#Jack Harlow fanfic

[harlowarchives]

BYEE

When Jack comes back home after kissing ol girl in the mv...

[heavyhitterheaux]

Under the Influence (Slight NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: a little twist on the pheromone perfume trend 🤭

Synopsis: An argument earlier in the day is still lingering in the air as Jack tells you his plans for the rest of the night. However, once you get a whiff of his new cologne, you quickly try to put a stop to them.

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 💕

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Tension was lingering in the air as you eyed Jack as he walked into your shared bedroom. The argument that had taken place earlier left the two of you not speaking to one another since early in the afternoon. You wanted to put an end to it because the last thing that you ever wanted to do was fight with your husband.

“Um, babe? Where are you going?” You asked as you sat up from your position on the couch in the corner of the bedroom as you saw him getting an outfit together.

“The Hub. I'm doing a set.” He quietly responded as he took off his shirt and threw it into the hamper without bothering to look over at you.

“Since when? You didn't tell me that.”

“Aren't you going out with Taylor? I only did it because I thought you told me you would be with her. Besides I do recall earlier you saying that you didn't want to be around me. So I'm doing what I was told.”

“Well that was earlier and I want to call a truce. You had an entire attitude with me for no reason. But no, she had to reschedule. I thought we could stay in with it being just us. We haven't had a night to ourselves in a while.” You told him as he walked over towards you with an expression on his face that you couldn't quite read.

“Y/N, I dropped the triplets off with my parents so I could go.”

“I-... not you calling me by my first name. Well, can't you do it another day?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him. But it didn’t look like you were about to change his mind.

“When I stop being mad at you, that's when your name goes back to being baby. And no, I already told them I was coming.” He replied as he moved your hands away from him.

“But…”

“I have to get ready so I won't be late. Call hot chips and bad decisions.”

“They're busy and I want my husband.”

“Hmm, tough because you said the opposite earlier.” Jack replied as he walked away from you and headed towards the bathroom as you rolled your eyes.

“I know you rolled your eyes at me and if you keep doing it they're going to get stuck like that.”

“You weren't even looking at me!”

“Doesn't matter. How long have I known my wife? Since I was fourteen? I know you like the back of my hand.”

A few minutes later, you heard the shower turn on and you went back to reading your book as you sighed. This had been your first night without the triplets in a while and as much as you were trying to take advantage of it, your husband wasn't budging.

When Jack walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, you slowly lowered your book so that you could look at him. He wasn't paying you any attention and it made you feel some type of way.

“Smush?”

“Yes?”

“You still have an attitude with me but I want a kiss.”

“You'll get one before I leave and no I don't.”

“Yes you do! And you NEVER deny giving me kisses. Stop being mad at me!” You whined as you put your book down next to you and pouted as you crossed your arms.

“No one is denying you anything. I'm trying to hurry up so I won't be late.”

“You hate me.”

As those words left your mouth, Jack slowly turned his head to look at you and gave you a blank stare.

“If I hated you, we wouldn't be married. Stop saying stupid shit that isn't true. Starting to piss me off all over again.”

You made a face at him before proceeding to pick up your book once more to let Jack finish getting ready. When he was fully dressed, you got a whiff of his cologne as he put it on and it immediately made you stop in your tracks.

Got damn he smelled good.

“Is that new?” You asked him and all he did was shake his head no.

“I've had it for a while, just never used it. Got it in Cannes.”

As Jack turned around to come towards you, he was startled as he noticed that you were now next to him and wrapped your arms around him once more.

“Who are you wearing that for!?”

“Do not fucking start.”

“That smells really good. Can I have my kiss now or multiple? Or you can just take my clothes off too. Whatever works.” You said as you squeezed him tighter.

“I… what?”

“I don't want you to leave.”

“I'm giving you a kiss and then I'll see you when I come back but you'll probably be asleep.”

“But…”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Fine.” You mumbled as Jack leaned down to kiss you and you made sure to keep a tight hold on him. He noticed that you wouldn't let him go and simply placed several more kisses on your lips.

“Y/N, I can't go anywhere if you don't let me leave.”

“I know that's the entire point. How long will you be gone? And stop calling me Y/N!”

“Not that long. The sooner you let me go, the sooner I come back and that was the name you were given at birth.”

“Actually it wasn't, but that's a whole nother story. My mother, well grandmother changed it. But I don't think you need to go anywhere anymore.”

Jack let out a frustrated sigh as he wiggled out of your grasp.

All you did was go and stand in front of the bedroom door and cross your arms.

“What…. What are you doing?”

“Standing here so you can't leave.”

“That's cute. Really cute actually.”

“I'm not cute, I'm horny and you are NOT fulfilling your duties as my husband!” You explained to him and he did not look impressed.

“Remember what you said earlier or do I have to remind you again?” He replied as he checked the time on his phone.

“Well that was earlier and now I want you to rearrange my guts.”

All Jack did was walk over towards you and you thought he was leaning down to kiss you, however he simply picked you up and moved you to the side but not before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Excuse me, little one.”

“I… JACKMAN!”

“See you when I get back and stop all that yelling.” Jack replied as he was walking down the steps and you were right behind him.

“Nooooo! We're not done here! Just put the tip in!”

“You are no better than a man, I swear.” As he went to open the door, you hugged him from behind.

“Babyyyyy! Pookie! Smush!”

“No.”

“Damn, you probably won't even let me suck your dick so I know you're mad at me. You probably put that cologne on to find another wife.”

“Your mouth gets you in so much damn trouble sometimes.” Jack responded as he turned around to see you looking up at him.

“But, it also gets me out of it.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm, what?”

Before he responded to you, he took hold of your neck and lightly squeezed it.

“I will put you through the fucking mattress and you won't be able to walk properly for a week if you keep playing with me.”

You couldn't help but to smirk at him knowing that it would piss him off more.

“Who's playing, babe? Certainly not me. You got your wife so wet right now and she can't understand for the life of her why you won't do anything about it.”

By this point, you knew he was completely done with you with the way his neck vein was protruding, indicating his frustration.

“Don't you want to see how wet I am?” You asked as you grabbed his hand and moved it to the waistband of your shorts.

When you heard him sigh, you knew that you had won.

“Get on the couch and do not making a fucking sound or I'll stop. Face down, ass up. I have ten minutes.”

“Yesssss! I knew you'd fold. With the way things are going, you're probably going to make me come undone in five.”

“This doesn't change anything and I’m still mad at you.”

“We'll see about that in ten minutes.”

“I'm definitely wearing this cologne every day if this is your reaction to it.”

“Jackman, we will end up with twenty children if you do that.”

“Doesn't bother me. I love how you look when you're pregnant. And your boobs will probably get even bigger so it's a win for me.”

“Hmm, just like a man.” You mumbled as you rolled your eyes as the two of you were now on the couch.

“Well you were yelling at me to just put the tip in earlier so you aren't any better.”

“And I'd do it again too.”

[jackmanbj]

bikini bottom

summary: you go to the beach with your boyfriend for the first time.

a/n: i think im back .. probably for good

you got into the passengers side while jack started packing everything into the trunk of the car.

when he was done he went to the drivers side and started playing the music on the radio.

“j how long is the drive?”

“about twenty minutes why?”

“cause you were rushing me i didn’t have time to do my makeup and now its not going to get done cause its only a twenty minute drive.”

“mamas were literally going to a beach..with water you dont need makeup..”

“i might not even get in the water!”

“baby you amazing you don’t even need the makeup can we go?”

“you’re just saying thattt!”

jack didn’t listen to you convincing him to let you do your makeup and pulled off.

when you both got to the beach jack immediately got in the water but you decided to tan for a little while.

after about 10 minutes you were lying on your stomach when you felt water dripping on your back.

you turned around and seen cench hovering over you, the water dripping off his chest onto your back.

“boy more you blocking my sun!”

“never seen somebody so spoiled they called the the sun ‘their sun’.”

“well you seen one now, move!”

you pushed him and he dramatically fell onto the ground.

“you are so embarrassing get the hell up!”

“my leg!”

“boy this is not no fucking spongebob, jackman get upp!”

jack pouts and gets up “ma watch this!” jack says as he runs into the ocean while you watch making you giggle

“jack your really a big child”

jack didnt hear you and continued to play in the water

after five minutes of watching him you decided to go get in the water for a while

“i told you that you would get in the water”

“jack hush because im not even gon’ be in long, and did you put on sunscreen? you know yo’ ass sunburn”

“no..”

you sighed and grabbed him by the arm and brought him to the chairs to put sunscreen on him

“there now you can go back and get in the water”

jack immediately got up and ran to the water with you laughing and walking behind him

“jack boo come here” you say calling him to the shallow part of the water where you were

“huh?” jack says coming back by you with his hair soaked from being underwater

“im hungry is there any close food spots?”

“uhmm… not that i know of, wanna go get some?”

“no not right now your having fun”

“it’s fine im getting tired anyway” jack says rising out of the water and picking you up carrying you bridal style to the chairs

jack places you on the chairs and you both dry of and start getting dressed in coverup outfits.

you both decided to go to canes being as though it was your favorite food.

“jackie after we eat what do you want to do?”

“i dont know mamas, its up to you really.”

you thought about it for a second before asking to just go back to the room and relax a while.

while you both were eating you took some of jacks food and he popped your hand away.

“jackman i know you didnt just pop me like im a child.”

jack laughed and kissed your forehead before getting up and throwing away the trash.

“come on pretty girl, lets go back to the room.”

you and jack walked the 10 minutes to the hotel. once you were in the room you put on a movie for yall to watch together.

“jackie bring the weighted blanket” “i forgot to pack it” “jackk! i told you several times to pack it!” “i know mamas i forgot, im sorry”

you huffed and turned to face the tv while jack came next to you

“your so pretty baby..”

you smiled and kissed jack “thank you handsome..”

“i love you girl” he said smiling and wrapping his arms around you “i love you to, forever and always?”

“forever and always my girl”

[sinsandsuccubus]

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.

[lovexjoe]

Unspoken

Part 1 

Synopsis: Jack and Y/N have been best friend for years. She recently ended her 2 year relationship, due to moving to Atlanta for a better job opportunity. What’s going to happen when she stays with Jack for a week ?

Warning: fluffy, angst?, language and smut🧎🏽‍♀️

Y/N POV 

Great!!! I finally found an apartment for myself, but I have to stay at a hotel for a week due to maintenance. I sighed as I begin to search the internet for a hotel suitable to my needs. Currently I’m at Jack’s house, cause he offered to let me stay the weekend as I sorted myself out. Moving to a new state is draining. I left a lot of my things back home as my mom said it’s good to just start fresh. So I packed what I needed and hopped on the plane. I left so much behind, even my 2 year relationship. Surprisingly, I’m okay and even happier that it ended. There wasn’t a spark between us. He treated me well, but the relationship over all was boring. I guess I kept it going for so long, because it was better than being alone. 

“Alright what’s got you so stress? You been glue to the computer since you woke up” Jack says as he sits down next to me on the couch. 

“The apartment won't be ready for another week and I need to find a hotel beca-” 

“Hell no! Come on, you know you can stay here till it’s ready. I’m not taking no for an answer either. Now can you stop stressing before you explode. That vein on your forehead is serious” He starts his usual teasing. I laughed and playfully shoved him. 

Arguing with him was useless. It was his way or no way. I finally close my laptop and enjoyed whatever tv show he was currently hooked on. He stretched out his left arm and placed it on the back on the couch. I crawl into my usual spot: snuggled up with a blanket. 

“I missed you. I know you’re stressed but I’m happy to finally spend some time with you this week.” Jack says honestly. You were taken aback but also happy as well to be here with him.

“Me too”

Jack’s POV

She takes her usual spot on the opposite end of the couch, I so badly want to pull her close to me. As selfish as it sounds I hope her apartment takes an extra week so she could stay longer. And those god damn PJs she wears is gonna end me. She could wear a turtleneck and I’d probably still have the same reaction. 

