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Part 3 to end of us? Where there’s a time jump but they still long for each other or they run into each other and he sees her bump for the first time realizes why she was so adamant on leaving

The end of us pt.3

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - it still hurts, but he tried to fix those bullet wounds with bandages.

Warnings - angst, pregnancy, swearing, secret kid, forgiving and forgetting

You liked to think that you left in peace. But now as you rubbed your slightly swollen stomach you couldn't help but feel that a piece of your heart was thrown away. Your eyes were dry and red, hurting from the nights you spent crying. Every day you dreaded the thoughts of having to tell him, your inside voice screaming that you can raise the baby on your own. But you knew it wouldn't be fair. Jack deserved to know he had a kid, and the kid deserved to have a dad.

It didn't take long for you to move out, that very day you left to your parents house, only a week later getting the rest of your stuff and finding a place. A small apartment not that far from your parents. It was perfect, for now.

You had blocked Jack on everything, finally finding some happiness after months of yelling and fighting. In all honesty you didn't care where he was now. A part of you felt good that he might be in pain, after all suffering from his own actions.

While you were at your new home, Jack was on the other side of the city, moping around all day, laying in bed and barely feeding himself. He was slowly losing himself and the touch with reality, it hurt all over his body. If this is what it felt like he couldn't imagine what you were going through.

Urban suddenly opened the door of his bedroom, walking over to the window and opening its blinds.

" What do you want?" Jack asked in a cranky voice, his eyes squinting from the sudden light.

" We're going out to eat. And I don't give a fuck if you want it or not, it feels like at any moment you're gonna collapse."

" Just leave me the fuck alone."

Urban sighed at his best friend's words, his patients running low from the last few weeks. " You're gonna kill yourself like this."

" I don't care."

" Fine! Don't get better, don't see your fucking kid and be on your own!" Everything seemed to stop. It felt like the whole world dropped on Jack's shoulders, his breath hitching in the back of his throat.

" What?" He asked calmly.

" Nothing." It was clear that Urban tried to hide his slip up, pulling on a solid face.

" Repeat what you said."

" I didn't say shit."

" Is it true?" He was breathing hard now, his head spinning with a million thoughts about you. " Is it true that I have a kid?"

" Look, I wasn't supposed to tell. I myself found out only two days ago." Urban said watching his friend scramble out of bed, looking for his nearest clothes.

" And you didn't say anything?"

" She told me not to, said that she'll do it herself." Jack was running around the room, picking up random pants and shirts, trying to get dressed quickly. " Hold on." He looked back right as he was about to walk through the door. " Before you go you gotta fix the shit with Bianca."

" What do you mean? I already did."

" She texted Neelam. Said some shit about leaking the text's between you two."

" Fuck." He quietly whispered under his breath, his fingers running through his curls. " Okay."

" Hey, and, Jack? Bring Y/n home, you're not the only one missing her." At that he nodded, grabbing his keys and running out the door, this all feeling like muscle memory.

You were in the kitchen, trying to take your mind off of things as you cooked. Chopping up some fresh vegetables you danced around the kitchen, moving with grace along the hardwood floors.

You were humming a melody, finally having some energy after hours of crying, only to suddenly hear a knock on your door. You placed down the knife, quickly walking around the kitchen island, moving down the small hallway. Another knock sounded out when you were only a couple feet away, the person on the other end seeming to be impassioned and rushed

" I'm coming!" You yelled out, one of your hands holding onto your small bump as the other unlocked and opened the door.

Your breathing hitched, not expecting to see the familiar curls yet. " Jack…"

" Hi." In all honesty he didn't know what to say. After weeks of not seeing you it felt like he couldn't breathe.

You started to close the door, not wanting to stand there if he was going to waste your time.

" Wait!" His foot was placed between the wall and your door, holding it open so you wouldn't shut him out. " I need to talk to you!"

" I have nothing to say."

" But I do! Please, I won't be long." For a second you catched his gaze, and after not seeing him for so long, it felt like all of your worries slipped away. " Please, just let me in."

You felt pathetic for slowly opening the door, letting in the man who hurt you deeply.

You both were standing in front of each other, making straight eye contact, the hallway now feeling even smaller. " How did you get my address, Jack?"

" I-I was at your parents house." You sighed when you heard his explanation, your parents always being supportive of your relationship no matter what.

You could see his eyes flicker down to your stomach, the slightly swollen skin poking out of your robe. Feeling his burning gaze on you, you clutched the fabric closer to your body. " When were you going to tell me?"

" Whenever I was ready." You told him coldly, zero emotion running past your face and tone. Silence fell like a thick blanket on the both of you, not knowing what to say or how to react.

" Uh, fuck it." Jack mouthed before taking in a deep breath, now making only direct eye contact with you. " I came to apologize. I cut Bianca out of my life fully and I made everyone else around me do too. I cut short on my studio hours now, only spending three hours there. So unless I have a meeting or an interview I can spend the rest of the day with you."

" Jack-"

" I learnt how to make your favorite dish and want your thoughts on it, I deleted any traces of my exes on my phone, and we can go shop for baby stuff like right now."

" Jack, stop." You interrupted his little babble, his rambling cutting short. " You can't just do these things now when they're the basics to a healthy relationship. I'm sorry."

" Please. I promise I'll do anything. You can hate me, but don't make my kid hate me." You could see the distress in his eyes, a piece of your heart hurting with him. " I'll earn your trust back. I'm gonna be better."

You knew it was stupid, knew that this could be a trap for even more years of suffering, but the few weeks you spent alone made you rethink your whole life right now. It was hard living without him, it was hard leaving a piece of you behind, and you knew it would be even harder with him. But something made you say yes, only promising that you were doing this for your child, not for yourself or him.

" You have one chance, Harlow."

#jack harlow #fanfic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow angst #jack harlow smut #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n

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sathina · 2 years

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How to Say Sorry

summary: a continuation of the college!jack au!

a/n: this is a pretty short blurb, but if you'd like to see more of college!jack, feel free to send in requests!

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You had been upset with Jack before. You had been upset when he convinced you to skip your morning class one day to go to some tailgate and you missed an important lecture. You had been upset when he set the both of you behind on a project because he wanted to study at the greasiest burger nook he could find. You had even been upset when he took you to a party that you hated.

Jack knew how to fix any of that, though, when he mumbled an apology into your neck and trying to fit himself into your tiny dorm bed. He was good at that, and it made him almost want to make you upset.

What he was no good at, however, was making you forgive him when you were mad. And you were mad. He couldn't get you to answer your phone or answer your text, and when he figured out that he wasn't blocked, it made it worse. When he showed up at your dorm that you had to yourself most nights, you would let him knock on the door until someone finally came out and shooed him away.

It had been an entire week since he talked to you, which was the longest it had been since your freshman and he asked you for help on his paper. He hadn't kissed you in a week and three days, which is the longest it had been since he couldn't remember when.

It felt oddly like being homesick.

Jack had exhausted each and every resource he had. He had tried talking to your friends who had no idea of what relationship you had, but even they told him that you were in a bad mood. When he tried talking to you after or before class, you were quick to find a crowd and hustle away from him.

Jack was nearing his wit's end until he was sitting on the couch while his roommates were practically writing their next noise complaint while playing a video game.

He got their attention when he stood off the couch quickly, earning several glances.

"What the fuck?" Urban side-eyed his tall friend as Jack snatched his wallet and keys off the counter. "Hey, where you going?"

"Nowhere."

"Can you bring me back a soda?"

"I won't be back tonight." he told him before disappearing towards the foyer, and Urban looked back at their roommates. "He's fucking weird."

Jack arrived at the bookstore just a few blocks off campus and nearly stumbled out of his car as he walked up to the doors. He knew the hours well, he'd spent plenty of nights waiting directly outside. When he went to tug at the doors, he was shocked to find that they were locked. A good two minutes after close.

"Fuck." he huffed.

You were a rule follower, he knew that well, so to have the doors locked up this early meant that you weren't the one locked them. Before he gave up, he caught the familiar sweater you wore on nights like this- muggy with thick, cold air. Just looking at you made him feel a lot warmer than he was.

Startling you with the loud banging against the window, you turned around with wide eyes and dropped the books you were holding before frowning and shaking your head.

"Let me in!" he yelled, knocking on the window to the point where it made the person closing the coffee shop next door yelp. "Sorry, my friend is... she locked me out."

The other didn't say anything as they made their way to their car, leaving Jack to press his forehead to the glass.

"Come on. Let me apologize."

"I don't want your apology." you yelled back, approaching the door with a frown. "So you can go back and tell her how dumb I am."

"I wasn't thinking when I told her all that. I- fuck, I don't know."

"Go home, Jack." you told him, meeting his bleary eyed gaze with a cold one. "I'm done with you."

Jack didn't hesitate before getting to his knees, setting down the bouquet and box of chocolates that you didn't notice he had until it was under the light outside the doors. He looked up at you through the glass with a pitiful frown and his glasses slightly crooked. He hardly ever wore his glasses- to a point where only you and a few other people on campus even knew he wore them.

"Y/N, I'm begging you, please let me in. Let me tell you that I'm an idiot and I don't deserve to have you and that I-"

You startled him when you unlocked the door and furrowed your eyebrows. Your unwavering expression told Jack that you weren't letting him off the hook just yet- that he'd have to earn it with a lot more than some lost puppy act and pretty flowers.

Even though, when he came in and towered over you, you realized that they were your favorite.

When Jack met the warmth of the shop, he couldn't help but stand less than six inches away, his hands practically twitching with the desire to touch your side the way he always did.

"Got you these." he mumbled, and you took the grand bouquet silently.

"Thank you, but I thought you were here to apologize."

"I am. I mean, I just wanted to give you this stuff first."

