j a c k:
-wouldn't be shy about it
-your fingers get tangled in his hair
-peck your lips over and over again afterward
-a little nervous but wouldn't show it
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Music was playing through the speakers in your house. you grabbed a hairbrush and started singing into it like it was a microphone. you were dancing crazily with jack, who was your ???. you didn't really know what he was to you. you too flirted with each other but neither of you ever made a move.
you got up on the island in your kitchen and whipped your hair around. jack came up to join you and he played the air guitar while you played air drums. he spun you around and dipped you the song ended and he pressed his lips to yours. he pulled you upright continued to kiss you softly. your fingers found themselves in his hair and soon you couldn't remove them.
"jack," you mumbled against his lips. he pulled away, "my fingers are stuck in your hair."
you two started laughing and he helped you get them out of his hair.
"your hair is really soft," you giggled.
"your giggle is so cute," he pecked your lips and then kissed all over his face making you giggle more,
"you," he pecked your lips, "are," he pecked them again, "so," again, "cute." he then kissed you passionately again.
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Why Don't We Imagines (COMPLETED)
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