#Jack harlow reader

[earthtoharlow]

Jack one sentence: “Don’t take your glasses off, baby”

Jack stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his new glasses, he squinted slightly, still not used to the way they framed his face. He hadn’t decided how he felt about them yet, and his fingers itched to take them off.

While lounging on the couch, you looked up from your phone and smiled softly. “Don’t take your glasses off, baby,” you said, your voice light but sincere.

Jack turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “Do they make me look dorky?”

You let out a little laugh and shook your head. “No, they make you look… like you.” Getting up, you walked over and brushed a hand through his hair.

“You look smart, handsome, and—” you paused, biting your lip as you looked up at him through your lashes—“a little dorky. But it’s cute.”

He laughed then, finally relaxing a little. “A little dorky, huh?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Yeah, but that’s part of your charm.”

[neli-yk]

One More Time, Jack Harlow

Y/n stood outside her boyfriend's door, her hand raised to knock on the wood, but her heart was beating so quickly that she could barely do that. 

It had been a while since they had last seen each other in person. They had taken a break for a couple of months. Y/n said it was because she wanted to focus on herself a bit but he knew there was more to it than just that. But knowing Y/n,  he knew better than to question her. So instead, he let her have her space and while she was gone, he took the time to focus more on his career and spend more time with his family.

Swallowing her nerves, she knocks softly on the door. Immediately she heard footsteps from inside the house. 

“Hey,” Jack says while opening the door. “Hi,” she smiles nervously, fiddling with her hands. “Come in,” he smiles and opens the door wider for her. “It’s good to see you,” he bends down slightly, wrapping his arms around her, bringing her into a comforting embrace. “Yeah you too,” she mutters into his chest before pulling back. “So..” She starts, as he chuckles. “It’s been a while, huh?” He rubs his beard tilting his head a bit with a small smirk on his lips. “Yeah, I was hoping we could talk about everything.” She says as he nods and walks to the living room with Y/n following him. 

“Do you want a drink?” He asks politely as she sits down on the couch. “Just water please,” she replies quietly as he nods and goes to the kitchen to pour her a glass of water, with a couple of ice cubes, just the way she likes it. 

“Thank you”, she smiles as he nods and sits opposite her on the brown leather armchair. “Well I'll just get straight into it I guess,” she says with more confidence than before as he nods, silently urging her to speak.

“When we first got together, I was just really confident with myself, and our relationship. But a couple of months before I left, I just-”, she paused for a second trying to word it correctly. “I became really insecure.” She finishes, as he nods, staring at her with nothing but understanding and compassion. “And you’re so joyful and loving, I felt like if I stayed with you any longer I'd just drain you, and I couldn't do that to you.” She spoke, her voice cracking slightly as she looked down at the carpeted floor trying to calm down before continuing. “Take your time, Y/n.” He spoke softly, feeling his heart clench slightly at the sight of her. “I don't know what happened, I thought I had my emotions under control but I let them take control over me and it wasn’t great.” She let out a sad laugh as he smiled a bit and sat down beside her on the couch. He rested his hand on her thigh, providing her little comfort as she spoke. “Selfishly, I didn't want to break up with you. I thought that maybe after a couple of weeks, I’d get better. But obviously, it took much longer than that. I’m really sorry, I'm so sorry I made you wait for me.” She whispered, looking into his eyes as tears fell onto her flushed cheeks. “Y/n,” he sighed, cupping her face and wiping her tears with his thumb. “I don’t mind waiting, I just wish you had told me you felt that way. I know you’ve dealt with things like this alone in the past. But you don’t have to act like everything is okay all the time with me.” He speaks softly, his hand lightly squeezing her thigh. “Hell, you’ve seen me at my worst and you’ve still stuck around, why wouldn't I do the same for you?” He questions with a quiet chuckle. “Jack, you're honestly the best person I've ever been with.  But I’m not nearly as good as the other women you’ve been with.” She hiccups as he shakes his head. “No, my love, trust me. I’ve never had anything as real as this. As real as us. Please don’t ever think that you’re not enough for me. Because, truly, you’ve given me everything and more. You’ve helped me grow into the person I am today and no matter what you've supported me. So please just let me do the same for you.” He practically begs, wrapping his arms around her as she cries into his chest. He puts his hand on the back of her head, lovingly pressing a kiss onto her hair. “Y/n, I love you so much, I’m sorry I couldn't see you struggling.” He whispers, letting out a shaky breath. “Please don't be, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I promise from now on I’ll start asking for help.” She pulled back a bit as he nodded. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “So are we-”. He cuts her off, cupping her cheeks before pressing his lips onto hers. He pulled back with a boyish smile and nodded, as she let out a quiet laugh. “I missed you,” she whispered, pulling him back against her and kissing him more passionately than before. “I love you, Jack.” She says breathlessly as he mumbles the exact words against her lips.

A/n: Hey everyone! I'm not sure who's still stuck around, but I'm giving writing another shot. Hopefully this time around I do better than before! I hope you guys enjoy this piece and the ones to come💕💕

[halfmoondaze]

Jack x reader request

Jack and reader are trying to cool themselves off from this heat wave by making ice cream and spending lots of time taking cold baths at home but nothings working. They start to get grumpy and end up lounging around naked on the couch or kitchen😂🤭

The Heatwave

A blistering heatwave had settled in Louisville with no sign of leaving any time soon. 

And just like that Jack and Y/N found themselves trapped in their shared house, lounging in the living room with Jack wearing nothing more than some swimming trunks and Y/N in a sports bra and bike shorts. 

After their failed attempts at trying to cool themselves down by making ice cream and taking countless baths, they ultimately surrendered as they sat in defeat in the living room sofa.

“I’m so hot” you whined. 

“I know” Jack sighed. 

“I hope you’re regretting not buying the air conditioner when I told you a month ago” 

Jack turned to Y/N who was annoyed just at the thought of it.

“Believe me, I am”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

Jack clenches his jaw starting to get annoyed. 

“What’s up with your attitude?” he turned to her. 

“This is all your fault” she said avoiding his eye gaze crossing her arms. 

“Well I can’t control the weather, ok?” 

Y/N has it and stands up from the couch abruptly. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m taking this off” she said as she removed her sports bra. “I’ve had it with this heat” 

Jack eyes widen a bit at the sight of Y/N topless in front of him. Something about her initiation to do so make him felt some kind of way. 

Y/N felt his stare and glared at him. 

“What? You’re allowed to be shirtless but I can’t?” 

“I’m not complaining” he shrugged. 

“That’s what I thought” she looked away. 

Y/N rolled her eyes. 

After a few minutes, Jack broke the silence. 

“So…….we fuckin or what?”

