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I GOT YOU | J.HARLOW

pair: jack harlow x reader

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a/n: to the anon that requested, i changed the reader and the concept for a bit.

you were backstage, waiting for jack to finish his final song. there was a screen in one of the rooms to watch jack perform live. in the meantime, you were lip-syncing to “state fair,” his last song for the concert.

urban opened the door just to see you, “how come you’re not in the pit today?”

you shook your head, “it’s too much for me. some of these fans don’t have etiquette.”

you weren’t lying though. after venues started opening up again the previous year, fans started to get crazier. you didn’t find it a problem at first, but after the craze jack received, you immediately moved from the pits to backstage with his crew.

“it’s crazy out there,” your eyes widened.

you looked at urban, who was chilling at a corner, and he agreed with your opinion, “some of his fans can be too much, and i understand if you don’t want to be standing with a whole bunch of strangers.”

you gave urban a weak smile, “thank you urban for understanding. yes, i miss seeing him perform up front, but-”

there was a knock on the door, and urban opened it to see a sweaty and exhausted jack. he tried to reach in for a hug, but you refused.

“how’s my girl been?” jack smiled at you while you laughed, taking a few steps back.

“now if you don’t get your sweaty ass out” you joked.

jack backed off, “finding everything alright in here?”

“i miss seeing you in the stage, but things are more peaceful here.”

“we’re leaving to go back at the hotel in a few minutes, and i have a surprise for you after, yeah?”

you nodded, “all for me?”

jack kissed your forehead, “for you.”

-

jack locked your shared hotel room to go take a shower. once finished, he changed into something casual, but somewhat makes it fashionable.

“you ready?”

jack walked in to see you in the couch, changing the tight shirt and baggy pants combo to an archived dress. you put your phone in your bag and stood up, “yeah, let’s go.”

you got into the passenger seat while jack was the one driving. you had a smile on your face, getting pretty exciting yet nervous on what place jack was going to take you.

“close your eyes,” jack said as he was driving. he took a turn and the glowing letters of the restaurant began to show up.

once he entered the parking lot, he allowed you to open your eyes, “alright, you can open them.”

you opened your eyes to see the restaurant that you begged jack for a long time now, “oh my god, jack! you finally did it!”

“i know.”

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you and jack settled on the table, and you suddenly felt anxious. you looked around the room, and people were everywhere. normally, this wouldn’t be the case as jack would book a private room just for you and him to eat.

you started tapping your fingers on the table, feeling nervous in the public setting. jack began taking notice of your body language, and removed the toothpick from his mouth, “everything okay?”

you placed your hand on the table, “yeah, it’s just-” your vision started to blur a little as you looked around the room again, “you know that feeling when you’re anticipated for something and the second you go, it’s going horrible? that’s how i’m feeling.”

“don’t be anxious, i got you,” jack held your hand, “pretend that it’s just you and me in this room.”

you took several deep breaths, and the first thing you saw was jack.

“you’re doing great, sweetheart.”

you blushed by his comment and by then the waitress passed out the dishes. before picking up the fork, jack wondered if you wanted to get it on the go instead.

“you want to eat it at the hotel instead?”

you refused, “no, i was the one that wanted to go here anyway.”

-

on the way out, you came out with enthusiasm, “that was delicious, just like expected.”

you turned around to look at jack, “sorry about earlier, i was just panicked that someone was going to call us out and ruin our date.”

“i understand your concern. we’re lucky that didn’t happen.”

“yeah,” you hopped onto the car, “maybe it’s worth going here again.”

jack started the car when he asked, “want to go to another date? this time it’ll be private.”

“to where?”

“to the hotel room and watch a movie there,” jack laughed.

you rolled your eyes, “i can’t with you sometimes.”

You and Jack had just started dating, it was still fairly new, and you would say you were still in the beginning stages of your relationship. 

You both did your best to make every possible date night special, knowing that the two of you obviously couldn’t go out in public. Jack felt a sense of guilt over it but you never understood why, it’s not like it was technically his fault. You understood the privacy and safety concerns, you truthfully didn’t mind as long as you were together.

Jack had been in the studio a lot lately, and you could tell he was overwhelmed with all of the professional decisions being thrown his way. He had a hard time saying no, which concerned you a lot and you were afraid he was going to run out of steam soon.

Tonight was the first night he’d be sleeping over at your place, it didn’t take a lot of convincing, but your excuse was still the fact that your apartment was closer than his house was from the studio. You thought about it your entire day, in fact, you made sure that you would have everything he could possibly need, knowing that you probably went overboard, but he had already learned that you showed affection through acts of service.

