. You sat in the booth the lads had chosen, sipping a red wine and humming to the beat of the dance music.
“Dance wit me, angel.” Jack’s voice snapped you out of your daydream state and you stared at his outstretched hand before smiling slightly and accepting his offer. As soon as you arrived on the dance floor, the music stopped and a slow song began. Your cheeks immediately flushed as you started towards the booth again, seeing no point in dancing alone to a slow song, but before you could take another step, Jack had gripped your wrist and pulled you into his chest, rocking the both of you from side to side.
“Yer tha mos’ stunnin’ thing I’ve ever seen. Jus’…” He struggled to find a word that would do your beauty justice. “breathtaking.”
Your breath caught in your throat as you heard the man you’d grown to love tell you how beautiful he thought you were. Jack kissed a line from your collarbone to the soft space below your ear before pulling back and resting your foreheads together, still gently swaying you.
“I love you.” You sighed in delight as the words left his lips, making him chuckle and tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek and pulling you across the little gap between the two of you to kiss you softly for the first time.
“Let’s go to the place down the road for some burgers.” He suggested.
You laughed lightly, “Jack, it’s four A.M.”
“All the more reason to do it.” He answered before pulling you in for another kiss. You were faintly aware of the sounds of the other boys who had made their way back to the booth and were now watching the gentle exchange between the pair they always knew would end up together.
Could I have a Jacksepticeye imagine where it's like 3am and the fire alarm in the apartment complex just went off and jack lends you his jacket while we wait on the sidewalk. We just talk and really hit it off and you can then do what you like with it, please.
A/N: For some reason, I really picture the reader being Sean’s sister in this imagine. But you can read it interpreting their relationship as you’d like ;)
“Oh my God!” My door slamming open woke me up from my deep slumber.
“Huh?” I opened just one eye to try and see whoever was screaming. I was so exhausted that it was hard for me to stay awake, I just wanted to go back to sleep.
“Y/N, wake up!!” It was Jack, shouting at the top of his lungs.
“Sean, I swear…” If he was being hyper again and waking me up for nothing he would have to suffer my wrath.
Even if he had never done that before, it was a possibility. And being groggy like I was after he suddenly woke me up in the middle of the night and in the middle of my REM sleep annoyed me.
“Get up, c’mon!” Hurriedly, Jack ripped the sheets off me.
“What?”
“The fire alarm went off!” He explained as he helped me get out of bed.
I rubbed my eyes, stupidly thinking that I was still wearing my pijamas and I probably looked childlike and silly in them. I guessed we were supposed to leave the building immediately if there was a fire somewhere in it, but it was the first think that came to mind.
“I’m coming!” I mumbled as I followed him into the corridor.
“Hurry up!” Jack was freaking out, and I wondered if he even went to sleep at all.
I knew that he disliked sleeping because he thought it was a waste of time and preferred getting some work done instead. And since he had to go to sleep because his body needed rest to function, he often went to bed really late.
I glanced at the clock in the living room as we passed by it and saw that it was half past 3 am. Sean tugged at my arm impatiently as we arrived to the door and walked out to the landing.
I clumsily stumbled over my own two feet because I was still so sleepy and groggy. I would have fallen if it weren’t because Jack was still holding me.
Instead of letting me waste time by stumbling and falling, he just picked me up in his arms and carried me out of the building as fast as he could.
*
The streets were filled with firetrucks and people in their pijamas, freaking out and waiting to see if they could finally go back in. We were completely quiet until Jack put his sweater over me.
“Thanks” I looked over at him and smiled.
“You okay?” He asked, passing an arm over my shoulders and gently shoving me towards him.
“Yeah, just a bit shaky” I gladly cuddled to his side, finding warmth and comfort in the physical touch.
“Don’t ya even worry, Y/N” Sean proudly said. “I’ll protect you from all evil like a superhero”
“Yeah, like Deadpool” I decided to distract myself from the unease and relief the tension with some humorous chat. Sean would definitely follow along.