I had met her through Druski as she was working with him for a while on video concepts and managing his social media. As soon as they linked up, she got his account to gain a million followers within a month. Thats why Jack put his full trust in her when it came to his social media. He’ll give her a heart attack here or there when he posts some random video of him trying to dance. Keyword is try because he looks like he’s glitching half the time. 

~~~~~

They indulge in a few episodes together before both of their stomachs start grumbling. Jack grabs his phone to open up UberEats. She gives him an insane look. 

“Jack you already ordered UberEats for breakfast, do you ever actually cook?” She arched her brows at him and he just looks at her cause lowkey she ate him up with that one. 

Oh yea forgot to mention, she got attitude that could last a lifetime and he fucking loved it. 

“You know I can’t cook!” He tried to justify but she’s already up and headed to the kitchen scanning the pantry and fridge for a simple meal. 

“Alright since you insist on me staying here for a week, you have to learn how to cook to at least survive.” She points the wooden spoon at him which causes him to laugh and throw his hands up in the air. 

“Goddamn Gordon Ramsey when did you even grab that!?” 

“Mmm don’t worry about that, give me a cutting board and knife stat! We making the world’s simplest meal. Pasta!” 

Pasta? Yeah no, he has spent his entire life over and under cooking pasta noodles. He watches her work the kitchen like a natural, pulling out ingredients he didn’t know what was what but he  tried his hardest to pay attention. She started with washing, then cutting then cooking. When it started to heat up in the kitchen, she tossed her hair up in a messy bun and in that moment Jack swore his heart could burst outta his chest.  He was trying his best not to stare inappropriately, but she was down right beautiful. 

Her ex was an idiot for letting her out of his sight, but he had to thank him because he’s not letting this chance pass up. There’s been multiple times throughout their friendship that her previous relationship and his hookups were not too fond of what they had. Which caused a few months of silence here and there. It use to kill him that he couldn’t reach out to her or hear her voice. She’s the reason why most of his hookups never lasted. Even during sex he wasn’t fully present, always distracted. 

As she finished up the tomato basil pasta, she turns around bumping into Jack not realizing he was so close to her. She felt so small around him, he looks down at her and smiles. 

“Hi” he says as he looks into her green hazel eyes that complimented her tan skin. 

“Hi…” she wish he would just kiss her, but she probably wasn’t what he even wanted. This man has the whole world at his feet. Why would he want her? They both stood there for a few extra seconds, just admiring their favorite features of the other. 

He swore she bite her lip 

She swore he was staring at her lips 

Kiss me already they both thought.

The sizzle of the pot reminded her she needed salt, so she purposely pushes up against him to grab the salt 

“Excuuuuseee me” she says innocently causing him to blush. 

“Smell yummy, thank you seriously” He says as she hands him his plate. As she makes her plate last, but Jack grabs it and heads over to the dinner table. Pulling out her seat for her, she happily sits as he grabs them some wine. 

“Oh my god, this is amazing!” He hums enjoying all the flavors that melt in his mouth. She’s really getting brownie points right now cause once his tummy is full he is a happy camper. 

This could be them, she thought. If only he wanted her. 

This could be them, he thought. If only she wanted him. 

After a few glasses of wine and enjoying the food together. Jack knew she was gonna crave something sweet because anytime he took her out dessert was always a must. He took her plate and nods his head for her to follow him.  

He grabs a bowl, vanilla ice cream, sprinkles, chocolate drizzle and whipped cream. Instantly her smile appears on her face, he still remembers her favorite toppings. How could he not though? He remembers everything about her. They both assisted each other is building the sundae. 

“Time for the finale!! Whipped cream!” She shakes it up and hands it to him to do the honors. Jack holds down the nozzle but it was stuck. He shook it one more time confused cause he literally just bought it when he told Y/N to stay at his crib. Yes he fully stocked the house and made sure it was squeaky clean before she got there. He even went to target and Ulta and stocked up on products she’d like or needed for the guest room. 

“This thing is stupid!” He holds the nozzle facing Y/N and it shoots out straight onto her neck and face. They both looked shock but Jack was trying so hard to hold his laughter in. 

“Oh you little shit!” They both busted into laughter. 

The wine definitely taking effect as laughter filled the air. Their stomach hurting so much from being full and the happiness that overcame them. Grabbing a towel, Jack pulls her close and the two still having the giggles. She wasn’t in control anymore because she couldn’t believe the words that was escaping her mouth. 

“Lick it off of me….” Jack freezes. Is he dreaming? Is she fucking with him? Wouldn’t be a nice joke but the way she was looking at him she’s lucky she doesn’t get bent over this island right now. 

“Are you sure?” He looks into her eyes wanting to confirm because if he starts god only knows if he’ll have the strength to stop. 

“Yea….make me your dessert.” She wipes some whipped cream off her neck slipping her finger in his mouth to suck it off. The need growing between them as she felt his tongue lick her finger dry. His lips meeting her neck, licking up all whipped cream on her as her moans escape her mouth. 

Fuck. He thought this was it, she’s gonna get eaten up tonight, he had to taste her. He was hungry for it. His hands caressing her face, as their lips finally meet. They both dreamt of this moment endless amount of times, but nothing….nothing could compare how this really felt. The little sounds she makes got him bricked up and aching. It’s almost as if she knew what effect she had on him cause her hand begins to palm him through his joggers. He groans into her mouth, causing a certain wetness to form in her panties. She never knew Jack had an aggressive side to him, she always teased him of being vanilla. 

He picks her up and sets her onto the island. Slipping her shorts off and spreading her legs. No panties? Fuck, her pussy glistened from her wetness under the lights. She closed her legs, starting to feel shy. 

“Nuh uh, open those legs for me. Lemme see that pretty pussy.” Oh god she loves this. He gets on his knees, kissing her lips, taking in her scent causing her hips to buck. 

“Jaack please don’t tease,” she feels his breath on her as he laughs, knowing exactly what he was doing. He takes her clit into his mouth, slowly sucking and swirling his tongue. He was so fucking handsome and with your pussy in his mouth made him even hotter. Working his tongue up and down your folds, you lift you hips slightly to ride his face. 

Fuck fuck fuck 

Jack couldn’t believe how fucking beautiful you looked under the island lights. Everything about you just amazed him. He works his movement with yours as he sees your body tensing up. 

“Fuck Jack, I’m- fuck I’m gonna cum!” In that moment he slips two of his fingers in, curving them upwards pumping them in and out. The only thing that could be heard was your cries and the wetness of your pussy. His fingers were big and long you could only imagine what he’ll stretch you out to. He pulls you close to him, placing little kisses along your cheek and neck. He lets you ride out your orgasm from his fingers. He only just begun with you, but he notices the slight sheen of sweat that covered your body. 

“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted you.” He places a soft kiss on her lips. 

“Jack I need you, please.” She reaches into his jogger to pull him out. His tip already leaking with precum. Teasing him, she rubs his length between her wet folds causing him to groan. The lust that filled both of their eyes as they watch his tip play with her clit. Jack slipped in not being able to handle it anymore. 

Y/N lets out a soft cry not realizing how big he really was. Her back was cold against the marbled island, but the way Jack started pounding into her she couldn’t possibly give a fuck about anything 

“Jaackkk” she cries out throwing her head back

“I know it’s big baby, you can take it. Be good for me and take it.” His thumb starts to rub circles on her clit as he continues his ruthless thrusting. She was drunk off of his fucking. Not a single thought was running through her head besides the fact that he felt so fucking good and was deep.

“Look at you. Such a good fucking girl taking me. So beautiful baby.” He whispers his praises into her ear, till he feels her clenching him tightly. His free hand grabs the back of her hair firmly to make sure he was looking at him as she cums. 

“Mmm fuck, where do you want it?” She better answer quick cause those hazel eyes looked fucked out and he could barely hold on. 

“Inside me! P-please please” 

Jesus Christ 

He nods as he increases his speed, hitting a new spot for her causing her to come undone. She couldn’t even stop the babbling. 

“I love you I-I love you Jack.” He kisses her passionately, emptying himself deep inside her. 

“I love you too.” He says out of breath. 

He picks her up carrying them to his bedroom. She was completely out of it, her eyes closed and sleep slowly taking over her. He couldn’t imagine this moment any better. It happened so naturally. He tucks both of them in pulling her closely. She was his. He was hers. Thank god for that fucking apartment delay. 

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Y/N woke up feeling satisfied and definitely sore. Some of their friends were suppose to be flying in today to vibe for the next two days. She looks at the sleepy man next to her and smiles. They really had some nasty sex last night when just prior to that they were just best friends. She places a soft kiss on his forehead and decided to make them breakfast. She picked out some boxers and one of his t-shirts and got to work. As she was making them pancakes and eggs, the door bell rang and it was probably Druski since he had the earliest flight. She opens the door to see a girl, who looked like a super model holding a duffel bag. 

“Y/N, right?” 

“Uhh yeah…I’m sorry who are you?”

“I’m Jack’s girlfriend….”

Part 2? 😌

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[megantheebaddest]

Can you do a smut imagine where basically jack and his gf and their freinds are having a movie night at his house but you start getting horny and text him to meet you in the bathroom

a/n: Thanks for the request baby🥰

18+ MDNI

Needy Girl

Everyone was cuddled up in the living room of Jack’s place, fully invested in Superbad. Snacks and cans of beer scattered across the coffee table. You could not focus on this movie even if you tried. Sipping your wine cooler you observe the room when your eyes land on your boyfriend. Jack was sitting across the room from you with his hood up, manspreading, laid back in his seat totally invested in the movie letting a few giggles escape his lips. Your eyes flickered around the room once more before landing back on Jack. You watched as his lips pressed together into the cutest grin ever, him and Urban can quote the whole thing. Which they did. Slapping each other laughing at every thing.

You started to feel the heat between your legs. Still sipping your drink you kept your focus on Jack. ‘I need him.. right now’ you thought in your mind. You bit the inside of your cheek, flickering back and forth between Jack and the movie. An idea came to mind. You quickly pulled out your phone and opened the text thread between you and Jack. You looked back over to him and he had his head laid back on couch now but still the same position. His eyes looked to be getting heavy.

“Hey” you texted eyes immediately looking back at him. He didn’t move though.

“Jackman” you texted once more.

This time his hand crept into his pocket sliding his phone out, eyes still on the movie. With squinted eyes from the brightness of his phone he read your messages. He looked up at you with a smile.

“Watch the movie y/n” he responded. Putting his phone back in his pocket and continued watching. He was now manspreading and had his hands in his sweat pants pockets. My god he looked so good.

“i can’t.”

“you look really good, i can’t focus”

Feeling his phone vibrate twice he kept his head laid back on the couch rolling it to look at you. He gave you an annoyed look. Most likely for interrupting our movie night. As he looked at you, you looked away back towards the movie. Out of the corner of your eye you see him get his phone back out. You look back at him to see his thumbs texting back.

“Drink some water you seem thirsty ma” he responded.

He looked over at you reading his response. Your eyes shot up towards him with your mouth hanging open with a shocked expression. You immediately pout at him. He shoved his hands back in his pockets, head laid back, smile from ear to ear on his face, and now he was squeezing his legs open and shut. You know when he does that he’s trying not to get hard.

“Come to the bathroom with me” you texted back.

You got up from your seat and quietly walked out without any of the other guys seeing you. Jack however watched your every move. He opened your text and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention, luckily no one was. He quickly got up and made his way to the bathroom. He was right behind you, you had no idea you didn’t hear him. You made it to the bathroom and when you entered it you turned around to shut the door but before that you were met with Jacks lips crashing into you. You inhaled a sharp breath from being startled. He shoved his tongue in your mouth moving it all around. Your hands creeped up and grabbed the back of his hair.

“You needy girl. Just couldn’t wait till later huh?” He asked grinding his hard on into your sensitive area. You immediately pushed forward and grind back into him.

“mm” was the only thing to escape your lips.

“What do you want?.. Tell me what you want baby” He said.

You only started lifting his shirt up sucking on his neck, losing your patience.

“Answer me.” Jack said sternly.

“Fuck me. Ruin me. Do anything you want, please.” You say almost screaming. You started ripping your clothes off.

“What’s got you so worked up? Huh baby?” Jack says as he too removes his clothes.

“You. Just please hurry it up will ya?”

“Relax alright? I’ll take care of all your needs. Just be patient y/n” He slowly starts kissing down your neck

“literally i can’t. I’m literally on the verge of cumming already.” you say trembling

“But i didn’t even touch you yet? Must not need me then?”

“Stop, please just fuck me already”

Jack effortlessly picked you up slamming you on the bathroom counter. A little squeal escaped your lips. He slowly entered you, your head falling back.

“Eyes on me.”

You looked right at him with your mouth in a ‘O’ shape. Without warning he quickens his pace.

“You’re so tight y/n, my god.. FUCK “

His big hand wrapped around your throat lightly squeezing, he stuck his thumb in your mouth. You couldn’t control your moans. Your legs were trying to squeeze shut as they were trembling.

“Relax baby girl. I’m almost there too. Hang on for me, just a little longer.”

You couldn’t even think clearly. Anytime he talked you through it you were a complete mess. Before he gave you the okay you came all around his dick.

“Fuck! You’re such a little fucking brat. Ya know that?” Jack moaned out as he pounded into you harder and faster.

“Let me get another one out of you just for that.”

You were squealing and trembling, completely over stimulated. He kept pounding into you relentlessly.

“Jack i can’t hold it any longer!”

“Yes you can” He grunted

You came again. All over him.

“Y/n!!! Last chance” He growled.

He continued his thrusts as he pulled at your nipple with his mouth. He was a moaning mess.

“I’m close baby are you almost ready?” He asked

“Yes.. Yesss. YES!” you moaned

“Cum with me. Now!” Jack hissed.

You both came, moaning loudly. He had his head buried in the crook of your neck. He slowly thrusted in and all the way out, riding out your highs.

“You wouldn’t be so worked up if you would have just listened to me.” He said out of breath.

[slvttyharlow]

𐑺 ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ SHE'S THE ONE — JACK HARLOW

new comment from; @comehomeimissyou. can you do jack realizing he has met his soulmate?

summary. jack notices just how much he needs you in his life.

warnings. fem!reader + fluff. wc, 618.

a note from sisi. im happy to finally put out something, it is short but it still something. im also working on other requests so can't wait to get those out. — masterlist / previous fic / taglist.

It was another late night at the studio where Jack was listening to tracks wanting them to sound perfect for his upcoming album.

You have been accompanying him to show him support, giving your opinion when it was needed, and you always did it with a smile on your face, reassuring him when he was way too in his head.

“But I remember when you used to be fanned out. I guess that when the whole world loves you. People only got one way to stand out. All that time in the kitchen finally panned out. I put some flavor in a pot and took the bland out,” Jack rapped while his fingers played with a toothpick, waiting for your input but silence met him.

“Babe?” His eyebrows furrowed together, confused on why you were so silent as you were just talking to him a minute ago but when he swiveled his chair to face you, he noticed you fell asleep on the couch.

A smile wore on Jack’s face as he got up from his chair, quietly walked over to you, putting his jacket over you to keep you warm before sitting back down in his chair.

Jack needed to finish this up so he can bring you home but he couldn’t help but to continue to look at your sleeping figure.

