Jack Barakat Imagines

The FWB Game

blurb about riding jacks thigh? idk thats super weird if you don't wanna write it lol

AN Okay, I don't know what the anon meant by riding his thigh, and they have not got back to me to reiterate, so I'm just gonna go with what I think they meant. Conversation is between you and Jack and such. Sorry I didn't write yesterday, guys. I was tired as hell. I won't write tomorrow cuz I'm spending the night at a friend's. Also I'm going camping this upcoming weekend, so I won't be able to write then. Unless I write from my phone, and I have cell service. Which I doubt, but one can try, right? Thank you so much for all your support, and if you want to see where your imagine stands right now in regards to where it is, I made a link (computer - on Tumblr) of all the requests that I have got. So we should be good there. Thank you so much for everything guys, I hope you enjoy it xx

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.