“He’s not a superhero!” He complained, frowning angrily.
“Exactly” I playfully shoved him seeing as he still looked annoyed.
In the end, he just smiled fondly and kept the conversation going.
“Well, I do love me some chimichangas” Sean chuckled.
“And you sure swear a lot” I smirked as I covered myself with the warm sweater. “I’m gonna start calling you Wade now”
“Nah, I already know a Wade” He joked, staring at me and wrinkling his nose.
As I was trying to think something to say, I was interrupted. Someone called out for the attention of the whole neighbourhood. Sean and I looked over our shoulders to whoever it was.
We noticed how a fireman was walking out of the building, grave but calm.
“Everyone okay?” He asked, projecting his deep voice so everyone could hear him.
He got mumbles and lazy responses as well as a few nods and grunts. Luckily, no one had gotten hurt in the hurried way out of the building. And no one seemed affected by the fire, which was a miracle.
“Seems like it was a false alarm” The man kept saying with a sigh. “There’s no fire in the building”
Many people complained loudly, to which I joined to. We were woken up in the middle of the night, scared to death because there was supposed to be a fire. All for nothing? Just a flase alarm?!
“Are you fucking serious?!” Jack shouted himself, grunting in annoyance. “I almost had a heart attack!”
Luckily, his shout was lost in the loud racket of people complaining and going to talk to the fireman.
“Is everything safe then?”
“Can we go back home?”
“Yes!” The firemen shouted in response to the questions of our neighbours. “It’s perfectly safe to go back”
We waited sitting on the sidewalk while everyone rushed in. I couldn’t help but to smile, thinking how Jack got so damn scared.
“What the hell are you grinning about?!” Jack was definitely nervous still.
I was shaky and nervous myself, but I just couldn’t help but to smile. It also helped to relieve the remaining stress and tension within me.
“You freaked out” I playfully shoved him by bumping my shoulder into his when he stared at me with a fed up look on his face. “You picked me up and carried me out and all. You were so scared...”
“There was supposed to be a fucking fire, Y/N!” Jack humored me, not really getting mad but using a mock offended voice instead. “How was I to know that it was a false alarm?!”
I laughed a little, even if my hands were still shaking. We had been really scared, and thankfully it had been nothing.
“Besides, look who’s talking!” Sean smirked widely. “You should have seen your face when I picked you up and told you it was a fire!”
“Excuse me?”
“The reason I carried you out is because you were paralyzed by fear!”
I opened my mouth in disbelief and outrage.
“You did not…”
“Oh, I think I fucking did!”
“You moron” I chuckled and placed my head in his shoulder, sighing in relief because we were both okay and unharmed.
A jack lowden imagine? Can you try and make it a smut, if not just a regular imagine is fine! Thank you💕
I Need You (NSFW)Jack Lowden
Synopsis:
You’re friends with benfits but you’re both developing feelings.
Word Count:
994
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The hotel room in New York was dark. The curtains of the floor toceiling window where the bed was were open revealing the tops of theskyscrapers amongst the night sky and occasionally an airplane or helicopterwould fly by. You and Jack lay side by side in the luxurious king sized bed,sweaty and panting. You laughed lightly as you tried to catch your breath afterexperiencing the best orgasm you’d ever had.
“Was tha’ good, princess?” Jack asked, rolling the ‘r’ in‘princess’, making your insides squirm.
“Jack, you know it was.” He laughed and sat up, propping himself onhis elbow and looking down on your fucked out face.
“Yer so beautiful.” He whispered as his free hand came up to gentlypush your hair from your eyes. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then yournose, then you leant up to meet his lips in a sweet post-fuck kiss.
This would’ve been the part where you exchange ‘I love you’s, butyou and Jack weren’t in a relationship, you were merely fuck buddies. Youbecame close working together on Dunkirk, and as the only female cast memberyou were immediately drawn to anyone who would show you the slightest bit ofaffection. That was Jack. He always had his arm around you or was pressing akiss to your temple absentmindedly, but you both knew that a relationshipwouldn’t last. You were an established actress who lived her life in thespotlight. Jack wouldn’t be able to catch a break and the level of invasivenessthat he would experience from the media would be too much too soon.