You had set out brand new towels, a toothbrush, deodorant, lotion, new pajama pants, boxer briefs (that you knew he liked- he’s very particular) and some clay face mask sets. You assumed he’d want to unwind, and you encouraged it.

Jack promised you it wouldn’t be a late night but you didn’t count on it, you knew how easily time got away from him. You had already showered, and made dinner, now it was time to wait.

You had just got into the second episode of a new show you started on Netflix when your phone chimed. You answered it immediately, obviously eager to hear his voice. ”Is now a good time to head over? I can pick up dinner?” He said excitedly but you knew deep down he was tired and over his long day.

“I made enchiladas” you replied and he was ecstatic “hell yeah, I’ll be right there.”

When he came in the door, he had just a backpack on. You ran over to him greeting him with a kiss, “hey handsome! How was your day?” He smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling.

“Better now, that I’m here” he gave you a few soft kisses, leaning into you. You could feel the heavy energy lifting off him with every kiss, “wanna talk about it?”

He shook his head, “just work stuff.” You leaned against him, holding his body close with your arms wrapped around him. “I got you some stuff if you wanna take a hot shower” you stood on your tip toes to try and get as eye level with him as possible. “You didn’t have to get me anything” he laughed as you grabbed his hand and guided him into the room.

He smiled, you could tell he was genuinely touched by what you did “baby, you didn’t have to do that.” You walked him over to your shower and showed him where you had a wash cloth, his favorite body wash and shampoo/ conditioner for curly hair too.

“You’re too good to me baby” he smiled as he bent down to give you another kiss.

“Hurry, I already miss you” you teased as you left to sit in the living room.

When he got out of the shower the two of you sat down with dinner on the couch. “Thank you for this” he practically moaned as he took a bite which made you giggle.

“You don’t have to thank me, I know it’s your favorite thing that I make” you shrugged.

“What’s your favorite thing I make?” He questioned knowing all to well he only made a total of like three things.

Without missing a beat you giggled “music, that’s my favorite thing that you make.” He threw his head back and laughed, setting his empty plate to the side. “It’s like that?”

“You’re my favorite rapper! That counts right?” You laughed a little too hard at his reaction which sent the both of you into a fit of laughter.

“Wow! I’m actually hurt” he joked, clutching his chest.

“I can do better. Hold on, your eyes are my favorite too” you leaned your head on his shoulder as he grabbed for your hand.

“My eyes? Go on” he smirked, loving the attention.

“The way your nose wrinkles when you laugh, that’s my favorite too” you looked over at Jack who was a bright shade of pink.

“You’re very observant” he smiled, still avoiding your eye contact.

“Or the way I can make you blush, that’s kind of up there too” you kissed his cheek.

“Okay okay, I think you’re my favorite person, that counts right?” He laughed, trying to change the subject back to you.

“Over Urban? Copelan? Now I know you’re lying” you laughed, “I’ll pretend to believe you for the sake of our night though.”

Jack Harlow x fem!reader

Smut!⚠️

Synopsis: Just smut no plot.

Jack helps a shy reader not be so shy.

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Repost from my old account!

A collab with my girly @harlowcomehome 💖💖 by far one of my fave fics. Enjoy (again) my friends!

SMUT | 18+ ONLY

“Last one I did, I caught a vibe with the bottle girl” Jack finishes singing, placing the mic back on the stand and seating himself on the empty folding chair in the large studio. You and Neelam stood above him as you handed him a water bottle that he quickly began to chug down.

Beard burn (Jack harlow x reader)

Summary: You and Jack are messing around when his beard keeps scratching you.

It’s fluffy not smutty so don’t let the title fool you 😭

This ask is so cute btw i love y’all 🖤

"Jack stop!" You laughed as Jack kept tickling you.

Concept: having to give your dog his usual walk leads to meeting two really nice and funny guys.

having a dog is great. it means company, it means someone waiting for you and being there for you after a long day. you love your fur baby, but you also suffer when you get home after the most exhausting day at work and he jumps all over you, asking without words (because if that dog ever speaks you'll run away from him) to take him to the park so he can play with the dogs there, because your dog is way more outgoing than you, that's a fact.

Friday night freights

Jack Harlow x reader

Smut! ⚠️

A/n: love love love this

Synopsis: Jack and Y/n go to a drive-in theater.

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Just a short lil blurb I wrote in 20 mins :)

Summary: Reader hates that Jack is a blanket hog, but in the end he always takes care of his girl.

