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Baby Blues
First Lady of Private Garden Fic
AN: mature topic ahead, mentions of postpartum depression
Synopsis: The two of you are at odds once again, and deep down, Jack knows that there is something wrong with his wife but can't figure out what it is. He makes it his mission to get down to the bottom of it in order to help you.
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
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You massaged your temples as you sat down on your bed finally able to take a breather. All three babies had been officially home for two months and instead of it getting easier, you felt as if it was getting harder. Jack had been sent to the store by you to get more formula since your milk supply hadn't been that great lately. Probably due to the fact that you were barely eating, but that was another conversation.
The hope was that they would at least sleep for two hours so that you could lay down yourself, but you knew that it probably wouldn’t work out in your favor. You and Jack were still at odds and it would be sometimes awkward with both of you at home with the triplets which was 98% of the time. After almost losing you, that definitely took a toll on him, but the two of you would still argue about unnecessary things that wouldn't matter twenty four hours later.
In your mind you were trying your absolute hardest while trying to recover from having them since it hadn't been anything but easy. At this point, you didn't want to divorce him. Possibly legal separation, but the thought of divorcing him completely had never crossed your mind. Despite what had gone on in your marriage, at the end of the day you still loved him and couldn't see yourself living without him.
The front door opened indicating that Jack was back and you soon heard his footsteps as he made his way upstairs. He peeked in your bedroom and saw you sitting on the bed and staring off into space.
He leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead and you gave him a weak smile.
“You feel okay, today?” He asked as he sat down next to you, but you just shrugged.
“I don't know. I just…” You got quiet and didn’t finish your sentence.
“Baby, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong.” Jack replied as he grabbed your hand to place in his.
“I don't need any help. I'm fine.”
“Y/N, why are we doing this again? You're shutting me out and I'm trying to understand what is happening with my wife.”
“Hmm, so now you want to try and understand? You weren't concerned with how I felt basically the entire year in 2022 so why now?”
“I already apologized for that and I thought we moved past that.”
“Who moved past it? Because I didn't.”
“Why do we ALWAYS do this?” Jack exclaimed while throwing his hands up towards you, but all you did was attempt to put your excuse of hair into a ponytail because you didn’t know the last time you actually brushed it.
“We always don’t do anything, you brought it up so I answered your question.” You fired back while looking at the two mismatched socks on your feet.
“I’m trying here so the least you can do is cut me some slack!”
“Jackman, if this is what you call trying to at least attempt to act like you care about this marriage, this is one hell of a poor job.”
“Here we fucking go. Don’t you think that if I wanted a divorce or to separate from you that I would have done it already?” Jack asked and you could tell he was immediately filled with regret as his eyes went wide and all you did was stare at him.
“There’s still time to go to the courthouse today if that’s your heart’s desire since it’s only eleven in the morning. But let’s be serious I saved your fucking image because come the fuck on, I could have thrown your ass under the bus. No matter how you mistreated me and put your wife, someone that you gave your last name to on the back burner, I still did right by you. As much shit as you did and it wasn’t a secret, it got played out for the entire world to see but yet, I never spoke bad about you ONE TIME. Because as much as you constantly give me headaches, I love you and I do want to save this marriage. But if I’m the only one trying then fuck it. The one thing that really sticks out in my mind is when I actually did fight Anitta and you didn’t even ask me if I was okay, not once. Despite how she had acted towards me ever since she met me. I told you how I felt about her and all you did was ignore me in order to try and boost your career. The career that I helped you create, but whatever.” You simply shrugged your shoulders and tried to walk past Jack, but he caught your wrist and lightly tugged on it.
Deep down, he knew that he had been difficult towards you and it had been hard to process his emotions and Jack did feel some type of way about how he had treated you. He broke the one promise to you when you told him not to ever forget where he came from or the people that helped him get to where he was, but now he had done the exact opposite and the fame had got to his head.
It took him hearing it from his mother to finally realize it
“Y/N…. wait a second.”
All you did was turn to look up at him and let out a deep sigh.
“I promise to do better and do right by you….. And them. I’m sorry I just…. I know for a fact that I have to be better about expressing how I feel towards you and a few months ago, I thought that I was going to lose you forever. Please don’t ever think that I don’t love you because I do. I love you more than life itself and just for the past year I haven’t been the best husband that I could be and want to get back in your good graces and fix this. I’m tired of us fighting and we have three little ones that don’t need to grow up in a dysfunctional household. You know for a fact that divorce would never be an option for me on my end. I was serious when I asked you to marry me at nineteen and I’m still serious now.”
“It’s not just us anymore and they should always be your first thought.” You quietly said as you could hear through the baby monitor that they were awake.
“I’ll…. Go make an appointment with Fatima after I check on them.”
The two of you had been seeing a marriage counselor named Fatima and you could tell that she was genuine and also wanted the best for the two of you.
“That sounds like a good idea.” You quietly answered as you simply hugged yourself in your pink oversized sweater that Jack bought you years ago, not bothering to make eye contact with him.
“We’re going to get through this, baby. One step at a time.” Jack quietly said as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.
All you did was nod in response as you sat down on the bed and simply stared off into space.
Jack simply sighed as tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he walked out of your shared bedroom and was on his way to the triplets room when he pulled out his phone to do a quick google search.
He knew that something was wrong.
What are the signs of postpartum depression?
Insomnia.
Fatigue.
Poor appetite.
Mood swings.
Irritability.
As Jack kept reading the symptoms on the list, just about every one of them he had seen in you over the past month and he was kicking himself for not noticing sooner.
You were hurting and he was simply adding to it which was the last thing that he would have ever wanted to do. After checking on the triplets, he would text Fatima and look more into getting you help for this because this had to be the only explanation for what was going on with you. After coming home, you had been so happy and now it seems like a switch went off and you were the complete opposite. Jack quickly wiped away his tears before making his way into the triplets room to see Axel wide awake and staring at him. He quickly picked him up and cuddled him closer to his chest.
“Axel, I have to figure out what's going on with your mother and get her the help that she needs. I want for her to be able to see the three of you grow up, but if she keeps going how she is right now, that might not happen. I'm trying to be a better husband and a good father to you three, but I don't think I'm doing such a good job.” He quietly confessed as he brought him downstairs in order to make a bottle for him.
As he waited for it to heat up, he saw you come into the kitchen and attempted to take Axel from him. But you quickly heard his protests.
“Baby, go lay down. I got them. You're tired.”
“I'm fine. I can feed him.”
“Y/N, please just listen to me. Did you even sleep at all last night? You aren't fine.” Jack asked as you looked away from him and he knew that he had his answer.
“I need for you to rest. Don’t worry about them.”
“But…”
“Please don't argue with me. I know when my wife is tired.”
“Okay.” You quietly said as you made your way back upstairs.
When Jack had woken you up by kissing yojr forehead, it was starting to get dark outside and as you sat up in bed you simply sighed.
“Baby, come on. I ran bath water for you.” Jack didn't wait for a response as he grabbed your hand and led you into the bathroom and began to help you take off your clothes.
You glanced down at your scar across your abdomen and quickly looked away. It was still hard for you to look at seeing that you almost lost your life.
Jack helped you sit down in the bathtub and kissed your cheek and made sure you were settled.
“I'll get some clothes for you to wear and put them out on the bed and I'll order you some food. Wing Stop okay?”
You nodded your head as Jack left the bathroom, but he made sure to keep the door cracked in order to be able to hear you if you needed him. Ten minutes had probably passed before the tears started streaming down your face and they wouldn't stop no matter how hard you tried.
You were trying to stay quiet so that Jack wouldn't hear you, but he did once he had heard a loud sob. He immediately stopped what he was doing to go in the bathroom to check on you and the sight in front of him broke his heart.
“Baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Did something happen?”
At this point your knees were to your chest as your head was resting on top of them and your arms were hugging your legs as you continued to sob.
“Jack…” You started to say before letting out another sob.
“Yes? Baby, you're scaring me. Tell me what's wrong.” He asked again as he was now sitting on the side of the tub next to you.
“That's the problem! I don't know! I'm so sad all the time. Why do I feel like this?”
“We're going to get you help. Whatever I have to do I'm going to make sure that my wife is okay.”
“Do you promise?” You asked in a whisper as you turned to look at him.
“I promise. You aren't going to feel like this forever if I have anything to do with it. I want you to get back to being your happy bubbly self. I haven't left your side since you got pregnant and I'm not leaving now. We're going to get through this.” Jack told you as he brushed some of your hair out of your face that had fallen out of the ponytail.
You nodded as Jack grabbed the Mielle shampoo that you used for your hair and began to massage it through your scalp. He didn't even know the last time you had washed it and figured that he would do it for you so that it was one less thing that you had to worry about.
As Jack washed your hair for you and conditioned it, your thoughts were running rampant. The last thing you wanted was to feel like this and you wanted to be the best possible mother to the triplets. You deserved it and they deserved it with as hard as it was bringing them into this world and all that you went through.
After he had rinsed out your hair, he grabbed an old t-shirt to wrap around it in order for it to be able to dry as he helped you out of the bathtub. Once he did and you were facing him, he leaned down to place several kisses on your lips which you gladly accepted.
“I love you and you’re going to be okay. We're going to be okay.” He whispered and you immediately nodded.
“I love you too.”
“Let me help you get dressed so I can finish your hair for you. You want me to blow dry it or let it air dry?”
“Blow dry it, please.”
“The Harlow salon is officially in business.” Jack said and you couldn’t help but to let out a small laugh.
Once Jack had finished your hair for you and putting it up, he made sure that you ate and the two of you were now sitting against the headboard in your bedroom as he was flipping through channels on the TV. You simply went and laid your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around you and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.
“Thank you for being here for me today.” You quietly said and you hugged him tighter.
“You don't have to thank me. You're my baby and your well being is important to me. I'm always going to make sure that you're okay and I’m sorry that it took me so long to notice.”
“Notice what?”
“That my wife was hurting. You have postpartum depression, baby. I looked it up and you have almost every single symptom.”
“Oh.”
“At least we know now what's wrong and we can do what we need to do in order to get you help. You mean everything to me even though I haven't been the best at showing it. But I'm going to do better for you and them.”
You hadn't even looked up the symptoms of it, but was going to take Jack’s word for it.
“I just want to feel better and be a good mom.”
“You will feel better and you're already a good mom. You just need a little help right now and that's okay. This is more common than you think, but it's not going to be like this forever.”
“What if we have more kids and this happens again?”
“We don't need to worry about that right now. Let's just focus on getting through this first.”
You nodded your head in agreement as you turned your focus to the television and you started hearing small whimpers on the baby monitor. You made a motion to get up and Jack immediately tried to stop you.
“Babe, I can…”
“I got it. You let me rest a little bit and I feel better.”
“Are you sure?”
“Promise. I'm fine. Like you said it won't be like this forever.”
A few months later, you were sitting backstage with the triplets and Jack was due to perform along with a few other artists and he made it up in his mind that he wanted all of you to come with him. Ivy and Autumn were crawling around on their playmat with their toys while Axel was in your arms sleeping as you heard the door open and he walked in.
He leaned down to kiss you while also kissing Axel's forehead as he sat on the floor and both of the girls crawled over to him.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” He asked as he was making faces at Ivy who was laughing.
“We're fine babe for the millionth time.” You responded while laughing and checking the time on your phone.
“Just making sure!” He said as he held up his hands in defense.
Jack made sure to block off a room backstage specifically for you and the triplets. Urban would pop in from time to time to check on you too so that way they wouldn't be overwhelmed with all of the noise. There was a screen in the room so that you along with the babies would be able to watch Jack’s performance.
“Aren't you supposed to be getting dressed?”
“I had to check on my wife and babies first. Yall are my priority. They can wait.”
Just then Urban stuck his head in the door and was looking at the both of you.
“Neelam is going to murder you in the next two minutes if you don't hurry up.”
“Tell her I'm coming!”
“That's what she said.” You muttered before busting out laughing and Jack and Urban just shook their heads at you.
“And you call me the unserious one.”
“But you are!”
“You know this is the first time in a while that I've gotten a genuine smile out of you.” Jack said while getting up and coming to sit next to you.
“And I have you to thank for that.” You said as you adjusted Axel in your arms.
“Just doing my husband duties. We're in this for the long run, baby.”
“And I wouldn't have it any other way.” You replied as Jack leaned down to kiss you, but was interrupted by Axel waking up and giving him a look.
“I… Axel fix your face. Your mom was mine first.” Jack exclaimed as you laughed at the face he was making at Jack.
Axel continued to stare him down before closing his eyes again and laying his head back down.
“You know you can't get mad. He is literally you in a baby's body. But back to what I was saying. You saved me in more ways than one so thank you smush.” You said as you leaned over to kiss him again.
“You're welcome, baby girl. If it's for you I'm going to do it without a second thought.”
