#imaginesogoc

Today has just not been my day. First of all Jack had just got back from being from promote his and Johnson's new album; so I wanted to spend the morning, at least, with him but no, I had to work. Work from 9am till 6pm. The first thing to go wrong was that I slept through my alarms. Thankfully, Jack's snoring woke me up and I realised that I had an hour and a half to get ready and get to work. So like I normally would, I hopped in the shower. It was freezing; there was no hot water. After my freezing shower, I finished getting ready and had something quick for breakfast then left for work. Throughout the day everything was just going wrong. The printer/photocopier wasn't working and there was no where to get a coffee and I didn't have time to go out and get one. Everything was so busy. When I finally thought I was finished for the day my boss asked if I could stay behind and print and photocopy everything that was needed earlier in the day as the printer/photocopier was now fixed. I did as asked as I was still in a trial period being new to the job. I looked at my phone on my way out from work and the time read 7:38pm. I sighed, fed up of the events that happened today, just wanting to be home already. The drive home was slow due to quite a bit of traffic. When I get home I take my shoes and jacket off, put my bag down and go straight to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and look up at the clock on the wall. 8:26pm. The house is too silent. Surely, Jack wouldn't be asleep this early. I walk up the stairs and into our bedroom. Jack is laying on the bed on his phone. I put the bottle of water down on the chest of draws and crawl onto the bed. I climb onto Jack, placing my head on his chest. "Hey baby girl" Jack said putting his phone down and wrapping his arms around me. "Hi" I replied. "What's up?" Jack questioned. "I just need a hug" Jack pulled me closer and asked "You have a bad day?" "Nothing went right today, I just wanted to spend today with you. I missed you." "I missed you too. You have tomorrow and the weekend off though right?" "Yeah and I can't wait to relax with you" We laid there for a little while and then ate some dinner and relaxed some more. Then we got ready for bed, got into bed and watched a couple of films before falling asleep. Now when I wake up I will be able to stay in bed with Jack.

"Y/N" Swazz draws my name out. "What?" I question. "Pleeaaasssee?" Swazz returns. "What?" I question once again. "Pleeaaasssee?" "Swazz, seriously what do you want?" I ask starting to become irritated. He has been calling my name for the past 10 minutes without telling me what he wants. Swazz turns his body to face me completely on the sofa. "A sandwich" He replies. "Go make one then" I simply answer no looking up from my phone. "No. I want one of your sandwiches" I scoff at what he is suggesting. "There is nothing special about my sandwiches. It's only because you don't want to make it yourself" "Exactly" I look at Swazz raising my eyebrows. "I mean your sandwiches are much better" "No, you mean you're a lazy shit who won’t make his own sandwiches" "Please? Pretty please?" Swazz says in his most childlike innocent voice that he can manage. "No" "Y/N please?" I smile; I know I will give in eventually. I just want to see how far Swazz will go for a sandwich. I can never say no to the boys. "Hmmm I don't think so" "Y/N! PLEASE!" I look Swazz straight in the face trying not to smile or laugh. "How about, no?" "Y/N" Swazz says my name firmly and stands up. Just when I think he is going to stop bugging me and make his own sandwich, Swazz pick me and carries me to the kitchen. "You're in the kitchen now. You might as well make me a sandwich" Swazz says with a smirk. "Will you make me a sandwich when I kindly ask you to make me one?" I question knowing the real answer would be like 80% chance a no. Swazz looks away from me and to the door. "Yeah sure whatever. Does that mean you're going to make me a sandwich?" "Fine" I reply laughing. "Y/N lets get a sandwich please" Nate says standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "And me" Hayes adds. "This is what happens when you're a lazy shit" I tell Swazz pointing at him and laughing. "What do you guys want?" I ask looking in the fridge.