You woke up in the middle of the night freezing cold. The ceiling fan in your room on full blast and Jack sleeping peacefully next to you.

You sat up and glanced at your boyfriend. The large comforter you two (usually) shared bundled up on his side of the bed. Now you regretted wearing shorts and a tee to bed.

Grasping the blanket in your hands, you pulled at Jack’s burrito frame, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Jack,” You shook him. “Wake up.”

“Mmm, lemme sleep.” He whined and turned away so he was now facing away from you.

“Jack, it’s freezing in here. Gimme some of the blanket.”

He only curled up tighter, clearly ignoring you in his sleepy state.

“Bitch, I’m cold. Share the blanket.” Your voice was sharp, as your exhaustion was still very much present.

“Get your own burrito.” He said, eyes closed.

Rolling your eyes, you knew he was dreaming and there was no point in trying.

You glanced for the fan remote and frowned when you couldn’t find it. Jack was probably sleeping on it. of course.

Thinking you could just change into a long sleeve and sweats, you sadly realized you skipped out on doing the laundry yesterday because you realized you wanted to go to bed earlier. Funny how that played out.

Letting out a loud groan, you got up and moved over to his side of the bed. You shoved him over as best as you could and climbed in, careful not to fall off the edge.

He still had the entirety of the blanket rolled around him and wasn’t waking up anytime soon.

You loved Jack, you really did. However, dealing with a blanket hog was never on the list when you made it official. Jack was a very heavy sleeper and it was impossible to wake him up in under 10 minutes.

Shivering again, you curled up next to his front side as best as you could.

After a few painful minutes of adjusting, hoping to grab some of the blanket from Jack, you eventually dozed off.

About an hour later, Jack awoke with a start. He just had the weirdest dream of a burrito that was upset that they weren’t heated up enough.

“Fuck, I gotta stop getting faded before bed.” He muttered. He stretched out and was shocked when he realized he was wrapped up in the entire blanket.

“Dammit.” Jack muttered, knowing this wasn’t the first time either.

Looking around for your body, he felt the lump next to him.

You were shivering in your sleep as your body curled up in itself, trying to preserve heat.

“Shit, ma.” He moved over and quickly unwrapped himself from the blanket. He spread it out over the bed and felt something hit his leg.

The fan remote. He turned the fan on its low setting and set it on the bedside table.

“C’mere, babygirl.” He wrapped his arms around your cold body and wrapped you both under the comforter. He lifted you up and made it so he was now spooning you.

His foot grazed yours and he flinched at how cold it was.

“God damn women and their icicle feet.” Jack muttered, but shut up quickly when you stirred.

You groaned in your sleep and shifted closer to him, admiring the newfound warmth. Jack smiled and softly ran his hand along your back, the other acting like a pillow for your head. He just about died of cuteness when you subconsciously buried your face in his chest and grabbed a fistful of his shirt.

“I love you. Sorry for acting like such a blanket hog.” Jack kissed your head and soon drifted off to sleep as well. He reminded himself to spoil you tomorrow or he’ll never hear the end of it.

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So like I’ve written fics before but never with Jack so let’s see if this does anything. Lemme know what y’all think and feel free to request :)

The morning light softly peeked into the room shared by both you and Jack. The bedside clock glaring 7:32 in bold green font.

Your bodies were spread all over the bed, Jacks arm lazily slung around your waist with your face buried in the pillow.

The bedroom window was open as it often became stuffy in the room from the night before. You and Jack had attended a party at a club and between the alcohol and you wearing one of Jacks favorite dresses that hugged your body, he definitely had his fun with you last night.

You stirred a little and groaned, moving your body closer to Jacks for warmth.

Even though living in Los Angeles meant comfortable weather 80% of the time, this was on of the few days where it was not one of those chances.

The morning was overcast and cloudy making it cold as the night ended.

“Fuck, why the hell is it so god damn cold?” Jack muttered. He got up and did his morning routine in the bathroom. A few minutes later he came back and glanced at your figure. Moving closer, he felt your body and realized your arms were covered in goose bumps from the temp.

“Hell nah.” He got up and closed the window making it echo throughout the room. Call him cheesy, but he got irritated if he knew you were uncomfortable.

You finally awoke from the noise only to cover yourself with the thin sheet blanket. Y’all were definitely not prepared for this weather. Jack glanced to you as he stepped into some sweats. “You cold, ma?”

You nodded, finally sitting up and he handed you one of his hoodies. “I’m gonna go make us some tea and turn up the heat.” He said as you put on a pair of fuzzy socks and pj shorts.