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y/ninsta: jackharlow said today is the first time in a while that he got a genuine smile out of me, so I had to take a selfie. Postpartum depression is real, and I thank my husband from the bottom of my heart for recognizing what I was going through and that I needed help. I love this life that I get to live with him and my babies 💕
jackharlow: always in your corner, baby. forever and always.
urbanwyatt: SERVING LOOKS 😍😍
danivalentine: jackharlow thank you for taking care of my baby girl. she is so loved by you and everyone else around her. 🥹
saweetie: love you mamas and we always got your back
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Good Morning - Jack Harlow
Context: Jack comes home to wake you up with a good morning.
Genre: smut
Word Count: 1.5k
Pairings: Jack Harlow X Gf!Reader
Warnings: 18+ ! Sexual activity.
a/n: I sat at the salon while writing this. I hope that doesn’t say anything about my character.
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Masterlist ☽☾
Streaks of moonlight reflected into the room, illuminating your bare skin on the satin sheets beneath you. You laid on your side, your legs barely covered by the blanket.
Jack thought you were beautiful like this.
Yet, his hunger was high.
And that’s why he slowly slipped into the bed, shifting your body so that you rested on your back. He carefully slid your body to the end of the bed, removing the covers to reveal your glistening pussy, a sigh escaping your lips.
“Fuck.” He muttered, separating your lips with his clean and polished fingers before moving that same hand to his dick, palming at the flesh. With that he lapped at your folds, sighing at the taste of you.
Sighs combined with moans left your lips, your thighs slightly shaking. You opened your eyes to see your boyfriend staring back at you, humming into your pussy. The sound wave sent a shock to your core, arching your back to push into the mattress.
“Hey, baby. Sorry I woke you, I couldn’t help myself.” Jack spoke, toying with your folds with the other hand.
“When-“ You paused to moan.
“When did you get home?”
“A half an hour ago. I wanted to take a shower and get cleaned up before getting into bed with you. But when I came into the bedroom, you looked so irresistible. I couldn’t help myself, baby.” He continued to lap at your folds, moving to suck your clit. You arched your back once again, turning your head to look at the clock.
5 am.
You definitely weren’t going to work in the morning, you were due to wake up in an hour.
Which you were certain, Jack would not be done by then.
It was almost as if he read your mind, tapping on your thighs to get your attention.
“I talked to your boss last night. You have the rest of the week off. I’m gonna need those few days to catch up on lost time.” He smiled at you once more before diving back in.
Your legs began to shake, reflecting how close you were to coming undone.
“Jack.” You moaned, grabbing his hair.
“Go ahead, baby. Cum. I want it.” And with that, you let go, your whole body shaking in satisfaction. Jack grunted, continuously lapping at your juices until you pulled away, body continuously shaking.
“I’m not done with you, mamas.” He stood up and took off his shirt, sliding off his boxers swiftly.
“I don’t think you’ve noticed, but I’ve been palming myself ever since I started, and rutting up against the bed like a fucking animal. I need you baby. Like, right now.”
“Take me.” You spoke softly, mentally preparing yourself for the rollercoaster of sensations.
That was all he needed, as he thrust into you, sighing in satisfaction.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” You pressed a hand to his abdomen, looking into his eyes.
“Hold on baby. I think you’ve grown since you left.” You chuckled, to which Jack joined you, taking the time to lazily rub at your clit.
“I’ve only been gone two weeks Y/N.” You raised an eyebrow at his comment, to which he laughed once more, your eyes rolling in annoyance.
“Two weeks is a long time Jack. I missed you.”
“I missed you too baby.” He moved up to kiss your lips, drawing you in for a long and loving one, your lips following him as he pulled away.
“Can I move now, please?” Jack asked eagerly, slowly moving his hips. You let out a laugh before nodding your head, Jack immediately pulling back before slamming back into you. You both moaned loudly, hands moving to grip the sheets before you.
“Damn baby, shit. Fuck.” You moaned out, your body shaking slightly. You tried to move away from him, yet he pulled you closer, smacking the inside of your leg.
“Don’t run from me Y/N, don’t run from this dick. Take it.” He grunted out, picking up the pace. Your moved your hands to grip on his bicep, feeling yourself grow close.
“Jack…”
“I know baby.” And with that, he flipped you over onto your knees, your chest pressing flat into the mattress. He continued his rough pace, your body becoming undone before you knew it. You yelped out in satisfaction, Jack continuing his assault on your pussy.
“Jack, I-“
“You can do it. Give me one more, I know you can.” He pulled your head back to get you to look at him, nodding your head with tears in your eyes. He kissed your cheek, pushing your chest back into the mattress. He began to rub at your clit with pressure, your legs beginning to shake.
“Cum for me baby. I need you to cum.” Jack grunted in your ear, laying kisses on your neck before you followed his command, whining.
“FUCK.” Jack grunted, his warmth filling you. He collapsed on top of you, sighing into your skin.
“You okay baby?” He asked, moving off of you, rolling you over on your back. He did a quick glance, checking to make sure you were okay. You smiled at him, to which he laughed, moving to pepper your face with kisses.
“I’m okay, baby. That felt so good.” You admitted, to which he hummed back, kissing down your body.
“Good. Because I got a couple more rounds left in me.”
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sorry for any typos, I was multitasking when I read this over.
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“It’s not nice to scream”
Summary: The one where you and Jack get into a heated argument and the kids wake up. - Angst to fluff
Jack was working on his album, which meant he was away in the studio for hours every day for the past few weeks. When the weekend came you thought he would stay at home with you, but at first, he had to go to the studio to finish a track, after that, it was a work lunch and after that, he went out with the boys. Meanwhile, you were at home with both your kids, feeling exhausted.
Your children were good and nice kids, but with Nathaniel teething and being attached to you and Grace being an energetic 4-year-old, you felt overwhelmed. You had tried to get ahold of Jack, but he wasn't picking up, It wasn't until you called Clay that you knew where Jack was.
"Look who finally decides to come home" You rolled your eyes as you walked past him and into the kitchen to put Nathaniel's chewing toy in the freezer. Grace and Nathaniel had just fallen asleep when Jack walked into the house.
"What's with the attitude?" Jack asked, confused. He followed you into the kitchen and stood there with a hand on his hip.
"Well let's see, my husband has apparently forgotten he has a family at home"
"What do you mean?" He furrowed his eyebrows. You walked past him, going to the living room to clean the toys that were scattered all over the floor.
"Let me remind you. You have two kids at home that would love to spend time with their father" You roughly said as you picked up one of Grace's dolls before shoving it in her toy basket.
"I've been working Y/N" Jack tensed his jaw, his hand was balled up in a fist and it was clear he was getting worked up. He was already in a bad mood before he came home, there was this one track that didn't turn out the way he wanted it. He just wanted to go home and relax for the rest of the night, not expecting his wife to blow up on him.
“I just find it funny you..” you were speaking but Jack's loud sigh interrupted you
“Here we go” he mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall, rolling his eyes in the process.
“Excuse me?” You could practically feel your blood pumping into your veins, You couldn't believe the audacity. "What the actual fuck has gotten into you?" you lashed out, your voice getting louder with every word.
"Y/N I have a lot to do at work" Jack couldn't help but raise his voice as well.
"And I have a lot to do at home. I understand you having to be at the studio or going to work dinners, but I can't comprehend you going out with the boys instead of coming home to us"
"Well, maybe I just want some time alone and be with my boys" He retaliated.
"And I don't?" your shoulders slumped down as your voice got caught in your throat. You swallowed and took a deep breath, looking down at your feet before meeting his, now, dark eyes, "I can't do this alone Jack"
"You could've just asked me for help" he shrugged, his tone still filled with anger
"I shouldn't have to ask you Jack" you spoke sharply, closing your eyes for a second, moving your hand to your forehead. "But I called you multiple times this morning, but you of course have it on fucking airplane mode"
"Well that's how I work in the studio, you know that already" He spat out, not even trying to understand your point of view.
"Well maybe fucking change that now that you have a family and wife that needs to come in contact with you" You didn't know he was acting like this, and it broke your heart.
"I can't deal with this right now" Jack snapped back, he walked to the foyer with you in tow.
"So you're just going to leave?" you whispered, not trusting your voice anymore. Jack grabbed his car keys and turned around to look at you,
"Better than being here" he mumbled and walked out, slamming the door in the process. The words he said cut deep, and you couldn't stop the tears from falling.
Just as the door closed, you heard cries coming from Nathaniel's room, he must have woken up from all the screaming and shouting. You wiped away the tears that were falling from your face and walked to Nathaniel's room. You picked him up and brought him closer to your chest as you rocked him back and forth, trying to calm him down.
"Mommy" You heard Grace's tiny voice say from behind you. She was standing next to Nathaniel's door with tears in her eyes, "Where's Daddy?" she asked. She had also woken up to the screaming and gotten sad.
You took a deep breath and quickly dried your own tears, for her sake, "He forgot something at Uncle Urby's place" you lied. You sat down in the chair you had in Nathaniel's room and motioned for her, "Come here". She sat down in your lap and you hugged her and Nathaniel.
"Why were you and Daddy screaming?" Grace sniffled. You looked at her for a few seconds, not knowing what to tell her.
"We got a little angry with each other, but it was not right of us to scream, I'm sorry baby"
"It's not nice to scream," she said, scrunching her nose and wiping away the snot.
"You're totally right, It's not nice" You gave her a kiss on the head. You looked down and saw that Nathaniel had fallen asleep, so you put him back in his crib before picking Grace up.
"Do you want to sleep in Mommy's bed?" you asked her, receiving excited nods. The both of you laid down in bed, and you played with her hair as she fell asleep.
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Meanwhile, Jack had gone to Urban's place. His friend could clearly note the anger on his face. "What's up" Urban stepped aside and let him walk in.
"I don't even want to talk about it" He walked straight to the living room and slumped down on the couch. Urban looked at him, confusion written all over his face.
"Weren't you going home? Did something happen there?" Urban didn't let it go
"I said I didn't want to talk about it" Jack groaned
"Well, I don't give a fuck. Does Y/N know you're here?" he asked him, sitting down next to him
"No, I just walked out" Jack looked down, he knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn't stay there and scream at you, his blood was boiling and he needed to get out of there to calm down.
"That's low" Urban was completely honest with him, "I'm telling her you're here, you know how worried she can get," Urban said and picked up his phone to text you. Jack could only nod, even though he was angry he knew Urban was right, he didn't want you to worry and overthink the situation.
Urban: Jack's here, I think it's best he stays the night
You: Thank you.
"Now speak, what happened" Urban gave Jack a little time before he made him talk. Jack told him everything, and Urban was furious at him.
"Dude, I know you're my brother and all that, but that was fucked up of you. Y/N didn't say anything wrong. You out of everyone know how important family is, and that they come first"
"I know, It's just all been too much and I guess I took it out on her" Jack ran his fingers through his hair, "I fucked up didn't I?"
"Just talk to her tomorrow, but yes you fucked up bro" Urban patted his shoulder, "I'll go with you tomorrow, I can take the kids out for breakfast, I know a place Grace will love and you two can talk it out"
"Thank you" Jack gave him a hug, thankful he had Urban by his side.
They both got ready for bed and Jack walked into Urban's guest bedroom. He picked up his phone and decided to send you a message.
Jack: I'm sorry. I love you always.
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You were thankful that Urban had sent you a message last night, letting you know Jack was there. It made you calm down, and you fell asleep shortly after.
You woke up with Grace's feet in your face and chuckled as you moved her around so she was lying normally. You checked your phone and saw Jack's message from last night and your chest tightened. At least he calmed down, you thought.
You had just gotten out of the bathroom when you heard the front door being unlocked. You took a deep breath and quickly fixed your hair before going to meet him.
And there he was, He was standing there a guilty look on his face with Urban standing next to him.
"Hi" you said, Urban walked up to you and gave you a hug.
"Good morning, I'm taking the kids out for breakfast," He told you with a gentle smile.
"Let me just get them ready" you didn't even acknowledge Jack, not having the energy to talk to him just yet.
"I'll help," Jack mumbled. When you didn't respond, he nodded to himself and went to get Nathaniel ready, who had just woken up. You woke Grace up. She got very excited to see her dad and uncle and became even more excited when you told her she was going out to breakfast with Urban. After half an hour, both kids were ready, and Urban took them out.
You took a shaky breath as you walked into the living room. Jack sat awkwardly on the sofa, like a guest in his own home, waiting for the two of you to talk.
As soon as you sat down, Jack apologized, saying, "Y/N, I'm so sorry." He rubbed his hands on his legs, a nervous habit of his, before running his fingers through his curls. However, his anxiety only increased when you remained silent. "Please say something," he whispered and reached out to hold your hand.
You pulled your hand away and finally looked at him, "Sorry? That's all you have to say?"
"I know I fucked up, but please let me make it up to you" he begged
"You hurt me," you expressed, looking down at your fidgeting hands, twisting your wedding ring as you often do when anxious. "You promised that work would never take priority over our family, yet that's exactly what happened."
"I never meant to hurt you, I know what I did was wrong" he spoke, his voice getting caught in his throat. Jack was really regretting his actions and the way he spoke to you last night.