"Are you certain that your parents want me to visit with you for two weeks?" You ask, completely nervous at the concept of staying under the same roof as Jack's parents. Jack looks over to you and nods his head smiling as he goes to the boot of the car to collect your bags. "Babe, it's going to be okay. They love you and if they didn't do you think they would invite you?" Jack says as he walks up beside you and takes your dainty hand in his. "You just need to relax, Y/N." He exclaims as he squeezes your hand. It's strange how a little gesture can get you to completely de-stress and melt into his warm and soft grip. "Okay. You're right, but I don't want to do something wrong." You admit with a timid laugh. Jack presses his soft lips to your temple as you walk up the driveway lifting the weight off of your shoulders. "Not going to happen. Since when have you ever said something wrong." Jack laughs. "Your the only one that I know that actually has a filter and watches what they say." He tries to reassure you. Jack lets go of your hand to open the front door. "Don't worry about a thing. They aren't even home right now." Following Jack inside you feel slightly better. You copy Jack and kick off your shoes and leave them neatly next to his. As you were taking off your jacket Jack moves behind you and helps. He is such a gentleman; it's unbelievable how sweet he can be. "Thankyou." You murmur as he hangs it up on the coatrack. Jack kisses you softly and suggests that you go upstairs and take a nap before his parents get home so that you aren't too tired to spend time with them. You have only met Jack's mother once and that went smoothly. Ever since you have spoken on the phone or via text. On the other hand, Jack's dad you have never met; you've only spoken once on the phone and that was to wish him a happy birthday a couple of months ago. Jack drops your bags on the floor and just drops onto his bed with you quickly following after shutting his bedroom door. You feel Jack's arms wrap around you and suddenly you are lying on top of him. Surprisingly this is extremely comfortable. You lay there in the same position for a few minutes before Jack reaches underneath you and manages to pull his shirt up and off without you falling off of him. You start to run your fingers over his muscles, noticing how sculpted each curve is. Sitting up, straddling his waist you lean down and leave a trail of wet kisses over his chest, goosebumps form over his skin. You move to leave kisses up his neck leaving Jack whimpering, then leaving kisses along his jawline and finally to his lips. "Princess, if you don't stop I'm gonna get a-" His words turn to moans and groans as you start moving your hips, grinding onto his jeans. Remembering you are under his parents roof and not knowing when they are going to be home, your eyes immediately widen. Cautiously you continue to grind against Jack, feeling his hardness press against you. You scatter a few hickeys across his collarbone and chest. After a few more minutes Jack stops you and flips the two of you over. Your back pressed against the soft mattress, your shirtless boyfriend hovering over you. Jack's nimble fingers bunch up your shirt as he pulls it off. Then he removes your shorts. Jack rids himself of the rest of his clothes until he is only in his boxers. Fiddling with the clasp of your bra only a moment before Jack has managed to take it off you with a smirk on his face. He takes no time in attacking your nipples, kissing and sucking as his hands squeeze your breasts or his fingers flick the erect nubs; turning you on even more. You grind up against him silently asking for more. The wet patch is prominent through the material of your panties, showing the need for him to be inside you. “If we do this, we gotta be quiet,” Jack murmurs against your neck, pulling down your panties and tossing them to the side. You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling his middle finger rubbing through your slit. “O-Okay,” You stutter, softly moaning and panting as his finger slid inside your entrance. Jack gently adds another finger and he scissors you open, his thumb slightly pressing against your aching clit. Jack kisses down your neck as the sounds of his hand’s movement fills his bedroom. As you arch your back, his fingers brush against the spot buried deep inside. Jack pulls his fingers away and you groan, needing to feel your high. "Just shhh..." Jack says as he strokes your thigh. "Turn on your front then you can tell me how good I make you feel." He explains. You follow his instructions. Jack removes his boxers and applies a condom to his leaking length. You feel Jack's chest press against your back as his hands softly massage your bum. A soft whine falls from your lips as he kneads it together. You can feel Jack's length against your thighs. He spreads apart your thighs and lines his pulsating length with your entrance. Before slipping inside, Jack links your hands together, interlocking your fingers in a comforting manner. Your mouth falls open and you bury your head in the sheets, as he begins to slide into your entrance. Other positions have felt amazing but this angle feels a lot deeper, Jack's cock hitting places that you've never experienced before. His chest rocks against your back, a small sheen of sweat on the both of you. Jack slowly picks up his pace, adding more and more strength as he rocks against your core. A loud moan escapes your mouth, Jack's idea didn't quite work like he hoped. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass with the added noise of your animated cries fill the room. Jack reaches his hand round you and covers your mouth, ceasing your cries and screams of his name. This is just making you skirt closer to the edge. “You close?” His hoarse voice asks, hand pulling away from your face as it traces down your body to your clit, rubbing harsh, small circles over the sensitive nub until you’re dangerously close to orgasm. Clenching around his length, your body shaking you nod. “Cum for me, baby.” Jack whispers in your ear. Your orgasm fired through you. Jack continued to thrust, coming a few moments later and spurting his load into the condom. His hips still rocking against yours, helping you to ride out your high as you writhe beneath him. Eventually, he pulls out and falls beside you. Both of your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. You flip onto your back and look at Jack. “I can’t believe we just had sex with the chance of your parents coming home and walking in on us." You breathe out, horror dipping into your voice. Jack chuckled, he bounced off of the bed to deal with the condom.