There was one thing Jack was sure of; if his career didn’t work out, he would have still had you by his side as you have always been there through everything.

You were his ride or die, Jack could not imagine a life without you. He was so into his thoughts that he didn’t notice the door to the studio open. “You good?” Urban questions as he notices how deep in thought Jack is as he sits in the chair right next to him.

“Yeah I was just thinking about something…” Jack trails off as something new pops into his mind, and before he goes to reveal what it was, he makes sure that you’re in a deep sleep so you wouldn’t hear the conversation.

Once he's in the clear, he takes a deep breath as Urban makes a blunt. "I'm thinking of finally proposing to [Name]."

"She has been there with me from the start,' Jack spoke as Urban listen quietly. "She always supported me even when there were times I doubted myself."

"About time," Urban blurt out, making Jack laugh. "I thought of doing it a long time ago but I didn't think I was ready and the thing with [Name], I didn't feel the need to rush into things which made me feel relax whenever I was around her."

"I don't think I can find another girl like her, nor do I think I can let her walk out of my life," he ramble as his eyes stay on you. "I want to give her my last name and then when it's time, start a family with her."

“I just need to get the ring and the perfect place to propose at.”

“Well you can scratch off at a football game, she thinks it cheesy and overdone,” Urban replies as he raises the spliff to his mouth.

Jack lets out a laugh at that. “Nah man it got to be special.” The sound of his laugh echoes through the room making your eyes flutter open, confused on what was happening and as soon as the sleep escapes you, you tune into their conversation.

“She’s definitely the one for me and nothing can change that.” A huge smile forms across your cheeks as you close your eyes back to make it seem like you were still sleeping and didn’t hear what he said.

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[earthtoharlow]

From the Dining Table

chapter 01

20 Years Ago

Jack sat on the couch with his hands pressed against his head, hoping that the pressure against his temples would stop the war that was going through his mind. The engagement ring sat on the coffee table between them. Across from him sat actress Scarlett Hayes, his fiancée for barely six months—she stared at him in disbelief, her voice shaking.

“Are you trying to hurt me?” Scarlett whispered, her fingers curled around the edge of the chair, as if holding on to something, anything would keep her from crashing out.

Jack couldn’t even look at her. He knew her eyes were full of questions that he didn’t have the strength or balls to answer. Jack’s chest tightened as her voice grew louder, more desperate.

“Talk to me! We’ve been through too much for you to just walk away like this. You owe me a reason.”

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. The words were stuck in his throat, a tangled mess of guilt, fear, and love. How could he tell Scarlett that it wasn’t her fault? That he was breaking her heart to save her from something worse? That deep down, he wasn’t sure he was the man she deserved?

“I can’t,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Scarlett stood up, the chair scraping harshly against the floor. “You can’t what? You can’t explain? You can’t love me anymore? What?” Her frustration spilled over, and she ran a hand through her hair, pacing the room. “Do you even care about how this is affecting me? I thought we were happy, I thought we were going to—”

“Stop.” Jack's voice cracked. He could barely stand hearing her hope shatter with every word. But still, he couldn’t give her the explanation she wanted. What was he supposed to say? That he wasn’t ready? That he felt like he was losing himself in this life they were building? That his career, his demons, and the past he carried were dragging him away from the future they were supposed to share?

“I can’t do this right now,” he muttered, his eyes glued to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

Her eyes welled up, and she stood there for a moment, staring at him like he was a stranger. He knew what she was thinking—how could someone who claimed to love her so deeply suddenly become so distant?

“I deserve better than this,” she finally said, her voice barely holding together. “I deserve to know why.”

Jack clenched his fists, resisting the urge to pull her into his arms, to kiss her forehead like he used to and tell her everything would be alright. But he couldn’t make that promise anymore. The truth was, he didn’t trust himself not to hurt her again. He wasn’t the man she needed him to be.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, and it felt hollow, empty—just like him. He stood up and walked toward the door without looking back. She didn’t try to stop him this time.

Just as his hand reached for the doorknob, her voice pierced the silence, sharp and broken.

“I hate you.”

Jack froze, his back still to her. The weight of those three words hit him harder than anything she could have said. He felt it in his chest, a pain so deep it was almost physical.

“You’re pathetic, I hate you,” she said again, louder this time. “And I’ll always hate you.”

He stood there, unable to move, Scarlett’s words echoing in his mind. He deserved them. Every last syllable. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Without turning around, he opened the door and walked out, leaving behind the woman he loved more than anything, knowing she would never forgive him. Knowing he had lost her forever and it was all his fault.

***

Twenty years later, Scarlett sat in front of a row of reporters at a press junket for her latest film. The years had been kind to her—she’d rebuilt her life, piece by piece, becoming one of the most respected actresses in the world. She was on the brink of becoming an EGOT winner—a feat few could claim.

Life had moved on, and so had she. She’d married another actor a few years after the breakup. They had a beautiful daughter together, though the marriage didn’t last. Despite the divorce, she and her ex-husband had managed to co-parent well, and their daughter, Maya, now 14, was the light of her life.

Yet, certain memories from the past had a way of creeping into her mind when she least expected it.

As the last few questions were being asked, one reporter raised their hand. “What advice would you give to the person you were 20 years ago?”

Scarlett paused. The question wasn’t unusual, but it took her by surprise. Twenty years ago. The number tugged at her, pulling her back to a version of herself she hadn’t thought about in a long time. A version who’d just had her engagement broken off without an explanation. A version who felt shattered, blindsided, and unsure of where to go next.

She took a breath before answering, her voice calm and thoughtful. “I would tell her to trust herself more. To understand that sometimes the things that break you aren’t meant to destroy you, but to reshape you into someone stronger.” She paused, her eyes softening, as if she were talking directly to her younger self. “And that the pain, as overwhelming as it might feel in the moment, will eventually become the foundation for the person you’re supposed to become.”

She smiled, a small, almost private one, as if the advice wasn’t just for the person she was 20 years ago, but also for herself in the present. The reporters scribbled down her response, sensing there was more behind her words than just a general piece of advice.

But Scarlett didn’t elaborate. She thanked the reporter for the thoughtful question and moved on to the next, keeping the rest of her thoughts to herself.

When Scarlett returned to her hotel room. She closed the door softly, the quiet of the room a welcome contrast to the frenzy of the press junket. Dropping her purse on the table, she exhaled deeply, trying to shake off the emotions that had surfaced when she answered that last question. Memories of the past always had a way of creeping back when she least expected it.

Maya was lounging on the couch, looking up from her phone as Scarlett walked in. She was 14, full of energy and curiosity, with the kind of bright eyes that reminded Scarlett of herself at that age. But there was also a resilience in her daughter—one that seemed far beyond her years.

“Hey, Mom,” Maya called out casually, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “How did it go?”

She smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It went well. Same questions, different faces.”

Maya set her phone down, sitting up a little straighter. “You look tired. Want me to order room service or something?”

Scarlett chuckled softly. “Maybe in a bit.”

Maya hesitated for a moment before her expression shifted to something more excited. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something. And don’t say no right away.”

“Oh boy,” Scarlett said, playfully bracing herself as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “What is it?”

“Well,” Maya began, drawing out the word like she was preparing for a big reveal, “I found out that while we’re in town, Jack Harlow is performing. And… I really want to go.”

Scarlett’s stomach knotted instantly at the thought. Jack Harlow. The man who had walked out of her life without an explanation two decades ago. The rapper who had become even more successful over the years, topping charts with multiple number-one albums and winning five Grammys. He was everywhere, even if they had managed to avoid each other at every awards show, every industry event, every red carpet. They had perfected the art of pretending the other didn’t exist.

Now, the idea of seeing him again—of watching him perform while sitting in the audience with her daughter—made her chest tighten. But how could she say no to Maya? She adored her daughter, and Maya was at the age where she idolized the rapper, just like millions of others.

She swallowed, trying to keep her expression neutral. “Jack Harlow….?”

“Yes!” Her daughter’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I’ve been dying to see him live, and it’s crazy that we’re here at the same time. Please, Mom? I know you’re busy this week, but I have to go to this concert. It would be amazing.”

Scarlett tried to keep her tone casual as she spoke. “You know, sweetie, maybe your dad could take you to the concert instead? I’m sure he’d love to go with you.”

Maybe paused, looking at her mom in disbelief. “Dad?” she asked, as if the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind. “No way.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Why not? He loves concerts, we used to go to concerts all the time together before you were born.”

Maya plopped down on the bed, shaking her head firmly. “Mom, you don’t understand. Dad can be so embarrassing sometimes. I mean, he’d probably try to rap along to the songs and think he’s cool, or worse—he’d make some weird joke in front of people. I can’t have that happening in front of him,” she said, referring to Jack.

Scarlett stifled a laugh. She knew her ex-husband’s quirky sense of humor all too well. He was a great dad, but yeah… maybe not the best choice for a situation like this. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be that bad,” she tried.

Maya wasn’t convinced. “Mom, I love Dad, but he’s not exactly cool, you know? When you mention TikTok he thinks you’re talking about that Kesha song.” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Please, Mom. You’re way cooler.”

Scarlett sighed, her plan to avoid the concert quickly unraveling. “I don’t know, honey,” she said, hesitating. “It’s just… I’ve got a lot going on with the press tour, and I might be too tired. Maybe—”

Maya looked at her, wide-eyed and pleading. “Mom, this is literally a once-in-a-lifetime thing. You’re always working. Just this once, can’t we do something fun together? Please?”

She felt a pang of guilt. She had been so focused on her career, the press, and everything else that had happened over the years that she hadn’t made enough time for moments like this with her daughter.

But the idea of being at his concert, seeing him again, was terrifying. Still, as she looked at her daughter, who was practically begging her, Scarlett found herself trapped. Maya didn’t deserve to be punished for something that had happened long before she was born.

“Okay,” she said, surprising herself with how steady her voice sounded. “We’ll go.”

Maya squealed, reaching over to hug her tightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! This is going to be the best night ever!”

***

Backstage, Jack sat in front of the mirror, his head bowed as he tied his new balance. His crew moved in and out of the dressing room, prepping for another sold-out show. Tonight was special. Every show was, but something about performing in this city always felt like coming home.

His phone buzzed on the counter beside him, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the rhythm pulsing in his veins. It was the pre-show adrenaline, the high he chased every time he stepped on stage. The crowd would be chanting his name in a few minutes, and he needed to be in the zone.

Urban pushed through the door camera in hand and a knowing grin plastered on his face.

“You’ll never guess who’s here tonight,” Urban said, his voice full of intrigue.

Jack didn’t look up, a half-smile tugging at his lips. Urban always had something to say, always some gossip or story to break up the tension. He figured it was just one of the usual celebrity guests, a fan or two from another showbiz circle.

“Who?” he asked, humoring him as he stood and stretched out his arms, preparing himself mentally for the setlist.

Urban leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, that grin not fading. “I’m serious, man. You’ll never believe it.”

“Alright, then. Hit me with it. Who’s in the building?” he asked, half-paying attention, still in his pre-show mode.

Urban paused for dramatic effect, letting the silence stretch just long enough before dropping the bombshell. “The one that got away.”

Jack laughed, shaking his head as he grabbed his jacket from the chair. “Man, stop playing. I ain’t got time for that.”

Urban didn’t blink. Didn’t laugh. Just stood there, his smile shifting into something more serious. “I’m not joking. She’s here. She came to see you.”

Jack froze, his hand hovering just above the jacket. For a second, he thought Urban was still messing with him. But Urban didn’t play like this—at least not about her.

He turned slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Who you talkin’ about?”

Urban didn’t miss a beat. “Scarlett Hayes.”

At first, all Jack could do was shake his head, the disbelief settling in. He laughed again, though this time it came out more as a breath of surprise than humor. “Nah. You’re trippin’. No way.”

But Urban’s expression didn’t budge. “I’m telling you, she’s here. Saw her myself. Came in with her daughter, I think.”

His heart stopped for just a moment. Her. After all these years?

Twenty years since they’d last spoken, twenty years since he’d walked out of that apartment without looking back, twenty years since the day she told him she hated him. The memories flooded back in an instant—the way her voice had cracked, the look in her eyes when he left her without an explanation. He had convinced himself long ago that he wouldn’t see her again. Not face-to-face. Their worlds were too big, their circles wide enough to avoid each other. And they had—for two decades.

But now?

“She’s really here?” he asked, his voice quieter this time, disbelief still hanging in the air.

Urban nodded. “Yup. Sitting somewhere out there with her kid. And from what I heard, it wasn’t even her idea to come. The girl wanted to see the show.”

Jack let out a low whistle, shaking his head as he processed it. Of all the people who could’ve been in the audience tonight, Scarlett was the last person he’d expected. Part of him had always wondered if they’d cross paths again, if there’d ever be a moment where the universe would force them into the same room, the same space. But after all these years, he had convinced himself it wouldn’t happen.

And now she was here.

He cleared his throat, feeling the weight of it settle over him. “Guess she couldn’t avoid me forever, huh?”

Urban chuckled. “Seems that way. But what you gonna do about it?”

Jack hesitated for a beat, staring at his reflection in the mirror, trying to reconcile the man he was now with the man who left her behind so long ago. He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t even sure if she would want to see him after everything that had happened.

“I don’t know,” he muttered, shaking his head, trying to focus on the show ahead of him. “But I know one thing. I ain’t letting it mess up my set.”

Urban gave him a knowing look, camera still in hand. “Good call, but she’s here, man. And something tells me the past ain’t just stayin’ in the past tonight.”

With that, Urban turned and left the room, leaving Jack alone with the thought that after two decades, she was finally in his world again. And for the first time in years, he didn’t know how to feel.

***

Jack stood center stage and took in the sold out crowd. This was his zone, his sanctuary, where nothing could touch him—where he controlled the crowd and their energy, night after night.

But tonight, something felt different. His mind kept drifting, thoughts circling back to what Urban had said backstage. Scarlett here. He had tried to shake it off, but the thought gnawed at him, even as he performed. The crowd roared louder as he transitioned into his next song, one that hadn’t been on the original setlist but was a personal favorite for fans.

“Can I slow things down for a little bit?” Jack asked the crowd as he grabbed the mic stand. The opening chords echoed through the stadium, and a hush fell over the audience. They recognized it immediately. It wasn’t one of the hits that charted on Billboard or made it onto the radio, but it was the song that fans knew had come from the deepest part of him. It was the song he wrote about Scarlett around the time he first met her.

Yeah, they fine, but they not you. You a catch and I caught you. I wanna pull up and flaunt you and take some pics for Getty Images. I like all your beauty marks and blemishes…