"I know you didn't mean to hurt me" you sighed, "but you did, and you made me feel neglected. It's not only been hard for me, but the kids as well"
Jack nodded, taking a deep breath before speaking, "I understand. I've had so much at work that I let it consume me. I took my frustration out on you, and for that, I'm truly sorry. I messed up" He spoke, and his eyes glistened with tears. "Please let me make it up to you. You and the kids mean the world to me, I don't want to lose you"
You reached forward and grabbed his hand, in that moment he closed his eyes and a tear slipped down his cheek. "I don't want to lose you either" you couldn't hold back your own tears, "But something has got to change Jack, We barely see you at home"
Jack squeezed your hand "I promise you I will be better, You, Grace and Nathaniel are my one and only priority, and I'm sorry I ever made you doubt that. I regret everything I said last night, you don't deserve that"
"You’re right, I didn’t deserve that. But I'm glad you came to your senses" you gave him a gentle smile as you reached out and wiped away his tears, "We just want our Jack back"
"Oh he's back" Jack chuckled. He grabbed the hand you had on his face and pulled it closer to his lips, he planted a kiss in the palm of your hand as you now cradled his cheek. "Thank you for grounding me, I love you" He whispered
"I love you too" You leaned in and kissed him.
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Okay damn, It's been more than a month since I posted a concept. Glad to be back I guess
This has been in the draft for months….. so sorry if the ending seems rushed… it is
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Long distance decisions:
Things had been growing increasingly hard for you and Jack, you had been dating long distance for the past year and the conversations about moving were becoming more intense.
You sat alone in your one bedroom apartment, thumbing over Jacks contact in your phone for what felt like the hundredth time.
A few hours prior to this, you and Jack had been on FaceTime for hours, it had turned into a screaming match and you said plenty of things you regretted.
You wanted to call him, apologize, make things right but you knew this time you had taken it too far.
The idea of moving away from your family, friends and everything you had ever known for a man usually wouldn’t be appealing to you but you loved him. You were head over heels in love with him, and you knew that you wanted to be with him.
You packed up as many clothes and personal items as you could, shoving them into your biggest suitcase. You looked for flights, realizing there was only one seat left on the flight leaving in just a few hours.
You bought the last seat and rushed to the airport, worried security would take a long time.
You called Jack when you were waiting for your plane to get to the tarmac, he ignored your call purposely, which you felt was slightly deserved.
You were boarding the plane when a text came through from Jack, letting you know he’d be calling it an early night. You knew he was hurt and upset when he didn’t say “I love you.”
The flight to Louisville felt like it took days, and when you landed you practically flew to the ride share area yourself.
The drive to Jack's place was long, agonizing, and full of anxiety. You constantly tapped your foot on the dirty floor mat.
You quickly got your luggage from the trunk, making your way inside Jack's place quickly.
He was sat in the living room, a blanket covering his entire body as his bloodshot, exhausted eyes continued to watch the show in front of him.
“Urb- I’m fine dude” he sighed without looking.
“Baby?” You whispered; your voice trembling as he practically broke his neck to turn to you.
“Babe? What are you doing here?” He threw the blanket off of him and shuffled over to you, nearly sliding out of his slippers.
You started to cry, leaning into his chest as he wrapped himself around you. The warmth of his body provided you with a level of comfort.
“I’m ready, I can’t lose you. I’ll move here. I just want to be with you.” You started to nervously ramble into his chest, he patted your head softly as a form of reassurance.
“We don’t have to make any decisions right now” The pit of his stomach felt guilty for pushing you earlier in the day.
“I want to make this decision, I’m choosing you.” You pulled back to see his face, showing him that you meant what you were saying.
You brushed his curls out of his face, realizing he had most definitely been crying the majority of the night.
“Are you sure?” He mumbled afraid to get overly excited, he wasn’t sure if you meant what you were saying.
You bent down to unzip your suitcase, pulling out a stuffed plushie poodle that Jack had won you on your first date from a claw machine, holding it close to your chest.
“You brought Ralph? You are serious!” He chuckled, and you realized his nose was stuffy from crying.
You stood on your tip toes, covering him in kisses.
“Ralph and I are very sure” you smiled, using the stuffed dog's paw to wave at him making him laugh.
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You're so pretty, J.H
“Should we wake her up?” Urban whispered referring to Y/n who was sound asleep on the couch. “No, let her sleep. Jack will be out of the booth any minute now.” Neelam muttered, looking down at her wrist. He nodded, going back to scrolling through his phone. “Did you notice that she’s been sleeping a lot more during the day?” Neelam questioned, looking at Y/n, who was snuggling Jack's hoodie, he had left for her. “Yeah, Jack says she stays up until he comes home, so it makes sense.” Urban shrugged, as she raised her eyebrow. “He’s been getting home lately though.” She thought out loud. “She really cares about him, he said she needed to make sure he was home safe before she could sleep.” He replied. “I swear they’re the cutest.” She said, smiling at the younger girl on the couch.
Jack entered the room, he audibly awed at the sight of his girlfriend. “Are you ready to go?” Neelam asked him, smiling at his antics. “Yeah,” he nodded, before bending down slowly to pick Y/n up. Y/n let out a small whine, before wrapping her legs around his torso. “Go back to sleep baby.” He whispered, placing a delicate kiss on her hair.
They all entered the car, Neelam sitting in the front seat. And the other 3 sat in the back seats. Y/n leaned onto Jack's shoulder, as he told her about his day, and how his work was going. Even though he knew she was barely listening. She was more focused on keeping her eyes open. “Jack?” She whispered. He hummed in response, turning his head to look at her face. “You’re so pretty.” She let out a content sigh, as he let out a deep chuckle at her words. “Really?” He questioned with a boyish grin on his face. “Yeah, so pretty.” She mumbled, moving her head off of his shoulder before pressing a lazy kiss to his lips. “You’re so cute ma.” He muttered as she leaned back onto his shoulder.
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Truth or Dare
Kinktober Day Two Prompt: Pool/Hot Tub
A Jack Harlow x Reader Fic
Warnings: Smut, Language
"I'm not getting in the water." Jack looked at you as he took a sip from the Perrier bottle he had in his grip. "Ok, that's fine." You were spending one more night in the house you rented while Jack was working in LA, the plan just to hang out and order some food. You quickly got bored and suggested a quick dip in the pool before bed, but Jack adamantly declined to join you.
"I mean it. I don't like swimming." You shed your swimsuit cover up, tossing it on one of the lounge chairs off to the side. You adjusted the straps of your bikini, making sure Jack had a perfect view of the way your breasts spilled out of the top. "I heard you the first time, babe." He groaned, running his fingers through his beard, as you adjusted your bottoms higher to show more of your ass.
You carefully took the steps into the water, Jack watching you as you swam to the middle of the pool. "The most I'll do is put my feet in." You chuckled as he sat on the edge, dangling his long legs into the water. You leaned back, arching your back as you floated in the water, looking up at the night sky.
You swam over to him, resting your arms over the side. "Is it 'cause you can't swim?", you asked, toying with him. Jack rolled his eyes, taking the last sip from the bottle. "You know damn well I can swim, girl."
Ah, gotcha. So you're just scared." You pushed away from the edge, a sly grin on your face. Jack rolled his shoulders back, his ego taking a quick hit. You were trying to get to him, anything to make him cave, but it wasn't gonna work. "You're cute." He wagged a finger at you, pushing himself to stand back up. You whined as he started to walk back inside. "Jack, I was just kidding. Stay, please?"
He threw a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to the house. "Why don't you come inside, I'll have that thing you call a bikini off of you in two seconds flat." Warmth pooled in your stomach at the thought as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.
"How about this? Let's play a game", you suggested, "Truth or Dare". Jack raised his eyebrows in intrigue. "Okay, I'm in, but every truth you don't answer, you take off a piece of clothing, we don't need to worry about any dares." He flashed his pearly whites, well aware this game wasn't starting off fair, but you were desperate, and willing to play along.
"Fine, same for you though. You go first." you remarked, agreeing to his terms. Jack teetered over the edge of the pool. "Ok, did Urban like me when we first started dating?" You narrowed your eyes at him, waiting for his response. Jack pulled his t-shirt off over his head, exposing his toned chest, his biceps flexing as he stretched. "Wow, remind me to have a conversation with Urban when we get back to Louisville", you scoffed.
"Alright, your turn, since we're talking about first impressions. What does your dad think of me?" Jack knew your dad wasn't his biggest fan and that was putting it lightly. You pulled the strings of your bikini bottom, placing it on the concrete.
"I knew it! He hates me." Jack scowled.
"Ok, am I the first girl you've ever told "I love you" to?" You raked your hair out of your face. Jack placed his hands at his hips, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet. You were sure he was going to take off another piece of clothing to avoid answering the question.
"Uh, no", he scratched at the back of his neck, "but you're the first one I've truly meant it with." He was slow to look at you, holding his breath. You felt yourself blush at his answer, quickly realizing you didn't want to play games anymore.
With one hand you untied your bikini top, allowing it float away in the water.
"Its not even your turn. What are you doing?" Jack questioned, adjusting himself as he made out your naked body under the water.
"You have five seconds to get in the water, Jackman."
Jack shed his shorts before jumping into the deep end, making you giggle when the water splashed you. It went quiet for a minute before you felt something grab at your leg, a shriek leaving your mouth.
"Don't do that!" You slapped Jack's chest as he emerged from the water, his curls plastered to his forehead. "Who's scared now?", he playfully pinched at your hips, making you squirm.
"Still you", you responded as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands palming your ass to keep you afloat. "Did you really mean that? Am I the first girl that you've really loved?" You pushed his hair out of his face, his blue eyes radiant in the pool lighting. "No, I just said that to get you naked. It was really easy." He let out a deep chuckle, as he wrapped you in his arms, gently pushing you up against the wall.
Your lips crashed with his, the kiss desperate and hungry, your hands finding his wet curls as your ankles hooked around his waist. Jack's hands roamed your body, sliding between your thighs. You moaned against his mouth as he pushed his fingers through your folds, a single digit teasing your entrance. The feeling of his fingers filling you up made you gasp, a squeal leaving your lips as he slowly thrusted in and out of your core, your toes curling with each movement.
"Fuck, Jack." You threw your head back as he continued finger fucking you, his lips curling around one of your nipples, budding against the cool LA air.
You were already clenching down around his hand when he pulled out of you, grabbing at his erect length to replace his hands. You scrambled to get your footing, slipping against the wet tile. "I can't reach the bottom", you edged out against his mouth, trying to touch the bottom of the pool so you could stand. "It's fine, I gotcha." Jack responded quickly, lifting you so you could lay your forearms on the edge of the pool.
"You have to be quiet, baby", Jack warned, earning a frantic nod from you. You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth to stop your moans as he slowly entered your throbbing pussy, water splashing around you as he set a pace with his hips that had you gasping for air. "Fuck, Jack", you whined out, holding onto his shoulders to steady yourself, your arms and legs already starting fatigue from the position he held you in.
He rested his forehead against your chest, panting as he continued to drive into you, his hands at your hips forcing you to meet him with each snap of his hips. He quickly felt his orgasm start to build, and you were right behind him, the coil in your stomach tightening as your legs went numb.
"Shit, I'm so fuckin' close, babe." You moaned out, holding Jack tighter against your chest. He had you suspended in the water, your back arching against the edge of the pool. "Fuck, let go, baby." His words of encouragement sent you over the edge, your walls fluttering around his cock as Jack continued to thrust, following closely behind you with his own orgasm. He hips staggered as he came inside of you, stopping to catch his breath as you stroked his hair.
Jack pressed a kiss between your breasts before trailing up to meet your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth as he kissed you lazily, exhaustion evident in his movements.
"You know I was just joking about Urban not liking you, he's always liked you." Jack handed you your bikini top as it floated past him, moving to the edge to push himself out of the water. "I was not joking about my dad not liking you." Jack's face dropped at your words, but he tried to hide it behind his t-shirt as he dried his face. "I'm just kidding, babe. He loves you."
Jack landed a hard smack on your bare ass, making you jump as you ran into the house. "Really not funny, babe."
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Pls text convo with jack but like sexting when you are in different cities at night and miss each other 🥰
texts with 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊!
the two of you are both in deep need of sex.
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“Don’t go over your budget”
“Are you still giving me the silent treatment?”
“…”
“C'mon Y/N I said I’m sorry .”
“…”
Jack tilted his body against the wall in the doorway watching his girlfriend as she refused to even look at him. Wanting to be the bigger person, he slumped his shoulders and slowly walked over to the edge of the bed where you laid.
“C'mon, baby it was just a joke I swear.”
“Would it be just a joke if I said you need to start covering that 100 acres of forehead you got?”
“Guess you aren’t so sad anymore huh?” He mumbled, quietly fixing his curly bangs.
“You know how insecure I am about my body hair Jack.”
He sighed, “Your right baby I’m sorry, I took it too far and I apologize. You're gorgeous with or without body hair”
You silently smiled to yourself at that, but wouldn’t let it show of course.
He started to gently rub your back and give you slow kisses on your arm and shoulder. “What can I do to make it up to you sweet girl?” He pleaded in between kisses. You immediately sat up.
“Makeup run?” you smiled.