"Right, but-"

"These chocolates, too. The ones we tried when we were walking that day." you took those ones, but made sure you didn't smile in excitement. "And this book. You said your manager won't order the books and you wanted to read it."

"Alright, thank you. Now, you were supposed to tell me how awful it is to tell the girl you're fucking about how depressing it is to be around the other girl you're fucking."

Jack ducked his head and nodded, licking his lips and stammering. "I don't know how to say sorry for something like that. It's stupid that I did something like that to begin with, but I am sorry. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"Why would you tell her that in the first place?" you shook your head and Jack shrugged. "Why do you care so much about people knowing that you know me?"

"I don't know. I guess, I just like what we have."

"You like having a secret."

"We fuck! I don't want to air that out." he scoffed, and you shook your head.

You swallowed, maintaining your glare through your hurt. Jack had said many times before that he didn't need anything beyond a friends with benefits situation, so you weren't sure why you expected much more than that from him.

"I don't think it's the worst thing in the world for people to know that we do more than study together - that we hang out, at least, I mean. I like being your friend, Jack, and if I don't feel like I have a friend in you, then I don't want to be around you."

"If you want me to tell people that you're my best friend in the world, Y/N, I will."

"It's not about what I want, it's about why you wouldn't tell people that you know me for more than the girl who's helping you pass philosophy, so you can stay on the soccer team. Why you're ashamed of me."

"I'm not ashamed of you." Jack protested quickly, stepping closer to you and pulling you towards him by your hips when you stepped back, all of his thoughtful gifts falling to the ground.

"I don't care anymore, Jack." you shrugged, trying to ignore how good he smelled or how nice it was to feel him touch you again.

"You don't have to care, I do." he whispered, looking down at you and adjusting his glasses as if nothing over the past ten minutes was more important than seeing you. "I don't know how to apologize for that dumb shit I did, but I'm not going to forget about it if you forgive me. I want you all to myself. I don't want to keep you a secret, Y/N, I want everyone to know that I have the one person they can't. That's really selfish of me, but I don't care."

"It is." you mumbled, feeling lightheaded in his presence. "And I don't forgive you, you'll have to earn my trust all over again, but... I appreciate your apology."

"I don't expect you to forgive me. You shouldn't forgive me, really, but I don't know, Y/N. I'm willing to put in all the work I have to."

"Really?" you egged, your hand sliding to his wrist on your hip.

"I promise you." he whispered, his eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes. "I just want you."

You didn't say anything before you moved your other hand to his neck, scratching the nape of his neck as you encouraged him closer.

"You get one last chance, Harlow."

"That's all I need." he promised, moving his hands from your hips to your ass. "Let me show you."

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sathina · 2 years

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Ok so I got this idea whilst listening to this song called Wait by ¿teo? So basically a smut fic it’s a rainy afternoon and Jack had just come back from tour the night before and they were just lounging in the couch and in a desperate attempt to feel closer to one another they started c*ckwarmking for like the longest time and right before Jack feels like the reader is about to doze off he kisses her all over the face and after the reader giving her conscent, he starts fucking her until she finishes and then he immediately cleans her up before pulling her into his embrace while the two of them doze off to the sound of the rain

Thunder

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - warming up this fall season

Warnings - cockwarming, sex without a condom, making out

Rain drizzled just outside the windows as you cuddled on the couch, a thick, fuzzy blanket thrown over your shoulders.

Your lips met his in a kiss, his tongue tasting sweet. Your hand was placed on his shoulder, your chest pushed to his, your legs dangled over his hips. With every passing minute you tried to get closer, his own palms running along your back, grabbing your hair and pulling you in.

You could see his eyes open, only candle light shining through the room. The soft glow danced across his face, his expression pulled into a relaxed, loving one.

" I love you." He quietly mumbled, his whispers barely audible over the thunder.

" I love you too." His curls were wrapped around your fingers, lightly massaging his scalp. Your fingertips grazed the skin of his head, his eyes softly closing, a sigh leaving his lips.

" I wanna feel you."

" I'm already as close as possible, Jack."

" No. I wanna feel you." Only now understanding the meaning behind his words, you almost choked on your own saliva.

" Babe…"

" C'mon, I'm not gonna do anything. Just wanna feel your skin, have you close to me." His thumb drew circles on your hips, your panties now feeling slightly damper.

" Okay…" his hands quickly found your waistband, pushing it down, making you lift up from his lap, pulling off the fabric and throwing it somewhere across the room. Your shirt was off next, the cold air across the room made slight shivers run over your skin, your nipples standing up into sharp points. Jack freed himself, his own shirt flung off, his cock standing proud. He saw you staring at it, a slight smirk plastered on his face as he reached out for you. He grabbed your wrist and gently brought you closer, spreading his legs so you could stand between them.

" You like?" He said it in an almost mocking tone, his teasing making something rumble in the pits of your stomach. You slightly nodded your head, his smile only widening. " C'mon." His skin againsts yours felt almost hot, your knees on each side of his hips while he gently stroked himself, lining his cock with your entrance. He pushed himself in you, the motion making you both moan, a sudden pleasurable feeling overtaking your entire body.

You leaned to put your head on his chest, his arms reaching out to take the blanket, yet again draping it across your shoulders.

" Comfortable." He asked, his voice sounding like a soft murmur.

You hummed in responce, suddenly feeling all too sleepy. The warmth from his flesh, his hartbeat, his hand running up and down your spine, it all calmed you down.

You listened to the ongoing thunder outside, rain hitting your window as flashes of light sparkled in the night, lightning flashing up the sky. Your eyes started to droop, your limbs starting to fall into slumber. Jack noticed this. You looked so pretty under the candle and moonlight. Your baby hair fell over your forehead, your skin shining, your breathing even, your whole body completely relaxed. Until he felt you clench around him. The small sensation made him even more awake than before, almost feeling your arousel leak from inside you.

" Baby, I know you're awake." His voice was soft but it held darkness, slightly rusty with a hint of roughness. You felt him place a kiss on your forehead, his warm hand coming in contact with your chin, slowly lifting up your head, your eyes still fluttered shut. His lips were all over your face, your cheeks and nose feeling warm.

He let his other hand slide down your side, the blanket now feeling all too thick. " Look at me." You slowly opened your eyes after he softly whispered into your ear. You took your time to adjust to the dark room, but when you did it felt like you were staring into oceans. Seas of crystal blue and dark grey stared right back at you. " You want it?"

" Do you even have to ask?" The sound of rain now was hitting ten times harder, all of the love and tension swirling between you made the scene even hotter.

Your lips connected yet again, the kiss so passionate. He moved underneath you, his hips digging up to yours reaching places you didn't know existed. Suddenly, in a quick blur motion you were under him, your back laid flat against the couch, his arms folded on either side of your head.

It felt like his thrusts matched to his heart beat, his touches heating up your skin.

" Jack-"

" I know, baby. I know." The moment was slow, sensual. His voice soothing you, chills running up your spine as pleasure made it all over your body. Your moans only grew louder, his groans and whines making you closer. " Let go for me, ma. I wanna feel you cum."

And only seconds later you were shaking, your head thrown back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Jack stilled in you for a second too, his breathing turning even after he fell on your chest. It turned quiet after that, you felt your eyes close and your mind drift off.

Your body moved, hands in-between your thighs.

" What-"

" Shh, cleaning you up. Gonna get you to bed."

#jack harlow #fanfic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow angst #jack harlow smut #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n

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sathina · 2 years

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Can I request a jack x reader ? Where the reader is a YouTuber and jack and reader do the abusive boyfriend prank when his friends are around to see how they react? Angst & fluff ending

I've seen that some other writers here were getting the same request and I think it's so wierd. I stated in my master list that I will not be writing anything that makes me uncomfortable, abuse being one of the topics. This is romanticizing abuse and it's not okay. Anyone who has done this irl, on YouTube, or wrote ab it needs serious help.

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sathina · 2 years

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https://at.tumblr.com/sathina/i-feel-like-you-can-do-this-justice-can-you-write/fkjajx944gsn

Now home up this needs a part two on the reader leaving him and him realizing Bianca was using him and he lost the best thing he had

The end of us pt.2

Part one

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - the aftermath hurts even more

Warnings - crying, talk of cheating, slight shouting, angst

It felt like a nightmare. You could hear heavy footsteps follow you throughout the whole house, his shouts running with him too.

" I didn't. Baby, I swear I didn't." He sounded out of breath, chasing you all the way up the stairs.

Your bedroom sat at the very end of the hall, your pace picking up when you felt his presence right behind you. You both were running, your tears falling down your cheeks onto the floor.

" C'mon. Don't do this, ma. We can work it out." You could see the veins in his arms press out from how hard he held onto the door. You were inside the bedroom, fighting for the privilege to close the wooden door.

" Jack, don't make this harder."

" Let's just talk. Sit down and talk." Now inside the room with you he tried to pull your arm.

" No."

" Please."

" No."

" I love you. I love you, baby."

" No, you're being mean. Jack, you're being mean."

" I promise I didn't sleep with her. She means nothing to me. Please." You looked into his teary eyes, his icy stare melting you. You knew it was bad, knew that looking at him, hearing him, it all will change your mind. He was on his knees hugging your hips, slightly swaying the both of you back and forth, right and left. He always did this, and the small voice in the back of your head screamed that he wasn't apologetic.

" You don't love me." Your voice held a serious tone, zero emotion left behind.

" No, I love you. I love you so so much. Baby, please."

" Get up."

" Please don't leave me." He cried, tears streaming down his cheeks while he hiccuped.