The both of you had made a pact when you became friends withbenefits that there would be no feelings involved, however over the course ofthe press tour for Dunkirk, the two of you had started heavily relying on eachother to keep yourselves sane. You would long for 9 P.M. to roll around so thatyou could answer your hotel room door to Jack ready to ravish your body in theways he believed it should be.
And, as it would seem, you nearly cried each night after he left togo back to his room so that no one on the cast would suspect anything was goingon between the two of you. You sighed as you looked into Jack’s gorgeous eyes.
“Do you ever think that we should just stop doing this?” It brokeyour heart to ask the question but you needed to end things before youaccidentally blurted out that you loved him. You could tell that Jack was takenaback by your question, but he did expect it sooner or later. You could see himcreating an appropriate answer in his mind but you never would’ve dreamed ofhim saying what he did.
“I need ye, princess. If we stopped, I wouldn’ be able to survive.”Your eyes fluttered shut and your breathing became erratic.
“Sweetie…”
“No, Y/N. I need ye. I wan’ ye in every way ye’ll let me have ye. Ilove ye.”
This time you didn’t even think before answering.
“I love you too.”
“Let me show ye how much I need ye, gorgeous.”
All you could manage in your blissed out state was a slight nod ofthe head and a quick peck on Jack’s lips before he disappeared underneath thesheets. He kissed his way down your abdomen until he wrapped his lips aroundyour clit and sucked harshly.
“Fuck, Jack!” You moaned as you gripped his hair, pulling himcloser to your core. He lapped at your juices until you were all but screamingunder his touch. As his tongue plunged in and out of you, you sobbed his nameand praises until you hit breaking point when you came all over Jack’s mouth.When he emerged from under the covers, you could see that his face wasglistening with your juices and he kissed you until you were all the both ofyou could taste.
“I love ye.” He whispered before flipping you onto your stomach sothat your forehead was practically against the glass of the window looking outover all of New York City at night.
“Yer so gorgeous.” He marveled as his hands traced your curvesbefore cupping your ass and bending down to give each cheek a kiss. Hepositioned himself so that his front was against your back and lined himself upwith your entrance.
“I can’ live withou’ ye, me beautiful girl.” You whimpered as Jackpraised you, then moaned as he pushed himself inside you. His thrusts startedslow and deep, letting you feel what you did to him and how much he needs you.As he rocked back and forth, he was kissing your shoulders and neck sweetly,relishing in the blissful moans and groans that his actions were releasing fromyour mouth.
“Jack, I love you! Fuck, I love you so fucking much!” You cried outas his thrusts became quick, hitting the exact spot inside you every time.
“I know, princess, show meh wha’ ye’ve go’ fo’ meh. Come on, baby,let i’ all ou’.” Jack held you as your body convulsed with your orgasm,whispering sweet nothings and lightly kissing every inch of skin he could find.As the both of you came down from your high, Jack refused to let you go untilyour body had stopped trembling and your breathing had returned to normal.
A few minutes later, with Jack stroking up and down your arm gentlyand kissing your neck sweetly you finally spoke.
“No more hiding us from anyone, okay? I don’t care who knows, Ijust need you with me.”
“Princess, nothin’ would make meh happier than kissin’ ye in fron’of everyone on tha’ red carpet tomorrow.” You sighed contently as Jack held youeven tighter to his chest.
“Stay.” You managed to whisper before sleep overtook you.
Could you please do one where Jack finds out he's going to be a dad?! I can't get over thinking of him with a baby lol
We’re Gonna Be Parents?
Jack Lowden
Synopsis:
Jack finds out that you’re pregnant.