You woke up feeling shooting dagger pains through your right arm causing you to groan. Two days prior you had slipped down the stairs and landed on your right arm causing it to have two breaks; one in your wrist called the Scaphoid and one in your arm called the Radious. Now you had a cast and had to rely on others for some things; which you hated. You preferred to be independent. You tried to ignore the pain and go back to sleep but it was too strong so you decided on getting more pain killers to help. As soon as your boyfriend, Swazz, heard about your accident he was straight by your side. Swazz made sure that you had any help that you needed by making you stay at his with him and his roommates. As you made your way down the stairs you could hear Swazz talking with his roommates Nate and Hayes. Clutching your broken arm you walk into the kitchen completely ignoring Swazz, Nate and Hayes greeting you and asking you how you are. They just shrugged it off as you had been slightly out of it since you broke your arm due to the strong pain killers you were prescribed. Trying to open the cap to the bottle of pain killers was a struggle as you only had one hand. However, you kept trying but it got harder and harder the more you tried. "Fuck!" you loudly said. Swazz came into the kitchen and sees you struggling. "Y/N are you ok?" "It hurts." you reply as you look at Swazz standing in the door way to the kitchen. He sees the pain in your eyes and he walks over to you. Taking the bottle of pills out of your hands he kisses your forehead. Whilst stepping back Swazz opened the bottle and then put two pills in your good hand. Then he turned around to get a glass and moved to the sink to fill it with water. You take the water from him and take the pills hoping that they're going to work quickly. Swazz takes you back to bed and sits with you as you start to feel better and fall right back to sleep.

The sunlight shun through the curtain to your bedroom windows and woke you up. Your head was pounding from the drinks you had the night before. Laying there for a couple of minutes before remembering what happened last night; you didn't leave the party alone. Looking to your right you see Scott? You are 80% sure that was his name. Slipping out of the bed as quietly as you can you hear the front door open. Quickly, you slip on your underwear and the shirt that Scott was wearing. Walking down the stairs on your tip toes to prevent any noise you see someone at the bottom if the stairs. You see Nate. You have been friends with Nate for many years now. You were comfortable around one another and trusted him with everything that you had. You had a spare key to Nate's and he had a spare key to yours. Nate looks up when he goes to walk up the stairs. His mouth falls open. Nate has never seen you in your underwear. You quickly pull Scott's shirt around you to cover up; feeling embarrassed. "Nate? What are you doing here?" You question. "You said you were coming to the studio today. I thought I would pick you up and take you for breakfast before we go to the studio." Nate answers eyeing you up and down. Remembering the arrangements you two had made you turn to go back up the stairs to get ready. Then Nate asks, "Where are your clothes? And who's shirt is that?" "Urmm..." "That would be my shirt." Scott answers confidently, fully dressed apart from his shirt, leaning on the banister at the top of the stairs with a smirk on his face. You don't bother to answer Nate and continue up the stairs and hand Scott his shirt. "Thanks. And thanks for last night." Scott says to you as go to walk past him and into my room. "It was great but I will be leaving now." He awkwardly said. "Okay... Just let me grab something to cover up with and I will walk you out" This whole time Nate has not moved his eyes off of Scott. Scott waits whilst you put on a t-shirt and shorts. We walk down the stairs and you walk him to the door and say goodbye with Nate hot on your trail. "What the fuck Y/N?" "What?" "Since when do you go out and have random one night stands?" Nate laughs. You laugh along with Nate because it was very unexpected. "Can't we just pretend this never happened and go on with our day like we planned?" "Sure. Did he at least treat you good?" "Wha... To tell you that would be oversharing. I don't ask you about every girl you hook up with." You sassed back. "True. True." Nate replied. "Now hurry up and get ready or we won't be getting breakfast." You shower and get ready whilst Nate waits downstairs doing whatever. Once you are ready you both leave to get breakfast. You've just got in the car and Nate is already teasing you. This is going to be a long day.