The lights dimmed, and the spotlight shone solely on him as he moved across the stage when he looked out into the crowd, he saw her.

Scarlett was there, in the crowd, just like Urban said. In the sea of faces, she stood out—her face illuminated by the soft glow of the stage lights, eyes locked on him. For a split second, the entire world fell away. His breath hitched in his throat, the words almost dying on his lips as they stared at each other. It was like time had stopped, and all the years between them collapsed into this moment.

She hadn’t changed much—still as stunning as she had been when they were younger, though there was something deeper, wiser about her now. She wasn’t the woman he’d left behind; she had evolved, become someone bigger, stronger, untouchable in her success. But her eyes… her eyes still held that same fire.

The next line came out rougher, almost a whisper:

Girl, you're poison, poison, poison, poison, but the good kind. It's crazy how you're on my mind. Kind of crazy how you're on my mind

Jack remembered everything—how he left, how she had yelled at him, tears in her eyes as she said she hated him, how he hadn’t been able to say a single word back. He had never told her the real reason, had never given her the closure she deserved.

The final beat hit, and the crowd erupted, cheering wildly, oblivious to the tension swirling beneath the surface. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. She hadn’t moved, her expression unreadable from where he stood, but he could feel the energy between them—like a cord that had been stretched thin for years was finally being tugged back into place.

For a moment, he thought about saying something, about calling out to Scarlett right there in front of everyone. But what would he even say? How do you fix something that’s been broken for two decades?

Instead, he just stood there, the mic heavy in his hand, staring at the woman he had never really stopped thinking about, wondering if she would turn and walk away like he had so many years ago.

Urban standing off to the side of the stage with his camera, had been watching everything. He saw the moment Jack’s eyes locked with hers in the crowd. He knew his friend better than anyone, knew that despite all the bravado, all the fame and success, there was still a part of him that had never gotten over her. And there was no way in hell he was going to let this moment slip by.

Jack handed off the mic to his stagehand, blinking as if trying to clear his head, but Urban was already a step ahead. He turned to Jack’s manager standing near the stage, a determined look on his face.

“Yo, get them backstage,” Urban ordered, his voice low but firm.

Kat raised an eyebrow. “You mean—”

“Scarlett Hayes. Her and her daughter. Bring them back here. Now,” Urban insisted, waving his hand toward where they’d been sitting. “Don’t make a scene, but get it done. He’s not gonna have the balls to do it himself.”

Kat hesitated for a split second but then nodded, understanding the urgency. This wasn’t just a regular concert guest—it was someone who could change everything for the man they all worked for. She quickly made her way toward the crowd, slipping through unnoticed as the concert continued.

Meanwhile, backstage, Jack had retreated to his dressing room, the rush of the show fading as reality crashed back in. He had avoided Scarlett for so long, convinced himself that whatever they had was buried in the past, but seeing her out there had brought it all rushing back. He ran a hand over his face, pacing the small space, still replaying that moment in his head—the way her eyes had locked on his, the way she hadn’t moved an inch, frozen in place just like him.

Urban burst into the room, camera hanging from his neck, smirking like he knew exactly what had to be done.

“What the hell was that, man?” Urban asked, leaning against the doorframe with a grin. “You looked like you saw a ghost.”

Jack shot him a look, but his usual cocky demeanor was nowhere to be found. “I wasn’t expecting to actually see… her.” He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the weight of it all.

“No kidding,” Urban said with a knowing smile. “You gonna go talk to her?”

He hesitated. “Man, I don’t know. It’s been too long. What’s there to say?”

Urban crossed his arms, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “You’re telling me after all these years, you’re gonna let this slip? Scarlett is here, in the same building, and you’re just gonna pretend like you didn’t see her?”

Jack opened his mouth to argue but couldn’t find the words. Urban was right. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, but the fear—the same fear that made him walk away all those years ago—was creeping back in.

Urban could see it. He rolled his eyes and stepped forward. “You know what? Don’t worry about it. I already handled it.”

Jack frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“I told Kat to bring her backstage,” Urban said nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. “Figured you’d need a little push.”

Jack’s eyes widened in shock, his heart leaping into his throat. “You did what?”

Urban shrugged, unbothered. “Relax. I didn’t have them drag her here or anything. Just made sure she knows she’s welcome. I know you, man. You’d never make the move on your own.”

Jack stared at him, panic swirling in his chest. Part of him wanted to bolt, to disappear before she showed up, but another part—maybe the part that had been carrying this regret for twenty years—knew this was his chance. This was the moment he had been avoiding, but also the one he couldn’t let slip away.

Before he could respond, there was a knock at the door.

His heart stopped.

Urban shot him a quick look, raising an eyebrow. “That’s your cue.”

Jack took a deep breath, steeling himself as he walked toward the door. When he opened it, his breath caught in his throat.

There she was. Standing in front of him was the woman who had once been his entire world, but as soon as Scarlett saw him, her expression became eerily calm, like she was slipping into a role she’d played many times before. She smiled—a smile he recognized all too well—and extended her hand toward him, as though they were meeting for the very first time.

“Hi,” she said smoothly, her voice dripping with polite indifference. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m—”

“Nice to meet you,” Jack interrupted, his voice tense as he took her hand, gripping it lightly. The casualness of the gesture was almost unbearable. The weight of their history was right there between them, but she was pretending like it didn’t exist.

Her daughter, Maya meanwhile, wasn’t pretending at all. She stood beside her mother, wide-eyed and practically bouncing with excitement. The second she saw Jack, she let out a tiny squeal, covering her mouth with her hands, her gaze darting between him and her mother as if this were some kind of dream.

“Mom! Oh my God, it’s really him!” Maya whispered loudly, her excitement spilling over. “You didn’t tell me we’d actually meet him!”

Scarlett, still holding onto her mask of politeness, glanced at her daughter with a calm smile. “Well, sweetheart, it was a surprise. I didn’t want to get your hopes up.”

Jack blinked, momentarily stunned by the surrealness of the moment. Scarlett was really going to do this—pretend they’d never met, never loved, never been ripped apart at the seams. And her daughter had no idea.

The girl’s energy was infectious, though, and she stepped forward eagerly, her hands trembling as she extended her phone toward Jack. “Can I—can I please get a picture? This is like, the coolest thing ever! I’ve been a fan for years! I love all your songs!”

Jack glanced at Scarlett , searching her eyes for some kind of signal, but all he found was that same polite smile, so perfectly controlled. He swallowed his emotions, nodding toward Maya with a forced grin. “Of course. Anything for a fan.”

Maya practically jumped up and down, handing her phone over to Urban, who was grinning like he knew something nobody else did. The girl bounced to Jack’s side, beaming up at him as he put an arm around her for the picture.

Scarlett stood off to the side, watching the whole thing with a detached expression, her hands folded in front of her. She looked like a spectator in her own life, watching from a distance as her daughter unknowingly gushed over the man who had once broken her mother’s heart.

After the photo was taken, Maya looked up at Jack, her eyes wide with admiration. “I can’t believe this is happening. You’re such a legend! I’ve been to all your concerts. Mom, isn’t this crazy?”

Scarlett smiled again, that same well-practiced smile. “It’s quite something,” she agreed lightly, not giving anything away.

Jack looked at her, his chest tightening. He could see what she was doing—how she was keeping everything locked up, pretending like this was just another encounter, but it felt like a punch to the gut. He wanted to say something, anything, to break through that wall she’d built, but every word he thought of got stuck in his throat.

Maya, still buzzing with excitement, pulled her phone back out. “Oh! Can I get your autograph, too? I didn’t bring anything to sign, but I have my concert shirt! Wait, do you need a pen?” She began frantically digging through her bag, clearly overwhelmed by the moment.

As Maya fumbled with her things, Jack looked back at the actress, who was watching him with that same unreadable expression. He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t let this moment slip by without acknowledging what was really happening.

“You sure we haven’t met before?” he asked quietly, his voice low so her daughter wouldn’t hear.

Scarlett paused for a moment, her eyes locking with his. For a split second, something flickered there—something real, raw, and unguarded. But just as quickly, she blinked, and the mask was back in place.

“I’m sure,” she said softly, her tone as smooth as ever. “Just two strangers, passing through.”

And with that, she turned her attention back to Maya, who had finally found a pen.

Jack swallowed hard, nodding numbly as he took the pen from the girl. “Yeah,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “Just two strangers.”

***

AN: Hello hi ! New series! Please please please let me know what you think and if you’d like to see this series continued 🙂‍↕️

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And if you’re confortable a sexting text au would be great 😊😊

texts with 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤!

AHHHHHH! WE ARE SO BACK! hi babies! ive missed you guys so much how are we doing? good i hope :) soooooo this text au was sum cute next im gonna write but this first because ya! i love you

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Notice Me

AN: We're going to pretend that Latto was the headliner on day one because SZA is the face claim lol

Synopsis: While at Gazebo Fest with your best friend, you happen to meet Jack, and the two of you quickly take to each other. Once you part ways, you are heavy on Jack’s mind, and he's determined to see you again

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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“Why is it so got damn hot out here?!” Your best friend Kayla asked as she was digging through her clear backpack to find something to fan herself with.

“You do realize that it's the end of May and almost June, right?” You replied as you laughed at her and took a sip of water.

The two of you were in the VIP section of Gazebo Fest and couldn't wait to see all the different performances throughout the entire weekend, but you were most excited to see your celebrity crush for as long as you could remember, Jack Harlow.

You had gotten there two days before so that it could give you some time to explore Louisville before having to go to the festival. You and Kayla had gone to Churchill Downs, Morris Deli, and to see his Hometown Hero banner. Before the two of you went home, the goal was to hit up Barrels and Billets to make your own bourbon to take back home with you.

Glancing at the time, you quickly opened the Gazebo Fest app on your phone to see who would be performing next and got excited when you saw that it was Paris Texas. As you were sliding your phone in your back pocket, Kayla started hitting your arm repeatedly.

“Ow! What is your problem?!” You exclaimed while turning to look at her.

“I spy a mullet and that can only mean that it belongs to your man. Look to your left. Okay slowly turn and look. I see Clay too!”

Doing as you were told, you quickly saw him and you felt your heart skip a beat. Kayla liked Jack and his music, but she was more so here for Vince Staples as well as the younger Harlow.

“Maybe you'll get a marriage proposal before we leave on Monday.”

“Kayla, as much as I would like that… shut up.”

“Hey, stranger things have happened.” She replied while holding her hands up in defense.

Once Paris Texas set was over, the crowd dispersed and only a few of you were left at the barricade talking and mingling amongst each other when Kayla leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“I need to pee.”

“What the? Why are you whispering? Is that supposed to be a secret?”

“I don't want to go by myself and the girl next to me told me that she would save our spots.”

“Come on then.” You said as you went and grabbed her hand.

The two of you started walking to the VIP bathrooms when your breath hitched in your throat as you saw Jack was sitting in the driver's seat of a golf cart surrounded by people on his team.

“Sike! I don't have to pee, but go over to your man! He's looking at you and smiling!”

“Kayla…” You said through gritted teeth since you knew that she knew how shy you were. 

All she did was slightly push you forward as Jack waved you over to come to him.

“Hey pretty girl, enjoying yourself so far?” Jack asked you as you had finally worked up the nerve to approach him. Your heart was racing a mile a minute.

“So far, I have no complaints so my answer is yes.” You responded while smiling.

Your only goal was not to look absolutely crazy in front of him. But you were going to kill Kayla later. 

“Is it your first time here in Louisville?”

“No, I've been here before, but this is the first time that I actually got to explore the city. I was here for every NPLH you had.”

“Where are you from?”

“The DMV. Maryland specifically.”

“The D stands for Delaware right?” Jack curiously asked, but you immediately shook your head no.

“Do me a favor. When you go there again, do not let anyone hear you say that. It stands for D.C. Now Delmarva is Delaware, Maryland, and Virginia.” You answered while trying not to laugh.

“Then it's a good thing that I asked you, huh?”

“Yes, because somebody would have taken offense to that, believe it or not.”

“What song do you want to hear me do tomorrow?”

“I… How am I supposed to do just one?!”

“Fine. Give me your top five.”

“I need you to do every song you've ever recorded, but five does give me a little more wiggle room. Hmm, Heavy Hitter, Ghost, Sundown, Eastern Parkway, Dark Knight, and I NEED Smells Like Incense because you've never done that one live.”

“Oh, I got a day one in my presence. And that was six songs by the way.” He replied while giving you a boyish grin.

Jack was captivated the first time he laid his eyes on you earlier that afternoon from behind the Gazebo stage as he saw you and Kayla at barricade. 

“I told you that it was hard for me to choose. You're lucky I didn't say Power Tools.”

“Damn, not you going back to The Handsome Harlow.”

“Have to admit it's one of my favorites.” You replied as you shrugged.

“I don't want to keep you from your friend all day, but I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

Hearing him say that made you feel as though you were going to burst from having so many butterflies.

“You won't have to look far either. I'll be barricade.”

The rest of the day you and Kayla made the most of it watching all of the performances, getting drinks, and taking pics with Urban as well as other members of Private Garden.

The next morning, both of you woke up when your alarm went off at 8 ready for the day ahead. Both of you started off with mimosas and quickly moved to taking a few shots before it was ultimately time to get ready.

What stopped you in your tracks was a notification on your Gazebo app saying that because of the weather, the doors wouldn't be opening at 1 and to stay close to your phone to keep up with the alerts.

“You can't be fucking serious. We need to get barricade!” You said as you ran to the window to look outside at the weather. For right now, the sky was simply cloudy and gloomy. Not a raindrop in sight.

“What's wrong?” Kayla asked as she opened a bag of doritos and began stuffing them in her mouth.

“The opening of the gates are delayed.” You replied as you rolled your eyes.

“Until when!?”

“I'm not sure, it didn't say. I guess they'll send out another update so we can know.”

Kayla then grabbed her phone to pull up the weather app and simply shook her head.

“Babe, I don't know. I think we just might be under a tornado warning.”

“A WHAT!? NO! WHY TODAY? CAN IT WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW?” You exclaimed while running back towards the window.

“Apparently not.”

“Let's just pray that they don't cancel it. I know you have a date with your baby daddy later. I saw mine yesterday.” 

“He is literally the entire reason I came this weekend and now that might be ruined.”

“Let's just try and stay positive. We don't even have a concrete answer yet. Things could always change. But let's get our outfits together so we can be ready.”

It was now around 4 PM on Sunday and Jack was stressed. He had put so much time and effort as well as money into this and all he wanted to do was bring a music festival back to his city while having some of his favorite artists perform. He was trying not to sulk, but it was looking more and more like day 2 of Gazebo Fest wasn't about to happen.

“At least we had a good first day. You can't be mad at yourself for that.” Urban said as he sat down next to him.

“I know. I just don't want to compromise anyone's safety. People are going to be pissed.”

“They'll be pissed but they'll be alive.” He heard Clay say as he walked into the room.