He laughed, “Wow that was easy.” playfully rolling his eyes.
He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Princess you know I like to spoil you but you spent over 2,000 dollars last time, we can do anything else. “
“How about no sex for a week?”
“I'll go get my shoes on”
15 minutes later both of you were finally ready and we're heading out the door and climbing into his jeep. The drive to the mall wasn't that far from your apartment and before you knew it you were pulling up to the parking lot. Before climbing out of the car your boyfriend grabbed your wrist.
“Y/N you have a budget of 400.”
“400?!” you yelled, a little bit too loudly. “After the way you treated me?”
“$450”
“$550”
“$500”
“$800”
“$200”
“550 it is.” you smiled.
“That's what I thought” he smirked. “Watch that attitude” you smiled back as you leaned into a kiss, rubbing his beard.
He grabbed your hand as you both walked into the store feeling the brush of air.
“God damn it's cold in here,” he whispered to himself.
“ Baby it's 90 degrees outside.”
“And?”
“Nevermind” you rolled your eyes.
“Sassy ass” you mumbled to yourself.
“Don’t start,” he replied.
After a little bit of looking around with him following close behind, you both made your way to where you get your concealer. While looking for your shade you saw your boyfriend wander and go towards some other products.
“God damn did everybody take my shade?” you uttered to yourself.
“Baby, what's up with these names?”, “Better than sex, better than sex foreplay, shit making me horny”. You giggled at his antics “Jack please put that down.”
“Maybe we can go to the back of the store or something,” he said, wrapping his arms around you.
“It's official, I’m never bringing you here again,” you said walking away from him as he smacked his lips together.
You made your way over to the skin care section and started piling your basket.
“Hey remember your budget,” Jack said furrowing his eyebrows. “It's $800 right?” you joked looking up at him. He didn't find it amusing though.
“We should really get some of this stuff for you, especially something to help with those eyebrows.” your boyfriend jerked his head up at that, “What's wrong with my eyebrows?”
“Nothing” you smiled while walking away.
“Y/N wait!”
Truthfully there was nothing wrong with his eyebrows, or anything in his face for that matter. But since he wanted to tease you, you decided it would be best to tease him back.
After walking around more, soon you both had made it over to the fragrance section.
“Jack smell this for me, baby,” you said, spraying some in the air. “It smells nice mama, but don't you already have a full shelf of perfumes already?”
“I'm sorry Jackman Thomas Harlow, are you judging me right now? Me? After you just disrespected and hurt my feelings?”
“Of course not, baby.”
“That's what I thought, cause let me say something about your big ass box of Pokemon cards-” you started off
“You made your point”
“Mhm,” you smirked.
Soon you were basically done with your shopping and you and your boyfriend were heading towards the register. While on your way you passed by a new collection by one of your favorite brands. “OMG POOKS LOOK '' you yelped. He stood behind you watching you pick up every single product in pure enjoyment.
“I know I probably went over budget but baby please” you pleaded.
“Go ahead” he frowned jokingly.
You shoved everything into your basket and both of you headed towards the cashier.
“Your total is $630.50, will you be doing cash or card sir?” the lady behind the counter smiled, handing her hand out.
You looked up at Jack ready for him to tell you to put some stuff back, but instead he smiled to himself and took his card out.
“Thank you for shopping with us today!” the lady smiled(a little too hard in your opinion)
After getting settled in the car you looked up at him and frowned.
“Pooks I went over my budget, why’d you still pay?”
“You really thought you had a budget? Baby I would’ve bought the whole store for you if you had wanted it.” He laughed
“Wow so you really had your girlfriend in there doing calculations, knowing damn well I’m bad at math, trying to save your money?” You crossed your arms.
“Yes and it was adorable watching you.” He smiled teasing you.
“You're lucky, you're cute.” You smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you for spending your money on me though,” you mumbled in between kisses on his cheek.
“I’m always going to do whatever I can to see those pretty dimples.” That made you smile even more.
“And plus, I really do feel bad about what I said baby, I’ll do anything to make you happy honestly.”
“Thank you pooks” you smiled showing your dimples.
As he started driving you started rummaging through your 8 full bags sitting by your feet.
“So when are you gonna apply some of that Nair though?”
That earned him a hard smack to the back of the head and a mean glare.
“Too early?”
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Glad It's You
Author's Note: a little smutty Jack x virgin!reader fic requested by @jackharlowsbaby00 to @jackharloww . Hope I did it justice!
The original ask: "Omg! Okay so I have one of like an 18+ but the reader being a virgin and like really really nervous for her first time and jack comforts her through it and they have a good time!"
Warnings: p in v intercourse
"You alright?" Jack whispered into your ear. The two of you were settled on the cozy sectional at his house, a movie you weren't paying attention to playing on the flat screen mounted on the wall. He seemed engrossed in it, but you couldn't bring yourself to focus on the storyline. Your attention was on his arm around your shoulder, fingers gently brushing the skin your tank top left exposed; your attention was on his hand that laid innocently on your exposed thigh, your tiny pajama shorts riding up a bit; your attention was on the feel of his body under yours as you were pressed against him, each rise and fall of his strong chest alluding to the muscles that were hidden beneath his shirt.
"Mhm," you hummed, meeting his gaze with a tight lipped smile before turning back to the movie. You couldn't help yourself, your mind these last few days wandering further and further away from what could be considered decent thoughts about your boyfriend.
You two had been together for the last four months, and it didn't take long for you to blurt out that you were a virgin when he first attempted to initiate any intimacy. You hadn't meant for the words to tumble out so abruptly, but you had panicked a little bit, never having done much more than some innocent kissing. He was quick to reassure you that he didn't mind and that he wasn't going to pressure you into anything you weren't comfortable with. Jack kept to his word, going at your own pace and making sure you were comfortable with him.
"You sure? You seem distracted." You blushed a bit at his observations. He was right. You were distracted by him, his body, his scent, his presence. His tight gray tank and basketball shorts didn't help your cause either.
"I-" your mouth went dry as you caught the smirk on his beautiful face, his blue eyes shining under the bright lights from the screen in the dark room. He looked truly angelic, his curls framing his face like a halo, the little freckles peppering along his nose and cheeks giving him a youthful boyish look, his perfect teeth exposed through his plump pink lips as he smiled at you.
"I'm sure." You squeaked out, looking away from him once again. You felt your heart hammering in your chest; for the first time in a while Jack made you feel really shy under his gaze. He didn't respond much, just humming along as he settled back to watch the movie, his body shifting and readjusting under your weight before once again pulling you into his side. This time it was his hand on your thigh that drew light circles on your skin which made you jump up immediately from the couch. You stood there awkwardly, a humorous look on Jack's face as he looked at you with a raised brow.
"I, uh, I'm gonna go to sleep." You announce, faking the best fake yawn you could muster, turning around on your heel and all but sprinting to Jack's room. You face palmed yourself, thinking about how stupid you must've looked. You felt flushed, your brain pushing forward every desire you had, playing small clips of what you wished you had the courage to ask Jack to do to you. You plopped down on his bed, burying your face into the pillow and wishing the night would end.
Of course wishes never come true.
You heard the door open behind you, and you held your breath in hopes to convince him you actually fell asleep in the last seven seconds.
"I know you're not asleep, babe." Jack chuckled. You felt the bed dip as he crawled over to you.
"Go finish your movie." You spoke into the pillow, burying your face even deeper.
"Why don't you come finish it with me? Or better yet, why don't you tell me what else you'd rather do?" You wanted to question what he meant by that last part, but you didn't need an explanation once you felt him run a finger from the back of your knee up the back of your thigh to where your shorts ended just under your ass. You whirled around, pulling your legs away from his touch like it was fire, your eyes wide as you looked at him in disbelief of how this man could have known what you've been thinking all night.
His face held a goofy smile as he tried to hold back a laugh at your bewildered look. He knew how shy you were regarding intimacy, and his favorite thing was to tease you a bit to bring you out of your shell. The two of you had had plenty of make out sessions where you both had gotten a bit handsy, so he was surprised by how jumpy you had gotten from his touch.
"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about." Your claim was weak and you knew it. Jack could see right through you, you knew that. If Jack was anything, it was observant. He had caught every lustful glance you took of him, noticed every time you shuddered from his touch, or preened under his gaze. He could practically see the pornos your brain was playing out in your mind every time he caught you staring at him. He noticed how you were needier lately and more sensitive to his touches, hell even just a glance from him had your knees ready to buckle.
"Hmm." He just hummed along, crawling closer to you as you scooted back, you were so close to the edge of the bed he was sure one more scoot and you'd fall right off it. He wanted to keep teasing you, but he was also careful because he knew how your nerves could cause you to shut down if it got to be too much. Instead he settled himself against the headboard in the middle of the bed, keeping a short distance between you two, wanting to make sure you didn't feel cornered.
He just held out a hand to you, giving you the choice to come to him instead, and you were more than eager to. You jumped right into his lap, letting his arms hold you tight as you try to calm your racing heart.
You've always been a shy person, a little quirky and dorky growing up, and though you hoped that you would grow out of that, it seemed to stick with you into adulthood. It was what intrigued Jack the most about you, yet you couldn't see how anyone could like that, especially being in your mid 20s. The more you got to know Jack, the more you got to see that he also had his quirky and dorky ways about him, but unlike you, he could turn them off and become this sexy and smooth person. You were envious of that, feeling like maybe Jack would prefer someone more sexy and less... well, not sexy.
"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" He spoke the words against your forehead as he held you tightly to him. You shook your head, cuddling closer into his chest as your brain played out another explicit scene.
"Well, do you want to know what's going on in my head?" You shook your head again, not knowing where he was going with this. "Too bad, I'm gonna tell you anyway," he chuckled.
"I'm thinking about how sexy you looked tonight at dinner. I'm thinking about how that dress hugged your body so good, hugging all your curves," his hands ran along your body slowly, accentuating his words, your breathing picking up as you shut your eyes.
"I'm thinking about how this ass looked so good in that fucking dress," his voice was deeper, his hands reaching down to the fleshy mounds, shifting you so you now straddled his lap, immediately hiding your face in his neck again.
"I'm thinking about how badly I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to fuck you against the front door before we left, in the car on our way there, hell I wanted to fuck you right at that dinner table in the restaurant." He spoke the words so casually, his lips close to your ear, his breath making you shiver, "I've wanted to fuck you this entire night, baby," he confessed, "and then we come back and you're running around my house in this sad excuse for pajamas," you know exactly what he's talking about. Your silk tank top and shorts barely covered anything, but it was all you had clean and you were in a rush to pack a bag to spend the weekend with Jack.
"You've been teasing me all night, really testing my self control. But you wanna know what's really been testing me?" You shook your head again, making him chuckle. "Your eyes." His voice dangerously low in your ear. "You've been giving me those pretty little "fuck me" eyes the whole damn night." You felt your mouth dry at his words, you hadn't realized you were being so obvious.
"Is that what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you?" His head nudged the side of yours, his hands still rubbing against your ass and thighs. You took a deep breath, nodding your head slowly, not having the courage to look up at him.
"Too bad I'm not gonna fuck you." He sighed dramatically, making you pull back and look at him in disbelief. There was no way he was going to work you up like this and then pull the rug out from under you.
"Wh-why not?" You were disappointed at his admission.
"Because... I'm going to make love to you instead." He said with a smile on his face, making you roll your eyes at his silliness, pushing his shoulder as you let out a giggle.
"That wasn't funny, Harlow." Replacing your smile with a faux pout.
"I just wanted to get you out of your head, babe. It's just me and you here, there's nothing to be shy about." His hand came up to cup your cheek, you nuzzled into his warm palm as you gazed at him lovingly. He was honestly the sweetest and most patient person you'd ever met. Ever since you two had gotten together, he was always so attentive to you, making sure that you always felt comfortable and secure.
"I'm glad it's you, Jack." You whisper to him.
"I'm glad you chose me, baby," he whispered back, pulling your face to his for a sweet kiss. You sighed against his lips, your hands resting comfortably on his shoulders as you just took a moment to think about what was about to happen. You smiled against his lips, his own lips pulling into a smile as you two pulled away to look at each other. You blushed a bit and he quickly pecked your nose, before pulling away to grab his phone. His thumb quickly moved across the screen for a moment before you heard music playing softly through the speakers, then the lights dimming as he swiped the screen slowly. He placed the phone on the nightstand, his full attention back on you now.
"Sorry about that. Had to set the mood for my girl. Do you want anything? Anything to make you feel more comfortable?" He was so sincere as he asked, but you shook your head unsure of what else to do. You honestly weren't sure what one would need to feel comfortable. You, of course, weren't dense and you knew about the ins and outs of sex, but you didn't have any personal experience.
"Don't worry, we'll take it slow, okay?" You nodded again, feeling too nervous to speak. "Let's get you back out of that pretty little head of yours. I know just what to do." He smiled at you, pulling you back in for a kiss, his skillful lips effectively relaxing you. He pushed you down on your back, laying your head down on the plush pillows. He used one arm to keep himself hovering above you, his other hand slowly caressing your waist. Your hands were in his curls, pulling and tugging on the soft ringlets, making him groan.
