Imagines

Christmas Jack Imagine

You and Jack moved in together in September, and were excited for your first Christmas together. You were spending Christmas Eve together, and then going to the Barakats' for Christmas lunch.

"Jack, I'm so excited to meet May!!" You squeal as he looks through boxes by the TV. You two had unpacked the bedroom, bathroom, and half of the kitchen, but have yet to unpack the lounge, the office, and the dining room.

"I can't believe you've never met her,"

"I know," you laugh. You and Jack have beed dating for a little over a year, but every time May was home, you were away.

"Well she's gonna love you," he promises.

"I hope," you say as you get up to get some snacks. You return to the lounge where you plop onto the couch and Jack flips on the TV. You two watch Christmas movies until around 9, when you turn it off.

"What was that for?" a half asleep Jack asks.

"C'mon! Let's get some dinner and listen to some Christmas jams,"

"What are we, Jews?" he laughs, stretching.

"That's Chinese and a movie, you racist shit," you retort, tossing a cushion at him.

"Sorry babe," he says, wrapping his arms around you from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder. You turn and kiss his cheek, and turn on the oven and toss some pre-made food in. You tell Jack to start the salad, he groans and obliges. You jog up the stairs and make sure your present had not been compromised. It hadn't, so you change into sweats and a t shirt and walk back downstairs.

"Why the fuck do you look hot in sweats? I don't get it," he says, kissing your cheek.

"Aww Jacky Poo," you blush.

"IT'S HOT AS BALLS," Jack announces, taking his shirt off.

"Why don't you ever wear a shirt?" you laugh, rolling your eyes.

"You know you like it," he says, rubbing his belly.

"Whatever," you say, taking the food out of the oven. You put it on the table and you and Jack eat with Christmas music playing through the stereo. Cold December Night by Michael Bublé comes on, and Jack starts singing along. You just stand there and absorb his voice. It's mesmerizing. He knows it drives you crazy, and he uses that to his disposal.

"You're turned on right now, aren't you?" he smirks.

"You know what your voice does to me," you smile, resting your arms on his bare shoulders.

"Hmm, maybe we should have some CHRISTMAS SEX!" he shouts.

"If you stop screaming, maybe we should," you smile, giving him a kiss on the neck.

"Let me put away the food, and we can get on Santa's naughty list," he says, a glimmer in his eye.

"What a good little elf," you laugh as he takes care of your dinner. You two head upstairs and do the sex.

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The next morning, you awaken to hear Jack singing in the shower. You turn over and check your phone. After like 5 minutes, he gets out of the shower and you get up to get dressed. You grab the presents and load them into the car before starting on pancakes. Jack had beaten you to it, and was also dressed in a crisp dress shirt and black suit pants.

"Y/N you look-" he stopped talking because he was at a loss for words for once.

"You look very handsome, Jack," you smile, kissing his cheek.

"Are you making us pancakes?" You ask, peering over his shoulder.

"FUCK!" he shouts. He turns to the pancakes which were a crisp black.

"Let's say we go get some IHOP?" he asks. You laugh and nod. He opens the door for you and you two drive to breakfast, then the Barakats'.

You all enjoy a wonderful dinner and exchange gifts. When you get home, Jack is acting weirder than usual.

"Jack.." you turn to ask him what's going on...

"Hey, wanna marry me?" he asks, turning bright pink and getting on his knee.

"FUCK YEAH!!" you scream, tears rolling down your cheeks.