“Then I need to call it.”

After he posted to his Instagram story the sad news of it being canceled, his thoughts immediately went to you.

“SHIT!”

“What? What's wrong?” Both Clay and Urban asked as they looked at him.

“The girl I was talking to yesterday.”

“You talked to a lot of girls yesterday?” Clay responded, confused as to what he was getting at.

“Not as long as I did her! The one with the curly hair!”

“Oh in VIP?”

“Yeah, and I totally forgot to ask her what her name was. Fuck.”

“Yall got a date or something we don't know about?”

“I was going to ask her when I saw her today, but now that's damn near impossible.”

Now not only was day two not happening, but he wasn’t about to see you either, until an idea came to him.

“Do you two remember what she looks like?” He asked both Urban and Clay as they nodded their heads.

“Okay, this might be a long shot, but maybe we can find her on instagram?”

“What the? How the HELL are we supposed to do that?” Clay asked, looking at his older brother in disbelief.

“The gazebo tag.” Urban answered for him and Jack simply nodded.

“Let’s get to it then.”

The three of them had been searching for a total of two hours when Urban had finally found you. He took a quick screenshot of the picture that was posted on Kayla’s page and cropped it before handing his phone to Jack.

“Found her!” 

“Let me see!”

As Urban was handing Jack his phone, it slipped out of his grasp onto the carpet below and Jack quickly dove for it, but it was too late. The screen had hit the home button on the app and everything had refreshed.

“You cannot be fucking serious! It refreshed your feed!”

“Wait, I got a screenshot!”

Urban quickly took his phone back and pulled it up in his gallery to show him as Clay was now looking over both of their shoulders to see what was happening.

“But you cropped it! It doesn’t have the username anymore!” Jack said before sighing and defeat was quickly washing over him.

“Hold on, now I have an idea.” Clay said while smirking.

Jack eyed him and motioned for him to continue.

“Post the screenshot and ask your followers on instagram to find her for you.”

You and Kayla had been in your hotel room sulking for hours at the fact that Gazebo day 2 had been canceled. So the two of you quickly decided to watch Jack’s interview along with WMCJ to pass the time, until Kayla screamed at the top of her lungs while looking down at her phone.

“BITCHHHHH!”

“Leave me to sulk in peace.” You replied while putting the comforter over your head.

“I don’t think you’ll be sulking too much longer. Jack is looking for you.”

“Excuse me?” Now this caught your attention and the comforter was now lying beside you as Kayla shoved her phone in your face as you saw his post on instagram.

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jackharlow: I need a favor. Someone find the girl on the left for me.

When you were done looking at it, you handed Kayla back her phone and laid back down.

“Bitch, what the fuck are you doing? Your HUSBAND is looking for you! Respond to this man!”

“But… I don’t know…” You said while playing with the ends of your curly hair. 

“You don’t know what? He obviously wants to talk to you again so what’s the problem?”

“What if this isn’t even what we think it is?”

“Y/N, he made an instagram post asking millions of his followers to find you. I think he’s making it pretty clear that more than likely he wants to date you.”

“I… now I know your ass is delusional.” You said while looking at her and shaking your head.

“Well, what do YOU think the reason is? Because I KNOW my ass is right. Just respond and see what he says. It can’t hurt. You didn’t get to see him perform today so this is the next best thing. You have to learn to take chances and not be so scared all the time.”

You sat there contemplating what you were going to do when you noticed that Kayla was staring at you.

“What?”

“If you get to fuck Jack Harlow, I want a five page research paper with sources and a title page in APA format when we get back home.” 

It had been around six in the evening when you had seen Jack’s post and still hadn’t thought of a way to creatively respond to it. It was now ten at night and you and Kayla were getting ready to go to an after party that Ace Pro was hosting not too far from where your hotel was when you had gotten the perfect idea once you were settled in Kayla’s car. You had quickly explained to her what the plan was and it seemed as if she was more excited than you were about you finally responding to him. 

“I knew what I was doing when I picked out that outfit for you! He is bound to see you in this and rip it off the second that you two are in person.”

“KAYLA!”

“What?! Just telling the truth. Now pose so we can get a good one and post it.”

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barricadebaddie: word on the street is that jackharlow is looking for me. Is that true?

Your location was set to Streets of Louisville and you were hoping that he would see it and respond.

You just hope that you didn’t take too long to answer him. 

It took less than fifteen minutes for a notification to pop up on your phone saying that you had a new message on instagram.

1 New Message from jackharlow 

“KAYLA HE SENT ME A MESSAGE!” The two of you had just pulled up to the club that the after party was going to take place in when your heart started beating a mile a minute once more.

“WELL OPEN IT!” 

jackharlow

I meant what I said when I told you that I looked forward to seeing you today. I wanted to meet up with you tonight if you were up for it.

You

Of course I’m up for it

jackharlow

If you’re at Ace’s party I’m on my way there

You

See you when you get here

jackharlow

Then I was hoping we can go somewhere by ourselves

Your eyes went wide as you shoved your phone into Kayla’s hand who quickly took it and read the message.

“Oh yeah, yall fucking later. If you need condoms, I got you.”

“I swear I can’t take your ass anywhere.”

“Look, don’t get mad at me for being prepared.”

You

I’d like that and I’m definitely up for it

Jack had liked your message before you saw that he quickly followed you. 

You and Kayla went inside and had gone all the way in the back in the far left corner as the two of you ordered drinks and simply waited for Jack to arrive. A lump felt as if it was growing in your throat that you quickly swallowed back down knowing that it was your nerves getting the best of you.

As shy of a personas you are, many times you thought about leaving and heading back to the hotel, but Kayla was right. You needed to stop being scared of your own shadow and live out of your comfort zone.

It was around 11:30 when a lot of commotion was happening near the entrance of the club, and that could only mean one thing.

Jack was finally here. 

You quickly opened instagram to shoot him a message letting him know where you were and simply waited until he made his rounds as he was speaking to different people and also got into the DJ booth with Ace. When he finally glanced down at his phone, your guess was that he was reading your message and he quickly looked to his left and spotted you. A small grin came across his face as he slid his phone back into his pocket and made his way over to you. 

“Have fun, I’m going to get another drink.” Kayla said as she saw Jack headed over towards you and quickly got up to make her way towards the bar before you could protest.

Once Jack had finally reached you, he leaned down to embrace you into a hug and he lightly pulled you into him, making you stand all the way up before leaning down and whispering in your ear. 

“For a minute there, I thought you weren’t going to respond to me.”

“Hmm, I admit I was hesitant, but I figured why not? You obviously wanted to find me for a reason, so here I am.”

“When I see something I want, I’m persistent until I get it.” Jack replied as he played with the ends of your hair and you just knew for a fact that you were about to faint right then and there. 

“And after all of that yesterday, I forgot to ask what your name was.”

“It’s Y/N.” You responded while laughing, having not even noticed that you never told him your name.

“Well, Y/N, you ready to get out of here?”

“On one condition.”

“And what’s that pretty girl?”

“A private show.”

“Hmm, of my songs or were you thinking about something else?” He asked as he leaned down to whisper in your ear once more, but this time kissed the shell of it.

“I’ll take both if you’re up for it.”

“It took me all damn day to find you, so I’m definitely up for it.”

[yoongis-black-grilfriend]

Cabin Fever

Summary: Jack has been very busy with the filming of his upcoming movie and focusing on making new music. When the time comes for the two of you to spend some quality time together it doesn’t go as planned which causes some problems to arise.

Warnings: SMUT, car sex, penetration, praise, oral (female).

“GIRLY POP” you laugh as you roll your eyes getting out of your bed to meet Jack down stairs in the living room. “What’s up Jack, how was filming?” You asked while you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands on your ass while he kissed all over your face. “It was good, happy we’re almost finished finally” he said sitting the two of you on the couch with you on his lap facing him.

 

“I have a surprise for you though.” he explained with his hands outlining your hips. Confused you tilt your head  “A surprise, what is it?” “Well since I've been working and stuff I decided to rent out a cabin for a couple of days, it's big as hell and it has a lake and hot tub so get ready for some late night adventures” Gasping you pull him into a hug pressing a kiss onto his lips. “You didn’t have to do that Jack I would have just enjoyed your company here.”  

Shaking his head he lays a kiss to your cheek “It’s fine we need this and you deserve it baby, thank you for sticking by me through this.”, “I packed of a bunch of clothes for you, all we have to do is get in the car.” “Jack be foreal are we really going to a cabin right now?” you asked, thinking this was too much to be true. You remembered how one time he told you that he was taking you to a disney cruise but in reality he took you to a beach and taught you how to ride a surfboard with a Mickeymouse head on it. 

You really hope he was being serious because you were not trying to have your time be wasted. “This isn’t the “disney cruise, okay, we're actually going to a cabin” Nodding your head you decide to trust him. Getting up you two made your way to your bedroom to make sure he didn’t forget anything, surprisingly he didn't so you guys made your way into his white tesla and are now on the road. The ride wasn’t super long it was about an hour. On the way there you guys talked a lot. You were able to tell him about what's been going on at work and with your friend group. 

He told you a little about the movie and about new music that he wanted to make and some celebrity gossip which was very entertaining. As the ride came to an end you pulled up to the cabin that was surrounded by trees and a lake in front of it the sunlight reflecting onto it beautifully. You also noticed how there were already two cars in the driveway. Turning to Jack you ask him “Are there already people here?”, “Yeah you know I had to bring my people with me.” 

Rolling your eyes you buckle your seatbelt back in. “Take me back home.”, “What do you mean?, let go inside.” Shaking your head you respond “No i’m not going in there. I don't feel like being surrounded by a bunch of people whether they're your friends or not.” Sighing Jack ran his hands down his face before reaching over and unbuckling your seatbelt. “Comon don’t do this right now the same way you say you haven’t been able to see me they haven't been able to see me either it wouldn’t be fair to them or you. “

“I really don’t care Jack, you should have thought about that before you did this, now look at you.” Groaning Jack turned toward you, his hand covering your thigh. “Why are you acting like this any other time you have no problem hanging out with our friends, now all of a sudden you don’t want to be around them? You really make no sense to me.”  

“I could literally care less about anything you're talking about right now, take me home or i’m going to get an Uber” you started unlocking your phone and going to the uber app right before you felt your phone being snatched right out of your hands. “Your not getting a fucking uber and i’m not takin ungrateful ass home ethier so deal with it.” “I’m ungrateful because I want to spend alone time with you? Whatever.” You said crossing your arms against your chest. 

“You wanted to be alone with me baby?” Jacked asked  as he ran his hand up and down your thigh your breath heightened as you feel his rough hands on your smooth skin. Looking straight ahead you say nothing, not wanting to give in too easily. “Huh. You don’t hear me speaking to you?’ he asked as he reached over, unbuckling your shorts that you had on along with your panties. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want to talk, I'll get something out of you one way or another.” Using his hands he moves your body towards his seat to where the back of your head is now  facing the window and you're sitting sideways in your seat (a/n I really hope this makes sense since the reader is facing Jack instead of being across him.) 

With your bare core out Jack spreads your lips with his fingers before he closes his mouth around your clit, his tongue moving in a regular speed causing your head to tilt as you covered your mouth with your hands so no sound would escape from you. Jack saw this and moved his tongue against you faster as you used your other hand to grip his hair pulling him closer to you as your hips moved at their own pace meeting Jack’s pace with his tongue. 

The need you had to moan was unbearable. Your body felt hot as you could hear your boyfriend’s tongue move against you which caused you to get even more turned on as you felt your body start to shake. Two fingers enter you as you meet Jacks eyes as plunges his fingers in and out of your before his takes your cliit in his mouth again feeling you come undone against him as you gasped for air. 

He didn’t care though not even when you tried to pull him away from you he kept going. “Jack stop, baby i’m done!” you said as you felt him licking up the creamy substance that had escaped you. “You done fighting with me y/n?” He asked his head now laying on your stomach ,you nod still trying to catch your breath. “C'mere and sit on my lap pretty.” He commanded, pulling his seat all the way back unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock out of his boxers. 

Reaching over you put both legs on the side of him straddling him as you guide the head of his cock into your entrance. You both sigh as you ease him inside of you, missing him inside of you. Grabbing your hips Jack moves you along his cock make you take all of him and when you got all the way inside of you he threw his head back with his eyes closed shut. 

“C'mon give it to me Jack” you pleaded as you moved your hips toward his thighs starting to burn a little bit. “Fuck this pussy is way to fucking good to me pretty.” he groaned as he started to move his hips from under you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you attach your lips to his neck as you feel him starting to twitch inside of you. 

“Your going to make me cum so hard baby fuck” he exclaimed when he felt you cleching around him as you were appraoching your second orgasm. “Cum inside of me, fill me up with all of your cum” you said as you started to cum squeezing your eyes closed until you saw white feeling Jack fill you up with his cum as you tried to to control your breathing. 

Jack rubs your back and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. “Next, time we’ll go on a trip with just the two of us, I just wanted to be able to please everyone at the same time, next time I got you though, maybe we’ll actually go on a disney cruise this time” Hitting his chest you laugh as he places a kiss across your cheek.

 

*Ring*

Jack's phone started to ring in the cup holder that it was in. Picking it up you hand it to him as you wait for him to answer. “What’s up Urban?” Jack said as he put the phone on speaker. “Why the hell are you guys still in the car hurrying so we can all go to the lake.” He said irritated before hanging up. 

[jackmanbj]

mirror mirror on the wall

AN: this is smut!💕

summary: you make a post with jack harlows favorite lingerie set and hes not to happy about it.

you watched jack leave the driveway as you quickly ran upstairs and shed of your clothes revealing a black lingerie set jack had gotten you for your birthday.

you went to the bathroom and put your hair in two pigtails and placed on some of your jewelry.

you went back in front of the mirror and pulled lightly on your hair as you posed to take your photos.

you took a couple photos and posted it on your instagram, jack being the last thing on your mind at the moment.

you went back to your bedroom and took of the lingerie changing into more comfortable clothes.

stinka💕- why the fuck did you post that y/n y/m/n?

you- what are you talking about stink?

stinka💕- you in that lingerie set? didn’t i tell your ass about playin with me?

you- sorry baby, i wasn’t thinking nothing of it when i posted it, i just looked cute!

stinka💕- just wait till i get home.

you left jack on seen as you quickly got up and went to shower and get ready for jack.

after about 2 hours you heard jack car pulling up in the driveway.

you threw your phone down on the bed and acted like you were sleeping.

when jack walked through the bedroom door you could tell he wasn’t very happy, especially since he had spammed the doors and would yell at you if you slammed a door.

“girl i know your not sleep, your not even cuddling anything you cant sleep without cuddling something.”

you slowly picked your head up to look at jack while he was taking off his belt.

“jack please, im sorry i wont do it anymore! promise!”

“no fuck that, explain to me what made you think to do that shit huh?”

“i didnt think you would be mad!”

“and you still didnt take that shit down.”

you quickly grabbed your phone ready to take it down.

“no dont take it down now, come here.”