“Ok, I’m gonna wake up a little and I’ll be out.” Jack nodded, gave a quick kiss to your head and left the room.

You rubbed your eyes and grimaced when you felt the mascara from last night pulling at your lashes. You got up, brushed your teeth and cleaned your face with a makeup wipe.

You headed downstairs and saw Jack in the kitchen with the kettle and two mugs with tea bags dangling out.

“Can we just like-” A yawn cut you off. “not do anything today?”

Jack laughed, his morning voice still very prominent. “Already ahead of you, baby. I got nothing planned today and tomorrow and neither do you. I made sure of it.”

A smile lit up your face and Jack took you in his arms. You buried your face in his chest, smelling the faint scent of his cologne on his shirt. The alcohol from last night had left you very fatigued, not that you don’t get bad hangovers, but you didn’t cross the line for a drunken mess, surprisingly. So a chill day in with your man sounded very much needed.

Jack rubbed your back and pulled you in for a kiss.

“I threw one of the blankets in the dryer so go get the tv ready and we can watch a few movies.”Jack said when you pulled apart.

“Ok.” You said, or tried to when you were interrupted by another yawn. You picked up the teas and walked past Jack. A quick smack landed on your ass, making you stop to make sure the tea didn’t spill. “Hey fucker, you’re cleaning it up if you make me spill.”

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After getting situated on the couch, you put on Coraline for background as you knew you two would either be on your phones or sleeping.

You were laying in between Jack’s legs with your body resting on his chest. The warm, fuzzy blanket wrapped around you two. A slight drizzle started outside making you scoff. “How the fuck we go from sunny skies to rain?”

Jack tightened his hold on you and brought you closer on his chest. “Maybe mother natures way of telling us to stop doin’ shit everyday and take a break.”

His hand rested on your lower back and the other on your ass, ‘for support’ as he called it.

“Mm, at least I’m with you.” You said and looked into his eyes. You grabbed his face and brought him in for another kiss. Your thumb stroked his facial hair, as your tongue swiped his bottom lip

He chuckled. “Ma, I know you mean well and you’re tired. But please don’t start something you can’t finish. I can’t be bricked up with you sleeping on me.”

You only rolled your eyes playfully and went back to laying down on him. Your attention refocused on the movie. Jacks hand played with your hair as he glanced down at your figure. Jack was fucked up. Never had he felt love like this until he met you. It didn’t scare him, just a whole new concept that went totally against his playboy persona.

Soft snores escaped your lips which brought a smile on Jacks face.

“I swear imma marry you one day.” He promised to himself.

He relaxed his body lower on the couch and sleep started to take over.

The both of you dozed off and caught up on some much needed sleep, resting in each other’s arms where you both felt safe. Hopefully Mother Nature has these weather plans again soon.

pairing: jack harlow x female reader

content warning: f!receiving oral sex, fingering, smoking weed, language.

a/n: some smutty smut bc I’m back on my bullshit

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“I think you need it,” Jack’s breath tickled the inside of your thigh. He was on his knees on the floor with your legs resting on his shoulders as you sat on the bathroom countertop.

“Uh-huh. I do.” You said, taking a hit of Urban’s blunt and blowing out a cloud of smoke, uncertain if he meant you needed the weed or an orgasm. Both sounded good. 

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 ⎢ jack harlow x f!reader

request: hiiiiiii, i love your work and i have a request🙂 readers love languages are gift giving, acts of service, words of affirmation and physical touch! it takes jack by surprise because he's not used to these things done so intimately, and it might take him a while to get used to it since normally he's been the one doing things for other people! but after that ik they would be so in love and obsessed with each other!! pure love and affection🥹

warnings: none i can think of, but let me know if there are any!

w/c: 1.0k

a/n: this was almost a hc, but i challenged myself to write a full fic. i hope you enjoy!

want to read more from me? here’s my masterlist!

disclaimer: i am not affiliated with jack harlow. nothing in this work is a reflection of jack harlow or those around them as it is a work of fiction.

hearing the front door to your apartment open, jack looked up and saw you lugging a wagon full of packages you’d just picked up from the front desk.

“damn girl, you said a package,” he joked getting up to help you unload the boxes.

“i know; turns out everything else wanted to get delivered today too,” you huffed, hands resting on your lower back. 

you sat on the floor in your living room and began opening the packages, putting them in two piles. jack went back to scrolling through his phone, occasionally glancing at you.

when you finally finished, you walked over and dropped a pile of clothes onto him. he laid there stunned as you started breaking down the cardboard boxes to take out tomorrow.

jack thought you were being funny until he took a good look at the clothes. looking at the tags, everything was in his size.

