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[𝟭,𝟳𝟯𝟲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀] 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸; 𝘆/𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝘀

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Rapid knocks echoed throughout your apartment, and you groaned. You hear voices from beyond your apartment door, and could distinctly hear Nico and Luke talking to each other, or someone else. After getting up off of the couch and unlocking the door, you were faced with quite a sight.

An arm on each of Nico and Luke's shoulders, and a very, very drunk Jack in between them. You sighed a deep breath and pursed your lips, seeing Jack's face light up at the sight of yours. He leaned forward and before he could faceplant, you placed your hands on his waist to steady him.

"I'm so so sorry Y/N," Luke rushed out, running a hand through his unruly curls. You felt Jack nuzzle into the crook of your neck and sigh. "I didn't think he'd get this drunk, I swear. And he was begging to see you..." He trailed off.

"It's fine, Luke, I swear," You breathe out, still holding onto a wobbly, and probably dizzy, Jack. "He can stay the night, not a problem. I'll see you guys later? It was nice to see you, both of you!"

Nico nodded with a slight smile. "We'll see him at practice tomorrow. Thank you, Y/N, you're a lifesaver. And, sorry again."

You wave your hand in a no problem way and send a smile their way. Once Jack is through the threshold of your apartment, the guys wave goodnight and close the door for you.

"Hiiiiii Y/N," Jack says through a dopey smile. You can't help but send a grin his way. Yes, he woke you up from almost falling asleep, but it's worth it.

"Hey, babe," You smiled, walking backwards to lay him on the couch. "Did you have fun?" You asked, and he nodded sleepily.
As he dramatically laid down, you brushed yourself off and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and two ibuprofen.

You place the glass and pills on the coffee table in front of him, and he grabs your wrist, pulling you down to him. His face lit up again at the sight of you and Jack giggled.

You can feel his breath against your cheek and can smell the alcohol radiating from him. He was warm and pliant, and his lips were so, so soft. Jack wrapped his arms around you, and you moved closer to him. Your hand found its way to his jaw, and your thumb was caressing his skin.

Jack broke the kiss and sighed against your lips, and you felt him pull you impossibly closer. Your body was pressed up against his, and you felt him wrap his legs around you.

His eyes were closed, and his nose was touching yours. His lips were still touching yours and you couldn't help but lean forward again, kissing him and smiling against his lips.

You were straddling his lap, and one of your hands was on the arm of the couch, steadying you. The other was resting at the nape of his neck, playing with his hair, and his grip on your waist tightened.

His lips were moving against yours, and his tongue darted out. You smiled, opening your mouth slightly, and let him explore your mouth. You felt his fingers play with the hem of your shirt, and you moved even closer, feeling his hard-on against your thigh.