Word Count:
843
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You were young. Four years younger than Jack, in fact. You weren’tready to be a mother, were you? You still had so much living to do. You’d beenin the spotlight from such a young age that you can’t remember a time where youdidn’t feel scrutinized by the media and the public. A child! How was Jackgoing to react? You knew he loved you but sometimes you felt like he gotfrustrated with you being so young. He was ready to settle down and have a bigfamily, but you were only just getting started.
You would love this baby witheverything you had, but you didn’t know if Jack wanted to take this big step inyour relationship. 14 months as an official couple was nothing, and now youwere having a baby. Coming clean about it was the only way you were going tocalm yourself down, so you called Jack.
“Hey, baby.” You called cheerily into the phone from your LosAngeles home to his humble apartment in London.
“Sweetheart, I miss ye so much.” His groggy morning voicereplied.
“I know, baby, but I have a surprise for when you get here onSaturday!”
His face lit up at the mention of a surprise.
“Can I ‘ave a clue?”
“It’s small, but it’s a big deal.”
Jack spent the entire rest of the phone call trying to prymore information from you, but you wouldn’t budge, telling him he would findout when he arrived in America in a few days’ time.
Those three days were torture for you, because only you andyour dogs knew about the baby. When you received a text from Jack that he wasin an Uber on his way to your place, you began employing breathing techniquesto calm yourself down. You were waiting at the front gate when he arrived,pulling you into a bear hug that lifted you off the ground. Your four dogs wentcrazy, barking and growling at Jack until he put you down then snarling everytime he tried to come closer to you.
“Wha’s wrong, babies?” He cooed to the puppies who usuallyloved him.
“I guess they haven’t seen you in a while so they don’t recognizeyou.” You lied. The truth was, the dogs knew before you did that you werepregnant. They knew something was different with you and begun protecting youfrom any noise and following you around the house to make sure you didn’t getyourself hurt. As you and Jack made your way up to the house, dogs trailingslowly behind, Jack remembered his surprise.
“It’s inside, so hurry up.” You laughed as Jack ran ahead ofyou to reach the huge house quickly. After leading him to the luxurious loungeroom which overlooked the backyard and a complete view of LA, you sat him onthe couch and took his hands in yours. The dogs jumped up after you and sat asclose to you as possible, gently pawing at your flat stomach.
“It’s okay, babies, mummy’s okay.” You whispered as youpatted them and reassured them that you were okay. Jack was getting more and more confused as towhy the puppies were being so needy and protecting you so much. You looked himin the eyes and took a deep breath, preparing yourself to break the news.
“The puppies and I have something to tell you, baby.”
“Okay…” Jack trailed off, looking more confused than before.
“I’m pregnant, Jack.”
There was silence. You couldn’t bear to look at him for fearof seeing his disgusted face. You knew he didn’t want this with you and yourfoolish, romantic mind had convinced you that it was all going to be okay, whenin actual fact, you were going to have to raise this child on your own. All thesethoughts raced through your head as the silence stretched on longer and longer.
“Are ye serious?” Was there hopefulness in his voice? Youlooked up to see tears filling up Jack’s eyes and a grin threatening to breakout on his face. When you nodded gently he laughed in disbelief.
“We’re gonna be parents?”
“Yes…”
“Oh my God, princess. We’re gonna be parents!” He exclaimed causingyou to laugh in relief. He held you close to your chest and kissed your hairover and over again whispering how much he loved you.
“You’re gonna be tha mother of me children.” He said it indisbelief, as if he couldn’t quite register that this was real. He placed hislarge hand on your stomach and spoke to his child.
“’Ello, darling. I’m yer daddy, and I’m so excited to meetye. Yer incredible mummy is gonna grow ye inside her ‘cause she’s a goddesslike tha’, and then we get to meet ye.”
By now, tears were flowing freely down you cheeks as youpulled Jack closer to kiss him tenderly.
“Best surprise ever. I love you both.” Jack whispered,caressing your stomach.
You had begun working on Chris Nolan films as a child actor so you were now a part of his family. When he asked you if you wanted the role as the fiesty, strong-willed, only female character in his new thriller, Dunkirk, of course you had accepted immediately.
