Jack Barakat Imagines

Birthday Showers

Hi! its my bday today! I was wondering if you could do a Jack B imagine where you highschoolers and its your birthday and he sneaks out to come see you since he's grounded and you guys have shower sex as a birthday present?? I love your blog!!! 

AN so this one has been asked about a lot, and it's finally here! I'm so happy actually. I'm gonna answer all those asks I have saved up before I post this, and stuff. I know you guys are all like WHERE'S THE SHIPS and they're on their way, it's just my computer's an asshole, and it's really hard to update now, especially since everything takes so fucking long. But this one was really craved for, and I'm finally writing it, so here it goes. Hope you guys enjoy it (ps I'm supposed to be getting up at four in the morning for black friday but I'm writing instead whoops) Also I'm v v sorry as to how long you've had to wait for this friend. HAPPY VERY VERY BELATED BIRTHDAY

Warning: smut

Jack's POV

"Jack Bassam Barakat, you're not going anywhere today," my mom's voice was stern, unwavering. "You're grounded for a month."

"But mom!" She wasn't having any of it. I had to try, though. I had to try for her. "Mom, it's Y/N's birthday! It's important! Just this once, mom, please?"

"You should have thought about that before you decided to go smoke weed with your friend Zack."

"Mom!"

"I'm not having any of it, Jack. You will not go see Y/N, no matter how much you want to."

She walked away and I was left to my suffering. She couldn't tell me what to do. I couldn't let this get to me. She took away my phone, my computer, everything. I couldn't even tell her happy birthday. I couldn't be the first one to tell her. This was absolutely terrible. There was only one thing I could do.

I went up to my room and waited for my mom to fall asleep. It took awhile, she might have been waiting for me first. She came in and checked on me, and I pretended to be asleep. Once I knew she was gone, I escaped the through the window. My room was on the second floor, but I was tall enough so that it didn't matter. I made my way to her house.

I didn't know exactly what to call her. We fooled around a lot, not anything more than third base, I suppose, but there wasn't a label. There never was a label with me. But ever since this girl, I've increasingly wondered if she wanted a label. Did I? I mean, we haven't fucked yet, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't want to. Just because we haven't fucked doesn't mean that I don't care for her. Do I?

Before I knew it, I was at her house. Should I just walk through the front door. It's the midnight of her birthday, she wouldn't be expecting me, but she's up. She's always up. I walked over to her window and saw her light on. Most likely she's listening to some music, louder than she needs to. I picked up a couple of small pebbles and gathered them in my hand.

I threw one at her window, nothing. I threw another. I stood there for five minutes until she finally poked her head out. "How long have you been standing there?" she laughed.

"Happy birthday!" I called up to her.

"Jack! Sh! My parents are asleep!" The side of her eyes crinkled up as she smiled, and that is by far my favorite of her expressions. She's always made me feel so happy. Just with her smile.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!" I called up again. She laughed and just left her window open. I climbed up to her room, I've done it before, and climbed in through her window. "Happy birthday, Y/N," I smiled, pulling her into a hug.

"Now, I know you didn't come all the way here in the dead of night just to wish me happy birthday, you could've texted me." she laughed as she hugged me back. I kept her in my arms just to be sure.