[itsyagirljaz]

Made by @jackharlowcanada on IG

👇🏽👇🏽FAVORITE OUTFIT BELOW 👇🏽👇🏽

[starboye]

starring: jack harlow x male reader

request: Could write a Jack Harlow one where Jack is being super Romantic and just wants the reader to ride him. You’re the best 💟

warnings: smut, cursing, riding, fluff

"you look so handsome, y'know that" jack sweetly says in a low tone biting his lip as you ride him, one arm rested over the back of the couch while his other hand holds your waist to keep you steady "yeah you already told me that" you lightly chuckle stopping your movements on his length to kiss him, your hands caressing his beard lightly.

"yeah i just wanna let you know again" he says licking his lips after you pull from the kiss and resume riding him sensually, him watching in delight as you rode him with purpose "mhm you like this baby" jack asks moving some hair from your sweaty forehead "yeah so muchhh" you drawled with a moan letting your head fall back but jack brings it back up.

holding your head up with his hand to hold that deep eye contact with you, both your eyes clouded with desire and a hint of lust as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock "you close" you ask "depends, do you want me to be close" jack shoots the question back with a raised eyebrow, your moves become quicker.

"well i want your cum flooding my guts so yes" you purred bringing his hand to your mouth with lots of kisses to his palm before sinking two of his fingers into your mouth, sucking them slowly while still looking at jack with innocent eyes "y-yeah i think i might be close" jack stammers feeling his climax approach from the jump of intimacy.

"good, because i want it so bad" you says taking his hand from your mouth and interlocking his fingers with yours and doing the same to his other hand, pinning them onto the couch and starting to bounce up and down up on him lightly "fuck why do you have to be so hot and shit" jack says trying to avoid your medusa like gaze.

but you lean into to kiss him to bring his gaze back to you, his hands grip into your before he cums in you, he lets out little groans into your mouth as you smile at the feeling of him filling you "so fucking good" jack mutters as you rest your head on his shoulder "was that good" you ask "more than good, it was great" he lets out a soft breath wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head back on the couch.

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[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 💕

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

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.”

[v4mpgutz]

⊹₊ ⋆ CUT & SEWN JUST FOR: anonymous

₊˚꒰🩰꒱‧ LACY BRALETTES : rafe cameron, in ward's office.

⊹˚. ౨ৎ 𝟑𝐃, 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

❝ i wanna see it in motion, in 3d. 'cause you know how i like it girl, 3d. ❞

warnings — nsfw, fem reader, soft-ish rafe, slight exhibitionism, established relationship, degradation, praise, use of the c word, fingering, no actual piv.

1,002 words.

"c'mon baby," rafe caressed your arms gently as he had you backed up against ward's desk. all sorts of things that you and rafe couldn't care less about were sprawled over the hard wood.

"what's the matter, huh?" he teased with a smirk as he leant in to nip at your neck. "you were all over me before."

you frantically looked around ward's office, the windows wide open. the door wasn't even completely shut and rafe was here groping you in his father's office. "rafe!" you whined with panicked eyes, "ward could come back from golfing any minute!"

you watched as your boyfriend just licked his teeth, getting closer to your face.

"that just makes it all the more exciting," he cooed before gently biting down on your bottom lip as he pulled you into a searing kiss.

rafe pressed himself further into you, one hand running down your back before grabbing a fistful of your ass as the other tugged your hair slightly. he picked you up by the thighs and set you on ward's desk, hands moving to cup your face and deepen the kiss.

small moans spilt from your lips as rafe pushed his tongue into your mouth, licking at everywhere he could reached before pulling your body and manhandling you so you were bent over ward's desk.

"rafe—" you gasped as he reached a hand under your skirt, his fingers tracing over your clothed slit, slick with your arousal.

"fuck, sweets." rafe chuckled, his voice raspy from the prolonged kiss. "so wet for me. so eager to get this little pussy full, hm?"

you let out a whimper as rafe slid your panties to the side, his middle and ring finger running through your folds as he gathered your wetness before rubbing circles onto your clit.

"rafe!" you moaned, your whole body shivering at the sensation. it'd been a while since you both did anything other than makeout so you were extra sensitive. every soft or fast movement made you melt in his grip, his middle finger dipping into your entrance every time he made another circle.

rafe hummed and leant down to press a kiss to your shoulderblade, slipping his middle finger into your cunt. you shuddered as he curled his finger upwards, hitting the spongy, most sensitive spot inside of you.

"shit," rafe laughed as he worked his finger teasingly slow. "suckin' me in and i've only got one finger in there."

you couldn't help the way you clenched around him, wiggling your hips and pushing yourself back onto him as he fingered you. you let out a yelp when his free hand came down hard on your ass with a smack, soothing the redness with a rub.

"you stay still for me. let me do the work, huh? gonna be a good girl f'me?" rafe asked, lips close to your ear as he paused his hand movements.

"yes!" you whined and closed your eyes tight, your arms giving out from holding yourself up as he started rubbing on your clit again. rafe nodded in satisfaction before slipping another finger into your entrance, continuing his assault on your clit.

your fingers clawed at the desk as you let out soft moans, mouth shut through the way you chewed your bottom lip as though not to get caught.

the knot in your stomach grew increasingly tighter as rafe worked his fingers, your eyes rolling around at the pleasure.

"nuh-uh," rafe tutted and reached forward with the hand that was rubbing your ass. he grabbed ahold of your jaw and turned your head slightly so you could see his face. he chuckled as he caught sight of your teary eyes and the little bit of drool at the corner of your mouth.

"c'mon, you wanna cum?" rafe asked with a pout in false sympathy, "gotta make some noise or you're not gettin' anything, sweets."

rafe almost moaned at the way you tightened up with his words, you were clearly restraining yourself from pushing back onto him again.

not wanting him to take away your orgasm, you loosened the bite on your lip as let out any noises once again. moans, groans and whimpers all escaping your lips as your legs shook.

"atta girl," rafe grinned with a laugh and sped up his fingers. "such a good little whore for me, huh?"

you gripped the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles turned white, so close to your release. "rafe! mmh, 'm so close! gon— shit! gonna cum!"

your boyfriend didn't slow his relentless pace, starting to press down slightly on your clit as he rubbed. "i bet you were hoping we'd get caught this whole time, right? wanted my pops to see how i claim you? hm?"

you shook your head in denial before your whole body shook and you tried to lift your hips away from rafe as your orgasm hit.

"fuck!" you gasped as your pussy clenched and unclenched on his fingers, your cream coating them.

rafe groaned and kissed your neck softly, slowing his fingers down to help you through your orgasm as you squealed and writhed before him.

"s'too much, rafe!" you whined and he nodded, slipping his fingers out and moving his thumb away from your sensitive clit.

rafe laughed as he gently turned you around, kissing your lips and forehead. he hummed as he blotted your sweaty face with a tissue.

