hi hello!! so i saw u taking requests so can i have jack and stripper!reader...like jack goes to this club alone or with his friends idk, and while in the vip section, reader is performing a strip tease dance..the reader keeps looking at jack and teasing him so at the end of the performance jack asks reader for their number but they just smile sweetly and walk off or smthn..
fast forward some years later, it's jack and reader's wedding and reader does a surprise strip dance for jack in front of the entire crowd at the receptionđđ like a recreation of how they met and reader once again keeps teasing him like 'no touching' so jack is just bricked up and spell blinded by the them....but after the party u could insert some desperate smut if ur ok with itđ
thats all,,sorry if it's a bit longđ
I was literally halfway through the whole writing process and then I just remembered Jack's mom and I just imagined her just standing there like: đ§
So um everything is happening after the reception.
Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader
Summary - look what it lead to
Warnings - stripping, slight nipple play, orgasm control if you squint, unprotected sex, slight domination
Shot glasses filled the table as the night slowly progressed. The whole club was lit in colorful lights bouncing off the walls according to the beat, half naked women walking left and right.
Tonight the place was packed. Married men all over the floor trying to unwind from the work day.
Jack was spread on the couch, his hand wrapped around a glass, eyes following every and any naked body that walked by.
A waitress stopped by their table, her movements quick to place their order down. Her cleavage was almost spilling from her tight bra, her eyes finding Jack's, a sultry smile plastered across her face.
The music died down as the lights dimmed, the whole club becoming pitch black for a second or two, suddenly right after the stage was lit in cherry red tones. Slow rhythm played out inside the place, the sound of heels making all attention turn over.
Two hands wrapped around the pole, a body moving slowly, dancing to every beat.
Jack's full focus was to the front, his drink long forgotten, eyes analysing every move you made. You were beautiful. Your feet were strapped in heels, your legs seeming to go on for miles before reaching your waist, soft skin glistening under the flashy lights. Your breasts were covered with a dark sheer fabric, the tight hold leaving little up to no place for imagination. When Jack finally reached your face, you were looking straight at him. His icy stare met your eyes and they widened. You looked like you were sculpted by God himself, taking careful notice to each detail.
Still holding eye contact with the man in front of you, you slowly spun around the pole, a polite smirk flashed to anyone who threw dollar bills your way. Stopping yet again right in front of Jack, you slowly slid down to your knees. Your hands gliding over your chest, giving each breast a gentle squeeze.
You felt the music flowing through your veins, slowly crawling on your hands and knees to the front. You yet again sat on the back of your heels, your eyes slightly droopy, your bottom lips sitting between your teeth.
You could see Jack shift around, his legs spreading. Slightly lifting his hips, he pulled out his wallet, his Private Garden ring glistening while he grabbed a couple bills.
You slid on to the stage, fully laying down, your side facing the men, your back arching off of the floor. Your hands roamed your body to the beat, the lights still flickering making your head spin. For a moment you closed your eyes, feeling the energy flowing through your system.
When you fluttered them back open, Jack was looking over you, his frame barely able to reach over the stage. You rolled over to your stomach, spreading your thighs while staring straight at him. His hand flashed the green dollar bills and you slightly raised your brow at him.
The club owner has made it very clear, no touching from anyone.
Only now your mind was screaming at you to let him handle you, with or without the money.
Your eyes quickly ran to your thong and then back to his blue's, a silent message telling him to do it.
Soon after Jack caught on to it, his smirk widening while he carefully placed his hands on your hips. Two fingers slipping under the string of your panties, the rest sliding in the cash. He let the fabric go with a snap, the slight sting leaving a pleasurable sensation.
He left to go sit back down, your body still moving along the music.
Slowly, the music faded out, the lights dimmed, only your walking siluet seen in the dark.
Jack downed the last bits of his drink, waving something to Urban and getting up. He walked up to the back door, the hallway dark with security at the end. He confidently smiled at the guard, standing a few inches taller than the man.
" I'd like to meet the last performer." He whispered, the quiet mumbles echoing from the walls.
You heard your name being called from outside, slowly poking your head through the door, you yet again made eye contact with the icy stare.
" I'd like to talk in private." He said, his whole attention on you.
You nodded at the old security man, now fully out in the hall, your guard walking off a couple meters.
" I'm Jack." His hand reached out to touch yours, a slight shake embraced between you two.
" Y/n." Silence stretched in the air. You raised your eyebrow when he still made no effort to speak.
" Uhh, I just wanted to see if I could get your number." His voice held shakiness, his quiet tone showing just how nervous he got. A teasing smile was plastered on your face, your eyes ranking his body up and down. Not saying anything, you met his stare, and with your mouth shut, you turned around and shut the door in his face.