" Jack, get up. You look pathetic." The sentence shut him up. Everything became silent, he felt confused. The lack of sympathy in your voice made him even more sad, he knew he needed you, but he didn't know if he loved you. " I'm not gonna fall for your stupid trick's again. I shoul've known. You only take and don't give." He looked down to the floor, his shoulders shaking yet again. " Look at me, Jack. Look me in the eye." He slowly lifted his head, his cheeks and nose red, his skin glistening from his dried tears. " Listen carefully now. There's two options, okay? I leave now and we don't see each other ever again, or we sleep it off, talk in the morning. Either way we're breaking up."

Slowly fear spread through Jack's body. He didn't want to lose you, it felt almost suffocating. He didn't want to go back to living without you.

" I can't change your mind, can I?"

" You should've thought about us before you went to her." It was painful to you too. You loved him, you wanted him, but his antics proved otherwise from his end. " Where do you want to sleep?"

" Take this bed. I'll-I'll sleep in the guest bedroom." He lifted from the floor, sparing the last look your way with a sad smile. Before walking out he turned to you, his droopy eyes filled with sadness. " I love you."

" I know you do."

That morning you woke up to rustling in the kitchen. Cutlery falling and something sizzling could be heard from downstairs. You peeled your eyes open, the morning sun shining bright through the window blinds.

You slowly walked down the stairs, your limbs still slightly numb from your slumber. You made your way to the kitchen, Jack's naked back turned to you as he worked by the stove in only his sweatpants.

" Morning." You could see him slightly jump, immediately turning to look at you, a wooden spatula sitting in his hands.

" Good morning." His voice sounded rough, like he was sick, probably crying throughout the night. " I made you breakfast. Wanted to bring it to you in bed, but…"

" Don't try to start small talk. I'm not wasting my time on this." He slightly shook his head in agreement and took the pan off of the hot ring on the stove. " I'm gonna let you talk."

" Oh, okay. I thought about us last night and… I love you. Believe it or not. Last night I imagined losing you and I don't want to go through that pain." He took a sharp breath in and stared into your eyes.

It was crazy how something could come crashing down so quickly. You remembered the times when it wasn't like this. Everything was peaceful, Jack was loving, he spent time with you. Now, it was like talking to a brick wall.

" And I didn't sleep with her." At this you just rolled your eyes, you still could feel her scent lingering around the kitchen. " I swear I didn't! She came on me! Urban was there, you-you can go through my phone. I promise, baby, I didn't."

" Jack, I don't care anymore. We're still breaking up and that's the final."

" But I don't want to break up."

" In this situation it's really not your choice." You sighed. You would be lying if you said that you spent the night without wondering about him. You thought that maybe he was glad you both were through, maybe this was just an act to make you feel bad, to make him run off with Bianca.

" Can't we just go on a break?"

" Jack-"

" Please. I swear I will change. Last night I cut off all contact with her, she's out of my life. Please, baby, stay."

You closed your eyes, they started to water. This definitely didn't feel as good as you thought it would. " I'm sorry. But I can't do this anymore."

#jack harlow #fanfic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow angst #jack harlow smut #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n

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sathina · 2 years

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Reader needs to pack up her shit and slap him and leave cause I wouldn’t let that slide

On it

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sathina · 2 years

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omfg I got caught off guard while reading “the end of us” because Bianca’s my name too LMAO but it was sooo good!! will there be a part two?

HAHA I really wanted to put in h/n as her name so yall can imagine someone that hurt yall but then i remembered one bianca from my life and i just needed to put her. But i am working on a part two!!!

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sathina · 2 years

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I FEEL LIKE YOU CAN DO THIS JUSTICE CAN YOU WRITE JACK AND READER GET INTO A RELATIONSHIP AFTER TALKING ON AND OFF FOR LIKE A YEAR AND READER FINDS OUT SOME OF HIS EXES STILL RELY ON HIM FINANCIALLY

The end of us

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - it's me or her, you can't have both

Warnings - toxic relationship, angst, cheating

His phone beeped for what felt like the hundredth time, the device buzzing on the nightstand.

By each passing second you felt yourself going crazier and crazier, the need to know scratching at your brain.

You debated on picking up his phone, privacy being a very important thing for the both of you. But when yet another buzz came around you didn't waste time on picking up the phone. Multiple texts lined his screen, Urbans name flashing before your eyes.

You felt yourself calm down a bit, until you accidentally opened one of the messages. Heart and kiss emojis were placed after almost every word, the text not even making sense most of the time.

'wanna meet up'

'i'm running low on some things'

'tonight?'

Scrolling up the conversation, imagines of bags and heels, texts of hair and nail appointments, all paid off from Jack.

You placed down the phone, anger fuming through your veins. You knew for a fact that it wasn't Urban, it didn't take a genius to work that out.

You heard the bathroom door finally open, freshly shaved Jack walking out. You didn't say anything, didn't make eye contact, didn't react when he sat down next to you. With the corner of your eye you saw him pick up the phone, you saw his reaction to the messages, his sly smirk not hiding anything.

" Who was that by the way?" Asking innocently while you scrolled through netflix.

" What?"

" Your phone. It kept buzzing for a while."

" Oh, it's just Urban. Saying something about a photoshoot tomorrow." The lie slipped past his lips with ease, although you couldn't help but think of how many times he has done this before.

" Mhm, okay." You didn't want to let this go, but knowing Jack he'd still find a way with his words. " What things do you think he's running low on?" You were fully turned to him, a front seat right to his face, seeing the color drain from his skin.

" What are you talking about, baby?"

" Don't fucking lie to me." Honestly, the calmness in your voice scared him. " Who is she?"

" No one."

" Who is she, Jackman?"

He loudly sighed, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. " I don't know. Bianca."

You knew that name well, a name you spent ages comparing yourself to.

" Mmm, sweet little Bianca. Now tell me, what nail color does she normally get?"

" Look what I don't get is why you fucking went through my phone?" There was distance between you two, the bed now feeling all too small.

" I went through your phone?

" Yes!"

" Well, call it even then. Remember? Last month when you went through mine?"

" Okay, I'm not doing this right now." He went to stand up, possibly wanting to leave the room.

" No, we are. Why the fuck are you still talking to her?"

" Just because you don't like her, doesn't mean I can't form a bond with someone."

" That someone being your ex-girlfriend?" You were fully up now too, your anger still bubbling in your body. " I don't want to control you, but can't you see-"

" But you are controlling me! Yes, we talk from time to time and she's going through a rough time right now. She needs the money."

" Money for what? The newest Chanel bag? And you too, are you too stupid to realize that this isn't a normal friendship?"

His hands were on his hips, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek while he slightly chuckled. " This is because of those friends isn't it?"

" What?"

" Your 'friends' convinced you that I'm the bad guy again, huh?"

It was your turn to laugh, the conversation making you lose brain cells. " I literally found out myself just ten minutes ago. And I don't need convincing to know that you're in the wrong here."

" What? So I can't be friends with people I used to be close with?"

" To you this may seem like a friendship, but it looks like to her you're her sugar daddy."

" I'm just helping with her necessities."

" Yeah, because first it's gonna be this shit and the next you will be buying condoms cause y'all fucking." You saw his expression shift to a more annoyed one, if that was even possible.

" Look, I'm not doing this right now. I have important shit tomorrow and I need to sleep. We'll talk in the morning when you've fixed your jealousy problems." He said while picking up his phone, not sparing a glance your way he turned around and left. The door shut and you were met with silence, it was slightly uncomfortable, now that you were left with your own thoughts you couldn't stop them. A part if you felt like an asshole. Giving gifts and affection was Jack's love language, and now you felt like you were taking that away from him. You weren't even that mad at Jack, more annoyed. Annoyed that he couldn't see the people around him who were using him.

The whole morning you felt like a huge mess. Anytime you walked past something that reminded you of him, you felt like crying.

Jack left the house early, the petty side of him slammed the door extra hard, knowing that you weren't a big morning person.

The argument last night replayed in his head, analysing every word he said, only now understanding how many stupid things he let out. The truth was that he didn't know if he fully liked you. After he and Bianca split he needed a distraction and you were just there. When you started talking it was just out of spite, if his ex could move on so could he. But when you finally got back together it felt like he could breathe. You didn't ask for anything, you listened, you gave advice. Though he had never been happier, Bianca still somehow made her way back to his heart, and now he was questioning everything he knew.

Jack slowly made his way out of the car, only coming home late in the evening. He didn't even know what he was going to say, her smell still lingering on his clothes were not helping either.

You heard the front door open, heavy footsteps making their way to the kitchen.

" Smells good in here." You didn't reply though. Only staring at the stove, hoping that he would sense that you didn't want to talk. The few moments were spent in complete silence. " You know we're going to have to talk right?"

" Then go on."

" I know why you could be upset, but I'm not gonna stop being friends with her just because you want me to."

" I'm not asking you to choose between me or her, my problem is you not understanding simple shit. Can't you see that she's using you?"

" She's not-"

" Yes, she is! She asked you to buy her a new dress just so she could go out to some random party!"

" So it's the money? Look, I'm gonna spend it however I want to."

You felt frustrated now, tears of anger were building in the corner of your eyes, it felt like he wasn't listening at all. " I don't give a fuck if you spend money. I know you love gifting, but sometimes it feels like I'm just a stranger living in your house. You're not home most of the time, we don't talk unless I call first. I can't even remember the last time we had a real conversation. You're just not available."

" I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He quickly went around the kitchen island to grab you, holding you against his chest as you let the tears spill. " I promise I'll do better."

For the few moments where you were out of breath it felt comforting, until you opened your eyes, immediately seeing red. The cherry stain was around his collar, and when you fully understood, a whiff of sweet perfume consumed your senses. Perfume that definitely wasn't yours.

Sweet nothings were still mumbled in your ear, but the more he talked, the more anger you felt.

" Jack, let go of me."

" What?"

" I said, let fucking go." He did as you requested, confusion clouding his mind, but when he saw your face, he knew exactly why. " You're a fucking asshole."