"you okay, baby?" rafe asked, his eyes softer now.

you gave a nod as he pulled you up into his arms, hugging you close to his chest as you stayed seated on the desk.

"good," he smiled softly. "let's get you cleaned up, huh baby?"

"what about you?" you asked him with a frown, feeling slightly guilty as he was obviously still hard.

"don't worry about me, this was all for you. c'mon, let me take care of you, alright?" he cocked a brow and you knew not to question him so you nodded in agreement.

"there's my good girl."

RIVER'S BLURB: i'm a little rusty when it comes to full smut oneshots but this was so fun to write jansndnd, i hope this SOMEWHAT meets expectations. thank you for the request !! <3

[slvttyharlow]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 REUNION

script. after you and jack finally get some time together, y’all make the best out of it.

ratings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact! | nsfw, fem! actress! reader, fluff, fingering ( reader rec ), some smutty flashbacks, p in v, oral ( m rec ), unprotected sex + a lil dirty talk. wc. 1.3k.

director's note. it's been so long since i dropped a fic but i finally got this done, hope y'all like it. i'm going to try to get more fics out!

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To say you were excited was an understatement, Jack was finally coming home after being gone for so long, his tour ended and he was now free to come home and spend time with you.

The timing was perfect, as season one of the show you’re working on just ended and you get the much-needed break you deserved, what’s better than spending it with your man?

“How much longer til you get here?” you spoke into the phone once Jack answered the call. “No hello babe, how you doing… just skip to that huh?” he questioned as he let out a laugh. “Hi babe, how are you doing?” you respond as you roll your eyes. “I’m doing good.”

“I’m almost there about two hours away,” he continued and a huge smile broke out on your face. The two of you stayed on the phone for two minutes before exchanging goodbyes, you went on about your day, cleaning around the house to pass the time.

You hopped in the shower to freshen yourself up, taking out the new lingerie set you brought the other day for this moment, you knew Jack would love you in it.

You are snapped out of your thoughts as you hear a ping sound that comes from your phone. Once you pick it up and view what it says on the screen, you notice Jack sent you a message, immediately on your phone.

Jack: will be there soon, can’t wait to see your fine ass!

You felt your cheeks begin to heat as you started imagining how it would go once he was here, imagining how his hands would travel down your body to grip the swell of your ass as he laid hickeys all over your neck so he could let people know that you were only his to touch.

An idea pops into your mind as you want to get ready for when he would get there, you move aside the comforter, climb into bed, laying on your back as you spread your legs apart.

You wet two fingers with your saliva, using your other hand to move your panties to the side as you start circling your clit gently in circles while you think about the last time you and Jack were together, how he took real care of you.

Having you face down and ass up with the perfect arch he loves as he holds on to your hips while he fucks you into the mattress, nothing but your sweet moans and his groans filling the room. Soft moans spew out your mouth as you reminisce, so deep in thought that you don’t hear the door open.

“My my, look what we have here."

His voice sends shivers through your body, you freeze your movements at the sight of him leaning against the door frame, looking so handsome in his white tee and gray sweatpants.

"Oh don’t mind me, I'm just enjoying the view. this is a nice way to greet me," he adds as he makes his way towards you, capturing your lips with his once he gets close to you, grabbing the hand you had on your pussy gently moving it up to his face; breaking the kiss to lick your juices from your fingers, humming as he does so.

"I'm so happy you are finally here," you say, eyeing the bulge in his sweatpants heavily. "I forgot how good you taste,' he comments. "I can't wait any longer, I need you now."

You watch as he goes over to the window, opening up the nude curtains til he couldn't anymore before walking back to you; taking your hand once again, gently dragging you to your feet and he could see a bit of confusion mark on your face.

"I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it," Jack states, with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, it would also get the guy living next door to back off what was his and his only.

He bends you over, your hands place on the window as he stands back a bit, admiring the swell of your ass. "I love this on you, baby." you smile at his compliment as you feel his fingers pull down your panties, letting it drop to the floor.

As soon as Jack pulls both his sweatpants and boxers off, he’s lining up his tip to your entrance; you grind against his it attempting to try to put it in yourself but he holds you in place. “Hmm, impatient are we?”

“Well of course, it’s been a long while, I need it now, please…” you whine, you hear a chuckle from him briefly before impaling your gummy walls; pushing his cock deep inside you, groans can be heard as his pelvis flushes against your ass.

“So fucking tight…” he groans, gripping your waist tight as he rocks his hips back and forth finding the pace he wants to start off in. You bite your lip, holding in the moan that wants to escape your throat.

“I missed feeling your warm gummy walls,” he begins. “I’m so happy that I’m the only one who gets to feel just how good your pussy is.” Your moans fill the room along with his, enjoying every moment of your reunion.

Your eyes are half closed as you focus on keeping your balance while you synchronize with his rhythm, your ass ricocheting against his pelvis.

“I can feel that you’re close, baby.” He says, as he lays a hard smack on your ass, rubbing and squeezing it afterwards. “I’m cumming…” you whine, releasing your orgasm, your juices drenching the floor and dripping down your leg while you let out a pornographic moan.

Jack watches as you get on your knees becoming eye level with his dick that's aching to get its release.

You swirl your tongue around his pinkish tip as you give his shaft a few pumps before parting your lips to take him into your mouth. Your saliva makes it easy enough for you to slide his whole length down your throat. You look up at him and see his brows knitted together as he lets out small moans making your cunt clench around nothing. 

You begin to move your head up and down his shaft, sucking in your cheeks to cause more friction against his throbbing cock.

Jack lets out a groan as he looks down at you, thinking of how pretty you looked as you continuously bobbled your head like a toy as you took his erect pulsating cock down your throat, occasionally the tip brushing past your gag reflex. 

Jack misses the feeling of your mouth on his cock, your mouth was like magic as you work your way up from his base to his tip, fondling his balls and all he can feel is pleasure as he let out groans while watching you.

“Keep going just like that...” he moans out, not taking his eyes off of you as you look up at him with tear-filled eyes as you hold your position, continuing bobbing your head up and down as drool makes its way down your chin.

You moan onto his member, you know how much he loves it when you do that. You feel his cock twitch inside your mouth, a common tell that he was about to come. You look up to see his eyes become half-lidded and you continue your relentless pace, massaging his balls once more.

Jack places his hand behind your head as he pushes you down more on his cock as a couple of praises leave his mouth as he feels the coil snap in his stomach as his thick white cum spurts in your mouth, hitting the back of your mouth.

You wait til he empties his whole load into your mouth before releasing his cock with a pop, lines of saliva dripping onto his cock.