" Wait!" You yelled out before he could open the door. " Just be patient!"
Jack on the other side sat on the bed. His weight leaning on the back of his palms, intensely staring up at the door.
It was only a couple moments after the reception, and as a newlywed couple you couldn't keep your hands off of eachother. When you knew that most of the guests were drunk enough, you both ran off, almost going down on eachother at the back of the car.
" Are you done?" Your husband asked, his patients slowly running thin.
" Yes!" You scanned your body for the last time, turning around and reaching for the knob. " Close your eyes!"
" I'm not closing my eyes."
Jack loudly sighed before doing as you requested. He could hear the door cracking open, your presence entering the room. Multiple footsteps sounded out and then he could feel the lights dimming, his only wish to see the surprise.
" You can open them now." In the speed of light his eyes shot open, immediately finding your frame in the doorway. Your body was angled just perfectly for the light to hit your curves, smooth skin glistening.
" You still have it, huh?" Jack asked with a knowing smirk, staring straight at the langerie set.
" Well, I thought about throwing it out," you slowly walked up to the bed, standing only a few inches from his knees. " but remembering all the memories. I just couldn't."
" And you made the right fucking choice." You could hear the excitement in his tone, his eyes droopy and filled with lust, staring down your whole body. He moved to get closer to you, sitting at the very end of the mattress, his hands making an effort to grab you.
" Uh, uh. No touching." You took a few steps back, the same teasing smile across your face, making imaginations of that night cloud Jack's mind. " Remember? You sit, I do the work."
A whine left his lips, annoyance clear in his face.
Your hips started moving in circles, hands running from your shoulders down your stomach, back up and squeezing your breasts. The tight lace hugged your curves perfectly. Colors of the fabric contrasting your skin tone making Jack throw heart eyes your way. You were moving to your own imaginary rhythm, your mind creating wild beats.
You strutted closer to your husband, bending down to comfortably sit on his lap, you made sure your warm center met his growing dick.
Your fingers ran across his shoulders, light touches meeting his neck and warming his chest. His shirt was halfway open, the jacket long lost somewhere. You were rubbing against his crotch, until the zipper of his pants met perfectly with your clit, a moan slipping past your lips.
" Fuck this." He quietly muttered before turning you both around. Your body landed on the mattress with a slight thud, your mind already clouded with the dirty thoughts. " I don't know who you think you are. But not allowing me to touch you? Especially on our wedding day? I can't allow that to fucking happen."
His rough tone sent shivers down your spine as you watched him fumble with his pants. When the fabric was bunched up around his ankles he kicked them away, now moving onto his shirt. His patients was running thin by that point, and with a simple thug the blouse was off, buttons flying everywhere.
" Jack." You let out a gasp, not expecting him to be acting this way.
" I don't have time for anything holding us back."
With the last words said he leaned down. His lips capturing yours into a sweet yet rough kiss. His hand explored your body, soft palms gliding over your skin leaving goosebumps as a trail behind. His knee was sitting in between your thighs, your pussy slightly meeting his leg. The slight contact made you crazy, it felt like Jack was teasing you, messing with your mind until the point of oblivion. When he moved a little bit closer, you started moving your hips, rubbing yourself against his thigh.
" Hold on." He slightly shifted away from you, only a couple seconds later going back to kissing your neck.
He made his way down your chest, his finger moving under your bra strap and pulling it off your shoulder. He buried his face in your cleavage, one hand going under your arched back to unclip your bra.
He wrapped his lips around your nipple, the warm sensation immediately making your nub harden. His teeth lightly grazed your flesh, your moans only growing louder by the second.
When he felt like he had abused your breasts enough, he only moved lower, leaving dark bruises all over your stomach. Jack made eye contact when he stopped at your panties. While intensely looking up at you, he leaned down and left a kiss right on top of your clit.
Sitting back up on his heels he forcefully removed the fabric from around your hips, it flying somewhere around the room. The action made you giggle, your soft laugh making your husband smirk.
And just like that it happened in a blink of an eye. One moment Jack was on his knees, the next, buried deep inside you pulling out sounds you didn't even know you could make.
His thrusts were violent, the rough speed making your legs shake. It felt like each hit got deeper and deeper, your walls clenching around him.
Your orgasm was building up, and without any warning you let go. Fireworks were set off in your mind, millions of butterflies hitting your cervix at the moment. His thrusts were becoming sloppy too, wet sounds and skin clapping filled the room as you felt Jack paint your walls.
Your breathing was heavy, both of you completely still.
Your chest moved up and down as you took a deep breath, his hand coming to glide over your cheek. His fingers caressed your skin, both of your bodies glistening from sweat.
" Round two?" Jack quietly asked, beginning to yet again thrust into you.