you slowly made your way off the bed walking to jack with your head down.

he used his finger to push your head up.

“what did i tell you ‘bout posting and showing off whats mine huh?”

“i dont even get the big deal! i looked cute and everyone knows who im yours!”

“who you getting smart with?”

you rolled your eyes and jack picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“JACKMANNN!!”

“hush.”

jack walked over back to the bed and put you down.

you started taking off your (his) t-shirt before jack stopped you.

“did i tell you to undress?” “no..”

“you dont fucking listen.”

jack pulled down his zipper and looked at you.

“i shouldn’t even have to tell you this, take off my pants and boxers and suck.”

you did as you were told, you were slow when taking off jacks briefs, jack was growing impatient.

jack grabbed you by your throat and forced you to look at him.

jack had nothing but anger and lust in his eyes.

“y/n, if you dont quit fucking playing with me you wont get to cum at all, act like you got fucking sense before you piss be off.”

you quickly pulled off jacks boxers, his cock slapping against his stomach.

you grabbed it and spit on it using your spit as lube while jack grabbed your hair, making a makeshift ponytail.

you took jack all the way in your mouth.

you slowly sucked him knowing jack didnt like head to rough.

jack decided you weren’t going fast enough and pushed your head further down his dick.

you gagged and almost took jack out of your mouth but you knew better.

jack moaned as you sucked him, using your hand for whatever couldn’t fit into your mouth.

you tried to take jack out of your mouth but he pushed your head back.

“this dick not coming out of your mouth until cum is going down your throat understand?”

you nodded your head yes and went back to work.

“fuck!”

jack twitched into your mouth and came without warning.

you took jack out your mouth and swallowed before trying to get up.

“let me see your tongue.”

you stuck your tongue out at jack.

“good girl, get on the bed, face down ass up.”

you got up and walked over to the bed while jack smacked your ass.

you got into the position you were told, making sure to toot your ass up a little while shaking it lightly.

jack quickly put a harsh smack to your ass leaving the flesh to turn slightly red making you whine.

“i dont want to hear any whining, shut it up.”

you smacked your lips, earning yourself another, harder smack to your ass.

this time jack rubbed the skin while bending down to kiss it.

jack got behind you and rubbed his hand up and down your back, his hands were cold enough to make you shiver.

“you just want everybody to see whats mine huh? you just want to act like your available to every man in Atlanta and Louisville? huh?”

“no jack! i just looked cute!”

jack pulled on your hair roughly, pulling you up.

“first off, thats not my name right now and you know it, second, if you just looked cute why did you wait till i leave? huh?”

you went silent while jack chuckled and let go of your hair, your face falling back onto the black sheets.

“whats my name y/n?”

“jackman thomas ha-“

jack roughly pushed his whole length into you making you let or a gasp.

without warning jack started roughly thrusting into you making you cry out in pleasure.

“daddy!! its to much.” “no its not, take it like a G, you want to be all big and bad? take this shit.”

you shook your head no while jack lightly smacked the side of your face.

“you take this dick and i dont want to hear anything after that, you speak when spoken to, i dont want to hear anything but maybe a whimper, if you talk without bein’ spoken to your getting punished.”

“understand?”

you shook your head yes but that wasn’t enough for jack.

“i spoke to you, answer me.”

you opened your mouth to answer jack but nothing but moans came out.

“aww baby this dick got you cock dumb?”

“please..”

jack popped the side of your thigh, making you jump.

“didn’t i ask you something, this is my last time telling you to answer me y/n”

“yes jack i understand!!”

jack pounded into you harder, pulling your hair back when he realized what you had called him.

“yes who?”

“yes daddy fuck!!”

jack left go of your hair and continued fucking you, slapping your ass every other thrust.

the room filled with the mix of you and jacks moans.

“jack im gonna cum!”

“hold it.”

“i cantt!”

“i wasn’t asking you, i was telling you. hold that shit.”

you did as you were told and while jack pulled out making you whine.

“didnt i tell you no whines?”

“sorry j..”

“missionary get there now.”

you got into the position while jack raised your thighs up before roughly pushing into you, you grabbed at the sheets trying your hardest not to moan out loudly knowing jack hated when you damn near screamed into his ear while fucking you.

“look at my girl, taking this dick.”

jack started thrusting into one again making him grunt out louder then you moaned.

jack fucked you harder and harder until you released all over him making him pop your thigh.

“you lucking i didnt stop yo ass from cumin, you dont get to cum with out telling me or asking permission, you know better.”

“yes sir.”

jack didnt halt his thrusting, in fact he got faster trying to chase his own orgasm.

“daddy cum inside of me please.”

“i was planning on it.”

jack fucked into you harder and ended up cumin into you and collapsing onto your chest.

“fuck jack, we need to clean up.”

jack shook his head and got picking you up as well, he carried you to the bathroom and started running bath water.

you peed and joined jack in the bathtub to let him clean off your body.

you let your body relax onto him as he slowly cleaned you, you body tensed up when he got to your pussy, making sure to clean you off slowly to not agitate the sensitive area.

jack finished you off before cleaning himself off.

he got out before you and rapped a towel around his waste, he pulled the plug and let the water drain before helping you out.

jack put a towel around you and brought you into the bedroom.

“jack can you please put some lotion on me?”

“of course ma, was about to do that anyway.”

jack got the lotion and put it onto your body.

once he was done he pulled his t-shirt over your head and let you lay down while he put on his sweatpants.

by the time jack had gotten comfortable you were sound asleep.

“i love you ma, goodnight.”

jack kissed your temple and cuddled into you before his breathing slowed himself and feel asleep.

[sinsandsuccubus]

For Jackman Thomas Harlow

"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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[slvttyharlow]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 craving his touch : jack harlow.

script. after you and jack decide to keep your relationship a secret to the public, you try your hardest not to get caught but once you start to crave his touch, things start getting messy.

ratings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! | sfw/nsfw, fem! black! actress! reader, fluff, public sex, unprotected sex, p in v + a lil dirty talk. wc. 1.6k.

director's note. i'm so excited to be posting this, first smut on this acc, a bit nervous but i hope you guys love it. will be going back to writing so i can put out more pics for y'all.

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"Girl, are you even listening?"

"Yes," you lied through your teeth. 

The award show you were at was the last thing on your mind; sure you were glad to be nominated for the best actress award and other categories but as much as you loved your friends company, you weren't sitting next to the one person that made you smile.

Jack and you decided it was best for the both of you to sit at separate tables so people didn't suspect that you two were a couple and now you were regretting that idea. 

You were missing his touch, if you were sitting together now, he probably would have had his hand caressing your thigh under the table while whispering sweet things to you. 

But instead he’s four tables away from you as he sat with his friends and they look deep in conversation so he probably wasn't feeling the same way. 

"Clearly, your mind is somewhere else. What's on your mind?" Solana, your best friend asked, snapping you out of your thoughts, slight worry placed on her face. 

"Nothing, just can't wait to reach home and lay in my bed," you spoke, biting your bottom lip nervously not sure if she was going to believe your lie. 

You hated lying to your best friend, one can only think how upset she will be once she finds out what you have been hiding from her. 

A secret relationship meant no one knowing about your relationship with Jack. It was your idea to start one as you didn't want the world in your business; with the shaderoom documenting every part of your life, you wanted to keep the peace of your love life. 

What if you and Jack don’t work out, the world would be in the front row seats, watching your relationship fail and you didn't want that.

Then sometimes the paparazzi and the fans won’t give celebrities a chance to enjoy their life so them not knowing gives the two of you a chance to enjoy your relationship in peace and quiet without anyone input which is another problem with being a celebrity.

Solana eyebrows furrowed together as she didn’t believe it but before she gets to open her mouth to rebuttal, an announcer starts speaking and you let out a relief sigh. 

“And the best actress award goes to…” they begun as they open the envelope. 

Your friends that surrounded you grab your hands, squeezing it tight and you smile heavy as you awaited for the response. 

“[First name, Last name]!” the announcer exclaimed as the audience cheered; your friends screaming in your ear while the shock displayed on your face.

You get up from your chair and make your way to the stage, eyes locking onto Jack's who had the widest smile on his face, making your face heat up. 

You walk up the stairs and hug the two announcers before accepting the award from them. "Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening!" you spoke in the mic, trying to calm your racing heart, taking slow breaths. 

"I'm so grateful to my fans, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you guys," you start as you look into the crowd. "Sometimes I be feeling they gas me up too much," you chuckle as the audience laugh. 

"I wanna thank my family for always believing in me, my wonderful friends that support me and show me so much love..." you continued and your eyes land on Jack's once again, you could see how proud he was in his eyes and smile. 

"I want to thank this special person that entered my life unexpectedly, they match my energy and just wanna say thanks for sticking with me," you exclaimed as you lock eye contact with him as he discreetly blows a kiss to you before you walk behind stage as the award show goes to commercials. 

You decided to head to the bathroom as you needed to collect yourself after that moment, you couldn't believe you actually won. 

You were so nervous being up on stage as you looked out into the audience, everyone staring at you while you made your speech but once you made eye contact with Jack, all the nervousness seem to wash away. 

You kept walking, almost thinking you were lost until all of a sudden, you feel a hand pull you into a room, your senses on high thinking your in danger but as your nose takes a whiff of a familiar cologne, you open your eyes, noticing you were in the bathroom and taking in the sight of your boyfriend standing in front of you, smiling heavy.

“Jack! What the hell?!” You fire out as you punch him in the chest before crossing your arms over your chest. “You frightened the shit outta me!”

“Ouch, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says as he rubbed his chest. “I just wanted to be close to you.” 

“And congratulate you on your win, you deserve it,” Jack praised as a grin spread across your face as you hug him, taking in his cologne. “Thanks baby.” 

You hold onto him for a bit longer until you were finally able to break the hug. “I missed you too by the way, the whole show you were on my mind,” you admit as your eyes lock onto his lips before returning back to his eyes, Jack notices as he leans in and claimed your lips. 

A small moan escapes your mouth as your tongues dangled together, gripping each other tight — the two of you been anticipating a moment like this to get your hands on each other and you didn’t want it end so soon. 

“How about you lock the door and physically congratulate me?,” you smirked, pulling away from the kiss, pulling on his tie seductively. Jack flashes his famous smiles at you before locking the door and you pull up your dress revealing your bare pussy to him. 

“No panties? I think you planned for this exact moment,” Jack comment as he hoisted you up on the counter briefly before unbuckling his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down; immediately lining up his cock with your entrance with how wet you were, he would slide right in with no problem.

"Ahhh... Jack, please hurry..." you whined, a little impatient having to wait hours without his touch, plus you didn't know how long y'all had before someone wanted to use the bathroom. 

Jack nodded his head in response briefly before sliding into your throbbing hole. "Fuck..." he groaned, once he was all the way inside you, starting at a slow pace, gently moving his hips in and out.

Soft moans exit your mouth as you held onto him, he watches how his cock disappears and reappears even more wet than before. His grip on you becomes tighter as he changes the pace he’s going at, plunging in and out of you and you try so hard to hold back the moans that want to escape so it wouldn’t attract attention. 

You run your fingers through his hair before gripping on it softly as continues his torture on your cunt. “Shit…” you cursed under your breath, trying to catch your breath but every thrust knocks it back out of you. 

“You feel s’good babe,” he groaned as he felt your gummy walls tighten around his length, knowing you were close and he wasn’t far behind you. 

The thrill of getting caught excited Jack, he’s been wanting to show you out as his, scream to the rooftop of how he had an amazing girlfriend.

He focuses on making you feel every inch of him, loving the way you gripped on his hair, loving how your core sucked him in, his favorite sound coming out your mouth. 

“Jack… I’m coming…” you cried out as your cunt flutter around his cock as the coil in your stomach snaps. Jack gives you four more strokes before releasing his hot seed deep inside you, groaning as he intertwined his lips with yours as you rode your highs together. 

“Wow,” he spoke as the both of you try to catch your breathes. “Baby, I don’t think I can handle going back to sitting apart from you, how about we go home?” You offered with a smile, hoping he say yes. 

“Hm, can’t keep your hands off me, huh?” he taunt and you shove him playfully. “Oh shut up.”

“Yes we can go home but we got to be careful in not getting caught,” he chuckled as he set you down on your feet and you both fix yourselves as best as you could. 

“Ladies first,” Jack comments while you made sure your appearance was good and you smile, giving him a quick kiss on his lips before walking out the bathroom, giggling a bit of what the two of you had done. 

You walk outside the building onto the red carpet and quickly looked around seeing no one in sight, smiling from ear to ear as you made your way to your car, the driver opening your door for you. “Thank you,” you smiled at him as you get in the backseat.

Jack waited until after your car drove off to step outside, he was so eager to get home that he forgot to fix his hair and tie. He got into his car quickly, manspreading in the seat as he recalled what happened in the bathroom and he couldn’t wait to get home to start a round two. 

The two of you thought you were lucky enough not to get caught leaving the award show early but unknown to you two, there was a photographer outside that did caught a pic of the two of you leaving, thinking that the shaderoom and the rest of the world will want to know this information he came upon.

shaderoom posted two seconds ago: while celebrities were enjoying the award show, Jack Harlow and [Name] [Last name] were seen fleeing the scene, why did they leave so early, why didn’t they go to the after party and what happened to Jack’s appearance?

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[earthtoharlow]

Don’t Like The Lights

Sequel to Flashing Lights series, must read Flashing Lights first to understand

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18. Eastern Parkway

warning: so much fluff and some smut sprinkled in between

Jack was the first one dressed. He had Noah and London dressed and ready to go as well, feeling pretty proud of himself for getting everything in order while Maryse finished up. They had gotten a late start getting ready that morning because they were both up most of the night with Noah, who always seemed to have trouble sleeping some nights. Between rocking him and feeding him, they barely got more than a couple of hours of sleep.

As he held London in his arms, he talked to her in that soft, playful voice he always used with her. “Alright, little princess, we’re all set. You ready to go watch Daddy’s big show? You gotta look out for me, okay?”

London gazed up at him, blinking with her wide eyes, and just as he leaned in to kiss her tiny forehead, she let out a little burp — followed by a stream of spit-up all over his fresh shirt.

“Ah, come on!” he groaned, laughing despite himself. He held her out at arm’s length for a second, looking at the mess on his outfit. “London, you just had to do me like that, huh?”

Maryse walked into the room just in time to see the scene, biting her lip to hold back a laugh. “Oh no, not the outfit!”

Jack shook his head, still grinning as he gently handed London over to Maryse. “Yeah, well, I guess it’s a sign I needed a wardrobe change. She wasn’t feeling it.”

Maryse smirked, bouncing London softly in her arms. “You better go change quick before Noah decides to add to the chaos.”

Jack gave her a mock glare before heading back to the closet. “I was looking forward to wearing that! Alright, round two.” He disappeared into the bedroom, muttering to himself about “kids keeping him humble.”