Swallowing every last drop and sticking out your tongue to show him that you did. Jack looks down at you with admiration in his eyes. He wraps his hand around your throat gently, bringing you to your feet. “You’re amazing.” He praises before connecting his lips to yours, the kiss was sloppy and tender, both of you still yearning for more.

"Ready for round two?"

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[fa1ry03]

could you do a joe fic where the reader is a ballerina?? i’m one myself so i just thought it’d be cute :,)

Dancing Into Love

Author's Note: Thank you so much for requesting this piece! I absolutely loved writing it, especially since I used to do ballet myself and even danced on pointe for a while. Your idea brought back so many wonderful memories, and it was a joy to weave that experience into the story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it! 😊

Word Count - 729

Joe wasn’t one to frequent theaters, much less ballet performances, but his best friend had practically dragged him along, insisting he needed a "cultural experience." Sitting stiffly in the velvet seat, he’d expected to be bored out of his mind. That was until you stepped onto the stage.

From the moment you appeared, Joe couldn’t look away. Your movements were captivating, each twirl and leap filled with such precision and emotion that he found himself leaning forward in his seat. You seemed untouchable, almost otherworldly, and Joe couldn’t help but wonder who you were beyond the shimmering costume and pointed shoes.

After the performance, his friend convinced him to stick around for the meet-and-greet with the performers. Joe stood awkwardly at the back of the line, clutching the program he’d been handed at the door. When it was finally his turn, he felt a jolt of nervous energy as you looked up at him, your stage makeup still intact but softened under the lobby lights.

"Hi," you greeted warmly, your smile as graceful as your performance.

"Hi," he replied, suddenly forgetting every word in the English language. He handed you the program for an autograph, but before you could sign, he blurted, "You were incredible out there."

You looked up, a hint of surprise in your eyes. "Thank you. That means a lot."

And just like that, Joe’s fumbling attempts at conversation turned into a fifteen-minute chat about your passion for dance and his awkward but earnest appreciation for the arts. By the end, he’d mustered the courage to ask if you’d like to grab coffee sometime. To his astonishment, you said yes.

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Dating a ballerina turned out to be a unique experience, one that Joe cherished more than he ever thought he would. Your schedules were hectic—his with work and yours with rehearsals and performances—but you both made it work.

Joe quickly became your biggest supporter, attending every performance he could and cheering the loudest at the curtain call. He even started to learn the names of different ballet positions and techniques, surprising you one day when he correctly identified an arabesque.

"Someone’s been doing their homework," you teased, stretching your legs after a particularly grueling rehearsal.

"What can I say? I’m dating a pro," he said, handing you a water bottle with a grin.

Joe also loved watching you practice, though he was careful not to distract you. He’d sit quietly in the corner of the studio, mesmerized by the way you moved, as if your body spoke a language all its own. Occasionally, he’d offer his unique brand of encouragement.

"You’re amazing, babe, but maybe add a little... Joe flair to it," he’d joke, waving his arms in an exaggerated imitation of your elegant movements.

"Joe flair, huh?" you’d reply with a laugh, pulling him onto the studio floor to teach him a basic plié.

"This is harder than it looks!" he’d protest, wobbling as he tried to hold the position.

"Welcome to my world," you’d say, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder.

Joe was also incredibly supportive during the tougher moments. On nights when you came home exhausted and doubting yourself, he’d sit beside you, rubbing your feet and reminding you just how talented you were.

"You’re not just good; you’re breathtaking," he’d say, his voice full of sincerity. "Don’t let one bad day make you forget that."

His encouragement always lifted your spirits, and you often told him how much you appreciated having someone who believed in you so completely.

One evening, after a particularly stunning performance, Joe surprised you with a bouquet of flowers and a small, wrapped box. As you opened it, your eyes widened to see a delicate necklace shaped like a pair of ballet slippers.

"For my favorite ballerina," he said, his cheeks turning pink.

You threw your arms around him, whispering a soft, "Thank you, Joe. I love it."

Joe’s life with you might not have been what he’d imagined, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Being with you taught him to appreciate the beauty of dedication, the art of storytelling through movement, and the joy of sharing his life with someone so passionate and full of grace.

And as he watched you twirl across the stage night after night, Joe knew he was the luckiest guy in the world to call you his.

Thank You so much for this request! <3 Send in more please!

[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.”

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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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[velvetstreets]

Something where Jack and the reader have a great sex life but the reader isn’t nearly as experienced as him and gets insecure sometimes and Jack reassures her - doesn’t have to be exact but something along those lines pretty please :))

None of the people in my writings portray the actual people I write about! It’s all a work of fiction, I have no idea how they are/act irl.

Warnings: fluff, smut, fingering (f!recieving) penetrative sex (f!receiving), swearing,

“Hey. Please don’t do that. Cmon’, talk to me baby..” Jack dipped his head down to meet your eyes, having tucked your chin into your neck, embarrassed.

You huffed, throwing your self back into the bed, throwing your hands over your face as you groaned.

Jack gently curled his hands around your wrists, pulling your hands from your face so he could look at you.

“Y’gonna tell me what’s wrong? Or am I gonna have to get it out of you another way…” he trailed off, a smirk forming on his face.

“Jack… don’t-“ you warned him, but it was too late.

Jack’s fingers dug into your skin, tickling you everywhere as you gasped and erupted in giant laughs and giggles.

“Jack!”

“Y/N!” He copied you with a sly grin.

“Fuck off!” You giggled loudly, squirming in his grip.

“Tell me what’s wrong!” He countered, smiling as he continued his tickle attack on you.

“Fine, FINE!” You gasped for air as he let up.

He laid in between your legs, chin on your tummy as you regained your breath.

“I just- hnnnnggg,” you groaned as your threw your arms over your face.

Jack waited patiently, giving a reassuring rub and peck against your tummy.

“I just feel so… inexperienced compared to you. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I just- I- I want it to be good for you too. I just- yeah, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing and I feel dumb.” You huffed your confession, arms still over your face.

“Y/N,” Jack shuffled up and removed your arms from your face, his hands cupping your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.

“Every moment with you is good for me, it's fucking great for me. Yeah our experiences aren’t the same, but they aren’t supposed to be. Nobody’s is,” he said caressing your cheek.

“And none of that shit matters anyways. Doesn’t matter if you’ve slept with 50 people or 5 or none at all. Just because I may have technically been with more people-“ he said raising his hands to do air quotes. “Doesn’t mean that this isn’t new to me too. I mean fuck-, d’you have any idea the effect you have on me?” He questioned, leaning to plant kisses along your jaw.

“M’always afraid I’m gonna bust too quick every time you let out one of those sweet little sighs,” he mouthed at your neck.

