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You couldn't help but notice Jack's incessant tapping when traveling back to his house. He stole a few glances over at you when he thought you weren't looking, bit his lip when he looked at the little marks he left on your neck...if you didn't feel so awkward in that moment, you probably would've teased him by telling him to pay attention to the road. But alas, you decided that the teasing could wait until some other time, so you remained quiet.
You felt a slight sense of relief when you pulled into the driveway of what you could only assume was his house. It was anything but fancy, but you could just tell that it was his. It just had that vibe to it; it radiated warmth and kindness, something that could catch anyone's attention in the best way possible despite how it looked. You couldn't help but crack a small smile at the sight of it.
He grabbed your backpack for you, running up the steps and bringing it inside. You shut the door behind you, taking off your shoes and your jacket. When you turned around to go find Jack, he was there, pinning you against the door with his arms at your waist.
"So what is it you want to talk about?" he asked seductively. He knew what he was doing, and you practically melted under the firm touch of his hands.
"I, uh...Christ, Jack..." You were stuttering hopelessly, the gorgeous man in front of you turning you on to the fullest extent. He chuckled at your stuttering, bringing his lips close to your ear.
"Us being together; does it seem wrong to you?" His hands played with the hem of your shirt, his cold fingers causing goosebumps to spread across your body.
"No," you said confidently. You knew where you stood, and there was nothing pushing you down. "But if we're going to be together, we gotta keep it on the down-low. I don't want you being arrested for having a relationship with a student." He looked at you with a wide smile, his eyes staring straight into yours. It was like looking into dark pools of water. They were beautiful, the color of the sky at twilight.
"Hell, I don't care if we do get caught. I've been falling for you since the first day I met you. You're just so beautiful, so intelligent and wonderful. I honestly wouldn't regret it if we did end up getting caught. I've been waiting to be with you for so long. It'd be so worth it." You blushed at his kind words, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering. He said he was falling for you, and that was enough for you. "Now, where do you want to go from here?" You smirked.
You connected your lips to his slowly, savoring the feeling of his lips against yours. It was a magnificent feeling, the warmth and softness of them bringing a smile to your face. Your arms snaked around his neck, your fingers running through his hair. He smiled into the kiss, his hands finding their way underneath your shirt. He held your hips, his firm, cold grip causing you to shudder. He pulled away, grabbing your hand and running up the steps. He pulled you into a room, what you could only assume was his bedroom, and shut the door. He kissed you again, moving you towards the bed and laying you down on it.
"Jack, I'm not-"
"I'm not going to have sex with you," he said softly, cutting you off. "I want to kiss you, and cuddle you, and enjoy that we're here together." You smiled, reconnecting your lips. "Besides, we can have just a little fun, right?" You giggled, pulling him onto the bed with you. You sat in his lap, straddling his legs in between yours. You kissed him softly, his body seeming to melt under your touch. His hands rested on your waist, slowly sliding towards your ass.
"Jack, you better watch where your hands go," you said teasingly, removing his glasses and putting them on the nightstand next to the bed. "Lord knows that Mark will do worse than the authorities." Jack blushed slightly, smiling at you softly.
"You've got a fair point," he stated, sliding his hands into your back pockets. "So why don't we go to sleep then. Much more innocent than butt touching, am I right?" You smirked at his teasing, sliding off the bed and grabbing your bag from the ground. You pulled a pair of sweatpants from your bag, frowning when you noticed that you forgot to pack a night shirt.
"Got a shirt that I could borrow?" you asked. Jack blushed, getting off the bed and grabbing a shirt from his dresser. He threw it to you, pretending not to look as you changed into his shirt. You could see him biting his lip out of the corner of your eye as you took off your pants, his body turned slightly away so that you couldn't see how badly you were turning him on. You turned to face him with your pants still off, teasing him slightly. "What are you staring at, hm?"
"I'm sure you can guess what I'm staring at," he said, moving towards you. He put his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. You knew he would respect your boundries, so you didn't stop him from planting his lips on yours. You kissed back, giggling at him as he swayed side to side. "Do you really have to put pants on? I'm not going to be sleeping with a shirt on." You pulled away from him, taking a seat in his bed.
"I suppose I could go pantsless for one night," you said teasingly, laying back on his pillows. You let your body stretch out across his mattress, smiling as you relaxed into his duvet. Jack looked like he was trying not to pounce on you, like he was trying to stop himself from attacking your neck and prove his dominance. You bit your lip as he approached the bed, removing his shirt and laying down next to you.
"We should probably talk about this," he stated seriously. "Us, I mean."
"Yeah," you replied. "We really need to be discreet about it. No flirting at school unless it's when you eat with Mark and I. No PDA whatsoever."
"I figured that'd be the basics of what would be happening. But no PDA at all?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Fine. I guess I'll have to do something else so that you know how much I love you. Maybe slip love notes into your locker, make small notes on your papers, maybe make lab groups in a way that you'll have to work with me. Or maybe..." He smirked, placing his lips on yours. He smiled at how willing you were to feel his lips on your own, resting his hands firmly on your hips. He grinned as he broke away and trailed kisses on your neck.
Each kiss felt like a spark shot through your neck when his lips touched the skin, and when he pulled away it felt like a firework exploded on the sensitive flesh. It felt good, the high of it distracting you from what he was doing. You knew what he'd done when he pulled away, sniggering at his childish move.
"Oh you little shit," you said with a slight smile, sitting up and looking at yourself in your phone's camera. A large bruise was forming on the right side of your neck.
"People need to know that you're in a relationship," Jack said, putting his head on your shoulder. "They just don't need to know who you're with." The two of you smiled, and you took that perfect moment to click the capture button. His grin widened.
"Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend? By leaving a huge-ass hickey on my neck?"
"Would you like me to leave one somewhere else?" You slapped his shoulder as he snickered like a child. "But really, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Hm, I don't know. You'll have to let me sleep on it."
"Oh, I've got something else you can sleep on."
"You're such an asshole."
"And you're a tease."
"I am adorable."
"Yup. So have you decided yet? Are we a couple?" You pretended to think about it for a few seconds, your decision clear.
"Yeah." His smile widened.
"I'm glad." Your smile grew, matching his.
"Me too."
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The long awaited part two has arrived! Sorry it took so long, I got a bit stuck on some parts of this. I hope you like it. I don't really think it's all that great, but that's up to you guys to decide.
I'm going to start taking some things into consideration when I write new imagines, and it'll definitely change the style of my writing a bit. A lot of the time, when the characters are having a touching moment, I turn it into something a bit more intimate, which I realized can be insensitive to some readers. So I'm not going to put as many of those intimate moments into my stories, and if I do, there will be a fluff warning at the start of the imagine. I hope you all understand.
Happy reading,
Allie B.