He pulled away, his lips leaving wet kisses down your exposed neck and collarbones before pulling away to lift his shirt up over his head, tossing it elsewhere. You took a few shy glances at him, but kept looking away.
"It's okay, you can look. Hell, you can touch too if you want." He winked, making you giggle. You worked up the courage to really take in his torso, reaching out your hands to trace along the contours of his upper body: his arms, his shoulders, his chest, down to his stomach and the waistband of his shorts. You take a glance up at his face, a smirk on his lips as he watched you, making you blush and look away, pulling your hands away from him and covering your face with your arm
"Hey, nothing to be shy about. I'm all yours, baby." He says, pulling your arm down. "All yours tonight." He places a kiss on your cheek. "Tomorrow." A kiss on your other cheek. "The day after that." A kiss to your nose. "And the day after that." He now peppers kisses all over your face, once again pulling you out of your shell, his facial hair tickling your skin and making you giggle. He pulled away to let you both breathe, the two of you lightly out of breath.
"Just so you know, I'm nervous too." He says shyly, making you look at him in disbelief. Jack? Nervous? Impossible.
"I know what you're thinking, but yeah, I am nervous. I've never been with someone I love this much before, and I really want to make this the best possible experience for you." He confesses. "I'm nervous about fucking it up somehow." He chuckles, a blush creeping across his cheeks.
"Like you said, it's just me and you tonight, J." You reassure him, lacing your hand in his and giving it a squeeze. He smiles at you, leaning down to capture your lips again. Your actions were slow, really taking your time to taste one another and unwind.
"I think it's unfair that I'm the only one topless here." He teases once you two pull apart, his fingers playing with the strap of your tank top before pulling it down a bit. He wasn't in a hurry, but he wanted to test the waters with you. He trailed kisses across your chest and shoulder, his lips brushing against the top of your sensitive breast. Jack brought a hand to your waist, above the silk of your top, and slowly crept it up to under your breast, not going further until he felt your hand in his hair tight and your back arch. He took the cue and cupped your breast and gave it a squeeze, making you moan. He brought his tongue across the exposed flesh that bulged out of the tank top before leaning down to capture your pebbled nipple through the fabric.
"Jack," you gasped, squeezing the hand that was still intertwined with yours on the bed. You'd never felt anything like that before, the warm wetness of his mouth, even over the fabric, was enough to have you moaning. Jack couldn't get enough of the noises coming from your mouth, each sound egging him on more and more.
"More Jack, please," you begged. You pulled your hand out of his hair, pulling down the top of your tank, revealing yourself to him and he took no time to capture the puckered nub into his mouth. The previous sensations with a silk barrier were nothing compared to the texture of his tongue as it lapped at your chest, the sharp tugs of his teeth and sucking of his lump lips had you dazed. You couldn't think, your head cloudy with the new experience and you just wanted more of it, pushing his head against your chest, making him chuckle against you.
"Did my pretty girl like that?" He hummed as he pulled away, earning a sound of protest from your lips. You were left exposed as he pushed away from you slightly, observing your disheveled state—hair messy, eyes wild, skin flushed, one breast out of your now twisted tank top. He was in awe of you. You, on the other hand, felt shy; your hand moving to adjust your tanktop and preserve your modesty, but his free hand captured yours and pulled it to rest on the bed near your head.
"There's no need to hide, baby. It's just me. I already love you clothed, now I just want to love you naked too." His words made your heart skip. The two of you had exchanged "I love yous" about a week or so ago, and you weren't sure if you'd ever get used to hearing those three words coming from his lips. Every time you did, it felt like a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.
"I love you too." You said, looking up at him prettily, making Jack groan.
"Say that again while looking at me like that, and I'll cum right here in my pants." He joked, making you giggle, puckering your lips to let him know you wanted another kiss, which he happily obliged. You let go of both of your hands that were intertwined with his, cupping his face and running your hands through his beard, loving the feel of it under your fingertips.
After a moment, you pulled away from his lips breathless, resting your head on his as you kept your eyes closed for a moment. You took a deep breath before pushing against his shoulders as you followed him to a sitting up position. You grabbed the hem of your tank top, peeling it away from your body with the intention of tossing it elsewhere, but you pulled it back to cover yourself once more. You looked up at Jack with wide eyes, your nerves shooting back up at the thought of being topless in front of a man for the first time. You opened your mouth but closed it again, unsure of what you even wanted to say in that moment.
"It's okay, baby. It's just me, just Jack." He reassured you. "You don't have to take it off if you don't want to, you can put it back on. Whatever you're comfortable with." His hand came to rub your arm that was held tightly against your chest. You shook your head. You really wanted to do this, you wanted to be vulnerable with him.
"C-can I have another kiss?" You asked shyly, your eyes almost teary, making him pout at your nervousness.
"You can have whatever you want, baby." He promised, cupping your cheeks and delivering a kiss worthy of an Oscar in hopes of comforting you. It was a kiss that had you forgetting all of your insecurities, your arms abandoning their post against your chest, dropping the silk as you leaned up and climbed into Jack's lap, your arms wrapping around his neck, your chest pressed right to his. A deep groan left his throat, exciting you as you continued to kiss him like your life depended on it. You enjoyed the feeling of skin against skin, finally feeling his warmth without any barriers, his soft chest hair tickling you as you pressed yourself harder against him, distinctly aware of the bulge you felt against your inner thigh.
You felt his hands leave your face, slowly making their way down your neck and shoulders, feeling their way across your back and waist, coming over to your sides to brush your hips and stomach, before creeping up to cup your breasts again. You pull away, enjoying his nimble ministrations, your head falling back as you ignore every insecure thought and just enjoyed the feeling of his touch. He watched you pull away from his body, your hands steady on his shoulders as you bared your torso to him, his eyes feasting on what no other man has ever.
"You're so beautiful baby, beyond beautiful." His words were quiet, as if he was in disbelief that someone could be so beautiful. You blushed, but resisted the urge to cover yourself again. You squeezed your eyes tight as you felt his fingers begin tracing the outline of your upper body, leaving no part of you untouched. His lips met yours quickly, before placing another kiss on your chin, then across your jaw, down the column of your neck to the front of your throat, and down your sternum. You felt him stop between your breasts, the two mounds cupped in each hand as he brought them together, his face nuzzled between the flesh as he blew raspberries, making you giggle and push him away.
"You did not just do that!"
"I've been wanting to motorboat these titties since I saw them in that top you wore on our first date." You recalled the black velvet corset top you wore, the stiff underwire basically had your boobs pushed up to your chin. You were adamant that it was inappropriate, but your friends vetoed your request to wear something else.
"Happy now?" You laughed, looking down at him from your perch on his lap.
"Very! But, I think I'm gonna be an even happier man by the end of the night." He winked, a finger tugging at the waistband of your pajama shorts before letting it snap back against you. You blushed, looking away from him, feeling nervous all over again.
"Lay back for me baby." He gently commanded. His hand on the small of your back guiding you back down to the bed, your heart racing at the thought of what was about to happen.
"Are we gonna... now?" You ask nervously, feeling embarrassed about even asking.
"No, baby, not yet. I gotta make sure you're ready for me, just relax." You released a sigh, not necessarily of relief, but a sigh nonetheless.
"Just trust me, okay. Can you do that?" You nodded.
"Uh-uh, I need to hear it." He insisted.
"I trust you, J."
"Good." He hadn't realized how much of an affect hearing you say you trusted him would have on him. He smiled, warmth blooming in his chest. He took this very seriously, wanting to make sure your first time was perfect.
He leaned down, pressing a few kisses to your chest before moving down to capture your nipple in his mouth again, his other hand giving attention to the other, massaging, pinching and tugging. He wanted you to get lost in the sensations like you did the first time, and he could tell by your body language and moans that he had accomplished just that. He pulled his mouth away, moving slowly down your stomach and navel, placing open mouth kisses on the exposed skin. His fingers gently played with the band of your shorts, his eyes looking up to try and meet yours but your eyes were closed and head turned away.
He made the executive decision to continue, slowly peeling down the silk fabric, noticing the soaked patch along the inner seam, the fabric darkened with your desire for him. His actions were slow, giving you the chance to stop him at any time, but instead you lifted your hips up to assist him in his task. You allowed him to pull the fabric away, your thighs pressed together as you attempted to hide yourself from him. He discarded the fabric, coming to lay beside you, two of his fingers coming to rest under your chin and guide your face back to his. Your eyes remain closed, and he took a moment to look at your face, pouting at the thought that you were uncomfortable with him seeing you.
"Open your eyes, pretty girl." He whispered to you, his hand caressing your cheek. You shook your head.
"C'mon, let me see those pretty eyes." He asked again, placing a kiss on each eyelid, your lashes tickling his lips. Your eyes fluttered open, a little teary because of your nerves. He grabbed your hand, holding it in his as he brought it up to his chest, over his heart which was beating fast.
"I'm nervous too. It's perfectly normal." You were still baffled that Jack could feel nervous, he was always so confident in everything he did, it was something you admired about him. You just nodded in response before pulling your intertwined hands away from his chest, putting them on your navel and guiding it lower. You unclamped your thighs, relaxing a bit as you both watched your hand guide his between your legs. You widened your legs a bit, allowing him more space as you let his hand go, your hand now simply resting on his forearm as you allowed him to explore your most sacred space.
You scooted closer to him, resting your head on his arm that he used to keep himself up, your free hand pulling him down to kiss him again. You felt two fingers slide between your folds, slipping through with the ease of your slick. You both moaned at the feeling: you at his fingers rubbing against your sensitive flesh and him at the warm wetness that he was excited to feel wrapped around him. His fingers were slow and gentle, just rubbing your mound, his ring and middle between your folds with his forefinger and pink on the outside. He paid attention to every sound you made as you two kissed, adjusting his speed or pressure to see what reactions he could elicit from you.
He was cautious as he dipped his middle finger inside you, slowly pressing the digit inside you, your wet walls welcoming it with ease. His motions were slow and you didn't have much of a reaction, so he decided to add a second, his ring finger pressing in as well. This time you gasped at the sensation, the two fingers filling you in a way you hadn't felt before. It was different than your own fingers, two of his feeling like 3 of yours. You moaned at the feeling, his fingers curling against the spongy ceiling of your core repeatedly
"Oh, Jack," you moaned, your head pressing into his bicep as you pulled away from his lips to breathe. You nodded, biting your lip to stop another moan as he used his thumb to apply pressure to your clit.
"Jack, please," you felt that familiar knot in your stomach, stronger than you had ever felt it when it was just you alone. You gripped his forearm, scared he'd pull away. You widen your legs, shifting your hips to the rhythm of his fingers.
"I've got you, angel." He applied just a bit more pressure, keeping the same steady pace as he listened to every one of your moans get louder until you let out a breathless cry, your back arching as your thighs clamped around his hand. He kept his fingers moving inside you, his fingers feeling the gush of wetness your orgasm released.
Your breathing was heavy, your body buzzing from your orgasm. It wasn't your first orgasm, not at all, but it was your first given to you by someone else and it felt better than anything you'd ever felt before. You opened your eyes to see Jack watching you in adoration, making you blush and look away with a shy smile. He chuckled a bit, pulling his hand from between your legs.
"Have you ever tasted yourself?" You shook your head. You never thought about it before. He brought his now soaked fingers to your lips and you hesitantly took just the tips between your lips, tasting the bland fluid before pulling away with a scrunched face. It didn't taste like much, a bit salty in your opinion. He chuckled and took the digits fully between his lips, moaning at the taste.
"I can't wait to taste you properly." He stated, pulling away to move down your body, but you reached out to stop him, slightly uncomfortable with the thought of having him eat you out.
"Jack... not this time?" Your statement came out more like a shy question.
"Sure, angel. Whatever you want." He was quick to reassure you that you were in charge. "Next time." He promised with a wink, making your face burn at the thought.
"You know," you cleared your throat, "It's unfair that I'm the only one naked." You pointed out, snapping the waistband of Jack's basketball shorts against his hip as he had done to you earlier.
"I couldn't agree more! Where are my manners, princess," he was eager to get naked, jumping up from the bed to take off the final barrier. He jumped back into bed, making you bounce and giggle at his theatrics.
"Better?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you, completely exposed without a single care in the world. You lowered your gaze to your hands in your lap, bashful to take a peek of what the fabric had held covered all this time.
"You can look, you know. I don't mind. I'm all yours." He reassured you. You looked up at his face for a moment, his smile was kind and reassuring. You slowly allowed your eyes to trail down his body, gasping once you saw his hard dick, both long and wide. You glanced back at him with wide eyes, nervous of how that was meant to fit inside you. You had obviously seen a dick, granted not in person, but you've seen them nonetheless. Your girlfriends always reassured you that the size of dicks in real life were significantly smaller than the intimidating ones in porn. But here laid Jack, with a dick big enough to have its own category in porn.
"I..., is that...,will it...," you couldn't form a sentence as you tried to look away from it, but couldn't. It was pretty, almost mesmerizing as you watched it bob under its own heavy weight. You looked back up at Jack, a proud smirk on his face.
