JACK MAYNARD IMAGINE- AINT MY FAULT
Based off of Ain’t My Fault by Zara Larson.
It’s not my fault that he walked in looking so good. It’s not my fault he came up to me at the bar tonight. He came up to me and I saw the hot guy in front of me with a good personality.
It’s not my fault.
But the consequences of this may not go too well. And that may be my fault.
I’m not really meant to be at this bar. Or even in a bar. I’m seventeen and he definitely isn’t. Not with the tattoos and the looks of his friends who were at the bar with him.
See my friends are all older than me, because I graduated early when I was fifteen. I was one of the nerdy younger kids and I went to Uni early as well, but when I went I decided I wouldn’t be that nerdy younger girl. I came out of my shell and now I’m going into my third year and I’m just the same as the rest of my friends I’m just younger and not really legal to drink. But that’s not important to me right now, because I’m back at his flat with his hands all over my body and my fingers running through his hair and tugging slightly.
But it’s not my fault, right? Well just to be sure I should say something, right? Fuck… I should just say something before this backfires.
“Jack wait.” I try to catch my breath and he pulls apart from me, but keeps his hands on my waist.
“I have to tell you something. I mean it’s not really bad but you might see it that way.” I explain and he looks confused.
“I’m seventeen. Like I know it’s not illegal for us to be hooking up right now, but I don’t want you to feel weird if you find out later on.”
“You’re seventeen?” He raises an eyebrow and I nod while looking down slightly.
“I’m almost twenty two. Fuck, you do not look seventeen. You’re friends are all twenty.” He takes as deep breath and pulls away from me even more.
“Yeah I know. I graduated early and went to Uni early. I’m in my second year, but I am younger than everyone. I just wanted to tell you, because I expected this reaction.” I decide to stand up from his bed and pull my tank top down since it has ridden up and grab my phone from his side table. I place it in the back pocket of my jeans, but I feel a hand grab onto my arm.
“I never said no.” Jack speaks up and turns me towards him. “I just had to think.”
“Good because I really didn’t feel like stopping.” I admit before kissing him again.
“Neither did I.” He grips at the bottom my tank top and pulls it over my head before tossing it to the side. His hands continue to trail lower and lower until they are at my bum.
“Mhm.” I hum against his lips and his hands lower again to my thighs. I decide to pull at his shirt as well and he moves his hands away from me, so his shirt can come off, but his hands come right back to where they were.
“Jump.” He whispers and I wrap my legs around his hips before I feel my body pressed against the wall. I arch my back away from it the minute his lips connect to my neck and leave love bites here and there.
“Fuck.” I moan out and that seems to be the only form of communication between us for a few minutes before I’m back on his bed with his body pressed against mine and almost all of our clothing gone.
“I don’t wanna regret this when I’m sober.” He speaks up and I laugh slightly as my fingers move up and down his torso.
“Then make this so good that you can’t regret it.”
When I woke up this morning I knew there would be a girl next to me and that she was only seventeen. I tried to convince myself that it was normal, but part of me couldn’t because she’s still seventeen. But then again she knew exactly what she was doing, and did it well.
Four years? That’s not that much. I mean I dated a girl who was three years younger once. But then again she was eighteen and it didn’t feel as odd as seventeen does. But that girl didn’t do what Y/N did so well and instantly get me addicted.
As I stood up from my bed I looked back at her sleeping body that had love bites trailed down her exposed chest. I head towards the kitchen to grab some Advil, but I’m met with Conor.
“So it looks like she enjoys leaving marks on her victims.” He jokes while slapping me on my back, that has scratches on it, and I roll my eyes.
“Was it Y/N from the bar?” He asks and I nod while taking a deep breath and closing my eyes from the light being too bright in the kitchen.
“Too bad you had to swoop in and talk to her first.”
“She’s too young for you Conor. Like almost too young for me.” I admit and he looks confused.
“Mate how old is the girl you just had sex with?”
“Seventeen, but she turns eighteen in a few months.”
“How she’s in Uni? Just finished her second year.”
“One of those genius girls who skipped a few years and graduated early.” I explain while taking a seat next to him on the couch.
“Well have fun hanging out in preschool with your new friend.” He jokes and I smack him on the shoulder.
“Four years isn’t that bad, she’s legal and she sure as hell knows what she’s doing.”
“She might, but she’s like only a year older than Anna.”
“Almost eighteen Conor.” I remind him as I stand up and he rolls his eyes.
“But the best I’ve ever had.” I shrug and he looks back to me with a curious look on his face.
“Um, actually, yes.”
It’s too bright. The sun and my slight headache aren’t friends at the moment.
“Ugh.” I groan and within a few moments it’s dark again.
“Too bright?” Jack’s voice asks and I nod before looking to my left to see him standing at the side of his bed with only some sweatpants on. How does he still look so hot?
“Here.” He hands me a shirt of his and I lazily pull it over my naked frame. He takes a seat next to me and I lean my head on his chest. His hands find there way around me and down to my lower back again and I smile against his skin. I begin to trace his tattoos and his one hand moves to my head and his fingers run throughout my hair.
“I really don’t want you too go.”
“Good thing my parents don’t care where I am or what I do and I barely ever get a call.”
“You live with them?”
“Ew no. I might not be eighteen for another few months, but I’m in Uni and I do not want to be living at home. I live with the girls I was with yesterday.”
“So you don’t need to go.”
“It’s summer break. I’m not needed anywhere.” I whisper. “But I’m guessing someone doesn’t regret last night.”
“I don’t wanna forget it.”
“Then maybe we can jog your memory.” I smirk and he laughs.
“Oh you’re bad news Y/N.”
“Not my fault.”
I hope you enjoyed this! It was requested and I really loved writing this so maybe I’ll make a part two… Maybe even part three.