“Or that m’not doing enough to get you there, that I’m not gonna be able to make you feel as fuckin’ deliciously insane as you make me feel when you tighten around me-“ he groaned, grinding his hips into yours; a thumb reaching down to erotically swipe at your nipple.

You let out a pleasant sigh which turned into a whine, your hand threading through his hair to tug on, resulting in a deep groan from Jack.

“Fuck baby,” Jack’s mouth found yours, desperate to feel your soft lips against his, to meld together and never separate. God he could kiss you for hours upon hours. The way he melted into you was euphoria, why would he ever wanna be anywhere else, with anyone else?

Jack's hands were practically shaking, he was electrified by your soft gasps and touch, he couldn't wait to show you what you meant to him.

"Y'make me feel jittery, like I'm on a sugar high," he groaned, kissing your neck, and down to your chest. "And I wake up every day, and can't believe you're mine. I get to kiss you and hug you," he explained.

"And fuck you-" he mouthed at your lips as he rolled his hips against yours. You let out a moan, your hips reacting on their own accord, wanting to meet his delicious bulge again.

"Please..." you whispered.

"Hm? Please what, baby?" Jack teased; you felt his grin press into the crevice of your neck.

"Please, take care of me Jack. Want it... want you, bad." You struggled to form a cohesive sentence, his roaming hands and mouth and the roll of his hips into yours were driving you crazy.

"Yeah? My pretty girl's gonna let me take care of her? Let me fuck her how she deserves? Gonna let me make you cum?" He taunted you.

"Yes, yes, please Jack-" You nodded furiously, grasping at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel him.

"Okay, princess, I got you." Jack promised, kissing your soft lips.

His big hands swept under your shirt, slowly pushing it up your body, littering kisses all over your tummy and up your chest, before taking it off. Jack let out a groan of approval, kissing you again to calm his heart rate down a bit.

"Mmh-, Jack..." your brows slightly furrowed together, tugging at his shirt. Jack couldn't help but chuckle before tearing his own shirt off.

Your hands immediately went to his torso, palms sliding up from his tummy to his chest, exactly as he had done to you. You wet your lips, ogling his porcelain skin, his chest smattered with hair and freckles.

The two of you sat like that for a few seconds, just admiring eachother, nothing but soft pants of neediness filling the room

Jack leant down and pressed a few kisses to your lips and one to your nose - making you giggle, before he continued his plan of action. You lifted your hips so he could slip your shorts off easily, to which he pressed kisses to your pooch, and one to your clothed mound. Jack stood up momentarily, pulling his sweats off before climbing back over you.

He grinned, dimples digging into his cheeks as his eyes roamed over you. "So pretty..." he exhaled, his thumb rubbing over the skin right under your bra.

You weren't wearing anything special, just a simple black bra, with mismatched purple panties. But it didn't matter. None of those details that would've plagued your mind - whether it be your inexperience with sex, your mismatched underwear, if you shaved or not, stretch marks, the way your breasts looked, - none of them mattered. Jack loved them all, he looked at you like you were the sun.

"So fuckin' pretty, angel..." he spoke as if he was in a trance. "So good," he said as he settled in-between your legs, his nose tracing against yours. Jack slipped his hands behind your back, unclasping your bra and throwing it to the side, his grin digging deeper into his face as he was met with your breasts. He happily leant down to give them his undivided attention, kissing, licking, sucking. One thing about Jack, he loved toying with your nipples and clit, wanting to see and feel them grow hard against his touch. "So soft, all mine..." He groaned as they grew hard, causing his dick to do the same, and continued to mouth at your breasts. He left a few hickies against your chest in his wake, before moving on.

"So smart, so funny, so wet-" he said as he slipped two fingers under your panties and ran them through your folds, wetting them with your slick. Jack pulled his fingers back, now pressing the pads of his fingers against your swollen clit.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, your back arching, chest pressing against his.

"I know baby, I know. Feels good, huh?" He panted.

"Y-Yeah- so good," you sighed.

"Yeah? And how 'bout now?" He asked before working his fingers into your wet swollen pussy.

"Oh, god-" you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as he began to pump into you. Jack kept his thumb on your clit, pressing hard against the little nub every time he thrusted into you.

"Fuck, Jack- I'm gonna-" you gasped as the pads of his fingers tapped against that spot in you, your pussy contracting around him.

"C'mon baby, you got it, take what you need mamas-" Jack encouraged you, unable to keep his hips from writhing against the mattress as he watched you tip over the edge of your orgasm.

Your insecurities and worries melted away as you let the euphoric pleasure wash over you. Jack slowed his thrusts, until stopping them completely as he witnessed you sink into the mattress. He gave you a moment to calm down, before he pulled his fingers out and started to place kisses all over your face.

You shivered, grinning as you pressed your face into his neck, wanting to be as close as possible.

"Y'alright?" He asked, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you so you now laid on top of him, and he laid on his back.

"Mhm, the best." You nodded as he held you. And although he gave you a phenomenal orgasm, you couldn't help but want more; and you knew he did too by the hard outline of his dick through his black briefs, but you knew he wouldn't do anything until you initiated it. So you did.

You angled his face towards yours, bringing him in for a hungry kiss, making him sharply inhale.

"Need more." You whined against his mouth.

"Yeah? My baby needs more?" Jack grinned.

You nodded before you slid your panties off, and tugged his briefs after he nodded at you.

His dick was always a sight to see. Big but not intimidating, and girthy. You couldn't help but drool a bit as you watched his sticky cock blurted out a few drops of pre-cum.

You licked at his head, earning a hiss from Jack, and you smiled; loving the reassuring feeling that he loved this as much as you did. You wrapped a hand around him, jerking his cock a few times, making Jack grunt, eyes shut and brows furrowed as you lapped at him a few times.

"B-Baby, please- not gonna last if you keep, fuck-" he groaned as you swirled your tongue around his head.

"Sorry-" you giggled before moving up to straddle his hips.

"Don't be. Just wanna cum when I'm in you." he said panting as his hands rested on your hips.

"Well, you technically were," you grinned at him cockily.

"You know what I mea- oh fuck," he moaned as you sank down onto him.

You started to grind your hips against his, working him into you more until he reached the hilt. Your arousal seeped through you, drenching his cock with you, creating a nice sticky mess against his trimmed pubes, matting them together. Your clit rubbed against his pelvic bone, making you throw your head back as your palms found home on his broad chest.

"Wait, wait-" you heard him say, his hands stilling your hips.

He pulled out momentarily, and flipped the two of you over, so you were on your back.

"M'supposed to be taking care of you, remember?" He smirked, planting a kiss to your lips.

Jack sat back on his haunches, dick in his hand as his jerked his cock a few times, leaning over and tapping the head at your clit and sliding the length of his cock through your folds, but not fully putting it in yet.

