𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮 | 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨

[𝟳𝟬𝟵 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀] 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗴, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 - 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽-𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴(?)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Most people dream when sleeping.

Some even have nightmares.

Jack? No...no...he fucks in his sleep.

Ever since you moved in together into a new apartment, and shared the same bed every night, like clockwork, Jack would start to stir and press his semi-hard length into your sleeping body.

You, of course, wake up because you're used to it by now. And usually you wouldn't mind, but he had invited you to join him and his family to spend the summer at the lake house.

Who were you to say no?

You and his brothers were simply separated by thin walls that didn't keep in any sounds. One day, you had heard Quinn and Luke arguing in Quinn's bedroom, and you could make out every word that was said.

But Jack? He wasn't affected by the change in circumstances. No, he, yet again, subconsciously pulled you into his warm embrace and rutted his dick into your ass.

His hot breath was heavy on the back of your neck as he held you from behind. Hands started to wander underneath your shirt - his shirt - until he felt the swell of your breasts.

You could feel his cock slightly twitch from under his shorts. His hand eventually made its way lower...and lower until he reached the hem of your panties.

Ditching your underwear, at least for sleeping, sounded like a great idea from now on. From how often he does this, they're just an obstacle.

You bit down on your lip and he shoved your panties to the side and started to rub on your clit. Without warning, Jack slipped a finger into your wet cunt and you lightly gasped. He smirked, and you could somehow feel it.

You weren't even sure if he was still asleep or awake at this point. His finger curled and he added another finger. It felt too good to stop, but you knew that if he continued, you'd end up caught and the relentless teasing would ensue.

As one hand fondled your breasts, the other one was occupied with your pussy.

"Shhhh," he whispered. He had to have been awake by now. You tried to wiggle away, but with how strong he was, you only managed to somehow get his fingers even deeper.

Jack rutted his hips against your ass yet again, and you could feel him thrusting into you. "Fuck," he lowly whispered.

"Jack," you whispered out, but he ignored you. Repeating his name again, which seemed to turn him on even more, had him trying to get his boxers off. Once they were on the floor, Jack gently pulled his fingers out of you, and used your arousal as lube.

You gasped when you felt the head of his cock line up with your entrance. As he stretched you out, you whimpered and covered your slack mouth with your hand. He just felt so good.

"Shh baby, this house has thin walls. You gotta be quiet," he purred out. His lips were sloppily kissing your neck and cheek while lazily thrusting into you.

He kept hitting the right spot every time. You knew he was awake.

"You need to keep quiet," he moaned. His fingers left your breasts and dropped down to circle your tight bundle of nerves.

"Fuck, Jack. Feels so good," you mewled out, blubbering about how he felt so good and don't stop.

He could feel your climax approaching rapidly, and his thrusts suddenly started to get more of a reaction out of you.

You bowed your head down and started to let out a moan, but Jack covered your mouth with his extra hand and muffled your noises.

"You wanna come?" Nod. "Come with me, baby. Come on my cock like the good girl you are." And with that, you clenched around his cock. He followed shortly after, emptying himself before slowly pulling out.

You turned to face him, and his eyes were droopy with a lazy, fucked out smile on his lips. Pecking his lips, you embraced him and he wrapped his arms around your back, nestling his head into your neck.

Your eyes caught the time. 2:48. Rolling your eyes, you smiled softly and went back to sleep.

(No one caught you two, you naughty little horndogs.)