" Baby-"

" Don't make me yell. If you wanted her you could've fucking said so." Sparing the last glance his way, you made your way upstairs.

Part two

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sathina · 2 years

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hi hello!! so i saw u taking requests so can i have jack and stripper!reader...like jack goes to this club alone or with his friends idk, and while in the vip section, reader is performing a strip tease dance..the reader keeps looking at jack and teasing him so at the end of the performance jack asks reader for their number but they just smile sweetly and walk off or smthn..

fast forward some years later, it's jack and reader's wedding and reader does a surprise strip dance for jack in front of the entire crowd at the reception😭😭 like a recreation of how they met and reader once again keeps teasing him like 'no touching' so jack is just bricked up and spell blinded by the them....but after the party u could insert some desperate smut if ur ok with it😭

thats all,,sorry if it's a bit long💚

I was literally halfway through the whole writing process and then I just remembered Jack's mom and I just imagined her just standing there like: 🧍

So um everything is happening after the reception.

Do you remember?

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - look what it lead to

Warnings - stripping, slight nipple play, orgasm control if you squint, unprotected sex, slight domination

Shot glasses filled the table as the night slowly progressed. The whole club was lit in colorful lights bouncing off the walls according to the beat, half naked women walking left and right.

Tonight the place was packed. Married men all over the floor trying to unwind from the work day.

Jack was spread on the couch, his hand wrapped around a glass, eyes following every and any naked body that walked by.

A waitress stopped by their table, her movements quick to place their order down. Her cleavage was almost spilling from her tight bra, her eyes finding Jack's, a sultry smile plastered across her face.

The music died down as the lights dimmed, the whole club becoming pitch black for a second or two, suddenly right after the stage was lit in cherry red tones. Slow rhythm played out inside the place, the sound of heels making all attention turn over.

Two hands wrapped around the pole, a body moving slowly, dancing to every beat.

Jack's full focus was to the front, his drink long forgotten, eyes analysing every move you made. You were beautiful. Your feet were strapped in heels, your legs seeming to go on for miles before reaching your waist, soft skin glistening under the flashy lights. Your breasts were covered with a dark sheer fabric, the tight hold leaving little up to no place for imagination. When Jack finally reached your face, you were looking straight at him. His icy stare met your eyes and they widened. You looked like you were sculpted by God himself, taking careful notice to each detail.

Still holding eye contact with the man in front of you, you slowly spun around the pole, a polite smirk flashed to anyone who threw dollar bills your way. Stopping yet again right in front of Jack, you slowly slid down to your knees. Your hands gliding over your chest, giving each breast a gentle squeeze.

You felt the music flowing through your veins, slowly crawling on your hands and knees to the front. You yet again sat on the back of your heels, your eyes slightly droopy, your bottom lips sitting between your teeth.

You could see Jack shift around, his legs spreading. Slightly lifting his hips, he pulled out his wallet, his Private Garden ring glistening while he grabbed a couple bills.

You slid on to the stage, fully laying down, your side facing the men, your back arching off of the floor. Your hands roamed your body to the beat, the lights still flickering making your head spin. For a moment you closed your eyes, feeling the energy flowing through your system.

When you fluttered them back open, Jack was looking over you, his frame barely able to reach over the stage. You rolled over to your stomach, spreading your thighs while staring straight at him. His hand flashed the green dollar bills and you slightly raised your brow at him.

The club owner has made it very clear, no touching from anyone.

Only now your mind was screaming at you to let him handle you, with or without the money.

Your eyes quickly ran to your thong and then back to his blue's, a silent message telling him to do it.

Soon after Jack caught on to it, his smirk widening while he carefully placed his hands on your hips. Two fingers slipping under the string of your panties, the rest sliding in the cash. He let the fabric go with a snap, the slight sting leaving a pleasurable sensation.

He left to go sit back down, your body still moving along the music.

Slowly, the music faded out, the lights dimmed, only your walking siluet seen in the dark.

Jack downed the last bits of his drink, waving something to Urban and getting up. He walked up to the back door, the hallway dark with security at the end. He confidently smiled at the guard, standing a few inches taller than the man.

" I'd like to meet the last performer." He whispered, the quiet mumbles echoing from the walls.

You heard your name being called from outside, slowly poking your head through the door, you yet again made eye contact with the icy stare.

" I'd like to talk in private." He said, his whole attention on you.

You nodded at the old security man, now fully out in the hall, your guard walking off a couple meters.

" So, what do you want?"

" I'm Jack." His hand reached out to touch yours, a slight shake embraced between you two.

" Y/n." Silence stretched in the air. You raised your eyebrow when he still made no effort to speak.

" Uhh, I just wanted to see if I could get your number." His voice held shakiness, his quiet tone showing just how nervous he got. A teasing smile was plastered on your face, your eyes ranking his body up and down. Not saying anything, you met his stare, and with your mouth shut, you turned around and shut the door in his face.

" Can I come in?"

" Wait!" You yelled out before he could open the door. " Just be patient!"

Jack on the other side sat on the bed. His weight leaning on the back of his palms, intensely staring up at the door.

It was only a couple moments after the reception, and as a newlywed couple you couldn't keep your hands off of eachother. When you knew that most of the guests were drunk enough, you both ran off, almost going down on eachother at the back of the car.

" Are you done?" Your husband asked, his patients slowly running thin.

" Yes!" You scanned your body for the last time, turning around and reaching for the knob. " Close your eyes!"

" I'm not closing my eyes."

" Please!"

Jack loudly sighed before doing as you requested. He could hear the door cracking open, your presence entering the room. Multiple footsteps sounded out and then he could feel the lights dimming, his only wish to see the surprise.

" You can open them now." In the speed of light his eyes shot open, immediately finding your frame in the doorway. Your body was angled just perfectly for the light to hit your curves, smooth skin glistening.

" You still have it, huh?" Jack asked with a knowing smirk, staring straight at the langerie set.

" Well, I thought about throwing it out," you slowly walked up to the bed, standing only a few inches from his knees. " but remembering all the memories. I just couldn't."

" And you made the right fucking choice." You could hear the excitement in his tone, his eyes droopy and filled with lust, staring down your whole body. He moved to get closer to you, sitting at the very end of the mattress, his hands making an effort to grab you.

" Uh, uh. No touching." You took a few steps back, the same teasing smile across your face, making imaginations of that night cloud Jack's mind. " Remember? You sit, I do the work."

A whine left his lips, annoyance clear in his face.

Your hips started moving in circles, hands running from your shoulders down your stomach, back up and squeezing your breasts. The tight lace hugged your curves perfectly. Colors of the fabric contrasting your skin tone making Jack throw heart eyes your way. You were moving to your own imaginary rhythm, your mind creating wild beats.

You strutted closer to your husband, bending down to comfortably sit on his lap, you made sure your warm center met his growing dick.

Your fingers ran across his shoulders, light touches meeting his neck and warming his chest. His shirt was halfway open, the jacket long lost somewhere. You were rubbing against his crotch, until the zipper of his pants met perfectly with your clit, a moan slipping past your lips.

" Fuck this." He quietly muttered before turning you both around. Your body landed on the mattress with a slight thud, your mind already clouded with the dirty thoughts. " I don't know who you think you are. But not allowing me to touch you? Especially on our wedding day? I can't allow that to fucking happen."

His rough tone sent shivers down your spine as you watched him fumble with his pants. When the fabric was bunched up around his ankles he kicked them away, now moving onto his shirt. His patients was running thin by that point, and with a simple thug the blouse was off, buttons flying everywhere.

" Jack." You let out a gasp, not expecting him to be acting this way.

" I don't have time for anything holding us back."

With the last words said he leaned down. His lips capturing yours into a sweet yet rough kiss. His hand explored your body, soft palms gliding over your skin leaving goosebumps as a trail behind. His knee was sitting in between your thighs, your pussy slightly meeting his leg. The slight contact made you crazy, it felt like Jack was teasing you, messing with your mind until the point of oblivion. When he moved a little bit closer, you started moving your hips, rubbing yourself against his thigh.

" Hold on." He slightly shifted away from you, only a couple seconds later going back to kissing your neck.

He made his way down your chest, his finger moving under your bra strap and pulling it off your shoulder. He buried his face in your cleavage, one hand going under your arched back to unclip your bra.

He wrapped his lips around your nipple, the warm sensation immediately making your nub harden. His teeth lightly grazed your flesh, your moans only growing louder by the second.

When he felt like he had abused your breasts enough, he only moved lower, leaving dark bruises all over your stomach. Jack made eye contact when he stopped at your panties. While intensely looking up at you, he leaned down and left a kiss right on top of your clit.

Sitting back up on his heels he forcefully removed the fabric from around your hips, it flying somewhere around the room. The action made you giggle, your soft laugh making your husband smirk.

And just like that it happened in a blink of an eye. One moment Jack was on his knees, the next, buried deep inside you pulling out sounds you didn't even know you could make.

His thrusts were violent, the rough speed making your legs shake. It felt like each hit got deeper and deeper, your walls clenching around him.

Your orgasm was building up, and without any warning you let go. Fireworks were set off in your mind, millions of butterflies hitting your cervix at the moment. His thrusts were becoming sloppy too, wet sounds and skin clapping filled the room as you felt Jack paint your walls.

Your breathing was heavy, both of you completely still.

Your chest moved up and down as you took a deep breath, his hand coming to glide over your cheek. His fingers caressed your skin, both of your bodies glistening from sweat.

" Round two?" Jack quietly asked, beginning to yet again thrust into you.