"She wants me real bad, huh?" Jack teased, loving how he'd almost slip into you, and then pull out and keep pressing against your slick folds.

You let out a frustrated whine, and Jack chuckled. He finally slipped the head past your entrance, slowly thrusting into your sopping pussy.

"Fuck, fuck, so warm and tight- fuckin' hell," he exhaled, nuzzling his face into your neck as he held himself up by his forearms.

Jack started to snap his hips a little faster as he felt you relax, his tip kissing your core, making you cry out as you held him closer to you.

"Jack, oh my fucking god!" You whined, threading one of your hands into his curly locks, tugging on them every time he thrusted.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you gasped, hips trying to meet his as he fucked you.

"Good girl- good fuckin' girl, taking this dick so well," Jack muttered in your ear, mouthing at your jaw as a thumb snuck inbetween the two of you to rub at your clit.

"shitshitshit, keep doing that, fuck-" you cried out. All your senses were on ten; you felt him everywhere, it made you dizzy in the best way. You felt your wetness becoming messy, dripping down between your cheeks, as it made Jack's glide smoother.

Neither of you had the ability to form a cohesive sentence anymore, only communicating through grunts, whines and moans.

You were close, the tight rope in your tummy reaching the last of its elasticity, about to snap at any moment. Jack felt it too, the way your walls hugged him only made his balls tighter, and he felt how full they were as they slapped against your ass.

"Shit puppy, not gonna last much longer-" Jack uttered into your neck.

"Cum in me, Jack, I need it," you panted.

You felt him nod in your neck, snapping his hips faster and harder, both of you just kissing the peak of your orgasms. You came first, walls squeezing his thick cock in pulses, raking your nails down his back as you moaned.

The tightness of your pussy and the sound of you cumming drove Jack to his release. His hips stuttered as he gave three sharp final thrusts, emptying his release in you with loud breathy grunts.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the gentle floaty feeling of your orgasms, and feeling his cum spill from you, down your ass and over your thighs. You squeezed your thighs around him once more, reveling in the feeling.

Instinctively, you raked your nails against his sweaty scalp, making his shiver and nuzzle closer against you as he let out a "mmmm".

Jack finally brought his face out from your neck, eyes hooded and dreamy, completely in love with you.

He smiled, messily kissing you, not wanting to move from the warm cocoon you two had made.

He was about to pull out, but you locked your legs around him tighter.

"No. Not yet. Stay like this, please?" you pleaded, not wanting him to be apart from you.

"Of course, whatever you want, smush." He kissed you once more, settling his head on your chest, his arms smoothing up your back, laying his full weight on you as he let out a deep satisfied sigh.

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[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”

[kpoptarotastrology009]

Unpopular fame indicators in natal chart

1- Venus in the 9th house : I always see Venus in the 9th house in a lot of celebrities charts and I always ask myself why people don't consider it as a fame indicator ? For example: Maryline Monroe with Aries Venus in the 9th house/ Jeon Jungkook  with Libra Venus in the 9th house/ Jennifer Lopez with Gemini Venus in the 9th house/ Eminem and Kim Kardashian with Virgo Venus in the 9th house /Christina Aguilera and  Billie eilish with Sagittarius Venus in the 9th house/ Megan Thee Stallion with Capricorn Venus in the 9th house... And others but those are what people know worldwide

2- Virgo moon : is it just me that I always find people with Virgo moon have an  attractive AURA ???  They are sooo magnetic their aura just pulls you in even without them trying like HOW ??? You may heard that Leo moon is better than a Virgo moon/ people with Virgo moon are boring ect... But I always notice that people are always attracted to a person that has a Virgo moon more than a person with Leo moon , all the people with Virgo moon have that attractive aura that everyone wish they have. exp :Madonna ( Queen)/ Nicki Minaj ( if you love Nicki or not you can't lie about the aura that she has buddy) /Zayn Malik ( do I have to even talk about the aura that Zayn has ?!!!!?? 🥹)/ duke Dennis ( which is known for his aura , they always asking how I get the duke Dennis aura 😭 ) / jeon Jungkook  and min yoongi aka suga from BTS you can't lie about those two's auras broo ( I saw them on stage together in yoongi's concert and that was FIRE 🔥) /Bella Hadid ( her aura OMG 😳) /Gordon Ramsay ( gordan always has that aura about him that everyone will notice) /Doja Cat ( do I need to say something? I guess we all know doja's Aura ?) /Dolly Parton ( I love dolly so much 😭) / jack harlow ( jack is not even playing with his aura man 😭)

3- Saturn conjunct the ASC/ MC : those people are Born leaders and They are meant for success ONLY if they work for it . If you have this aspect and you want success you need to work hard for it because if you did before your saturn return work hard on yourself (ASC) or on your career ( MC ) saturn return will come with a lot of rewards for you

4 - Uranus in the 5th House: This placement can suggest unique, creative talents that garner attention. Innovations or unconventional approaches in creative endeavors can lead to fame.

5-quintiles and bi-quintiles to the Midheaven (MC) : These minor aspects, often overlooked in traditional astrology, carry significant weight when it comes to unique talents and creative expression.A quintile, which is an aspect of 72 degrees, and a bi-quintile, at 144 degrees, are linked to the number 5. This number represents creativity, harmony, and the ability to bring artistic visions into reality. When these aspects involve the Midheaven, the point in your chart associated with career, public life, and reputation, it suggests a special blend of talents that can shine in the professional sphere.Imagine someone with a quintile between Venus and the MC. Venus, the planet of beauty, art, and harmony, infuses their career path with an inherent knack for aesthetics and diplomacy. This person might excel in careers related to design, fashion, or any field that requires a refined artistic sense. They might find that their natural creativity helps them stand out and gain recognition.Now, consider a bi-quintile involving Mercury and the MC. Mercury governs communication, intellect, and versatility. This aspect suggests a unique ability to convey ideas and information in innovative ways. Such a person might be a brilliant writer, speaker, or educator, using their exceptional communication skills to captivate and influence their audience. Their career success comes from their innovative approach to sharing knowledge.These aspects indicate not just talent, but a rare and often effortless ability to use those talents in ways that are highly valued in their profession. The creativity and originality they bring can lead to groundbreaking work that garners public acclaim. It's like having a secret superpower that propels you to the forefront of your career, often through avenues that others might not even consider.So, if you find quintiles or bi-quintiles to your MC in your chart, pay close attention. These aspects could be the key to unlocking your unique potential and achieving the kind of career success that feels not only fulfilling but also genuinely expressive of your inner gifts

