why don't we dirty imagines/ smuts

Jack ~ Looser takes all

Requested: yes. anon. "could you write some kinky Daddy!Jack Avery x reader smut"

Word count: tbd (to be determined)

Y/N's P.O.V

I turned to look at the clock, only to see i was late for my lunch date with Jack that was at 12. It was currently 12:05pm. I groaned as i jumped out of bed and threw on a pair of clean leggings and a random hoodie I found in my hamper of clean clothes. I slipped on the closest pair of shoes to me and grabbed my keys and phone. I headed to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before I left. As I drank my water I sent a text to Jack, which turned into quite the conversation.

to jack baby♡: shit i overslept. #sorrynotsorry im on my way tho.

from jack baby♡: of course you did baby but it's fine, it's only 5 mins lmao. all you do is sleep.

to jack baby♡: yea but by the time i get there it'll almost be 1pm. and hey, I do not just sleep. I play music very loudly and jam tf out in my beloved mustang bc im a dork with a sick ass car. also I can't forget that I have bomb ass sex with a constantly horny, curly haired fucker named Jack Bobby Avery.

from jack baby♡: so what, I'm still spending the entire day with you so who cares if you're almost an hour late. blame the traffic. and ya you're a dork but you're my dork tho. you know you love me more. das right you do baby. our sex is the best. let's test that theory later? ;)) jk I love you. also, im at chipotle now, IHOP was closed for maintenance. and p.s, totally not my fault that you are so damn fine that you make me pop a boner the minute you appear. and don't mock my hair.

to jack baby♡: I feel bad tho, so therefore im sorry and I love you. I'll make it up to you. but LMAO. dont push it. my car is my baby, and okay, i wanted chipotle anyway. but you're such a goon but you're my goon. and ps you know i love your hair and that I love you more than my car. and im totally down to test that theory. ;)) but im leaving now. see ya soon baby. ♡♡

I chuckled and turned off my phone as I headed out the door, making sure it was locked and left. Our conversations never failed to make me laugh. I took a look at my car and facepalmed. I muttered a quick goddammit as I remembered that my car was in need of a deep cleaning. I guess it really didn't help that i was doing donuts and drifting around the empty dirt bike track late last night when Jack and I couldn't sleep. I quickly pulled out of my driveway at 12:15, hoping there was no traffic. I was disappointed very quickly. I looked at the clock for the second time today, it was 12:30 pm and I was stuck in the lunch traffic. As I was stopped I called jack. "What's up baby?" he answered. "you're never gonna ask me to meet up with you again. The traffics fucking stupid." I groaned as I laid it on the horn, hoping the sunday driver ahead of me would speed up and thank god they did but I was still annoyed "Hurry up grandma! Some of us have places to be fuck!" I yelled as I rode the driver ahead of me's ass. I could hear Jack laughing. I finally spotted my destination at 12:45, after 20 minutes of traffic. I totally didn't have road rage.

"Shut up Jack! But I'm here." I yelled at my curly haired boyfriend. I hung up as I pulled into the Chipotle parking lot. I turned my car off and got out. I walked in, spotting Jack sitting by back of the restaurant. I sat down across from him with a huff of annoyance. "That bad huh?" he asked with a small smile as he slid over my usual order. "Thanks baby." I said, grateful for dating a boy who knew how to cheer me up.

We sat there eating and discussing the upcoming tour and if I had started packing to join them. Of course I hadn't started yet. After lunch we drove around L.A for a bit. I was lost in thought while sitting in shotgun when Jack placed his hand a little higher on my thigh than usual. I smirked as an idea popped into my head. "Jack baby?" I asked feigning innocence.