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sathina · 2 years

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I’ve had this concept in my head for the longest time and you would be the perfect writer for this . So picture this you and jack are at a fancy public event and he’s in a possessive alpha male mood (he’s also just really horny) so he finds a random room to fuck you ( I feel in this concept the reader and jack are married) and the sex is super rough with some breeding kink and dirty talk. BUT the most important part is that in the end you tell jack his cum is running down your thigh so he pushes it back in you with he’s fingers….yup ;)

A quick one

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - when ever, where ever, you're his and he's yours

Warnings - public sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, slightly rough sex, cum play

From the moment you walked through the door Jack hasn't let you leave his side. His arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you as close as possible.

Your hand was holding a glass of champagne, the crystal morphing into your hold as you looked around the room. Men and women dressed in fancy clothes mingled all over the dance floor, some laughing and swaying, others whispering about some serious business.

This wasn't your scene what so ever, but Jack pulled you along. Some charity event for rich people – as he said.

You were leaning against Jack's chest, your feet hurting from the heels you wore. You could feel the soft rumble of his voice as he talked, his hand slowly sliding up and down your arm, sending chills up your spine.

" You good?" You looked behind you to stare into his eyes, the same dark shadows dancing in them, a small smirk pulled across his face.

" Yeah, just a bit tired."

" Well, I know a way to take that tiredness away from you." He breathed into your hair while kissing your neck, the encounter from the side looking innocent and loving.

You chuckled as your fingers ran through his beard, the soft strand of hair slightly tickling your flesh. " You know we can't."

" Maybe not right here under the table, but somewhere a little more private."

" Jack-"

" There's a guy who's been eyeing you the whole night. If we leave and return a little fucked up maybe he'll back off. I don't like the way he's staring." His sight ran to the man who was now talking to someone from the bar.

" So it's your jealousy."

" I call that protectiveness, sweetheart." His hand grabbed your thigh, a quiet moan escaping your lips when he did so. " So what do you say?"

You would be lying if you said that you weren't turned on right now. The way he was so close to you, waiting for the moment you said, yes, to pull and push you, make you completely his even if it was for just a moment.

He was still molding against your thigh, so the only thing you could let out was a quick nod, but Jack still felt it. He felt the slight bop of your head, and when he was sure you were fine with it, he stood up.

His hand reached out to yours, pulling you up and right through the crowd.

" Baby, I can't walk this fast." But he didn't listen. He continued to pull you all the way down the hall, your quick footsteps echoing from the floor.

" Hey, I've been waiting for this bathroom for half an hour. Wait in line." You both looked at the dude standing against the wall. His facial expression slightly angry.

" Look, I get it. But I have this strong urge to fuck my beautiful wife, so-" Jack pulled his wallet out of his pocket, a fifty dollar bill flashing in his hands. " -take this, and piss somewhere else." He turned back to the door, his fist banging on it. " Your time's up. Get out."

Shortly after an elderly lady walked out, Jack not even batting an eye her way only pulled you in.

" I'm so sorry!" You called out before the wooden door shut, a locking sound ringing out later. " What the fuck was that? Fifty dollars?

" Ma, I didn't have any less and it didn't look like he wanted change." He didn't let you speak before smashing his lips against yours. The soft pillows tasted like liquor and sweet vanilla, perfect combination to get you whipped.

His tongue forcefully showed itself into your mouth, it softly moving to grab on to yours. He quickly hoisted you up on the counter, the place so small both of your bodies were pushed together tightly. His hands found your thighs, his lips marked your neck and cleavage, quiet sound escaping you.

It felt like he was everywhere, his touch so rough but yet so loving, making tiny tingles run all over your skin. " Need to fuck you, right now."

Not breaking any contact between you, the both of you fumbled with Jack's belt. The leather smooth and silky under your fingertips. You popped open the button, pushing his pants down, letting him scrunch up your dress. You were now flesh to flesh, both heated and full with lust.

His hooded eyes looked into yours, not giving you any time, his cock pushed itself deep into you, your lace panties previously discarded somewhere on the floor.

Your back hit the mirror with every thrust of his hips, cold glass against your hot skin.

His movements were rough, the fast pace upholding itself as he pulled out your breasts. Your nipples instantly shooting up as a reaction from the cool air. When his tongue latched on to one of them, your back arched, head thrown back, his face right in your chest.

Your moans only grew louder, screaming over every pleasurable hit you recieved.

" Ma, as much as I want that fucker to hear your pretty sounds, these are only for me and me only. So be a good little cock slut, don't make me mad, and shut that mouth." One of his thumbs made its way to your lips, forcefully pushing in as the other abused your clit.

You could feel stars forming when you tried to keep quiet. Jack's thick digit down your throat muffling your babbling.

At one point you thought that you will break the mirror, your body hitting it so hard you knew there would be bruises.

" I can feel you clenching. When I say you can cum, you will. Understand?" You didn't respond so he laughed. " Aww, is my baby too fucked up to give answers. Poor, stupid, little thing."

His words seemed to twist something inside your stomach. It felt new and refreshing, your high slowly climbing up as your frame bucked along his movements.

Your husband's own orgasm seemed to be approaching, his hips losing rhythm with every one of his thrusts.

" Cum." You felt like crying, the euphoric feeling rushing through your veins.

You stayed close to each other for a while, sync breathing in both of your lungs.

He slowly removed himself away from you, a hiss escaping your lips from the loss of contact.

You both fixed your clothing. Lifting up the straps of your dress, you searched for your panties.

" Lookin' for these?" Your eyes caught his hand, the lace fabric around his fingers.

" Give them to me."

" Nah, ah." He stopped you when you tried to reach for them. " I will keep these safe, you walk around bare for a couple more hours and then we go home. How does that sound?"

" Jack, your cum is quite literally dripping down my thigh." When you tried to wipe it off of your leg, he yanked your hand back.

" Now why would you waste something so precious?" His middle and ring finger ran up your inner thigh, collecting the white liquid. " Think about all the lil' babies this could make." His digits traveled to your hole, pushing it and pumping a few times before pulling out. " Open." He slid them in your mouth, sweet mix of your juices swirling on your tongue. " Now get your pretty ass out, and if something drips, you tell me."

Jack patted your butt, his wedding ring glistening with your saliva all over it.

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sathina · 2 years

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May I have a jack Harlow where y/n is an actress whose very good friends with Jack. What she doesn’t know is that Jack has been in love with her since they met at an awards show. One night she makes a special trip to see him with her friends and he sees her? He accidentally slips he loves her and they decide to take things to the next level , months later she gets pregnant with his baby?

A little different but with the same plot.

My girl

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - drunk words are sober thoughts

Warnings - jealousy, sexual themes, pregnancy, slight angst

" Is my lipstick smudged?" You quietly asked while the people around you were still mingling, trying to find their assigned seats.

" No, it's perfect."

" Thank you." Your hand came out to touch his shoulder, and Jack lost it. His head started to spin with rainbows and butterflies, imagining you both together, running in a field of flowers.

The once intimidating man was like putty in your hands. For the last few months he's been crushing hard. Throwing heart eyes your way, trying to get any physical contact. But you just seemed to always ignore it.

To him it almost felt like a dagger was stabbed into his back, the sharp end already moving into the fresh wound.

Jack watched you finally sit down, the dress slightly sliding down, a fabric slit revealing your bare thigh. He wanted to touch it. Grab it and mold it, smother it in kisses while being completely out in the space, dancing somewhere in his happy place. But he couldn't.

You didn't even know about his feelings, or maybe you did and just didn't like him. Whatever it was, was holding Jack back, and he hated it.

Before he could start a conversation with you, the movie started rolling, your voice blasting through the speakers.

He honestly couldn't even focus on the film, all of his attention based on you. The way your hair fell down your shoulders as you relaxed in the chair, your eyebrows scrunching whenever you saw something you didn't like, your lips sitting in a kissable pout. It was more than enough courage for him to scream his love for you. Leave everything behind just to be with you.

Until a flash of skin moved past the screen. His eyes quickly returned to watch your character. Your robe fell down your shoulders, standing completely bare in the full body shot.

You slowly made your way over to the bed, your hips swaying, a single shot getting your upper body from the front.

Jack had no shame to say that he wasn't imagining you spread on the bed right that moment. His hands grabbing your ass, tits sitting perfectly against his face. His mind was back in paradise.

And the boner was only becoming bigger the second you ran your palms against your breasts, traveling down your body. He was so ready to pull you out of that room, and then you started speaking. Your voice was shallow, shaky and deep even, the dark light around you creating a romantic feel.

You were mumbling something about a deal, and Jack honestly didn't pay much attention to any of it. The soft sound made him relax, until another sickening laugh made its way through the speakers. It was a man.

An honestly disgusting feeling ran over Jack as the camera revealed the voice's face. He was tall, lanky even. His character description didn't fit his looks, he just wasn't the right person to play the part.

Jack forcefully pulled his attention off the screen. In his mind, he was made to play the role. He could have done so much better, or maybe it was the thought of being close to you. To kiss you, hold you, hug you. He knew it was all just acting, but the ache in his heart screamed otherwise.

He looked around the room, everyone so interested in what was happening, not paying any mind to the people around them. His eyes ran over many heads, hair and hats covering his sight, and then appeared a set of eyes.

They were dark, shallow, the same pair he had seen only a couple seconds ago on the screen.

The man was looking straight at you, his eyes moved up and down your body, multiple times stopping at your thighs and cleavage.

At that moment Jack felt danger, he felt the need to protect, so without thinking twice he put his hand around your shoulders. It wasn't anything new, many times before he had secured you in his hold. You quickly looked at the man beside you and smiled, turning back to the movie, ignoring the feeling of him pulling you closer.

Jack on the other hand stared daggers into the dude sitting a few seats down, and that seemed to work. With a roll of his eyes he turned back, although not before throwing Jack a challenging look.

Flashing lights moved all around you as a random rap song played in the background. The table in your VIP section was filled with shots. Your friends throwing their heads back to swallow another drink.

Your own mind was buzzed too, the alcoholic cocktails finally taking notice.

