#jackharlowsmut

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the two of you are both in deep need of sex.

That's exactly what she was wondering as she watches her boyfriend of one year, serenades another random girl on stage.

It wasn't even the fact the he was entertaining them, because she understood the attraction that women had towards him, and she couldn't blame them. But, she didn't think there was any real reason why he should be getting down on his knees and gripping them up and being all in their faces.

She's expressed her slight frustration, once, and he chalked it up to her being paranoid. And of course, when that wasn't enough to make her calm down, he fucked every doubt right out of her mind.But, that only holds over for so long.

So, here they are again. Jack out there on bender knee making some pretty brown girl squeal with joy, while his lover fumes behind the curtains.

After the show was over and the pair were on their way home, the unwanted conversation lingered in the air.

With her arms folded across her chest, she stared out of the window at the dark blue sky, while Jack kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, already knowing that this was about to tear up his nerves.

“Wassup, baby?" He asks, briefly looking in her direction. “Why you facin' the window?"

“Hm. I could think of a couple reasons, but I'll keep 'em to myself."

He sucks his teeth. "Let's not do this, tonight."

“That's why I said I'll keep 'em to myself." She snaps, looking in his direction.

“Here we go."

“Jack, please. If you're not gonna be real, then just leave it alone." Taking offense, he pulls into an empty lot and parks the car.

She rolls her eyes, not moving her position. "It's dark out here and you playin'."

“I'm not playin'. I'm bein' real. Wassup witchu?" He nudges her arm, pissing her off.

“You know exactly 'wassup' with me. But, it ain't no big deal to you, so whatever."He stares at her.

“You don't even know if you wanna be mad at me or not. You flip floppin'.”

“I am mad at you!"

“You sure? Cause, 'it's whatever' doesn't sound like a very solid stance.

“Fuck you, Jack. Seriously." She spats, fully facing him.

“You know what? I don't know what's it's gonna take for you to understand. Why we gotta argue? You don't see me blowin' up at you for them lil stunts you be pullin'!" He responds."

“The fuck are you talking about?"

“Right. We got amnesia, now? You don't be posting half naked all over Instagram, every week?”

“Are you serious, right now?" She asks.

“Dead serious. You always trippin' and goin' on bout me and what I be doin', like you ain't out here lookin' like you want some attention."

“Well, I wonder why the fuck that is!" She huffs.

“So, that's my fault too, huh?", he chuckles, resuming his driving to their destination.

“Fucking duh." She grumbles, continuing to stare out of the window.

“I'm not looking for anybody's attention, but yours. You stupid motherfucker. But, you're too busy giving it to them heffas you call fans."

“You act like I'm cheating on you."

“You might as well be." She quips.

“Just let me know when you're ready to have a rational conversation." He pats her knee, laughing again as she jerks away from his touch.

Back at home, the pair's annoyance with each other continued to fester.

“Aren't you tired of walking back and forth, yet?" Jack asks, growing tired of her pacing the expansive floor in front of their bed.

“Come sit down, please."

“Not if you're not gonna listen to me. I might as well go downstairs."

“I'm listening to you! I've been all ears, all night!" He grows defensive, his voice rising by the slightest

“Jack, fix your tone." She warns.

Sighing to himself, he shakes his head. "Please, just come and sit down."

Reluctantly sitting down beside him, she looks up at him. He's already staring back at her.

“Talk."

“I'm not cheating on you. I go out on stage and do my job. You know I love my fans. I just go out there and make 'em happy. That's it. I'm sorry that I made you feel disrespected and neglected, baby. That was never my intention."

He frowns, reaching out to grab her hands into his own.

“You know how I get.. it's no excuse, but I just can't handle someone being that close to you. Touching you and clinging onto you like I do. And, it makes it worse when you indulge, but I know that's your job. I got it. I'm sorry, too."

“That's how I felt, when you was postin' that shit on the gram." He snorts, "had ya ass hangin' out, muhfuckas lookin' at my goods and shit."

“I'm sorry, baby." She pouts.

“I should bend you ova' my knee," his deep blue eyes glow in the dimly lit room.

As the tension leaves the room, it's quickly replaced by lust so thick, it clouds their minds.

“Come'ere." She beckons him with a single finger, resulting in him tackling her into the sheets, pulling and yanking at her clothes, until she's as naked.

She tugs on the bottom of his shirt, before his hands place hers on the bed.

“Stay just like this." Kissing her rebuttal away, his lips touch every part of her skin as he sinks into her lap, guiding her long legs over his shoulders.

Her hands quickly thread into his coils, tugging as his tongue glides over her clit, down to her opening and back up.

Over and over.

“Oh fuuuuuuck!" She moans.

“Mmmmh," he moans against her, driving her wild.

His hands rubbing up and down her sides

“Shit!," she breathes. "Just like that!"

Adding his index and middle finger to the equation, she explodes in no time. But, he didn't cease, until he brought her to another climax so intense, she damn near pushed him away.

He chuckles, rising up from the bed to strip.

“I ain't even gave you this dick yet, baby. Don't tap out on me, yet."

Sinking back into between her legs, his eyes lock on hers as they move in sink.

“I love you," he mumbles over her parted lips, her breathing slowly picking up.

“I love you, too." Hips grinding against hers, poking at that spot that seizes her up.

“Yes, babyy... that's the spot." She whines, sinking her nails into his hips as he picks up speed with every thrust, til he's damn near pounding into her.