Another night where I can't sleep. It's becoming a reoccurrence lately. The baby started kicking about 5 minutes ago and I don't think he is going to stop for a while. I lay there staring up at the ceiling and suddenly start to want something to eat but I can't figure out what. I look to my left and see Jack completely out of it; snoring. Ever so quietly I got out of bed and made my way out of the bedroom. Underneath my feet the stairs creaked. Surely that won't wake Jack up though. He's been working in the studio all day and when he came home he couldn't express enough about how exhausted he was. I make it to the kitchen. I start searching the fridge and the cupboards and still can't figure out what I want to eat. Then I see it. I see the jar just sitting there, sitting there at the back of the cupboard. "Pickles.", I whispered. "Damn I want those pickles!" I exclaimed quietly. I reached up, moving the other items out of the way to reach the pickles. Once I have them I sit myself on top of the island in the middle of the kitchen. I open the jar and help myself. On my third pickle I hear Jack say in his calming and hoarse voice "Did you think I wouldn't notice you getting out of bed?" "Uhh...Kind of" "It's quarter past two in the morning, babe." "And?" "And at that time everything is louder. So did you think that I wouldn't notice you sneaking down stairs? Or even that the bed was empty next to me?" I shrug my shoulders and say. "I was hungry." "Hungry for..." Picks up the jar of pickles. "Hungry for pickles?" "Actually I'm eating the pickles so I can have the pickle juice." I say with a smile whilst maintaining eye contact with Jack. He starts laughing. "Pickle juice?" I start laughing along with him. "Really? You were craving pickle juice? Our baby was making you crave pickle juice?" "I can't help what I crave." I say laughing. "Or when I crave it." "You have done some really strange things, scratch that eaten some strange things since you've been pregnant." I just shrug my shoulders. "Oh well." "Are you gonna share?" Jack asks. "You eat the pickles so I can have the juice left in the jar?" I question. "Deal. Gotta give my momma bear what she wants." Jack replies with a little laugh on the end. Jack and I stayed up for a couple of hours talking about anything and everything until we decided it really was time to get some sleep.

