Jack Dawkins One Shots

Little Lamb P2

Jack worked for a while longer still unable to not think about her, he headed up to his room once the work was done but...

Jack paused for a second in front of Y/n's door, knowing full well she was on the other side. Part of him wanted to burst through the door right then and there, but he went into his own room, shutting the door behind him with a sigh. He stripped down to his underclothes and went to sit on the edge of the bed, he had some water before laying down in his single bed staring at the ceiling for a while his hand behind his head on his pillow, trying to fight with himself to think about sleep and nothing else...

But he soon found himself picturing the sight of her, biting his lip, his underwear tight, his hand squeezing almost groping his pillow, unable to remove the image of her from his mind, or the thought that...

Y/n and Jack's rooms share a wall, meaning as he lays in his bed... Y/n is just the other side of the wall, blissfully sleeping in her own bed. His bed pressed up against the wall so even his hand can touch the thin wooden wall that separated them.

Jack's mind continued to race as his thoughts slowly began to wander. Just on the other side of the wall, Y/n was peacefully asleep. Jack thought about the fact that there was literally just a wall between the two of them, that wall being the only thing blocking him from her. His thoughts became more and more intense, the images in his head only getting more and more... graphic.

He tried to fight his thoughts, tried to fight the desire to give in to his inner needs, but deep down he knew he couldn't do it. He tried to stop himself, but it was like his body had a mind of his own. Jack slowly sat up on his knees, staring at the wall, knowing she was just on the other side. After a painfully long battle with temptation, Jack finally gave in, his body moving without his mind's permission, his eyes still fixated on the wall. With every second that passed his desire for the nurse on the other side of the wall just grew more and more. His mind was a mess, with only one thought in particular repeating itself over and over again-

He wanted Y/n, and he wanted her now.

He moved closer to the wall, slowly placing his hand on it, imagining that it was her body under his hand, not a cold, rigid wall. He closed his eyes and gently leaned his face up against the cold hard surface, desperately wanting to feel her, to be with her. To have her body against his own, her skin on his skin.

And as he leans his face against the wooden wall, he can hear... Breathing, shifting, bedsprings popping, he had never seen inside her room but he suddenly realised.

His bed was pressed against the wall the whole side of it against it... And so was hers. This means just this thin wooden wall separated their beds, separated them from effectively sharing a bed,

He placed his other hand on the wall, imagining Y/n on the other side, so close but so far away. So goddamn close yet so goddamn far.

His body was begging him to give in, to go through that wall and be with her. He slowly pressed himself against the wall, imagining that there was actually no wall and her body was against his. He wanted her, he wanted to be with her, he wanted to hold her, be intimate with her His entire body was burning with desire for her.

he already knew how stiff and uncomfortable his underwear had become, just how hard he was getting, but he felt a jolt as while listening he heard a sleepy little sound...

"Jack..." Y/ns talking in her sleep,

Jack felt himself let out a deep, shaky breath as he heard her say his name. His entire body froze for a second, his heart racing, hearing her say his name in her sleep.

She was dreaming about him. Y/n was dreaming about him in her sleep.

He wanted to hear her moan his name again, he wanted to hear her speak, yell, beg and even scream his name-