As Jack disappeared into the bedroom to change, Maryse looked down at London in her arms and whispered with a smirk, “Good job, baby girl. I hated that outfit.”

London blinked up at her, wide-eyed and innocent, as if she had no idea the little victory she’d just handed her mom. Maryse smiled, rocking her gently. “You’ve got good taste already.”

A moment later, Jack came back out, now dressed in an all white outfit. “Alright, round two. This one better pass inspection,” he said, holding his arms out and giving a playful spin.

Maryse raised an eyebrow, pretending to assess his new look. “Much better,” she teased. “London approves this one.”

Jack chuckled, leaning over to kiss Maryse on the cheek before giving London a playful poke. “Traitor. You two are already teaming up on me, huh?”

Maryse laughed softly. “Get used to it.”

She then handed Jack, London so she could grab the diaper bags, and to triple check that they had everything they needed for the long day ahead of them.

Jack scooped up both babies, holding them like footballs under each arm. Maryse watched him in disbelief and burst out laughing. “You’re going to hurt them!” she teased, shaking her head.

Jack grinned back, completely unbothered. “Nah, they love it!” He glanced down at the babies, and sure enough, both Noah and London were smiling wide, letting out little giggles as they bounced gently in his grip.

Maryse couldn’t help but laugh harder. “I swear, only you would think carrying them like that is a good idea.”

“You’re no fun!” Jack said and handed London back to her.

Jack held Noah, who was looking around with curious eyes, and gently rested him against his chest. “Alright, buddy, time to head out,” he said softly, adjusting Noah’s little baseball cap.

Maryse followed with London in her arms, making sure she was comfortable as they headed to the door. As they stepped outside, the car was already waiting to take them to the festival.

“Let’s go, family,” Jack said, flashing a smile as he opened the door for Maryse, who slid in carefully with London. He secured Noah into his car seat, making sure everything was perfect before sitting beside them.

As the car pulled away, he glanced over at Maryse. “You ready for this?” he asked, giving her a playful nudge.

Maryse smiled, a mix of excitement and nerves in her eyes. “As long as I have my three people with me, I’m good.”

Jack leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Always.”

As they settled into the backseat of the car, Maryse leaned back with a soft smile, watching Noah and London. The twins, only a few months old, were lying beside each other, babbling in their little baby language. It was like they were trying to communicate, their tiny hands occasionally reaching out toward one another.

“They’re already best friends,” Jack said quietly from beside her, noticing the same thing.

Maryse nodded, her heart melting. “It’s like they have their own little secret world already.”

As Jack was going to respond his phone buzzed, and he took a quick call, going over some last-minute details. His voice was calm, yet focused, as he sorted out logistics with the event team. When he hung up, he sighed and leaned back in the seat, glancing at Maryse.

She smiled softly at him. “I know this is a lot, but you’ve handled everything so well. I’m really proud of you.”

Jack’s eyes softened as he looked at her. “Thanks, babe. That means a lot.” He glanced at the twins, who were babbling in their car seats, then back at Maryse. “None of this would feel as good without you and them.”

“You’re doing something huge,” she said, squeezing his hand. “I know how much this festival means to you.”

He smiled, that signature smirk she loved. “Yeah, but you three are still my priority. Always.”

Maryse squeezed his hand gently and smiled at him. “Don’t worry too much about us today, okay? Just make sure this day is special for you. You’ve worked so hard for this, and you deserve to enjoy it.”

Jack looked at her, his eyes softening with appreciation. “You sure?”

“Yes. We’ll be fine. Your parents are watching the babies, and I’ll be right here cheering you on. Just focus on making this festival everything you dreamed it would be.”

He nodded, still holding her hand. “Alright, I’ll try.” Then, with a playful grin, he added, “But I’ll still sneak away so we can have a quickie.”

Maryse rolled her eyes, laughing. “You’re impossible.”

***

Day 1 of Gazebo Fest was in full swing, Maryse stood backstage with Clay watching the crowd enjoy the festival. The music was loud, the sun was blazing, and she was feeling both proud and a little overwhelmed by the excitement of the day. She bounced on her heels, and swayed to the music.

Clay turned to her with a teasing grin. “So, where’s the man of the hour? And where’s my niece and nephew? You lose them already?”

Maryse chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m not sure, honestly. He said he was going to check on a few things, but now… who knows where he’s gone off to?”

Clay pulled out his phone, scanning the crowd. Then, he smiled and nudged her. “Actually, I just found him.”

Curious, Maryse followed his gaze. When she looked, she burst into laughter. There, in the distance, was Jack cruising around in a golf cart with London sitting comfortably in his lap, her tiny sunglasses on, looking like she was enjoying the ride. Beside him, Urban sat with Noah, holding him securely, as if they were just casually taking a spin around the festival.

“Oh my god,” Maryse muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. “Of course he’s in a golf cart.”

Clay laughed. “He’s really out here living the dad life, huh?”

Maryse smiled, her heart swelling with love. “Yeah, he really is. And it’s somehow adorable and ridiculous at the same time.”

They watched as Jack drove closer, finally spotting them by the stage. He gave a goofy grin, clearly proud of himself. He pulled the golf cart to a stop and hopped out, carefully handing London over to Maryse.

“Hi baby girl, did daddy and uncle Urban take you on a joyride?”

Urban got out of the cart with Noah in his arms, grinning ear to ear. “Man, this is the life!”

Maryse rolled her eyes. “I swear, you guys are like big kids.”

Jack smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Gotta keep it fun, right?”

“Yeah, well, you’re lucky I didn’t see you before. I would’ve been too worried about them bouncing around,” she teased.

Jack leaned down to London, who was sucking on her tiny fist. “You had fun, didn’t you, little one?”

London let out a small giggle as if on cue, making everyone laugh.

“She’s showing her personality now,” Clay said, smiling at the little family. “Y’all make this parent thing look too easy.”

Maryse smiled softly, leaning into Jack as the sun shone down. “It’s definitely not easy, but we’re figuring it out.” She kissed London’s cheek and glanced up at Jack. “Even if he does like to stress me out”

***

As the festival buzzed around them, Jack’s parents took over watching the babies, giving him and Maryse a rare moment to themselves. He gently pulled her aside, away from the crowd and noise, until they found a quiet corner near the backstage area.

Maryse noticed the serious look on his face and raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair. “So, I just got word that they’re predicting a storm tomorrow. Like, a big one.” He paused, looking at her for a reaction.

Maryse's eyes widened slightly. “A storm? But—”

“Yeah, and I don’t want to cancel the second day of the festival,” he interrupted, clearly torn. “We’ve put so much into this, and I don’t want to let everyone down. But at the same time, I don’t want to risk anything if it’s as bad as they’re saying it could be.”

Maryse nodded slowly, understanding his frustration. “I get it. But you know safety has to come first, right? What are the options?”

Jack rubbed his jaw, clearly frustrated. “They’re saying we could push it back, maybe even delay it a couple of hours to see how things go. But there’s no guarantee the storm will pass by then. It’s just… it sucks. We’ve worked so hard for this.”

She reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “I know. But no one’s going to be upset if you have to delay it for safety reasons. Everyone understands that weather can’t be controlled. You don’t want to risk something bad happening.”

He leaned against the wall, sighing again. “I just hate feeling like I’m letting people down. Especially for something we’ve been planning for so long.”

Maryse stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him. “You’re not letting anyone down. Everyone’s having a great time today, and even if the second day gets pushed back, it’ll be worth the wait. Trust me, people will appreciate you looking out for them.”

Jack exhaled, his shoulders relaxing a little. “I know you’re right… I just hate the idea of it getting messed up, you know?”

“I know,” she said, resting her head on his chest. “But you’re doing amazing. This festival is incredible. You’ve got two beautiful babies, and we’re all safe. That’s what matters most.”

Jack smiled down at her, his mood softening. “You always know what to say, huh?”

Maryse grinned. “That’s my job.”

He kissed the top of her head. “Alright, I’ll talk to the team and see what we can figure out. Maybe it won’t even be as bad as they’re saying.”

“Whatever happens, it’ll be okay,” she said, squeezing his hand. “We’ll make it work.”

With that, Jack seemed to regain some of his usual confidence. “You’re right. I’ll let you know what the plan is as soon as we know for sure.” He paused, looking around for a moment before grinning. “But for now, how about we go check on our little troublemakers?”

Maryse smiled back at him. “Lead the way.”

As the sun began to set and the crowd’s energy buzzed under the warm sky, Jack and Maryse stood backstage, each holding one of their 3-month-old twins, both babies sporting tiny headphones to protect their ears from the loud music. London was in Jack’s arms, her little hands occasionally grabbing at his shirt, while Noah rested contentedly against Maryse's chest, his eyes getting heavy as the music played.

Jack looked out over the sea of people, feeling a surge of pride and accomplishment. This was his dream coming to life, but the worries about the weather tomorrow still hung in the back of his mind.

Sensing his tension, Maryse leaned into him slightly and whispered, “No matter what happens tomorrow, you should be really proud of yourself. Look at all of this, Jack. You made it happen.”

He glanced at her, his expression softening as her words hit him. “You think so?” he asked, a bit of his vulnerability showing beneath his usual calm.

She nodded, giving him a gentle smile. “Absolutely. No one else could’ve pulled this off like you did.”

Jack looked back at the stage, then down at London, who was starting to doze off in his arms. The sight of her tiny frame bundled up, safe and sound, warmed his heart. He glanced over at Noah, snuggled into Maryse, and the feeling only grew stronger. “Yeah… I guess I did,” he murmured, almost to himself, as the sounds of SZA’s voice echoed through the night.

***

Jack sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair, he had just put out a statement canceling the second day. The storm had damaged the site and more rain was expected later that night. Maryse walked over, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s not your fault, Jack,” she said softly. “You did everything you could.”

He let out a long sigh, looking at her. “I know, but it sucks. People came out for this, and now it’s over because of some storm.”

Maryse gave him a small smile, thinking for a moment before an idea sparked. “What if… instead of letting the day go to waste, we invited the artists to do something fun? Like, I don’t know, take them all to the bowling alley or something. It’s indoors, we could still hang out and enjoy the day.”

Jack raised his eyebrows, considering the suggestion. “Bowling?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Something low-key and fun. It doesn’t have to be the festival, but at least you all can unwind together. It’ll show them you care about them having a good time, even if things didn’t go as planned.”

He looked at her, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You know what? That’s not a bad idea.” He stood up, his mood already lifting. “Alright, let’s do it. I’ll start making some calls.”

Maryse grinned, watching him grab his phone, already moving on from his frustration. She knew how much this meant to him, and she was glad to see him bouncing back. “And who knows, maybe you can redeem yourself from the last time we went bowling,” she teased.

Jack shot her a playful look. “Oh, you’re on. Just wait.”

Later that night Jack was able to get a few artists to come to the local bowling alley to make the most of the weekend. He had been pretty down about the second day of the festival getting canceled, but seeing everyone having fun, laughing, and bowling helped lift his mood.

Maryse glanced over at him, noticing his smile growing wider as he watched Omar Apollo celebrate after knocking down a strike. He seemed more at ease, the tension from the past few days finally fading away.

“You feeling better?” she asked softly, nudging him as they sat near the lane, holding their bowling shoes.

He nodded, his eyes still on the group. “Yeah, actually. It sucks we couldn’t go through with the show, but… seeing everyone like this, still vibing, it’s cool. I needed this.”

Maryse smiled, leaning into him. “You did a great job. People are having fun regardless. That’s what matters.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, giving her a squeeze. “Thanks for suggesting this. It was a good call.”

She looked around at the artists, laughing and enjoying themselves, and nodded. “They deserved to have some fun too.”

Maryse stood and grabbed his hands pulling him to his feet. “C’mon, I came here to whoop your ass in bowling not to watch you just sit here!”

Jack laughed. “You’ve never whooped my ass in bowling a day in your life!”

All she could do was roll her eyes “Today might be the day.”

“You’re a dreamer. You dream a lot.”

***

A few days after the festival, Jack’s parents showed up unexpectedly at their house. Jack opened the door, surprised to see them standing there with determined expressions.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jack asked, stepping aside to let them in.

Maggie gave him a knowing smile. “We’re here to give you both a break.”

Maryse, who had been sitting on the couch with Noah in her lap, glanced over. “A break?” she asked, confused but intrigued.

Brian nodded. “Yep. You two need to have a life outside of the babies. We’ve already made plans—we’re watching them for the entire weekend.”

Jack blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, the whole weekend? Are you sure?”

His mom laughed, waving off his concern. “Of course! You two need time for just yourselves. You’ve been incredible parents, but it’s important to enjoy some alone time too.”

Maryse looked over at Jack, who seemed just as surprised as she was. “I don’t know… I mean, Noah still has his nights where he won’t sleep—”

“And London’s just starting to settle into her routine,” Jack added, sounding hesitant.

His mom shook her head, smiling warmly. “We’ve raised kids before, remember? We can handle it. You two need to go out, relax, and enjoy being just the two of you for a bit.”

Maryse felt a wave of nerves hit her. It had been so long since it was just her and Jack without the babies. “Are you sure? I mean, we don’t want to—”

“Yes, we’re sure,” his dad interrupted gently. “Trust us. You need this. You’ve done so much for the twins, and now it’s time to take care of yourselves too.”

Jack finally cracked a smile, glancing over at Maryse. “Maybe they’re right. We could use a little break.”

Maryse hesitated, glancing down at Noah, but then sighed. “Okay… but if anything happens, you’ll call us immediately.”

His mom grinned. “Of course. Now go plan something fun before we change our minds!”

Maryse looked over at Jack who was already pulling out his phone, probably looking up restaurants or something to do. For the first time in what felt like forever, they were about to have a whole weekend just for the two of them.

Jack booked them a hotel downtown, something nice and quiet to get away from everything for the weekend. Before they left, though, they spent what felt like hours saying goodbye to the twins. Both Maryse and Jack gave Noah and London big, long kisses, and they went over everything with his parents one more time.

“Okay, so Noah really likes being rocked, but not too fast,” Maryse explained, glancing at his mom. “And London—if she starts fussing, humming helps her calm down.”

Jack added, “Oh, and Noah hates the green pacifier—only the blue one works. London’s more flexible, but that one is non-negotiable for him.”

His parents smiled patiently, nodding along as if they hadn’t heard the same instructions a few times already. Brian chuckled, “We’ve got it. Go enjoy yourselves, we’ll take good care of them.”

“Are you sure?” Maryse asked, looking over at the twins again, her heart tugging at the thought of leaving them.

His mom laughed and waved them toward the door. “Go! You need this. We’ll call if anything happens.”

Finally, with a gentle push, they were ushered out the door and into the car. As they buckled up and started driving away, Maryse looked over at Jack, who was sitting unusually quiet in the driver seat. His eyes were a little red, and she could see him subtly wiping the corner of his eye.

She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Are you crying?”

He immediately denied it, shaking his head quickly. “Nah, I’m not crying. There’s just… something in my eye.”

Maryse couldn’t help but laugh softly, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “It’s okay if you are. I’m kind of emotional too.”

Jack sighed, finally giving in. “I mean, it’s the first time we’re leaving them. Feels weird, you know?”

She nodded, leaning her head back against the seat. “Yeah, it does. But it’s good for us. They’ll be okay… and so will we.”

Jack glanced over at her with a soft smile, wiping away the last trace of his tears. “You’re right. We’ll survive… barely.”