17+ Smut

Summary- 18+ Jack and the reader would rather spend the after party alone then with others.

Word Count- 1.6k

Warnings- 18+ Pretty much only smut.

A/N- Combined the requests could you write something based on “what do you want baby? do you want me to use my fingers? my mouth? my cock?” and Jack eating the reader out in the bathroom of the Grammy's afterparty place. My first smut only piece 🫣 hope you like it!

You had been to award shows with Jack before, in fact you had been to several, but for some reason Jack hadn’t been able to keep his hands off you all night. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing, or maybe it was the fact that your earlier make out session got interrupted before it could go any further, but whatever it was, neither of you minded.

Jack’s arm never left your lower back as you both walked down the red carpet, only venturing lower as the night went on until his hand was resting just above your ass. While the show was going on, Jack’s hand rarely left its spot on your thigh. 

Jack would lean over occasionally to whisper stuff into your ear, sometimes it was as innocent as a comment about what someone said, or some gossip he heard about one of the celebrities on stage he wanted to tell you. While other times it wasn’t so innocent, a comment about how he was going to fuck you as soon as you got back to your hotel, or even asking you to sneak off with him right then. 

That continued into the after party, Jack had accepted the invite a couple days before, but currently Jack didn’t want to do anything but go back to your hotel. Jack’s hand was in its spot on your lower back again, Jack leading you through the party, getting stopped by a couple groups as you walked. Still making comments to you after every conversation, ranging from innocent to “that conversation was so boring the whole time I was thinking about how much I’d rather be fucking you right now.”

You never knew what to expect when he leaded over to whisper into your ear, but honestly, when did you ever expect what he was going to say next?

You and Jack finally had a moment to yourselves, tucked away in a corner where no one else would bother you. One of Jack’s hands remanded on your back, his thumb rubbing small circles where your skin was exposed, while the other moved to underneath your chin, using his finger to tilt your head up. Jack leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips, but he wanted to do so much more.

“So, did you mean it when you said we can’t sneak off? Or did you just say that in case anyone heard you?” Jack asked with a small smirk on his face. You teasingly rolled your eyes as you smacked his arm, making him laugh softly.

“Jackman Harlow.” You teasingly scolded.

“Damn, full name. I haven’t gotten that in about.” Jack pretended to check his watch like it would give him the answer. “A month.”

“I wouldn’t say no if we weren’t in public around people who are going to notice if we disappear at the same time.” You said, absentmindedly fixing his suit jacket as you talked.

“You say that like it’s stopped us before. Like that time on the tour bus, or the time at the studio, or that other time.” You interrupted Jack before he could continue.

“Okay, okay, you have a point.” You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down gently to kiss him. Even with your heels on, you still were shorter than him. “Do you want to leave?” You asked Jack.

“Hm, do you think you can wait that long?” Jack asked, tracing his hand down your waist. Both of you were happy you were blocked from the view of the party. “I’ve noticed how’ve been reacting all night, squeezing your legs together when I whisper something in your ear, how you blush when I say something not so innocent.” Jack said, leaning over to press a kiss underneath your ear, as you let out a small whine. To anyone else it would just look like Jack was whispering something in your ear. “I need an answer baby.” Jack whispered, pulling away, letting his hands rest on your hips.

“I don’t want to wait.” You told Jack, who nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Good girl.” Jack kept his hand on your back as he led you to the nearest bathroom. 

Once you both stepped inside, Jack’s lips were on yours immediately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as his hands pinned your hips loosely up against the door.  Jack pulled away for a moment, looking for where the zipper was on your dress, he helped you put it on just a couple hours earlier, but he couldn’t remember where it was, and he couldn’t see it in the dimly lit bathroom. 

“Fuck it.” Jack muttered, pulling your dress up so it was pooled around your waist as you giggled at him. “I’m glad you find my struggling entertaining baby.” Jack teased, pressing another kiss to your lips, using his hands to guide you towards the counter.

“Would you like me to tell you where the zipper is?” You asked Jack, placing your hands on his chest. Jack shook his head.

“No, I’d rather fuck you like this.” Jack smirked, lifting you onto the counter. You trailed your hands down his stomach, reaching for the button of his pants, reconnecting your lips once again. As you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down you let your hand “accidently” brush over his cock. Jack pushed his hips into your hand. “Fuck baby, you feel how hard I’ve been for you all night?”

