Jack Gilinsky Smut- High
THIS CONTAINS SMUT, So if thats not your thing, you probably shouldn’t read this… :)
I slowly shifted on my side of the bed as I heard Jack walk through the doorway. He was high. I could smell it. Jack had been out all night with some of his old friends from Omaha and he was just now getting home. I glanced over at my clock. It was 3:27. I quickly shut my eyes as I listened to Jack quietly remove his clothes and throw his shoes onto the floor. He sat on the side of the bed, plugged his phone in and laid down. He sighed and pulled the cover over top of his body. I didn’t dare move. I could feel his body heat radiating from under the duvet. He wrapped his arm securely around my waist and whispered, “Hey Y/N, you awake?” I stayed quiet for a few seconds until I finally responded.
“Yeah, Jack, I am now.” I slowly shifted myself so that we were facing each other. His hand still prominently on my hip. He looked at me.
“Hi.” He spoke.
“Hey.” I giggled. He leaned towards me and moved his hand onto my cheek. He slowly brushed his lips against mine and I could smell the smoke on his lips. “You’re high.” I whispered. He slowly moved away.
“Yeah, and?” He breathed out.
“Jack, I don’t wanna have sex with you when you’re the only one who is high.” I was being a bitch. I knew that. Jack shifted himself so that he was on his back. I looked at his bare stomach as it slowly moved up and down. He just laid there. He didn’t speak. I examined his face. It was absent of emotion. Like he’d known he had done something wrong, or was it because he was sad? I couldn’t tell. I wanted him. I wanted his love, I wanted his kiss. I wanted to feel the way his body moved on top of me as I writhed beneath him. I don’t know why I didn’t like to fuck when only Jack was high. I guess I felt as if it didn’t mean as much to him as it did to me. I knew Jack loved me, I knew that, but sometimes I couldn’t pinpoint why. I decided to make a decision. I slowly got up and walked over to the foot of the bed and knelt down. Jacks hoodie lay strewn on the ground. I slowly sifted through the pockets as I felt for a small bag and a lighter and pulled it out. I made my way back to the bed as I went through the bag and pulled out a small joint and lit it. Jack just looked at me.
“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing? It’s almost 4 AM!” Jack questioned. I took a hit and let out a small cough. I felt the tension inside of my head slowly drift away as I passed Jack the blunt. He took a hit and laid it on the bedside table. “You’re crazy, you know that?” I smiled at him and took his face in my hands and pressed my lips to his. He slowly laid my head on the pillow as his hands explored my body. I wanted him. Bad.
“Stop fucking playing around, Jack.” I stated. I slowly removed my tank top as Jack pulled his boxers down. His hands grabbed my hips as he slowly grinded on top of me. I let out a few raspy moans as I could feel the high start to envelop my body. Jack slowly pulled down the fabric that separated us as he aligned himself at my entrance. He slowly pushed inward. He grabbed onto my shoulder as I grasped for anything I could hold onto, which, at this point was a loose sheet. He started to move his hips faster as I let out moans. Jack muttered a series of explitives across his beautifully sculptured lips. Jack slowly leaned over top of me as I grabbed onto his back and moaned his name into his shoulder. He loved that.
“Fu-uck.” Jack breathed out. He continued to breathe harder and I flipped him onto his back so that I was on top. I slowly repositioned him at my entrance as I moved my body downward. I grabbed onto his chest. I threw my head back as he spoke. “Look at me, Y/N. I wanna see your face when you come.” I did as I was told. As I moved up and down on top of him I bent down and grabbed his face with my hands and kissed him. I whispered a soft ‘I love you’ across his lips as we rode out our highs together. I removed myself from the top of him as I laid back down on the bed. All I could hear is the sound of our hard breathing going in and out. I laid my head on his shoulder and wrapped my arm around his waist.
“I love you.” I whispered.
“I love you, too.” Jack raspily spoke. He took his hand and moved the top of my head closer to his as he placed a small kiss on my forehead. I laid there for a while and took in the quiet. Outside, I could hear a car pass the apartment and inside, I could hear the sound of the refrigerator whir on. I could feel Jacks chest move up and down as he drifted to sleep. The last thing I remember was seeing the burning blunt laying on the plate that lay next to our bed, and before I knew it, I was asleep, too.
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