"Don't worry, it'll fit." He winked, reading your mind and answering your most pressing question. He got up on his knees, coming to sit in front of you so you could get a closer look. You took a moment to gaze upon the naked male figure in all its glory; Jack truly looked sculpted, carved from the finest marble. You'd never seen a naked man in person, but you were glad that Jack was the first.
"Can I...?" You glanced down at his length and back up at his eyes. He nodded and smiled encouragingly. You started your descent from his shoulders, getting up on your knees in front of him for better leverage. Your hands working their way down the contours of his body, tracing the veins and muscular outlines until you reached his happy trail. You skipped touching his dick, opting to massage both of his thighs, feeling the powerful muscles under your hands. You finally found the courage to trace a finger from the base to the tip, swirling your finger around the bulbous head making Jack hiss at the sensitivity.
"I'm sorry!" You pulled your hand away, but he brought it back, encouraging you to hold the base of him.
"It's okay, it's just sensitive. Just be gentle." He informed you. You held him in your palm, handling him gently as instructed. You didn't do much, afraid of hurting him in some way, but you stroked him a bit, enjoying the way eyes closed and he groaned. You pulled your hand away from him, gently laying it on his thigh as his eyes reopened.
"You're really pretty, Jack." You shyly complement, referring to the face he made when you were pleasuring him just moments ago.
"Not as pretty as you, my love." He smiled and pulled you in for a short kiss. He pushed you back against the bed, reaching over to his night stand to grab a small foil packet. You lifted yourself on your elbows and watched him with curiosity as he opened the wrapper, positioning it on the head of his dick. You reached out your hand, placing it on the latex and attempting to roll it down, but you were unsuccessful alone, looking at an amused Jack for assistance as he helped guide your fingers to lower the rubber down his length.
"Thank you, my little assistant." He teases as he came to hover over you again. "Hmm, maybe we can role play that some day." He mused, making you giggle and roll your eyes. By now you knew that he was just trying to keep you out of your head with a few jokes.
"You ready, angel?" He asked you with soft eyes. You nodded to him, but you knew that he would want to hear you say it.
"I trust you." You reminded him again, ready to take this next step with him. Jack lowered himself between your legs, you found a comfortable position with them on either side of his waist. You felt him rub himself between your folds, the abundance of slick coating him to aid in his insertion. You felt the bulbous head press at your entrance, pressing and pulling back a few times before finally pressing in at a slow pace. You closed your eyes as you felt Jack's forehead rest against yours.
"You're doing so well, baby. So good." He whispered, his lips grazing yours as he spoke the words. You tried to keep your breathing steady, focusing on his words as he spoke to you. There was a stinging as he stretched you open, your body tensing at the foreign intrusion, causing Jack to pause.
"You just gotta relax f'me, okay?" His words were strained as he fought the urge to bury himself in your wet heat. He'd waited months for this, willingly and happily of course, but nonetheless waited months to experience this. He placed kisses around your face, kissing away the lone tear from the corner of your eye.
"So... you come here often?" He joked, making you choke out a giggle at his silliness. Only Jack could make the most intimate and vulnerable moment of your life light and easy. Once your fit of giggles died down, Jack decided to test the waters and press in further, pressing in to about the halfway point before he heard a pained cry escape your lips.
"I know, baby, I'm sorry. If I could take the pain away, I would." He promised, you nodded your head against his, knowing that he meant every word of it. You kept your eyes closed, your face scrunched as you felt the girth of him stretch you open.
"Just keep going, J. It's okay." You told him.
"We can wait, there's no rush."
"No, Jack. Just do it, please. I want to get this part over with." You weren't sure what was worse, the burn of the stretch or sitting in anticipation. You'd rather just rip the bandaid and get it over with.
"Please, Jack. I want to feel you." You looked up at him with pleading eyes. You knew he was hesitant about hurting you, he hated that he's already hurt you and hated the fact that he was about to do it again. He nodded, leaning down to kiss you as he slid the rest of the way in, making you cry out. He was swift with his movements, pressing in fully and groaning at the feeling, his thighs shaking as he ducked to nuzzle into your neck. He felt guilty that what brought him intense pleasure also brought you pain. He pulled away from your neck, pressing a kiss to your cheek and asking if you were okay, you just nodded and looked away from him.
He rested his head on your cheek, the two of you panting in each other's embrace before he moved to capture your lips with his. His arms came to cradle you to his body, kissing you passionately. As your body relaxed you began moving against the pressure inside you, rocking your hips gently. Jack pulled his head away from you, watching your face as you continued to move your hips; your eyes were shut, brows furrowed, mouth in an O shape as you took in the foreign sensations between your legs. You felt Jack nudge his nose against yours, getting your attention, your eyes fluttering open to meet his.
"You okay, princess?" His eyes searched yours. You nodded and smiled at him, your hips finding a rhythm that felt good as you continued to rock against him.
"I wanna feel you, Jack." You shyly whispered, not knowing how to ask him to move. He took your hint, pulling back his hips just a bit before pushing back into you, the two of you moaning. He continued like that, each thrust pulling out a little further, pushing in a little harder, testing the waters, carefully analyzing your reactions.
"Oh God, Jack," you couldn't help but moan in his ear. You had never felt something like this, the fullness of him inside you reaching a place you truly didn't know existed. You had heard about sex, read about sex, watched it, but nothing could compare to the actual feeling of it. The connection, physical, emotional, spiritual, was indescribable. You held on to Jack as he expertly worked your body, angling your hips as he continued thrusting and grinding a place so deep inside you. Each thrust wound the coil in your abdomen up tighter and tighter, his lips attacking any exposed skin that he could kiss, his hands caressing your body in a way no man had ever done before. It was all enough to have you crashing over the edge, a fire licking its way from your core to the tips of your fingers and toes, waves crashing over you again and again, your body drowning yet your spirit being brought to life all at the same time.
You held on to him, your legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck as you tried to catch your breath. You were sensitive all over, your body shaking and twitching with what felt truly like electricity. As you regained your awareness, you let your muscles relax, slowly releasing him and letting your limbs collapse onto the bed. You felt Jack pull out of you, falling over to your side as he pulled you close to his sweaty body, a kiss delicately placed to your forehead as he caught his breath.
You looked at his beautiful face, his skin completely flushed as he laid there with closed eyes. You watched him for a bit before having a curious thought.
"Jack?" You called to him. He just hummed in acknowledgment. "Did..., did you, um..., uh-," you weren't sure how to ask him.
"I did," he chuckled, opening his eyes to look at your curious face.
"You did?" Even though you felt embarrassed, you still wanted to make sure he was satisfied.
"Yeah, baby. You were probably too into your own orgasm to realize I came too." He teased, making you blush.
"Sorry," you apologized, feeling a little selfish for not paying more attention to him.
"No need to apologize, baby. Just means we've gotta do it again." He wiggled his eyebrows as he came to lay over you. You giggled, brushing his sweaty curls out of his face to kiss him.
"You did so good, angel. So proud of you." He whispered, his tone soft but serious. You blushed and thanked him, if it weren't for his patience, this experience could have gone in a completely different direction.
"So... what was that idea about you being my assistant, hm?" He teased, going back to his silly self and making you giggle.
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You make your way into your and Jack’s shared home, throwing your keys and purse onto the entryway table. You slide off your sneakers, being extra careful not to mess with the bandage covering your lower back that was currently being held in place with your high-rise leggings.
“Babe?” You yell as you fix yourself up, making sure your oversized T-shirt covered your lower back so that it didn’t show the surprise you just got for your lover.
“In the kitchen!” He yells back, causing you to take small steps to his location. Once you approached the kitchen, you find him standing at the stove, turning it on to low before making his way to you. He was about to bring his hand to your lower back to pull you in for a kiss, something that the two of you did after any time apart. But before he could, you quickly stepped back, hiding your smile behind your hand.
“How was your day?” You ask him, Jack looking at you suspiciously as you were acting really squirrely. “Actually we can talk about your day later. Ask me about my day.” You interrupt before he could even answer, still trying to hide your smile.
Jack turns the stove off as he sits at the chair of the island, you standing on the opposite side directly in front of him. You lean forward on your elbows, your breasts peaking out of your V-neck shirt for him to see. He glances from them back to your eyes a couple times before he leans back, crossing his arms and smirking. “How was your day, Y/N?” He asks seductively.
You finally let out a small laugh as you make your way to the other side of the counter, stopping directly in front of him. “I had a good day. I got you something while I was out,” you reply in the same tone he used.
“Oh yeah?” He asks, reaching to pull you closer to him before you stepped back once again.
“I need you to keep your hands to yourself for a moment, Jackman.” You say, raising your eyebrows at him.
“Jackman? Since when do you call me Jackman outside of the bedroom?” He asks, wanting to get to the bottom of whatever has got you acting suspiciously.
“Do you wanna see what I got you or not?” You ask still trying to keep a straight face. He gives you a look that said he did, so you grab his chair and swivel it to where he wasn’t facing you. “Don’t peak.” You tell him. You removed your oversized T-shirt, throwing it on the floor. You work on your leggings next, carefully removing them and throwing it somewhere with your shirt.
“What’re you doing back there?” Jack asks with a laugh with his back still to you.
“Just hold on a sec,” you say as you go to remove the bandaging that was covering your new tattoo. You threw it into the counter, looking back at it to make sure it still looked as good as it did at the tattoo parlor. When you were pleased, you straightened yourself forward, standing in just your bra and lace thong. “Okay, turn around.” You say in confidence.
Jack turns his chair around, seeing you standing before him. His tongue presses the inside of his cheek with a smirk, before mumbling out, “You get a new thong?” thinking that’s what the surprise was.
“Well, I don’t think you’ll care about this thing in a minute because look,” you spun around, hooking your fingers onto the straps of your thong and slightly pulling them down for him to see.
At your middle lower back just above your crack where your panty line was, was his name tattooed on you in the most delicate cursive font.
✨Jackman✨
You peek over your shoulder to find him standing starstruck (looking like this 😧), his hands resting in his hair. “Is that real, Y/N?” He asks with barely a whisper. You were convinced you would have missed it if you weren’t waiting to hear his reaction.
“As real as it gets, baby.” You laugh, pulling your thong off completely before turning around and throwing it at Jack’s shocked face. “Do you like it?”
He puts the thong in his pocket before he finally walks up to you, picking you up by the ribs and sitting you on the island counter. “You’re mine forever now, aren’t you?” He asks against your neck that he was soaking with wet kisses, reaching his arms around you to unclamp your bra.
“I always was.” You whimper out once you feel your bra straps slide off your shoulders and his hands cupping your breast.
He pulls back after a moment, admiring you for only a moment before he says, “Turn around. I wanna see it.” You laugh before you do as he says, hearing a “Gah dammmmn.” and the swift motion of his clothes being thrown off of himself.
He makes his way back to you, bending you over the counter so that the tattoo and your ass was clear as day to him. He begins to kiss all around it, making sure to leave many marks but also being mindful to not irritate the tattoo. “I love you, Y/N. You’re mine. Now and forever too.” He says from behind you, cupping his hand around to grab your breast as he uses his other hand to align his growing length with your wet folds.
You were already trembling in excitement, your hands laying flat on the counter to hold you up and in place. You let out a moan as you felt him finally slide into you, closing your eyes as you leaned your head back. He grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling it even further back, kissing your neck as he begins to quicken his pace in you.
“You like being mine, huh? You want everyone to know you belong to Jackman, huh?” He says in your ear, you mumbling all kinds of words as you already felt your legs beginning to shake.
“Yes. Fuuuuuck-yes. All yours. Now and forever.” You mumble out, gripping the counter with your palms.
Jack traces his finger along the tattoo, whispering out, “You should see it from back here. So god damn sexy, Y/N.” You only feel his pace getting quicker and sloppier.
“Babe, babe. I’m gunna-“ you start, your orgasm quickly approaching.
“Wait for me, Y/N,” Jack mumbles out as his pace was reaching such a fast pace that you couldn’t comprehend it. Just as your euphoria began to hit, Jack pulls out, his hot liquid spilling all across your new tattoo. He begins to massage it into your skin using his dick, whispering “We gotta keep it oiled up, right?” Into your ear as you began to come down from your high.
“Yup, something like that.” You laugh with him as the two of you walked to the bathroom to get cleaned up and properly clean Jack’s new favorite thing about you.
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Jack Harlow x Reader : CRAVINGS AND ARGUMENTS
This pregnancy was different from your first to say the least. The first pregnancy you had no cravings, so when you woke up today craving some weird food combinations you had a plan set in motion.
The only problem is? Your husband hasn’t left your side since he got home two days ago. He doesn’t let you drive and he doesn’t let you be alone for more than five minutes.
If you had to go to the restroom he made sure to be outside the door to hear in case you fell or something. He was every bit dramatic and worried, you loved that about him. But after two days, you were growing annoyed.
You were putting your sandals on when Jack walked into the living room.
“I know you’re not going anywhere right now.” He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow . “I see you have your purse and keys, were you sneaking out?”