When they finally arrived at the hotel, they stepped into the room and were greeted by an almost eerie quiet. No baby cries, no sound machine, just silence. For the first time in what felt like forever, they weren’t on high alert for a diaper change or a feeding.

Jack tossed his bag onto the couch and stretched out, taking in the peace. Maryse wandered over to the window, gazing out at the city lights, and let out a long, relaxed sigh.

After a moment, she turned to him, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Is it selfish that I’m kind of loving how quiet it is right now?”

Jack grinned, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “Not at all. I was about to say the same thing. It’s weird… but nice.”

She leaned back against him, closing her eyes. “I didn’t realize how much I missed this. Just… breathing, without having to worry about anything.”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed, resting his chin on her shoulder. “But I give it a couple of hours before we start missing the chaos.”

Maryse laughed softly, knowing he was right. “Probably. But for now… I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

“Me too.” Jack said as he started to walk her backwards towards the bed.

“I love you, M” He whispered, as they were now sitting on the bed. Jack leaned closer to Maryse, with the intention of kissing her. Maryse never let it happen, instead choosing to push his shoulders until he fell back onto the bed.

“Yuck.” Maryse said with a wicked smile, climbing onto his lap and kissing him deeply, his hands running over her body in a way she knew that they wouldn’t be making the dinner reservations. And she was okay with that.

Jack, always liking to be in control, flipped Maryse over on her back and swiftly pulled her skirt along with her underwear down her legs and kicked off his pants.

Maryse spread her legs as wide apart as she could, looking up at Jack. He looked like he was a starving man and she was a hot meal. She would be lying if she didn’t want him to devour her. Jack pushed her back, leaning down between her legs and breathing over her clit, the cool heat hitting her just right.

She gasped loudly, unable to shove his head down there as his hands came up to pin her arms down on the bed, his mouth on her pussy. Maryse moaned loudly, tilting her head back, squeezing her eyes shut tightly.

“You’re so wet for me, baby.”

Maryse was wet as soon as started kissing, she couldn’t deny it. They had a very healthy sex life, but ever since having kids, they don’t have sex as often as they would like to now.

Jack pulled away slightly, moving to kiss her knee before softly biting on the inside of her thighs, going back to breathe her in before moving away to kiss and bite her other leg. Maryse moaned again, raising her hips only to have Jack wrap his hands around her waist and pin her down. She wanted to cry, she needed him.

“Please,” She practically whined, quickly pulling her shirt over her head and unhooking her bra and tossing it aside so she could cup her breasts. “Jack please.”

Jack smirked, pulling away completely and sitting up on his knees. He shook his head as he watched her play with her nipples.

“Why the rush? We have all the time in the world.”

Maryse groaned, loving and hating when he teased her. “Please! I need you now…”

“I love taking my time with you, M.” Jack moved his hands up her body, pushing her hands away so he could pinch her nipples.

Jack then cupped her face, stroking her cheek with his index finger and staring down at her before leaning down to kiss her, their tongues fighting one another.

When Maryse finally felt breathless from all the kissing, Jack finally pulled away. He moved down to tease her breasts and nipples and then eventually made his way down.

Jack kept her on edge, fingering her and nibbling on her clit, alternating the nibbles with flat licks of his tongue & then flicks of the tip, and every time she was about to reach her orgasm he would stop, only to wait until she came back down so he could start the process all over again. Maryse was beginning to think he hated her.

At one point Maryse found herself actually sobbing, her hands clawing at Jack’s arms that were pinning her down, begging for him to please, please let her cum. He just laughed, “I love you.” and pressed a kiss to her clit and carried on as before.

Her thighs were shaking and her body was coated in sweat when Jack finally put her out of her misery and licked at her clit, two fingers stuffed into her pussy and his thumb pressing against her asshole.

Maryse came with a shout, her voice hoarse from all the begging and pleading and Jack sat up between her legs, a wild look on his face and his chin dripping with all of her juices. He let go of her hands and she surged forward, kissing him and tasting herself.

Jack fucked her mouth with his tongue, rubbing their tongues together so she would taste herself and pinching her nipples. He pulled away eventually and stroked himself a few times, watching Maryse.

“Get down.” he mumbled, turning her around and shoving her head down so he could enter her in one swift motion. Her back arched beautifully and he spanked her left cheek before moving to do the same to the right, alternating between grabbing and spanking at her cheeks.

Maryse was moaning loudly, pressing her ass back with each stroke and matching Jack’s movements, her pussy hot and tight and just perfect in this position. Jack gripped the back of her hips tightly, fucking into her. She was sure that she would have bruises in the morning.

“I could be inside you forever.” Jack groaned, burying himself further inside her.

“You’re the love of my life.” Jack found himself repeating sweet nothings as he kept the pace lost in the moment. His hands roamed over Maryse's back, but something tugged at him. He paused for a second, then gently flipped her over so he could see her face. He needed to see her—her beautiful, familiar expression that always left him breathless.

“Open your eyes.”

As their eyes met, a rush of emotions hit him. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed being with her like this, without any distractions or exhaustion. “I missed you,” he murmured softly, as he entered inside her again, his voice low but full of meaning, as if those three words carried all the weight of the past months.

Maryse moaned and smiled up at him, her eyes a little glossy, and reached up to touch his cheek. “I missed you too,” she whispered back, her thumb brushing over his skin.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips, savoring the closeness they’d been craving for so long. Maryse’s legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his shoulders, gripping tight as he gave her slow, deep strokes.

“Oh my god,” Maryse whimpered as they came at the same time and as Jack emptied himself inside her.

Afterward, Jack collapsed on top of her, both of them breathless. He started to move, but Maryse quickly wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

“Stay,” she whispered, her arms tightening around his back. She loved the feeling of his weight on her, grounding her in the moment, no matter how heavy he was. There was something about it that made her feel safe, connected.

Jack smiled against her neck, pressing a kiss to her skin. “I’m crushing you,” he teased softly, but he didn’t make any effort to move, knowing she wanted him to stay right there.

“I don’t care,” she murmured, her voice sleepy and full of contentment. “I like it.”

With a low chuckle, he shifted just enough to get more comfortable but stayed close, holding her until the two of them drifted off to sleep.

They were only asleep for about thirty minutes when Jack stirred, feeling the urge to use the bathroom. He groaned softly, not wanting to move, especially with Maryse still clinging to him. Slowly, he tried to untangle himself from her legs without waking her, but as soon as he moved, she mumbled something and tightened her grip.

“Babe, I gotta go,” he whispered, pushing her curls out her face. Maryse let out a small, sleepy protest before loosening her legs and letting him slip away.

“Hurry back,” she muttered, barely awake.

Jack smiled as he got up, walking to the bathroom. He glanced back at her, curled up in the sheets, and thought about how peaceful she looked. Even though it had only been a short nap, it felt like the best rest he’d had in a while.

When he walked back out the restroom, Maryse was now sitting up in the bed with the sheets tangled around her.

Jack leaned against the doorframe, putting on a mock-serious expression.

“So… when am I gonna see you again?” he teased, pretending like it was a one-night stand.

Maryse raised an eyebrow and smirked, playing along. “I don’t usually do second dates, you know,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you take me out sometime.”

Jack grinned, walking back over to the bed and flopping down beside her. “Well, in that case, I better make it count.” He leaned in, brushing a kiss against her cheek, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him.

“Just don’t be late next time,” she added with a chuckle. “I’ve got high standards.”

He winked, pulling her closer. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Maryse let out a sigh of contentment. She stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts wandering. The silence was peaceful but strange after weeks of constant baby sounds. She shifted a little, looking over at Jack, who was lightly tracing patterns on her arm.

“I’ve been thinking,” she began softly, “about this new chapter of our lives… everything’s changing so fast, and I kinda feel like I want a change too, you know? Like maybe I should do something different… maybe get blonde streaks in my curls or something.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, glancing over at her with a teasing smirk. “Blonde streaks, huh? You know you just got that curl treatment not too long ago ’cause you were freaking out about losing them after the babies were born.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes at him. “I know, I know. But it’s just… I don’t know, I feel like I need to mark this new era somehow. Something fresh.”

He playfully tugged on one of her curls. “Babe, your curls are already perfect. But if blonde streaks are what you want, do it. Just don’t blame me when you miss your natural look in two weeks.”

Maryse smiled, feeling comforted by his support but also amused by his teasing. “You’d miss my wild curls too,” she teased back, poking his chest lightly.

“Absolutely,” he replied, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “But I’m down for whatever makes you feel like yourself. Just don’t go too crazy,” he added with a chuckle.

She sighed contentedly, resting her head on his chest. “I don’t know, maybe I just want something that feels like… me again. After everything—pregnancy, the twins, life moving so fast—sometimes it’s hard to remember what that is.”

Jack watched her closely, sensing there was more behind her words than just hair. He knew her better than that. “You know it’s not the hair, right?” he said, shifting closer to her on the bed. “You don’t need blonde streaks to feel like yourself.”

She frowned slightly, turning her eyes to him. “What do you mean?”

“I think what you’re really missing is the music,” he said, his tone gentle. “That’s where you feel like you. Not in some hair color. You’ve been talking about wanting to get back in the studio, and I think that’s what you need.”

Maryse sighed, her hand falling to her side. She hadn’t admitted it fully to herself, but she knew he was right. Since giving birth, there had been so much focus on the twins that she hadn’t made time for her own creative outlet. She felt a pang of guilt, wondering if it was selfish to even think about it.

“You think I should?” she asked, her voice quieter now.

“I know you should,” Jack reassured her, brushing his fingers across her cheek. “The music’s always been your way of finding yourself again. And it’s been way too long.”

She gave him a small smile, appreciating how well he understood her. “Maybe you’re right… it’s time.”

He grinned. “Of course I’m right. But if you still want to go blonde, I won’t stop you.”

She laughed softly, leaning into his touch. “Ok good because I still want to do it.”

***

The next morning, as they were lounging in bed, enjoying the last few moments of peace before the day started, Maryse reached for her phone. “I’m gonna FaceTime your mom, just to check on the babies,” she said, already dialing.

Jack stretched out beside her, eyes still half-closed. “They’re fine,” he mumbled. “Mom’s got them.”

“I know, but I miss them,” she replied, the call already ringing. A moment later, his mom’s face appeared on the screen, and she gave them a warm smile.

“Good morning! Look who’s up early,” his mom said with a laugh. Then she turned the camera toward the twins, who were lying on a blanket, kicking their little legs.

“Hi, my babies!” Maryse cooed into the phone, her voice softening as she watched Noah and London. “Mommy and Daddy miss you so much.”

Jack leaned in, half-smiling at the screen. “They behaving?”

Maggie nodded. “Oh, they’ve been angels. Just had their bottles and are already playing. But you two, stop worrying about them. Enjoy your time together!”

Maryse smiled but couldn’t help asking, “Noah slept okay? He didn’t wake up too much last night, did he?”

His mom waved off her concern. “He did great. Didn’t wake up until early this morning. You don’t need to worry about a thing.”

Jack chuckled, kissing Maryse on the shoulder. “See? Told you. They’re in good hands.”

Maryse sighed, giving the twins one last look. “Okay, okay. We’ll see you later, then. Love you guys.”

“Love you too,” his mom said before hanging up.

Maryse put the phone down and turned back to Jack, who grinned at her. “Feel better?”

She nodded, smiling softly. “Yeah… but I still miss them.”

They stayed locked up in the hotel room all day only leaving to grab lunch. When they got back to the hotel, Maryse collapsed onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment before rolling over to look at Jack, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through his phone.

“You know,” she began softly, “I was thinking… do you think it’d be okay if we went home early? I miss them already.”

Jack paused, setting his phone aside. He looked at her with a small smile. “I thought you’d never ask,” he said, clearly relieved. “I’ve been missing them too.”

Maryse smiled, feeling her heart warm at his words. She had enjoyed their alone time, but something about being away from their babies felt incomplete. “Let’s go home,” she said quietly.

Jack stood up, grabbing his jacket. “Let’s do it,” he said, his voice lighter now that they’d both admitted what they were feeling.

They packed up their things quickly, eager to be back with their twins. As they headed out of the hotel, Maryse couldn’t help but laugh. “We didn’t even last 24 hours away from them.”

Jack grinned, shrugging. “I’m okay with that.”

Within minutes, they were on their way home, excitement bubbling up in both of them at the thought of seeing their babies again.

When they walked through the door, Maggie raised an eyebrow, her arms crossed with a teasing smile. “What are you two doing back already? Didn’t you have a whole weekend planned?”

Maryse and Jack exchanged sheepish grins, walking straight toward the twins, who were lying on a play mat. “We missed the babies too much,” Maryse admitted, bending down to scoop up London.

Jack chuckled, picking up Noah and immediately showering him with kisses. “Yeah, we didn’t last,” he added, pressing his lips to Noah’s chubby cheeks. “We couldn’t help it.”

His mom laughed, shaking her head. “You two are hopeless. It’s only been a day!”

But Maryse and Jack were too busy covering their babies with kisses, making soft cooing sounds as the twins giggled in response. “Did you miss us?” Maryse whispered to London, her eyes soft as the baby girl gurgled.

Jack gave Noah one last kiss on the forehead before looking over at Maryse. “Next time, we’ll try to last longer,” he joked, glancing at his mom. “Maybe.”

Maggie rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ll be here when you’re ready to try again.”

After a few moments of smothering their babies with affection, Maryse looked over at Jack and smiled. “Let’s swap,” she said softly.

Jack grinned and nodded. “Deal.” He carefully passed Noah to Maryse and reached out to take London from her arms. They cradled their new little ones, and Maryse immediately kissed Noah’s forehead, holding him close. “Hey, big guy. Did you miss me?” she whispered, gently bouncing him as he cooed in response.

Meanwhile, Jack held London with the same care, pressing his lips to her tiny hands. “Your brother got all the attention for a second, but now it’s your turn,” he murmured, smiling down at her. London looked up at him with wide eyes, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, Daddy missed you too.”

They both took turns doting on the twins, alternating between soft kisses and playful chatter, completely wrapped up in the moment. Maggie and Brian stood back with a slight shake of their heads watching with amused smiles as Maryse and Jack showered their grandchildren with love.

Turning to his parents, they smiled gratefully. “Thank you so much for watching them,” Maryse said, her voice full of sincerity. “We really needed that time together… even if we couldn’t last the whole weekend.”

Jack chuckled, still holding London tightly. “Yeah, we tried. But we missed them too much,” he added, looking down at his parents. “Seriously though, we appreciate you stepping in. It was nice to have some quiet, even if it was just for a bit.”

His mom waved them off, smiling knowingly. “We get it. But don’t worry about cutting it short—you two deserved the break.”

His dad chimed in, “And you know we’re always here to help. Anytime you need us.”

Maryse and Jack exchanged a glance, both grateful to have such supportive family around them.

***

an: this was super duper long but I feel like it was needed 🤭 and since this was so long I need everyone to tell me what their favorite part(s) were!! Thx for reading 🥰

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