All through the night Jack had drunk the most. Usually he wouldn't do this, he wouldn't want to wake up with a blaring headache and no memory of what he did or said. But tonight? Tonight it's what he wanted the most.

He wanted to forget everything he saw. He didn't want to remember the still hungry glances your costar threw your way, you looking back with the same interest.

His plan was working, at least up to this point. Jack did everything in his power to ignore you, but the feeling of missing you by his side made him curious. And that curiosity made him look up.

You were standing by the bar, your hand wrapped around a glass while the other held on to the counter. Your eyes were hazy and drooping, your chest only a few centimeters from a man. The same old costar.

It looked like he was trying to make you laugh, but you just looked bored. You sipped on your drink slowly while looking around, your eyes landing on Jack.

Your soft lips morphed into a soft smile, making a warm feeling spread inside of his stomach.

But it didn't last long. The man in front of you cradled your cheek, turning your head back to him, and letting his other arm wrap around your waist. The worst part of it all, you didn't even try to move. You stood there staring at him, and when he leaned closer, you didn't even blink.

Jack couldn't watch any more, he knew he had to get out before someone got hurt or he threw up.

Downing one last shot he turned to leave, the cold air immediately meeting his body. Taking a deep breath in and out, he leaned against the wall. It felt like the bricks were moving from the music thud inside.

He couldn't control his thoughts anymore, his head spinning at the speed of light. He wanted to scream, cry, yell, anything to make you know about his feelings. But at the same time, he didn't want to lose you. He didn't want to see you walk away, he didn't know what he would do to himself if he did.

The streets were still filled with night owl's, they were nowhere near quiet, although a lot more peaceful than inside.

His breathing returned back to normal, his back turned to the wall, head resting on it.

" Jack?" His eyes quickly turned to you. You were standing by the door, a concerned look across your face. " You, okay?"

" Yeah." He said quietly, breaking your intense eye contact.

" You sure? I saw you run out. Do you feel sick?" He wanted to scream, yes. Yes, he was, oh, so sick, but not for the reasons you were thinking of.

" Yeah, just-just needed air."

" Mm, well you know you can tell me what's bothering you at any time. Okay?"

" Okay."

Thick silence stretched over the both of you, now staring somewhere in the distance.

A minute or two later, with the corner of his eyes, Jack saw your body slightly shivering, the thin fabric of your dress not doing you any justice. Without second thought, he took off his jacket, the white dress shirt hugging his muscles, and in complete silence he handed it to you.

You smiled warmly at him, accepting his offer and putting it around your shoulders.

" If I tell you something, promise you won't leave me."

" What? Did you murder someone or something?" You chuckled at your own joke, but when you saw his face, your laughter died down. " I promise, Jack."

Letting a huff of air leave his lips, he spoke. " There's this one girl. She-she's just really sweet and caring, and I think I'm in love with her."

You would be lying if you said that it didn't hurt, because it did. Seeing him talk about some girl, so sweetly explaining her personality, it made you jealous. Jealous because you knew he was just your friend.

" Oh."

" But I don't think she likes me back though." You looked up to see him staring at his feet. The tall man looked so vulnerable right at this moment. " She just kissed someone else."

" Oh, Jack-"

" And you know what's even funnier?" You just stayed quiet and stared at the man in front of you. " That girl, she's wearing my jacket right now."

It took time for you to process what he said, the wheels spinning in your head told you that you imagined it, that it was the answer you wanted to hear.

" Jack-"

" No. Don't tell me I'm drunk and that I don't know what I'm saying, because I do. And by the way you're the one who always says drunk words are sober thoughts."

You were completely speechless right now. It seemed like time had stopped, all the other noises turning into complete silence.

" I didn't kiss him."

" What?"

" I didn't kiss him. I saw you walk out and went after you, I pushed him away." Jack stared at you, you could see the time stopping around him too. " I don't like him"

" Then tell me who you like."

" Well, it's a boy with curly hair, and he likes shoes, good shoes. Oh, and he's obsessed with ranch, like he could eat it alone like ice cream. And he's tall, I have to crane my neck everytime I want to look into his beautiful eyes. And-"

He pulled you close by your waist, your faces almost inches apart.

" On the scale of one to ten, how okay are you kissing me right now?"

" If ten is completely fine, then eleven."

" Okay."

Your lips smashed together. It was a sweet, gentle peck, slowly turning passionate. Both of you were molding against each other like the finest pieces of clay. Slow but yet so rough. Soft but still with a sharp tint.

Jack's tongue explored your mouth, dancing the most challenging tango.

The next five months ran by in a blur. Any chance you got, you both would be wrapped in sheets, naked bodies rolling against each other.

You really didn't think of anything at the given moment, you just wanted to feel him closer. And now you were living through the consequences.

Your and Jack's eyes were wide open, staring quietly at the test in front of you.

Two red stripes.

" Is this real?" You couldn't even get any words out, only able to nod your head briefly. " You're carrying my child?" You nodded yet again. " With my DNA?" Another one. " I'm gonna be a dad." You hummed, yes. " I'm gonna be a dad!"

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sathina · 2 years

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Hey! I’m so glad you’re taking requests for jack Harlow. 😍

Yes ofcourse!

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sathina · 2 years

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Could you do something like where Jack sees y/n for the first time somewhere and is interested and later on when he goes to speak to her he sees that she has a baby daughter but he still talks to her anyways and interacts with the baby because he doesn’t mind

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

You had caught Jack’s eye as he moved around the field with the team as the kick about started. It was quite obvious to Urban as he watched his friend only become more distracted. “What’s wrong?” Urban asked after the stretches were finally completed. “Nothing.” Jack muttered; his eyes still moving to the seats. “What, someone caught your eye?” Urban asked again and stepped closer before looking to see what Jack was looking at. “Maybe.” He whispered, looking at you once more before moving to play. He kicked the ball about and tried to shake you from his thoughts; surely he’d be able to find you afterwards.

You relaxed into your seat as you watched the game in front of you. Your new friend had persuaded you to attend after you’d moved into a new home in Kentucky. It was just you and your baby girl right now, and that was okay. You didn’t need anyone else. Especially not her deadbeat father. Thankfully, your mother was able to look after her whilst you enjoyed the game and afterwards you would meet up with them both. “Are you enjoying it?” Your new friend asked from beside you. “Yes, it's a nice day out. Thanks for inviting me.” You babbled and turned to her, sipping on your drink.

“Of course.” She hummed and the game continued. “Anyone caught your eye?” She giggled into your ear. “Oh, no. I’m not here for that.” You whispered. You couldn’t even think about anything like that at this point in your life. She only smiled in sympathy, something you hated but you let it go this time.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” You called after her; slightly thankful the game was over as you began to miss your baby. A wave was your answer as you moved into the parking lot; phone in hand as you waited. Thankfully, the summer air kept you from being cold as you lent against your car. “Mama.” You looked to the side and saw your one year old in your mother’s arms, reaching for you. “Hey baby.” You reached for the little love and brought her close to your chest. “Thanks for having her.” “Of course.” You hugged and watched her leave; her house only a couple of blocks away.

“Ready to go?” You hummed down at your daughter, playing with a lock of her hair as you tried to find your keys. She only burrowed into you some more before you were both interrupted by a call.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” You recognised the man approaching you. His curls had been unmistaken on the field. “It’s okay,” You nearly whispered as you watched your daughter become curious. Jack could only stare for a moment and saw the little girl in your arms; for some reason, it only made him want you even more. “You were good out there.” You found yourself speaking and you wondered why. “Now I know you are lying.” Jack hummed. You giggled with a soft blush. Okay, so maybe he hadn’t been the best player. But he was the cutest. “Maybe a little.” You nearly giggled again. You hadn’t been so comfortable with someone like this in so long.

“And who is this cutie?” Jack hummed and your daughter giggled at the attention; her hands moving to his curls almost instantly. “Bel..” Your baby babbled out as Jack leaned to stroke her chubby cheek. “That’s a pretty name…and what’s your mama’s name?” Jack thought he was being slick. “I’m Y/N.” You giggled out your introduction whilst Jack just watched. His eyes are bright at your reactions. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jack.” His hand moved to shake yours, which was so smooth and you nearly stroked him. “Was there something you wanted in particular?” You found yourself asking.

“Maybe a number?” Jack asked confidently and for some reason that only made him hotter in your eyes. “Oh..my number?” You babbled out as Belle continued to giggle; pulling both your attention towards her. Jack nodded, a sweet smile to your daughter as he waited for your answer. The worry he had slowly increased. “Hmm, maybe I need a date first.” You teased with a wink as you stepped back. Your fingers playing with your daughter’s hair. “How will I do that if I don’t have your number?” Jack smirked, moving to follow you as you opened your car. “Oh, I think you can figure it out. A connected boy like yourself.”

Jack could only watch you drive away. A smirk playing on his lips. Oh, this chase would be fun, he thought to himself. He wasn’t even put out in the slightest at your baby girl. A little fun couldn’t hurt anybody, right? Jack moved onto his phone and began to search for you like the little stalker he could be.

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Fantasy

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - everything written on a piece of paper, can become the dirtiest fantasy

Warnings - smut reading, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem), slightly rough sex

You felt the heat between your thighs rise by the passing seconds. Your imagination running wild to see the things that are written on the page.

When he was close enough, he pressed his lips to hers, quickly swiping her tongue and leaving him in charge. His kisses traveled down towards her neck, arms wrapped around her shoulders. Her own head was thrown back, breathless moans filling the room.

You were so into it you didn't even notice the door opening, heavy footsteps making their way over. As your eyes scanned the page, you felt a soft hand touch your thigh.

Quickly your heart beat picked up, your body jumping from the shock.

" Jack!" you threw the book down, looking up at the man smirking over you. " You scared me." You breathed out clutching your chest.