After working on location for three months you had come to know the child-like young men that were Tom Glynn-Carney, Fionn Whitehead, Barry Keoghan, Aneurin Barnard, Harry Styles and Jack Lowden. You and Jack had connected immediately after meeting, something your long-time friend and brother figure, Cillian Murphy, had been quick to spot.
You were walking from the trailers to set with the lads to shoot a scene on the Dawson’s boat. As you neared the end of the dock you pulled out your phone and brought up Snapchat before pointing the camera at Jack.
“Hey Jack!” you called. He turned around to face you, an adorable smile on his face.
“What’s up, princess?”
“The floor is lava...” Jack’s face fell as he realised he only had ten seconds to find a safe place to protect him from the lava. After a moments thought, he sprinted towards the boat you were about to start filming on and jumped onto the deck. However he missed and skidded straight over the other side of the boat, toppling into the freezing ocean.
The boys roared with laughter as you put the video on your story and helped Jack up onto the dock. He was pretending to be upset with you, but the ghost of a smile threatened to break through.
“You’re so naughty, princess.” He said as he quickly grabbed your waist and jumped back into the water with you in his arms.
Lucky you handed your phone off to a set assistant...
He’s scared to let the world know about you but he loves you so much he’s willing to do anything.
Word Count:
531
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You and Jack had decidedto keep your relationship a secret until you knew it was real, as you were anestablished actress and he was just starting out in Dunkirk. You knew that thismeant your relationship would be under intense media scrutiny, so you wanted toprotect Jack as much as possible.
You knew he was reluctantto be open about being with you as he didn’t think he was ready to receive allof the attention and privacy invasion, but he’d made the mistake of letting thepaparazzi see him entering your Hollywood home as if it were his; there wereimages of him typing in the gate code, greeting your big dogs as if they werehis own, collecting the mail which had been delivered. In less than ten minutes,the pictures were all over every news website and social media platformimaginable. Jack was pacing in your living room, pulling at his hair and breathingerratically.
“Babe, would it be sucha bad thing if we just came clean about us?” You asked tentatively from yourspot on the couch, curled up with your guard-like dogs. Jack stopped pacing andlooked at you incredulously.
“Ye! Ye, i’ would be abad thing, actually Y/N. I’ would mean I woul’ git zero privacy, tha media woul’watch every move I made and fer tha rest of me life I woul’ be followed allaroun’ the world. And all fer wha’?!” You were taken aback by his final commentand you fought to hold back tears.
“Oh, I dunno. Maybe, atthe end of the day you get to be with me? The woman you love? I guess all ofthose inconveniences would be worth it if you had my love? But no, I’m the inconvenience,I see that now, Jack. Once I’m out of the way you can go back to living yourcozy life. You’re a coward.”
Jack towered over you ashe walked to the couch.
“Wha’ did ye jus’ callme?”
“A coward, Jack. Youscared of what confirming our relationship might do to alter your life. Your scaredto have to commit long-term to me because the media and fans would come afteryou if you broke up with me so soon after we announced us. I love you, but ifthat’s not enough you should go.”
“Baby, I’m sorry.” Jacksighed, tapping one of the greyhound’s backs to get him to give him some spacenext to you. “Ye know I love ye an’ I now realize tha’ nothin’ could make mefeel differen’ly. No’ tha media, no’ anybody. Are ye okay?”
“Fine.”
“Are ye mad?”
“A little.” He testedyour boundaries, sliding his hands gently around your waist and pulling youonto his lap. You let him, as your resolve slowly melted and you snuggled intohis chest.
“I love ye, princess.”
“I love you too.” Hestroked your back for a few moments, lightly kissing your hair occasionally.
“Do ye wanna pos’ thapicture tha’ Harry took the other nigh’? Tha one of us kissin’ at tha club?”
“Are you sure?”
“Posi’ive, darlin’. Iwan’ everyone to know yer mine.”