6- Erigone (163) in the 10th House : Erigone , a minor asteroid, is associated with themes of dedication, sacrifice, and a deep sense of duty. When Erigone finds itself in the 10th House, which governs career, public life, and reputation, it brings a unique flavor to one’s path to success.Picture someone with Erigone in the 10th House. This person is likely to approach their career with an unwavering sense of responsibility and commitment. They might find themselves driven by a profound inner calling to serve or contribute to a cause greater than themselves. Unlike more traditional markers of success, Erigone’s influence suggests that this individual’s achievements are often the result of consistent hard work and perseverance, rather than quick or easy wins.For example, consider a person working in a demanding profession like healthcare, social work, or education. With Erigone in the 10th House, their career journey is marked by a willingness to endure hardships and make personal sacrifices for the benefit of others. This could mean long hours, emotional labor, or going above and beyond the call of duty. Their sense of fulfillment and recognition comes not just from external rewards, but from knowing they have made a meaningful impact.Erigone here also indicates that this person might face significant challenges or periods of hardship in their professional life. However, these trials are met with resilience and an unwavering dedication to their goals. It’s through overcoming these obstacles that they build a reputation for reliability and strength, earning the respect and admiration of their peers and superiors.Imagine an individual in the corporate world with this placement. Their career might involve taking on tough projects, navigating complex organizational dynamics, or making difficult decisions that require personal sacrifice. Yet, it’s precisely these qualities that set them apart as a leader who can be trusted to handle crises with grace and resolve.In essence, Erigone in the 10th House bestows a kind of quiet heroism. Success achieved under this influence isn’t about the loud applause or flashy accolades, but rather the deep, enduring respect earned through steadfast dedication and a willingness to make sacrifices for the greater good. If you have Erigone in your 10th House, know that your path to success is likely paved with moments of quiet strength and profound contributions that leave a lasting legacy.

7-Ceres in the 10th House : this aspect signifies a career path focused on nurturing and caregiving. This placement suggests that professions involving support and care for others—such as healthcare, education, or social services—are likely avenues for achieving public recognition and success.For example, someone with this placement might be a dedicated nurse, gaining respect for their compassionate care, or a teacher known for fostering a supportive learning environment. Their professional achievements often come from their genuine desire to help others, making a lasting positive impact.generally if you have Ceres in the 10th House, your career success is closely linked to your ability to nurture and support those around you. Public recognition often follows your heartfelt contributions and dedication to the well-being of others.

[starboye]

pairing: jack harlow x male reader

request: Hey! I love your writing. It’s always sooo good ;) Do you think you could write a bottom male reader x Jack Harlow smut?? I don’t have a plot in mind, but either fluffy or just something steamy ☺️ thank you!!!

~ Voyager 🌙

warnings: smut, soft sex, cursing

"you just couldn't wait till we got home huh" jack mummers running his hand along your back as you messily kiss him "it's your fault" you say breathlessly rutting your hips against his hungrily "how is it my fault" jack laughs "you just had to look so good while preforming" you say going back to kissing him "hungry lil slut" jack whispers in your ear.

"then feed me your cum" you whisper back, and in just that instance jack is ripping off your pants and underwear to get to your hole, prodding at it in an inquiring way, wondering how it's so loose for him "you got ready for me" jack questions kissing down your neck "maybe" you smirk "well I can't wait to fuck this nice loose hole" jack says muffled by moving his kisses down to your chest, nipping at the skin and leaving hickeys.

jack pulls his dick out of his pants, finally freeing his hard on after being on stage for hours preforming while the only thought that bounced around in his mind was getting to fuck you after, his sweat dripping across his body, glistening in the slightly bright lights from the dress room, but back to the sight in front of him, you felt the heat from his dick and rolled you ass back on nothing, wanting to feel anything inside of you.

"hold on a minute baby" jack warns "I want it" you whine resting your head against his broad shoulder "you sure you could take it" jack asks "yes I'm sure just please fuck me" you whimper lifting your ass up to lower it onto his girthy dick making you moan out his name "you always sound so pretty when you ride me" jack says, you wrap your arms around his neck and weakly and sloppily make out with him to shut him up so he can focus on fucking you better.

jack wraps his hands around your waist and fucks you on his cock tiredly, you'd say something but you're to cock hungry to interrupt him, wanting to just feel him slide in and out of you "I love you" you hic out against his lips "I love you so so much" jack replies running his ands down to your thighs, gripping them tightly to hold more control of you, plaps fill the room as well as moans falling from your mouth as jacks dick hits the good spot in you.

"please..." you huff breathless "c'mon baby use those words" jack coos "I want your cum, please cum in me jack" you arch you back to let jack get deeper in you "I'll give you what you need" jack says lifting you up and dropping you down more roughly on his dick as you both groan and moan out, silencing them with kisses but some still fall out of your mouth, after a few more thrusts you feel jack cum in you, flooding your stomach with load after load as he bites down on his teeth and moans out.

you didn't even care that you didn't get to cu because all you needed to be satisfied was a load from jack "I wish I could do this everyday" jack says "we could" you reply tracing circles on jacks thigh "well we could do it again now" jack offers "nope I'm to tired" you chuckle "then just rest, I got you" jack coos.

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[https-harlow]

By My Side

Summary: Despite his team's wishes, Jack has no desire to portray being single to his audience early on in his career. He wants you and your future daughter to be by his side through every step. You come in to meet his team, and bond with Neelam.

Jack signed his record deal when you were five months pregnant, and they didn’t know about you for the first month. Not because Jack was trying to hide you, but because when he met DJ Drama for the first time, you weren’t there, and at some point, Jack just assumed they knew about you. He didn’t keep you hidden, he had posted you several times on his Instagram and assumed someone looked up his Instagram at least once and knew about you and the baby, but somehow, they didn’t.

Jack had been at the studio for a couple of hours with Neelam, Chris, and DJ Drama, he had Urban stay with you. Jack was always nervous about leaving you even though you were now seven months pregnant and still had two months left, Jack was extremely anxious throughout your whole pregnancy, even more nervous than you had been. Even though he tried to hide it, one of the ways he did show it was not wanting you to be alone. 

All four of them were discussing his schedule over the next month, Jack was about to leave for the day when you called him, Jack apologized before he answered the phone.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, are you on your way home?” You asked.

“Not yet, I’m almost done. Why? Did you go into labor? Do I need to come home now?” Jack asked, panicking, even though you just said everything was fine.

“I’m so sorry, I thought you were on your way home. No, I’m not in labor, I’m fine. I was just wondering if you could pick me up food on the way home, I asked Urban, but he said you’d be pissed if he left me alone and I don’t want to go.” You said and Jack laughed.

“Yeah, he’s right, I would be, but yes, I’ll bring food home, text me what you want okay?”

“Okay, take your time. I love you.” You told Jack.

“I love you too, I’ll be home soon,” Jack said before hanging up. “Sorry about that.” Jack apologized again. “What were you saying?”