You groan. “You and Mia were taking a nap so I was going to make a quick run to the store.”
“Absolutely not, I told you-“
“Yes, yes, I know Jackman.” You roll your eyes.
“Okay first of all, calm down.” He goes to hug you, rubbing circles on your back. “Second of all, hand me the list and I’ll go for you.”
You shake your head. “Jack, I want to go. I need to get fresh air.”
“Go outside then, I finally built your swing.”
“Ughh, okay okay. Just go.” You plop down on the couch. “I’ll text you the list.”
He bends down, lifts up your chin so you can look at him. “Don’t be moody baby.” He pecks your lips and smiles. “I’ll be back.”
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It was thirty minutes later that Jack was walking back inside the house with two bags in hand.
You’re immediately confused. “What’s wrong? Did you forget your wallet?”
“Huh? Oh no, I’m done.” He says, walking into the kitchen. You quickly follow behind him.
“Babe, you usually take forever at the store when I send you with a list. No way you’re back this fast.”
He starts taking out the groceries from the bags and you look at the stuff in confusion. “What’s all this?”
“Your snacks and food.”
You grab a bag of green beans, “This wasn’t on my list.” You look at the peas, the wheat thins. “I definitely didn’t put this down.”
Jack doesn’t say anything. “Jack, where are my pickles? My hot Cheetos, my Dr. Pepper?” You dig through the stuff he brought home. “Most importantly, where are my spicy noodles?”
He scratches his neck. “About that.”
“What?”
“Baby, that’s all unhealthy stuff. You need to watch what you eat for the baby.”
You glare at him. “Jackman, please tell me you’re pranking me right now. Because if you didn’t bring me what I asked for, you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”
“Okay so I didn’t bring- wait before you get mad.” He goes up to you. “There weren't any noodles and babe, Dr Pepper with creamer? That’s gross so I’m saving you the disgust.”
“You don’t see me give you shit about your chicken and peanut butter.” You glare.
“Wait, that's not fair. Mia actually likes my chicken with peanut butter.”
You chuckle. “News flash, she doesn’t. She hates it and throws it to the neighbor's dog.”
He gasps. “Wow, what a way to shatter my heart.”
You glare at him and walk out of the kitchen and make your way back to the living room. You snatch your phone and sit down.
Jack follows behind you, smirking “What are you doing grumpy pants?”
You ignore him, continuing to scroll through your phone.
“Babe, are you really going to ignore me?” You stay quiet again.
“So what snacks do you want from the kitchen? I’ll cut you some veggies and fruit.”
You glare at him. “If you come near me with those wanna be snacks, I will hurt you.”
“Babe, stop being dramatic.” He chuckles, placing his hands on your bump.
“I’ll be whatever I want to be right now.” You push his hands away. “Don’t touch me.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
You roll your eyes. “You offered to go to the store for me, the least you could’ve done was bring me what I asked for.”
“That is what has you so mad?” He shakes his head. “Babe, I’m just looking out for you.”
You hum, but continue scrolling through your phone. “Who are you texting?”
“Gerald.”
“What did he say?- WAIT WHAT?” He snaps his head towards you. “You’re texting who?”
“Maybe he’ll bring me what I actually ask for.”
“Stop being petty.”
“Who said I was being petty? You can’t give me what I want, let me go ask all the guys who are in my dms begging for scraps.”
“All this pettiness over fucking food?”
“YES.” You yell. “You know I don’t play about my food, especially with this pregnancy. I crave weird things, you think I’m happy about that? I watch what I eat every other day but god forbid I get a weird craving, don’t blame me if your son comes out with a cone head.”
The doorbell rings and you get up as fast as your belly lets you and head to the door.
You grab the bags and close the door.
“Who dropped that off?”
“Gerald.” You snap at him.
Trying to head to the kitchen but he takes the bags from you. “Quit fucking playing.”
“Maybe you should’ve brought me what I asked for.” You shrug and start unpacking the bags.
You smile at what he dropped off. “He’s the best.”
“Who dropped these off? Because no way delivery got here this quick.”
“My favorite Harlow.” You bite into a pickle and do a little dance at the juicy flavor. “Your brother knew you’d pull some shit so he asked me to send him my list.”
You grab the monitor from the counter to double check Mia was still down for her nap. Once you see that she is, you continue to unpack the groceries your brother in law dropped off.
“Okay, I get it but I was only looking out for you.” He groans once he sees the pack of noodles. “I hate when you eat these.”
You shrug, “That sounds like a you problem.”
He nods and scratches his beard. “Do you need anything else ?”
You shake your head. “Oh no, I’m good, wouldn’t want you ruining anything else.”
“I’m going back to bed with Mia.” He kisses the top of your head. “Sorry for all of this.” He mumbles quietly and walks out.
You pick nothing up on his tone so you continue with putting away the groceries that you weren’t going to use right now.
In a plate you placed two pickles, baby carrots, and peanut butter. You filled a glass cup with ice and poured some Dr Pepper with creamer.
You made your way to the table, grabbing the black bag of hot Cheetos. Once you take a few bites of your snacks, dipping your pickles with peanut butter. You get a wave of emotions crashing in on you.
You can’t help but let the tears out, you push away your plate. You were about to head upstairs but you came face to face with Jack.
“What’s wrong.?” He asked, scared.
You hug him. “I’m sorry, I was being a bitch and you didn’t deserve that. I know you’re looking out for me but I just get annoyed so quickly and I hate it that I take it out on you.”
“Hey, hey.” He rubs your back. “Deep breath’s baby, you’re okay.”
You shake your head. “But I’m not, I shouldn’t be so mean to you, over snacks and food. That’s so silly.”
“I should’ve brought you what you asked for, so it’s on me.” He hugs you tighter against his chest.
“Why couldn’t you get the weird cravings again this time?” You joke, remembering how when you were pregnant with Mia, it was him with the mood swings and cravings.
He laughs, “That was a crazy time.” He pulls back a bit so he can look at you. “We’re okay baby, I understand you feel different this time around. I shouldn’t be pushing your buttons about it either.”
“I’m still sorry though, I know you’re trying your best.” You get on your tippy toes and kiss his neck. “You’ve been amazing and I’m just bitchy and moody.”
“Baby relax, everything is okay.” he places his hands on your round bump. “Let me help you”
“I’m going to hold it for a little while, is that okay?” You nod, as he quickly places his hands under your belly, lifting it up a bit.
You lean back on his chest and leave out a deep sigh. “That feels good.”
He kisses your neck, “Little man is really kicking at your side right now.”
“You know he does that whenever we fight or whenever he hears your voice.” You close your eyes as he starts swaying you both side to side.
“He’s going to be good at soccer.” At those words, you feel a big kick on your side, you and Jack chuckle at that.
“We’re good baby boy, just mommy and daddy having a disagreement.” You place your hand where he kicked.
“We’re more than okay little man.” He whispers. After his words, your son kicks again making you and Jack smile and shed a few tears of happiness.
This pregnancy wasn’t easy by any means but Angel “Ez” Harlow was worth it.
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Gym Crush (NSFW)
AN: all imma say is blame Melissa @a-moment-captured 😂🤣
Synopsis: Jack has been going to your gym for a while now, and you've developed a little crush. So you also developed a plan to get him to notice you.
Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader
Requested by: my bestie @a-moment-captured 💕
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You had your eyes on him ever since he had walked through the door that evening and you couldn’t help but to be easily distracted from completing your workout.
What should have only taken you thirty to forty-five minutes was now on its way to taking you an hour and a half and it was entirely his fault.
Especially because of those back muscles that he was putting on display.
And this happened every single time that you saw him.
When you discovered that one of your celebrity crushes, Jack Harlow, came to your gym sometimes with his trainer, you knew that you had to shoot your shot. You weren't one of those girls that just stood around and waited for a man to approach you. If you wanted it, you went to go get it.
Since Jack noticed that he would see you on a regular basis, the two of you would speak to each other, but that was as far as you had gotten.
Tonight you noticed that he was by himself and it was getting pretty late when you decided to make your move. The gym would be closing in about another two hours or so and you figured this was the perfect opportunity.
It was now or never, right?
The two of you were the only ones currently in the weight lifting section of the gym as you began making your way towards him currently working on the lat pulldown machine.
You waited until he was finished with his set to tap him on the shoulder and he turned to look over at you.
“Hey.” You softly said and you noticed that Jack had been taking in your gym outfit which consisted of a workout bra and biker shorts.
“Hey, I saw you earlier when I got here, but it looked like you were in your zone so I didn't say anything.”
“I'm almost finished now and I was wondering if you could spot me? I've never done this much weight before so it would be nice to have an extra set of hands just in case.” You sweetly said and Jack stood up from the machine and you took note of how much he towered above you.
“Sure, what are you working on?”
“Squats.” You answered and you quickly saw him smirk before trying to cover it up and remain with a neutral facial expression.
“Let's get to it then.”
When you had gone down into your first squat, you made sure to poke your ass all the way out and once you did that, your body couldn't help but to graze Jack as you attempted to hide your smirk.
This continued until you got all the way to twelve which was the end of your set and once Jack helped you place the barbell back on the rack, you felt him lean forward to whisper in your ear.
“I have another workout in mind.”
“Oh really? What kind?” You whispered back as you glanced at him over your shoulder.
“A workout just for me and you.”
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All that could be heard was skin against skin as Jack had his hand over your mouth and bent over the counter that was in the bathroom in the locker room.
He had told you multiple times to be quiet so that no one would hear the two of you and figured that putting his hand over your mouth was his last option.
“Y/N, someone is going to hear us if you don't quiet your little pretty self down. Can you do that for me?”
Nodding your head was the only answer that you were able to give him because of how much pleasure you were in.
Coming to this gym for over two years, you knew when it would be slow and barely anyone would be in there, so you quickly took advantage of it and reassured him that no one would walk in on the two of you.
Even though Jack’s hand was over your mouth, your muffled whimpers and moans could still be heard which made him increase his pace as you were trying to hold onto the counter to steady yourself. When he felt as if you were pulling away from him, he quickly pulled you back and reached down to massage small circles along your clit which had your eyes rolling back because of how close you knew you were.
Just then the two of you heard footsteps coming into the locker room and Jack immediately halted his movements. He slowly backed the two of you into one of the many bathroom stalls with his hand still covering your mouth as the footsteps were coming closer. He then continued his task of massaging your clit and you were about to lose it right then and there.
“You better not make a sound.” He whispered in your ear as you heard the water turn on at the sink, and you assumed that they were washing their hands.
That was when Jack slowly began moving in and out of you once more and you were fighting every urge not to cry out. Once the sink had turned off, the two of you still heard footsteps and then noticed that they had sat down and whipped out their phone as Jack had peeked through the crack In the door.
Jack then increased his pace and you just knew for a fact that your legs were going to give out at any second.
“Shh, you're being so good for me.”
It didn't take long for you to reach your peak with Jack following soon after and he quickly turned you around to face him as he placed several kisses on your lips in order for you to remain quiet.
“Such a good girl.”
The footsteps that you originally heard were finally becoming more distant and you felt as if you could breathe again.
“Fuck.” You quietly muttered while moving a piece of hair that had quickly stuck to your face because of your previous activities.
“I didn't realize that I would be doing two workouts instead of one.” You said while looking up at him and all you did was smirk.
“I know you didn't need my help with that weight because I've seen you lift heavier. You think I didn't notice that your eyes had been on me the entire night?” Jack asked and all you could do was laugh.
“Well I think next time I'm going to need help with my chest press.”
“Nah, forget all that. The next workout you’re about to do only involves one thing.”
“And what would that be?”
“You riding me.”
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"You got one more time to get an attitude with me before I fuck it out of you."
“You got one more time to get an attitude with me before I fuck it out of you.” Jack whispered in your ear, feeling his warm breath against your cheek.
At this point, you were asking for it. And rightfully so. Jack wanted to be at this event, not you. And you expressed that to him clear as day, yet he didn’t take the hint, promising to do whatever you’d like when the two of you got home.
Was it worth it? Probably. Yet, you were still going to try to get out of it. And if it meant making Jack horny, so be it.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You folded your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at him. The loud music from the club mellowed your tone, isolated from the atmosphere despite it being crowded.
“I know you do. Look, I’m sorry I brought you out here, but you know what this does for me in the industry.”
“Mhm.” You unfolded your arms and walked away from him, moving towards the bar.
If that’s what he wanted to play, then you were going to play too.
Taking the lemon drop shot to the head, you slammed the glass down on the counter, making sure to put it on Jack’s tab. You made your way to the dance floor, working your way into the crowd.
A few more lemon drop shots from the bar and you were feeling yourself, bumping and grinding up against the people next to you, not a care in the world.
It was Urban that peeped you. And Jack that stormed over towards you. Before you knew it, you were outside the club, the music still echoing in your ears.
“What are you doing babe? I was having fun!” You spoke, the smell of alcohol on your lips.
“I was watching you out there on the floor, what were you thinking?” Jack groaned, looking you in the eyes.
“You wanted me to have fun, so I was. Isn’t that what you asked for?” A smirk grew on your lips, Jack’s facial expression changing to rage mixed with lust.