"Just leave me alone, Nate! I have nothing left to say." I slam the door behind me after entering our room. I fling my purse onto the chair in the corner of the room; kick my shoes off and sit on the bed and sigh. Whilst this is happening Nate is furiously pounding against the door. His voice demanding that I let him in. "Y/N, please just open the door." Nate sighs. "No. Please just leave me be. I need some space." I replied. The more he pesters me the more he is pissing me off. The night went from bad to worse with every minute that went by. The second Nate and I stepped into the club, Nate wasn't focused on me, but a stunning girl across the floor. Her long slender and toned legs complemented her long blonde hair that fell half way down her back. Just looking at her felt like I was being completely mocked. This girls presence tortured me the entire night. It wasn't until we got into the car that I just snapped at Nate. We were screaming and cursing at one another. "Open this fucking door, or I'm going to break it down." I rolled my eyes at Nate's threat and started to undo the zipper on the back of my dress, but I'm stopped in my tracks when the bedroom door bursts open. I take a few steps back almost terrified and outrages at his actions. His eyes find mine and he walks towards me, grabbing my arms tightly. "You aren't going to get away with treating me like this, Y/N." "Just watch me." I hiss back. I don't let down my guard as I see the fire behind Nate's eyes. I look at Nate from head to toe, trying my best at trying to not give in at how good he looks right now. I bite my lip as I start to stare back into Nate's eyes with the fire blaring behind them. I try to say something; something that will piss him off, but he interrupts me by and erupt kiss. The taste of Hennessey enters my mouth and it's intoxicating. Nate roughly grabs my ass as he devours my lips. I let out a moan and Nate takes this to his advantage as he enters his tongue inside of my mouth. Suddenly, my head is pulled back as Nate's hand has found my hair. My knees go weak. I grab onto Nate's shirt. His chest tenses underneath my touch. He pushes us hard, slamming my back against the nearest wall. There is no pain though, I am just extremely turned on right now. Nate slowly pulls away from my lips and starts to reach for my neck. I gasp when his lips make contact with the smooth skin of my neck. "You like it rough, lil mama?" A tiny moan escapes me and I hear him chuckle. Sloppy wet kisses are being placed down my neck with the occasional nip hear and there with his teeth. Nate's hand wonder to my hips and he grips hard and pulls us closer together. "I can give it to you rough." Once again I groan. I have no idea how someone can manage to get me so angry to extremely turned on this quickly. As much as I hate to say it but I am desperate for his touch. I start to tug on Nate's shirt. Hand snake around to my back and the job I started earlier is being finished. The zip on my dress is being pulled down and my dress just falls to the floor; pooling around my feet. Only second later, and my bra has been removed and tossed to the floor. Nate's hands are gripping at my breasts; massaging them. It feels so good that I start to arch my back; pushing my breasts further into Nate's hands. My hands are at the waistband if Nate's jeans, I dig my hand inside, I grasp his bulge through the thin fabric of his boxers. A hiss leaves Nate and I smirk as we make eye contact. The fire has grown in the back of his eyes and also filled with lust. I can feel myself growing wetter. I'm aching for him. "Take these off," I pull on the button of his jeans. "Now". I rip Nate's jeans down to his feet. My hand have found his dick again, starting to palm him through his boxers. Groans leave Nate's lips and he starts to pull my hair again. Our lips are lingering closer together. His hands hook onto my thong and starts to pull them down far enough so that they will just fall to my ankles. I step out of the thong and kick them to the side. Nate's hand start to linger towards where I need him most. His fingers move into my folds and I let out a loud moan from deep within my throat. Once again Nate chuckles and then kisses me so lightly, it's barely a kiss at all. "You're ready, aren't you Y/N?" I can't seem to form words; all that leaves my mouth is another moan. Nate grips underneath my knees and he pulls them up, wrapping them around his waist. Instinctively, my arms wrap around his neck trying to hold myself up as much as possible. I reach down and we kiss deeply, our tongues dancing. My nails dig into Nate's back as I gasp loudly; Nate had just suddenly thrust inside me. Nate continues to thrust, sending jolts of electricity throughout my body. I throw my head back as Nate pulls in and out, rocking our bodies against the wall. All that can be heard now is skin slapping skin and moans throughout the room. His hand slaps my ass, I moan even louder, I can even feel myself starting to climax. Nate's heavy breathing and moans in my ear are making me moan even more. I don't know how Nate hasn't dropped me, I know I am no longer holding my own weight. Nate slows down a little. "I told you I'd give it you rough." I whine as Nate slams into me once again and picks up his pace. I'm starting to see stars behind my closed eyelids as ecstasy is ripping through every fibre of my being. "Fuck. Oh god... I'm gonna ---" I can't finish my sentence. My orgasm rips through me. Nate continues to slam into me until he reaches his too. I tremble again the wall as we both come down from our high. We slowly slide down the wall until we reach the soft carpet beneath us. Nate's lips connect with mine and we kiss slowly and sloppily, too worn out and tired to make any real effort. "Baby, I'm sorry." Nate whispers against my lips. I look into his eyes and smile. "Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter any more." I place a soft kiss to his lips. "I enjoy the make up sex anyway". A smirk plastered on my face.