ғɪғᴛʏ ᴡᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ (ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ)

22. 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 (ᴊ.ᴋ)

Good Morning Kisses

(Jack and Reader are both of age in this cus implied sexy times but only if you squint...)

The sun shone gently through the slightly parted drapes. It cast a golden light through the room, little speckles of dust floating through the still air. You rubbed your eyes sleepily, adjusting to the light of your room. Your eyes darted around your bedroom, seeing the trail of clothes that had been carelessly discarded across the rug. You smiled to yourself at the mess before rolling over. Jack's arm was draped around your waist, so you made sure not to wake him. You knew he was a light sleeper. Once you had successfully turned around to face Jack without waking him; you sighed lovingly. The sunlight hit his face in all the right places, creating a sort of halo effect. (cliché ik) His eyes were closed lightly, and his lashes fluttered across his face. His lips were parted, breathing softly, causing his bare chest to rise and fall. His body was immaculate, he didn't believe that, but you made sure he understood how perfect he was. You sighed again, drinking in his features. He was an angel. You were fighting an incredibly strong urge to kiss him, but you didn't, knowing that he needed the sleep and yesterday was a tough day. So, you lay on your back and stared at the ceiling, just thinking how lucky you were to have someone like Jack in your life.

You didn't remember how long you'd been laying awake, you assumed it wasn't long though. Jack began to stir. You felt a sense of relief, realising he was awake, and you didn't have to stare at your disgusting ceiling any longer. You rolled back onto your side, looking at Jack once again. He was blinking himself awake delicately. You placed your hand to the side of his face affectionately. He looked up at you from under his lashes and smirked sleepily.

"Morning beautiful" he whispered, his voice husky from the lack of use overnight. You giggled knowing full well you didn't look the most presentable in the mornings. You rubbed circles on his cheekbones as he ran his hand up the side of your body. You shivered and he pulled you into his body. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you lent on his shoulder.

"How'd you sleep?" you asked, your breath fanning across his bare skin

"Good" he replied his voice still gruff. He looked down at you and you looked up at him, eyes meeting. He pushed his lips against yours, quickly. You placed your hand on his chest, pushing him away playfully.

"I haven't even cleaned my teeth" you laughed.

"Oh well"

(A/N: I really like this chapter omg, its very cliche and basic but domestic Jack has my heart. Thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed it. Please stay safe and ily)