“My god!" She whimpers, lifting her head up to look between them at the mess they're making, not getting far as Jack pushes her head back towards the pillows.

“So fuckin' good... mmm!" He growls, hand cupping her face.

“I'm gonna... I'm gonna—- oooh shit, baby!" Her legs open and close around his thighs, fighting off her release.

“Cum on this dick, baby," was enough to drive her over the edge, her nails digging into his back.

Tossing her onto her stomach, he wastes no time sliding back into her. She bites down on her bottom lip.

“Don't get all quiet now... talk yo shit, babe." He taunts, easily locating one of her many spots.

“Unh... fuck you," she moans, rolling her hips against him.

He deeply chuckles, smacking her ass.

“Fuck me, huh."

“Mmmhm.. I hate you." She teases, smirking once he grabs the front of her neck and begins to drive into her, roughly.

Her mouth falls open, nothing but gasps escaping as his strokes actively take her breath away.

“You hate me... but, you love when I get up in this pussy, don't you?"

“Yes!"

“You love when daddy makes you cum, don't you?"

“Yesss, yes! Deeper... deeper, baby!" She yells, drunk on his stroke.

Doing just that, he touches her soul with just a few thrusts, her eyes almost rolling out of her head.

“Mmmm Fuck," she gasps, gripping the sheets in her hands.

“Right there, babyyyy... right there!"

“I'm where you need me, baby?"

“Yeah! I'm gonna cum— I'm gonna cum!" Her arch begins to falter as her orgasm shatters through her, pulling him down as well.

“Ah shitttt," his grip on her neck tightens, before slowly loosening as he fills her with his warmth.

“Mmh," he sighs, pressing kisses up her spine as she comes down from her high.

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jack comforts you after the death of a loved one slight trigger warning, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇/loss.

tags. smut, flirting, oral fixation (female.receiving), dirty talk.

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Laying on my bed, in nothing but one of Jack’s big t-shirts, I find myself uncomfortably hot and bothered. It’s been a couple of days since he’s been away touring and missing him has become unbearable.

I turn the volume on the tv down and grab my phone off the charger, calling my to call him. “What’s up Beautiful. I was just thinkin' about you." His deep voice sends a chill down my spine.

“I miss you, baby. When are you coming back to me?" I whine to him. “I miss you, more baby. I should be on my way back, tomorrow morning."

I groan in frustration, "I want you to come back, now!"

“I'm sorry, baby girl. I know, this week has been long as hell.” He groans to me, Jack has been working so hard lately and he deserves every last bit of it. I just miss him and his touch so much.

“So long," I play with the hem of the shirt, pulling it up slowly. "I'm so frustrated”

“Yeah?" I can sense that his interest is peaked.

“Yeah…” pulling the shirt up completely, I place my palm on my clit, softly rubbing back and forth.

I moan, moving my wrist in a circular motion. “Put your fingers in your mouth," I smile and stick my index and middle finger into my mouth.

“get them nice and wet, babygirl." Jack’s raspy voice demand.

Pulling my soaked digits away from my lips, I rub circles around my clit, causing my stomach to tighten from the sensation.

“I want you to come home, and fuck the shit out of me." I pull the phone away from my ear, putting it on speaker and placing it beside me.

“Ima come home and tear that ass up. You know what ima do first?" I continue rubbing my clit, feeling it swell underneath my fingertips.

“Mm, what are you gonna do?" I ask innocently which I know drives him crazy.

“Make you bend over my knee, and toy with that pretty pussy of yours til you cream, everywhere."

I jam my fingers into my tight, wet cove."Mmhm... Ima cum so many times for you, Daddy." I take my free hand and rub my clit, hastily envisioning it was Jacks large hands instead of mine.

“I hear that pussy through the phone, baby... damn." I squeeze my eyes shut, plunging my fingers in and out of my slit.

“Ugh! I'm so wet... I wish you were here to taste it— I just wanna sit on your face.." my moans increase.

“Sit on my face and ride my tongue... I love when you do that shit." I arch away from the bed, feeling my stomach burn.

“I want your dick, so deep in me.... I want to feel every veiny inch you have to offer me!" I curve my fingers upward, hitting my sweet spot.

“Mm, I'm gonna fuck you til' you can't take it no more... then, fuck you some more." I scrunch my face up, feeling the knot in my stomach, clear as day, now.

“Oh my gosh! I can't— I'm gonna cum!”

“Don't. Slow the pace of your fingers." I huff and begin, slowly dragging my fingers in and out of my slippery mess.

“I can't wait to see those beautiful faces you make, when you cum... you know, when you feel me hit that spot inside you, that makes you lose control and fight me." I whimper, feeling my body heat up. Jack’s dark chuckle rattled through my ear.

“You use every ounce of strength you have left, to try and push me away.... but, fail every time." Jack always made sure my needs were met, he always put me first and I loved it.

“I just keep pushing against that spot, until you lose your breath and cream all ova' this dick."

“Such a fuckin' tease— it's cominggg!" I speed back up, gripping the sheets in my hand, for dear life.

“Cum for me, baby. Let out all that pent up frustration." I shoot up from my position, continuing to ram my fingers in and out of my throbbing core. “Ohhhh my God, baby!"

“Tell me how it feels."

“Uhh! It feels so fucking good, Daddy. It feels so good... it's too much." I pull my hand away and slide my fingers into my mouth.