" Oh, I'm sorry, ma." Still, the teasing smile didn't leave his face. Instead, his gaze traveled to the book, the shiny cover out in the open. " And what kind of fine literature has got my baby rubbing her thighs like that?"

Before you could even process what was happening his hand already reached out, grabbing the book before you could tell him otherwise.

" No, Jack-" He didn't listen to your pleading though, ironically skipping to the chapter you were on only a few moments ago. " His hands traveled down to her thighs, giving them both a gentle squeeze before grabbing the hem of her shirt." The man above you quietly mumbled out, chuckling to himself. " You into this shit?"

When you didn't answer he only laughed louder.

Your eyebrows pulled together, lips settling into a soft pout. " Stop it. You don't see me making fun of what you're reading, do you?" Snatching the book out of his hands you turned around, placing it on the nightstand.

You pretended to be busy with the bed, tugging and pulling on the sheets. Jack on the other hand was still laughing, one hand on the wall to keep him steady. But when he finally processed your word his chuckles died down, now only a small smile still visible on his face.

" C'mon. I'm only teasing." Jack crawled up behind you, his hands landing on your hips, his lips meeting your shoulder briefly. " And besides, we could recreate some of that stuff. Don't you think?" His palms moved lower, lightly tracing down your thighs.

" No. I don't want to memorize a script while we're having sex." You tried to get up, but a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his lap.

" Who said anything about memorizing, mama? You can just read and I'll do the job."

" Jack…"

He turned you around so you were facing him, hands still lightly resting on your hips. " Just tell me what they were doing."

With moments of complete silence you spoke up yet again. " They're in the kitchen." Your voice was small, quiet against the heavy heartbeat in your chest.

" Continue."

" He has her up on the counter." Jack moved to sit you up on your own, quickly moving beside you and picking you up bridal style.

" Will the vanity work?"

" Yes…" you breathed out. The excitement was pumping in your veins, your blood boiling.

You were still in his arms while he walked to the farthest wall, your stuff was cluttering the whole wooden surface. While you were looking into his eyes you heard a crash, quickly you were dropped off on top of the vanity, your makeup and hair stuff on the floor beside it.

Your eyes scanned the mess, your favorite blush clearly broken in pieces.

" Jack! Why did you-"

" I promise I'll buy you ten more. Now tell me what happened next."

You looked back at him, his own eyes filled with lust.

" I-I don't know. I haven't gotten any further." He only smirked and turned around, quick footsteps leading their way to the nightstand.

Your own desire only grew stronger watching his muscles flex under the thin material of his wife beater.

He shortly returned with the book, handing it to you with a soft smile. His warm palms found their way back to your thighs, squeezing and molding them between his fingers.

You flipped it open, the numbers engraved in your mind so you wouldn't forget a single word.

" So?"

" Uhh, the guy, he's shirtless by the way." Jack pulled off his shirt, only for a second breaking the contact between you.

" What happens next, sweetheart?"

You cleared your throat, your hands slightly shaking, your eyes barely being able to focus. " His hands traveled down to her thighs, giving them both a gentle squeeze before grabbing the hem of her shirt. ' The breakfast…' " you read out loud, at the same time feeling Jack's hands doing everything the story is telling. " 'Baby, I wanna have my meal first.' The thin fabric was pulled from her body, cool air hitting her bare skin. As he slowly crouched down, his lips moved to her chest, hands palming and grabbing the soft flesh. ' I love you.' "

He quickly pulled your shirt off, mouth meeting your boobs as he too fell to his knees.

" C'mon, continue reading."

" Uhhh, she moaned in response when his teeth grazed her nipple, her fingers running through his curly hair, b-brushing out the morning knots. He finally fell to his knees, spreading open her legs, he quickly bent down. His tongue running up and down her folds–" a whine fell past your lips when you felt Jack's mouth on your pussy, the vibrations you were feeling explained perfectly on paper. With a trembling voice, you kept reading out loud. " –thumb circling her clit a-as she wrapped her legs around his broad shoulders. It only pushed him in further. She started rocking her hips against his face, hands still pulling at his hair strands, the pressure making him moan, sending vibrations through her w-whole body."

His tongue met your clit, lazy figures eight drawn over the small, sensitive bud. Your moans only grew louder, he was licking and swallowing, tasting any and every piece of you.

You honestly forgot where you were, the intoxicating feeling making your head spin, your mind turning blank.

" Keep reading, mama." Jack quickly said before returning to his delicious meal.

" Sh-she felt like a mess. Eyes tightly shut, red blush on the tip of her nose and cheeks, pornographic moans spilling out like a-a prayer. And when she felt the usual feeling of her stomach tightening, legs shaking and breath hitching, he pulled away. S-she let out a desperate whine while he only smirked, his lips glossy, coated in her wetness." The man below you stuck his tongue out, shaking his head from side to side, your pussy lips moving with him. " Mhm, ' I-I wanna feel you.' He quickly hosted her up in his arms, swiftly placing her on the counter and leaning in a kiss."

And Jack did just that. He rose from his kneeling position, his hair now messy, his lips glossy. Just like in the book.

" So, what's next?"

" It was a s-sweet, wet, hungry kiss. His mouth was perfectly molding against hers as his hands untied the knots of his apron. The fabric falling off somewhere on the kitchen f-floor."

Your boyfriend undid his sweats, the material falling down to his ankles, only to be kicked farther away from you two. He gave you an encouraging nod, silently telling you to keep reading.

" He pulled h-her closer, his palm moving up and down his dick. He quickly placed the tip, and with a thrust of his hips, he placed himself in her. Th-the feeling was magical, she was so full again, while he was feeding off of the feeling of her sq-squeezing him." And when Jack did the same, the book was long forgotten.

It fell to the floor with a thud, both of you completely ignoring the sound.

His hips were molding into yours at the speed of light. Every hit pushed you closer and closer to your release.

" Fuck." Your soft voice croaked out, your mouth was wide open, head thrown back, skin glistening with a thin coat of sweat.

Jack adored the sight in front of him. With hooded eyes he watched your back arch, your chest pushing into his as you came undone in his arms, his hips still moving, still chasing his own release.

" I-I can't…"

" C'mon, baby. I know you can. Be a good girl, okay? Make me cum."

And you did, you squeezed around him, arching and whining, moaning right beside his ear, in the process, cumming yourself, yet again.

When his movements stilled, you both were out of breath, leaning on each other's shoulder.

" I'll run you a bath, okay." Jack asked in a silky smooth voice, the deep cracks still making you shudder.

" Yeah, that would be nice."

#jack harlow #fanfic #jack harlow angst #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n

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sathina · 2 years

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bestfriend au where reader catches jack “enjoying himself” to her pictures

AN:Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

You had been out most of the day as you wandered around Kentucky and collected everything for Urban’s surprise party. He was such a baby and only enjoyed certain things so of course you made the hunt for them. Thankfully, it didn’t take you too long and you could return back to Jack. He had only been back a couple of days from his European tour.

The relationship was still new, only a couple of months in but it really hadn’t changed anything; no wonder your friends were hardly surprised when it was announced. And don’t even get into Jack’s fans; you felt nearly insulted by the lack of response. They just seemed to think so, which was quite amusing.

“Jack.” You softly called whilst opening the door. You held the bag of too many gifts but you enjoyed spoiling your boys. There was no answer as you moved into the kitchen and placed the bags down. You couldn’t hear anything else and decided on moving up the stairs. You kicked off the stylish flats and removed your jacket. You were about to call out his name again when some sounds moved over you. A look of confusion came across your face. It wasn’t long before you made it to the bedroom; the familiar moans of Jack echoing out. The sight that greeted you was more than hot; it was damn near erotic.

His hand moved up and down his cock. It looked like Jack had just come out of the shower as his curls dripped with water. Your mouth watered at the sight as you subtly rubbed your thighs together. It was wild how much pent up tension you had both had and the first month of the relationship had been near enough all sex. The emotional side of things had been there for years and you both had been dying to just touch each other and be intimate. “Fuck..” Jack’s sounds brought you back to the present as you looked back at him. His phone was in one hand and you wondered if that’s where he stored the porn he watched.

“Jack..” You softly whispered out. Your tone teasing as you smirked. His reaction had you giggling as the phone fell onto the bed. “Y/N…” Your name fell out of his mouth like a breathless moan. “What are you doing?” You giggled out and wondered how many times Jack did this in shared rooms or joint hotel rooms. “Nothing..”He mumbled and you raised an eyebrow as you moved closer to the bed. His hand is still slowly moving up and down his cock now. “No?” You hummed, enjoying this a little more than you should. You crawled onto the bed; kicking off your shoes as you moved to settle at the side of him. Your body hummed in desire as you leaned in and passionately captured his soft lips. Your hand moved to replace his. “What were you looking at?” Jack only blushed as you asked. Your much softer hand moved over his hard cock as you teased his head. Your nails moved over him had Jack’s head falling back. You slowed your movements when he didn’t answer you. You only raised your eyebrow to him, “You don’t want to answer?” You hummed cheekily. Jack only moaned out your name. “Me?” You couldn’t let it go. “Yes…you. I was looking at you.” He babbled out breathlessly as you finally quickened your pace.

“Is this the first time?” You couldn't help but ask; your curiosity got the better of you as your hand continued stroking. Jack softly shook his head, “No..not at all.” He babbled out and you couldn’t help but giggle. You shook your head before leaning in and passionately capturing his soft lips. As you leaned away from his lips; you settled yourself to take his hard cock into your hot mouth and began to lick. You moaned against him; sending vibrations onto his cock before you moved to focus on his head. Your eyes locked onto his once more and watched his reaction as you took more of him in.