He grabbed you by your hips, pulling you close into a searing kiss.
“We’re gonna have a lot of fun when we get home.” He gave you a firm slap on the ass, you jumping in his embrace.
Oh you sure were.
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Request: Making Jack laugh when he’s in a bad mood 🤪
Tickles and laughs
Jack had woken up with a lot of missed calls from his management, someone had messed up his schedule, and that led to him having to be out of town for your birthday. You didn't have anything planned but he still didn't want to leave you on your birthday.
That was the reason why he was in a very bad mood and grumpy when you finally woke up. "Good morning baby" You rolled over and put your hands on his chest
"Morning" he mumbled and continued to text furiously on his phone.
"What's up" You fully sat up, noticing he wasn't his usual self.
"Nothing" he answered with a sigh as he put his phone down, throwing his head back and pulling his hands up to rub his face.
"Well it doesn't look like nothing," you said, receiving a look from Jack, "Fine, tell me when you feel like it" you mumbled, knowing he sometimes needed time to process things before talking about it. In the meantime, you got up to make the two of you breakfast.
"Jack, breakfast is ready" you yelled out for him as you plated the sandwiches you had made the both of you.
"I'm here" he chuckled from behind you, making you jump.
"Oh, you scared me" you giggled, receiving a small smile from him but nothing more than that. Jack was clearly still in a bad mood, but you didn't push it, instead, you handed him his plate and the both of you walked to the living room to watch your series as you ate.
As a way to try and make him laugh, you poked his side, knowing how ticklish he was. He jumped a bit before shaking his head, looking at you. "Stop" he raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face
"You're annoying" you simply said and took a bite from your sandwich. He grabbed your plate and put it down on the table and then he brought you closer to him, "I love you too" he chuckled before kissing you on your head.
"Yeah yeah" you muttered but stayed in his embrace, continuing to watch the series.
After about half an hour, Jack's phone buzzed multiple times making him pick it up to read the messages, this time he didn't bother answering any of them, he just threw it to the side with a sigh.
"Okay there's clearly something bothering you" You gave up waiting for him to tell you
"I'm trying to figure it out" he sighed running his fingers through his hair.
"Well let me help you figure it out" You sat up straight and turned around to look at him better.
"Come on, I don't like seeing you like this" you groaned, "let me at least see that beautiful smile of yours?" you said, and Jack gave you a small smile.
"no, not that smile - a big one, teeth and all that stuff" you giggled and leaned forward to tickle him again.
"Okay fine fine" he laughed and tried to take away your hands, but you didn't give up, instead you straddled him and continued to tickle him, hearing his beautiful laugh.
"I'll tell you, just stop" he was getting out of breath now, the both of you laughing loudly. You stopped tickling him and went to sit down next to him on the couch, but he put his hands on your hips making you stay in that position.
He pulled you closer and embraced you for a few seconds, putting his head on your chest. You hugged him tighter and played with his hair. After a few seconds he looked up at you, his hands still around your waist, "Chris booked in an appearance on your birthday weekend" he said with a big sigh, and you could really tell how sorry he was.
"I'm trying to fix it, but they say it's nothing I can do," he said, "They make me so angry" he continued, waiting for you to say something, and when you got a smile on your face he furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding your reaction.
"You could have just said so silly" you giggled, putting your hands on either side of his face, "I can come with you" you suggested.
"Are you sure?" he looked at you surprised
"Why wouldn't I be? I don't care where we are or what we do, I just want to be with you" you said and leaned in to give him a passionate kiss.
"I love you so damn much," he said as he backed away for a second, before going in for more kisses.
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Hazel and Jade's damn cat:
You were tired of having this conversation, ignoring your husband as you continued to chase what was left of your breakfast around your plate. You were trying to be quick and finish eating before the girls were up for the day.
Jack continued to talk, you drowned him out by mindlessly scrolling on your phone.
“Y/N” he spoke sternly, as he poured his coffee into a mug. Finally getting your attention, he was growing more and more irritated that you were so clearly ignoring him.
“Jackman, I said no” you sighed, putting your phone down on the glass table louder than intended.
“Why? Jade has been asking for months. It’s almost Christmas and Lucky is lonely” he pointed at Lucky who was asleep in his dog bed without a care in the world.
“The girls hardly play with Lucky!” Your voice was louder than you had meant for it to be.
“Cats don’t need that much attention!” He defended speaking to you in a booming voice that made you shift around your seat uncomfortably.
He took a deep breath, worried the girls had heard you both and realizing he had upset you.
“Urban's friend has to rehome their cat and Urban has it right now…” He walked over to you, ready to continue the conversation as he sat down across from you at the table.
Jade and Hazel both sleepily walked into the living room, likely awoken by the argument between you two.
You however were silently thanking your lucky stars, wanting to avoid this conversation, as you ran over to them to tell them good morning.
Jack tried to hide his obvious irritation, running his hands through his curls before standing up to give the girls a morning hug and kiss.
“Daddy made breakfast, I hope you two are hungry..”
“Hungry!” Jade giggled, jumping up and down.
Jack walked into the kitchen, meeting you at the stove as you put food on plates for the girls.
“You can’t avoid this conversation forever” he whispered behind you.
“Jackman. Please!” You snapped, evidently at your wits end. You pushed past him, putting the plates down at the table for the girls.
“I’m going to take a shower” you numbly stated, going to the bedroom hastily.
“Why is mom grumpy?” Hazel whispered to her dad discreetly.
Jack stifled a laugh, “I think she’s just tired today bug. Eat your breakfast. Grandma is going to pick you up in about an hour.” He checked his phone to verify the time.
When you were out of the shower, you got both of the girls ready for their day with their grandparents, styling their hair and helping them pick outfits.
“Grandma and grandpa said we are going to go see reindeer?” Jade questioned as you put her hair into a ponytail.
“Yeah, they are taking you guys to the reindeer farm!” You nodded as Hazel sat on the bed in Jades' room.
“Were you mad at Daddy this morning?” Hazel was always good at picking up on things, which made it hard for you sometimes.
“I wasn’t mad at Daddy, I was just having a rough morning but I’m better now” you smiled.
The doorbell rang and Maggie came to the door to pick up the girls, both you and Jack giving them tender goodbyes and reminding them to use their manners.
When the door shut, you were fully prepared to ignore him, still running off fumes from the conversation this morning.
“No, I don’t think so” he stood in front of you, blocking you from moving.
“Jack- please” you sighed.
“Just talk to me! Don’t do this, communicate with me” his eyes looked down on you with so much emotion, that it was hard for you to stay upset.
“We can go see the damn cat! As in look at it! That’s it!” You rolled your eyes standing in front of him with your arms crossed against your chest.
He grabbed you, holding you securely against his chest. You relaxed against his touch, both of you muttering apologies for how this morning went.
Jack called Urban as you finished getting ready, and let him know you’d be stopping by.
Urban knew you’d leave with the cat once you saw it, but humored both of your differing opinions anyway.
Once you got to Urban's house and saw the sphynx cat you couldn’t help but giggle.
“I can just hear Jade now. Ahhh! It’s a naked kitty!” Jack mimicked as he sat down on the floor to pet the cat.
You looked at Jack and then over to Urban who made eye contact with you and smiled.
“You’re the worst Wyatt!” You playfully pushed him, making him lightly stumble backward and chuckle in response.
“So, are you taking her?” Urban grinned, handing you the pet carrier he had.
“We’re taking the damn cat” you laughed earning cheers from both men.
“But you’re on kitty litter duty for life. You’re the one who wanted her!” You turned to Jack who threw his arms up defensively.
“Fine! You got a deal Mrs. Harlow” Jack smiled.
You held the pet carrier in your lap the entire way home, peeking through the screen at the sleeping cat inside.
“You already love her” Jack teased as he drove home.
“I just hope the girls do and don’t think her hairless body is…” You paused “off putting.”
“I’m sure they won’t mind! Plus she’s not pink and hairless! Those kinda look like chickens!”
“Jackman!” You snorted, not expecting him to say that. You pointed to the pet store that was near your house, asking him to stop.
“Urban gave us her bowls and everything, remember?”
“She needs a sweater! Our house can get cold” you responded to him like he should’ve known that which made him laugh as he turned into the parking lot.
“Want me to go in?”
“Stay with her! I wanna pick the sweaters” You smiled as you hopped out of the car.
“Sweaters? With an S?”
“She has to have variety!” You stated before shutting the door to the car.
“Looks like you’re officially a member of the Harlow family little kitty. Best of luck,” Jack smiled as he spoke to the cat and watched you run inside.
When you got home, you introduced Lucky to his new friend. Lucky continued to smell her for a moment, skittish when the cat stretched its body out.
You let the two get familiar with one another while Jack set up her bed and food bowls.
“I can’t believe I have a cat” You stood there with your hands on your hips as you watched Lucky and the new addition curl up together.
“Jade is going to love her though” he smiled, truthfully not initially crazy about the idea either.
After a few hours, the girls came home and Jack stopped them at the door. You were sitting on the couch, holding the cat in your arms.
“Mommy and I have a surprise for you both but you have to be calm and use nice hands” he looked at Jade with the last statement.
Hazel already saw the cat in your arms, promising her dad that she’d be gentle as she quickly ran over to you.
“What is that?” Jade hid behind her dad’s legs.
“It’s a naked kitty!” Hazel giggled as she held her hands out to hold her.
“Why is she naked?” Jade was confused, looking up at Jack with a worried expression.
You giggled at her reaction, “She’s hairless. That's just how she looks. Do you want to put a sweater on her?”
You stood up and picked up the sweaters, handing them to her.
Hazel sat down holding the cat like a baby.
“Jadey!! She’s purring!”
Jade walked over to Hazel and sat beside her, she was still hesitant but more relaxed than she was at first.
“She’s kinda cute. She’s just funny looking!” Jade giggled.
“You’re funny looking” Hazel mumbled to herself making Jack stifle a laugh.
You rolled your eyes at your husband, and helped Jade put a sweater on the cat who meowed loudly catching everyone off guard.
“What are we thinking about naming her?” Jack smiled, waiting for the answer.
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oooh how about a rapper says something in his song abt reader and jack would not be amused
my girl || jack harlow x reader
you knew how it went in the industry, you’d heard it plenty of times before. there were countless amount of songs where rappers had thrown shade or called out exes and enemies alike. it was all apart of the game.
but you never once expected to hear your own name while casually listening to a song on the radio; especially by someone who is or more like was a friend of your boyfriend.
the very same boyfriend who was sitting next to you in the car and clearly heard the same lyrics you did.
you watched as his jaw clenched and he began gripping the steering wheel a little harder, driving slightly faster towards the studio you were en route to.
instinctively, you reached out to place your hand on his thigh, feeling him noticeably relax at your touch. you didn’t know what to say in that moment; you too were feeling hurt over the crude lyrics that were not only extremely false and out there for millions to hear, but sang by an individual you had been nothing but kind to in the past.
you knew not to take it too personal though. your boyfriend, however, did not seem to feel the same way.
…
when you finally arrived at the studio, jack was quick to get out of the car, slamming the door shut, and storming into the building the rest of his team was currently waiting for him in.
you could already hear him yelling from down the hall as you slowly lingered behind.
“who the fuck does he think he is? talk about me, i don’t care, but about my girl, my fucking wife. are you kidding me? i’m gonna kill him.”
“j, you’re not killing anyone so please just sit and calm down.” you stated softly, feeling all eyes turn to you as you made your appearance in the room known.
“but baby did you hear the disgusting things he said about you. it’s not okay. no one talks about my girl like that. he deserves to have his ass beat.”
you sighed, making long strides towards the small couch in the corner of the room where jack had been sitting. “i know, bub. i heard what he said and i won’t lie, i’m hurt someone i considered to be a friend would say such awful things about me.” you shifted onto jack’s lap before continuing to calmly explain, “but i know and you know what he said isn’t true, and that’s all that matters. i don’t care what anyone else has to say.”
“i’m sorry i put you in this situation. i feel like it’s all my fault. if you weren’t with me, you wouldn’t have to deal with this sort of shit.”
“no, baby, don’t say that. don’t even think it.” you grabbed his face with both hands, turning him to look up at you. “it’s not your fault, and i don’t think it’s your fault at all, so get that out of your head. he could write a hundred awful songs about me and it wouldn’t change the fact that i want to be with you. you’re stuck with me, do you understand?” you affirmed, using your thumb to softly stroke his cheek.
“yes, ma’am.” he quickly answered.
“good. now give me a kiss,” you cheekily replied, intertwining your hands around his neck before leaning down until your lips brushed against his.
jack, like always, didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss and proceeded to move your body to lay flat on the couch, with him on top, pressing kiss after kiss to your cheeks, neck, lips, anywhere he could reach.
“yeah so i think we’re just gonna head out…” you heard urban say before the rest of the group rushed out of the room.
you smiled into the kiss, trying to hold back your fit of giggles. “i love you, jackman.”
“i love you too, baby. never believe what anyone else has to say about you. you’re the most amazing girl i’ve ever met.”
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