You wrapped your hand around his cock, starting to move your hand. Jack let out a moan, letting his head fall back for a moment before he pulled your hand away, kneeling in front of you, pressing scattered kisses to your thighs as he pulled your thong to the side, one of your hands immediately going to his hair.

“What do you want baby? Do you want me to use my fingers?” Jack asked, using his thumb to rub your clit as you let out a moan. “My tongue?” Jack asked, pressing his tongue into you as you pushed your hips into him, letting out another moan. Jack pulled his tongue out of you, pressing a couple more kisses to your thighs before standing up. “Or my cock?” Jack asked, reaching down, and using the tip of his cock to rub your clit.

“Just want you, Jack.” You told him, desperate for him to do anything.

“Need you to tell me baby. Do you want me to use my tongue and then my cock just how you like baby?” Jack asked and you nodded eagerly. 

“Please, just want you to touch me baby.” You told jack and he nodded, kneeling back down.

“I can do that, can you be quiet, so no one hears you?” Jack asked and you nodded.

“I can.” You agreed, and with in seconds Jack’s mouth was on your clit, your hand back in his hair. Occasionally Jack would remove his mouth from your clit, pushing his tongue into you and thrusting it in and out. After switching back and forth a couple times, Jack kept his mouth on your clit, pushing one of his fingers into you, eventually adding a second one.

“I’m close.” You moaned quietly, somehow able to control your moans enough for Jack to not pull his mouth away. Within minutes you felt yourself coming undone, Jack not slowing down as you came, working you through your high before he pulled away, standing back up.

Jack placed his pointer finger underneath your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“You’re always so good for me baby. My good girl, staying so quiet.” Jack praised you, making you smile, Jack leaning forward to kiss you.

“Only yours. No one else’s” You reminded him once he pulled away.

“Ready baby?” Jack asked and you nodded, Jack pushing into you as he kissed you again to quiet both of your moans. 

Jack placed his hands on your hips again to hold them still as he thrusted into you. You let yourself lean against the mirror again. After a few minutes, Jack was lifting you off the counter, pushing you up against the wall again as he continued to thrust. You reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down slightly to kiss him, neither of you pulling away this time. 

As Jack felt you start to get close, he reached down to play with your clit with his thumb. It didn’t take long until you came, Jack releasing right after you. Jack continued to fuck you slowly through your highs before pulling out. Both of you taking a second to catch your breath before Jack pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“So good baby, I love you so much, you know that?” Jack asked, pushing some of your hair behind your shoulder.

“I love you too Jack.” You smiled, kissing him once before you both cleaned yourselves up, Jack helping you clean up before cleaning himself up. Jack fixed his pants while you fixed your dress, which was now slightly wrinkled, but you hoped no one would notice. You fixed your makeup while Jack ran his fingers through your hair to try to tame it before fixing his own.

“You’ll have to show me where that zipper is when we get back to the hotel.” Jack told you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, looking at you through the mirror. 

“Yeah, because I want out of it, it’s getting uncomfortable.” You said, laughing softly.

thank you for the prompt! 🧉🐚✨

(18+ only)

summary: You forget to close the drawer to your nightstand and your best friend accidentally finds your vibrator.

wordcount: 4.3k

tags/warnings: fem!reader, slight softdom!eddie, friends to lovers, smut, use of sex toys, praise kink (good girl), very slight degradation (he calls you a slut once), pet names (sweetheart, princess), spit used as lubricant, edging, overstim, no use of y/n

a/n: i teased this fic a while ago, sorry it took me a bit to actually post it but i hope you like it anyway!! requests are open and much appreciated, if i know someones actively waiting for me to write something for them i’ll be more likely to not spend a whole ass month on it lmao

It’s been weeks of torture. Ever since Eddie found out about your ‘little secret’ he’s refused to let it go, bringing it up as often as he can just to humiliate you further. It was cruel behavior, especially from the man you consider your best friend. Though you can’t be too surprised, considering he’d always had an affection for teasing you. In the past it had always been rather playful and innocent- maybe just ever so slightly suggestive- but you were generally able to ignore his flirtatious comments and retain your close relationship (no matter how much they made your pining heart flutter). It had been almost a month since everything changed.

Thunder

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - warming up this fall season

Warnings - cockwarming, sex without a condom, making out

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

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

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

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

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

" I wanna feel you."

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

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

" Babe…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Jack-"

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

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

Your body moved, hands in-between your thighs.

" What-"