You began to bob your head and took him all in. His hand moved into your hair and softly guided you. You softly sucked on him some more; your tongue moving up and down his length with your eyes never moving from him. His hold on you only tightened as his climax was soon approaching. “Fuck, you are so good.” He purred his praises and stroked your head as you quickened your pace. You moaned and sent vibrations onto him once more as your eyes flashed open to watch him. His head had fallen back and he kept you close as he began to rock into your hot mouth, chasing his release.

A release that soon came as he thrusted once more before cumming inside your mouth. You moaned and softly licked up and down his length. You teased him with kitten licks as his soft gasps sounded out. He whined some more before you finally leaned away from him. His hand moved up and down your arm as he pulled you closer. “I love you.” He whispered, brushing your noses together and you softly blushed before burrowing into his neck. Your bodies moved against each other as you hugged. The sheets pulled up and covered you both as you rested your head on his chest. “I love you too.” You hummed.

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Midnight

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - you did everything to keep him with you as long as you could

Warnings - quicky, slight spit play, choking, masturbating, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk

You heard shuffling in the far end of the room before you opened your eyes. Jack's back was facing you, his hands working to pull his pants up.

" Where are you going?"

His head whipped around in the speed of light, eyes slightly wide and fingers still buckling his belt. " Shit, didn't mean to wake you up." He marched towards you now fully dressed, leaning over and putting a strand of hair behind your ear. " I totally forgot that I had the studio signed today. Don't worry I'll be back in a couple hours. Just go back to sleep."

Now fully awake you slightly frowned up at him. " But, Jack. For you, a couple hours means the whole night. I'm not sleeping alone again. Can't I just come with you?"

He sighed and shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. " It's a song for you. I can't have you hearing all of the lyrics."

And it was true. For the past few weeks you've been nagging him to let you go with him. Coming up with excuses and sometimes even showing up at the studio alone, you just weren't a person for surprises.

" Please. At the end I'll probably be the last person to hear the full song anyway. I'll leave after thirty minutes, in that time I'm gonna hear only a few lines. It's not gonna do any harm."

" Baby, the answer is no." With that he turned on his heel and headed to the door.

Your brain ran miles to think of another excuse, at least to keep him here longer. " But, I'll miss you. And she'll miss you too."

" She?"

" Yeah. You haven't touched her in a while." You could feel the smirk growing on his face even with his back turned towards you. " She's not really happy about that."

He turned around and walked right to you, halting only a few centimeters in front of you. You were sitting up now, legs dangling off the side of the bed, your bare chest rising and falling in the dim moonlight.

His hand reached out to cup your jaw, pulling you slightly forward. " She'll have to wait then, I don't want to be late."

Still having the grip on you, Jack's eyes ranked all over your body. He licked his lips while staring down at you, and when you knew you had his full attention, you let your fingers slip. Your digits ran down your stomach, slipping right between your legs. They slowly started to circle your aching clit, quiet whines and groans spilling out with each movement.

" Jack…" you moaned out, peering back up at him and seeing his head thrown back. His eyes were fully shut, you could hear his breathing get heavier with the seconds passing. " I think she's been a good girl."

You layed back down, fingers never leaving your bud as you spread your thighs open. You too let your eyelids fall, feeling his hands on your hips, hearing his knees hit the floor.

" Fuck." He muttered under his breath while he watched you. He stared at your hand working through your folds, wet sounds filling the overall quiet room.

You stayed like that for a minute or two, rubbing yourself while Jack breathed down on you, making your head spin around. When you reached closer to your orgasm, you let go of your clit, legs slightly shaking from your own teasing. The man in front of you let out an amused chuckle, knowing just how easy it was to work you to your breaking point.

" C'mon, do that again." He pulled your hand back, taking your middle finger and pushing it closer to your center. " Make this pussy feel good."

And you did. You shoved in your digit up to your knuckles, quickly starting to move it in and out. Your breathing got heavier and your moans grew louder, but not once did you break your eye contact with Jack.

" Yeah, feels good?" He smirked, slight teasing was heard in the tone of his voice. " Are you thinking about my cock right now?"

You both knew it was the truth, but a side of you wanted to know how far he could go without shoving his dick deep in you.

" My fingers are doing great."

" But the question is who can do it better."

Feeling brave you dragged him further. " Right now I feel the same way when your cocks is inside of-" And that's all it took. You couldn't even finish your sentence before he pulled your hand out and pushed his pants down.

His hand wrapped around your wrists, his strong grip holding them in place over your head, his dick running between your folds.

" You can't just hold your fucking mouth shut can you? Look at you now, not so brave, huh?" He pushed himself in, not giving you time to adjust, he thrusted into you.

His hips met yours in an ungodly speed, the movements making your breasts bounce, the bed creaking with every hit.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth wide open, brows scrunched tightly together.

" You like this? I should fuck you like this all the time?" You felt a glob of saliva drop on your tongue, two fingers shoving it to the back of your throat. " Swallow, mama."

When you did his hand didn't leave, it only pushed further making you choke out a moan as you came. His thrusts didn't stop though. Jack rammed into you even faster, his hips becoming sloppier as his movements started slowing.

It felt like you were cumming again and again before he pulled out, the mixture of both of you spilling out your hole.

Heavy breaths filled the hot air, you could barely keep your eyes open.

" I'm gonna be gone for no more than three hours." He said while fixing his clothes. " In that time I want you to shower and put on that little set I bought for you last week. I'm not done with you just yet." When he was about to turn around, his phone started ringing, Urban's name flashing across the screen.

" I'm on my way." Jack spoke into the small device, his eyes never leaving yours.

He kept the phone pressed to his ear, his lips mouthing a few words your way, before he disappeared into the darkness.

' Your time starts now, ma.'

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Angry sex with jack his jealousy gets the best of him

AN:Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

You watched from the sidelines as Jack moved around the place; kicking the ball and looking too damn good whilst doing it. “I thought you were on the team this year?” Urban asked as he sat beside you. “Oh, I hurt my foot last weekend.” You looked over to him, chuckling at your own clumsiness.

Urban only laughed and moved to take his camera out, “And why are you not playing?” You hummed, leaning back against the chair. “Camera duty.” Urb looked over at you and sweetly took a photo of you. “Hmm, I think you play on that.” You teased him with a soft giggle before turning to Jack.

He shot a soft smile over to you and a little wave. You still got butterflies when he gave you attention and softly ducked your head with a blush. You didn’t notice the camera man looking at you too as you moved and your soft cotton summer dress moved up your thigh and showed off those smooth legs. You began to scroll through your phone as you leaned back into the chair and moved onto your instagram. Neelan seemed to be on live and you clicked on to watch. You still didn’t notice the attention on you. But you did notice the comments flooding in.

Harlow’swhore: What’s Jack staring at?? Neelan, move the camera..please ! Jackinthebox: Dude, focus on the game! You aren’t that good to be distracted. Urbanwyatt: You guys know only one person distracts him like this.

Your confusion only grew across your face as you placed the phone down and wondered who Urban was talking about. A spark of jealousy moved through you. You crossed your legs again and debated on asking Urb what he knew. Not that you had long to think about this before your boyfriend was in front of you. “Hey, is that game finished?” You whispered up at him; a soft smile coming over your face as you moved to stand. “Yeah, you good?” Jack hummed, his tone sharp but his touch still gentle as he placed a lock of your hair around your ear. His arm moved over your shoulder as he looked over to Urban for a moment. “Yep.” You took his hand as you answered.

“Can you come with me?” He whispered into your ear but he began leading you from the field before you could even answer. “Hmm, Jack, where are we going?” You looked up at him and only gained no answer. He tugged you into the more private area and seemingly stumbled across an empty office. “What’s wrong?” You asked again as Jack locked the door behind you both. “You really don’t know?” He grumbled. He stepped closer, backing you up against the wall as you shook your head. Those blues of his were dark in desire and you wondered what had him this way. “I’m sick of people thinking they can have you.” Jack mumbled into your ear.

His hands moved up and down your sides as he leaned in and passionately smashed your lips together. Your eyes widened at the passion coming your way but your fingers still made it into his curls. “Baby…we can’t.” You whispered into his ear as your head turned towards the door that only separated you from the people. His hand slowly moved over your mouth as his free hand moved up your dress. “Jack..” You mumbled against him even as your desire only grew. Your hand moved to his chest as if to push him away, but you truly didn’t want that. Jealous Jack was the hottest thing to exist; even if you weren’t sure why he was feeling this way.

You couldn’t get any words out as his lips moved onto yours once more. You moaned and arched into him some more. He roughly tugged your soaked thong down before cupping your wet pussy. “Jack..” HIs name fell from your lips again as his free hand moved to tug his sweat pants down. Those blues of his locked onto your own eyes as he leaned in; brushing your noses together as his hand moved to the wall. Those arms of his distracted you for a moment and it was enough for his hard cock to brush against your soaked folds. You whimpered as he hit your clit again and again.

“Fuck, you are always so wet.” He teased in your ear as he slowly pushed inside you. You could only whine and look up at him. “All for me?” Jack purred. You nodded as the delicious stretch came over you. “Yes..” You softly gasped out and that seemed to calm him for a moment before his harsh thrusts began. His hands moved up to cup your clothed breasts and began to palm them as he moved deeper inside you. Your soft moans easily fell from your lips and began to echo around the room; Jack made no move to quiet you down now. “You are mine, aren’t you?” Jack purred into your ear as his hand moved to play with your soaked pussy.

“Yes…always.” You whispered out, arching into him as his rubbing of your sensitive clit quickened. It seemed to calm Jack for a moment but his thrusts were still so deep and harsh; taking your breath away. You reached for him as your legs wrapped around his middle and brought him even closer. Your stomach was already tightening in pleasure as he hit your spot perfectly. “Good girl.” Jack whispered his praises once more before smashing your lips together and nibbling on your bottom lip. His thrusts never calmed down as lost himself in the pleasure; not that you were any better.

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut

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