“Last thing, then you can leave, promise.” Neelam smiled softly at Jack; she could tell that after your phone call, he was eager to leave. “There was a club that asked if you could do a show in April if you’re interested,” Neelam told Jack and Jack sighed softly.

“I’d love to, but I can’t do anything in April or May. I know it’s not exactly ideal, but I’m going to need some time off around then.” Jack said.

“Like how much time?” Drama asked.

“I’m not sure. My girlfriend’s due date is in April, not until the 19th, but I don’t want to schedule anything to close just in case. I can still come to the studio, but I don’t want to be too far away or playing a show if she needs me. Or have to cancel anything so soon.” Jack explained.

“Oh, you’re having a baby?” Drama asked and Jack nodded.

“Yeah, with my girlfriend, Y/N. I’d love for her to come in with me one day so everyone can meet her, but it just hasn’t worked out yet.”

“Okay, you’re good for the day, you’re going to be here tomorrow right?” Drama asked and Jack nodded. 

“Yeah, I’ll be here at the same time tomorrow, have a good night,” Jack said goodbye to everyone before Neelam walked him out.

“I can’t wait to meet your girlfriend, and I’m happy for you, I can tell you’re excited,” Neelam told Jack and he smiled.

“Yeah, I’m really excited to be a dad, I’m nervous but excited.”

“Let me know if either of you need anything, I know I’m just a part of your team, but I also know that you’re in Atlanta without your parents, and that’s probably terrifying for both of you,” Neelam told Jack before he thanked her and they went their separate ways for the day.

The next day, you tried to go to the studio with Jack, but due to your rough pregnancy and never-ending morning sickness, you stayed back at the apartment. Jack had a long day at the studio, but before he left Drama, Neelam, Chris, and a few other people on his team pulled him aside.

“We wanted to talk to you before you left.”

“Okay, about what?” Jack asked.

“Your girlfriend. We think it’s best if you keep her hidden, same with the baby. We have no problem with you having a girlfriend, or having a baby. We just think that it’s better for your career if you give off the image that you’re single,”

“Is that all necessary?” Neelam asked.

“Sometimes you have to choose your personal life or your career. Plus relationships don’t normally last at 18 anyway.”

“I’m not hiding Y/N or our daughter,” Jack said. “If I wanted the image of being single, I wouldn’t be in a relationship. I know we are young, but I know I want to marry her. We aren’t some stereotypical teenage relationship. She moved to Atlanta with me so I could pursue my dreams. I’m not going to ask her to do that after all she’s done to support me.”

“I just think that it could be better for your career right now, in the future, sure, make your relationship public-”

“No, my decision is final. I’m not hiding someone I love, and I’m not asking her to hide either. You will all realize how special of a person she is, especially to me, when you meet her. I was going to bring her today, but she didn’t feel good, and it was going to be such a long day, I didn’t want to drag her here. I think she’s going to come tomorrow, since I won’t be here as long.”

“I’m really excited to meet her,” Neelam said before anyone else could say anything. She knew why everyone was hesitant, but she wanted to be supportive. 

The next day, you went to the studio to meet everyone. Urban walked a step ahead of you and Jack, Jack had his arm around your waist. You were nervous to meet everyone, even though Jack hadn’t told you that they wanted him to have a single public image, but you could tell he had been coming home stressed, so you had been worried something was wrong at the studio.

Urban walked in first, holding the door open for you and Jack. Neelam smiled as soon as she saw you and Jack. She wanted to be the first one to greet you as she didn’t know how everyone else was going to.

“Hi, I’ve been so excited to meet you!” Neelam said, completely ignoring Jack and Urban. 

“Hi, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come in and meet everyone sooner, Jack’s been trying to get me to come in since he was signed,” You explained, Neelam shook her head.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re doing something way more important by growing a literal human anyways, I’m Neelam by the way,”

“It’s like we don’t even exist,” Jack joked to Urban, making Neelam roll her eyes.

“I’ve met you before, plus it’s nice to have another girl around, someone who knows how annoying you two can be,” Neelam said, making you giggle, the four of you started walking down the hallway, you and Neelam making small talk, Jack walked into the studio room first, and as soon as everyone saw you it got awkwardly quiet.

“Hey, everyone, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Jack said, sliding his hand from your hip to interlock his fingers with yours, gently but reassuringly squeezing your hand. Everyone went around the room and introduced themselves, but less enthusiastically than Neelam, which was fine. You didn’t expect anything crazy, you just felt more welcome by her then everyone else. One of the guys moved off of the couch so you and Jack could sit next to each other, which you appreciated.

After about 15 minutes of everyone figuring out what needed to be recorded today, Jack was in the booth, and Neelam had moved to where he had been previously sitting.

“So, Jack said you’re having a girl?” 

“Yeah,” You said, smiling, “Jack always joked that he wants eight daughters, and after this pregnancy, I’m for sure not having eight kids, but we’ll have at least one daughter.”

“Do you have her name picked out?”

“Honestly, I wish I could say yes, but we don’t, we have a few options, but we can’t decide on one, every time we do, we change our minds.” You explained, Jack looking through the glass to check on you, you smiled softly at him to tell him you were okay.

“I’m just so curious about everything, so if I get annoying, you can just tell me to shut up, and I will. How did you guy’s meet? Jack hasn’t told us much, but I can tell how much he loves you already.”

“I introduced them,” Urban chimed in from your other side.

“And he never lets us forget it,” You joked. “And it’s not annoying, I promise. My family moved when I was in middle school and we ended up living next to Urban, but we didn’t go to the same school until high school, where Urban introduced us on the first day of freshman year, and then we started dating shortly after we turned 16.”

“You’re high school sweethearts? That’s adorable.”

“Yeah, we’ve been together since, we never even took a break after a fight or anything. It’s crazy to think about, but he’s one of the few things I’ve ever been 100 percent sure about. I know we’re young, but I feel like you know when you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, and that’s how I feel about Jack.”

“He’s really lucky to have you,” Neelam said as Jack walked out of the booth, he was just recording some ad libs so it was going to be a bunch of quick sessions.

“Let me have my girlfriend back,” Jack joked, standing in front of Neelam, she shook her head.

“Nope, she’s mine for the day, you have work to do, we’re going to sit here and gossip, she can tell me about all of your embarrassing high school stories,” Neelam joked back, Jack looked at you.

“Please, not the embarrassing high school stories.” 

“I won’t tell any embarrassing stories, promise. But only because I’m probably involved in them too,” You promised Jack.

“Good enough for me, but don’t you also have work to do?” Jack asked Neelam and she shook her head. 

“I’m done for the day, I just wanted to stay and meet my new best friend.”

“Damn, I’m already being replaced by my girlfriend.”

“I never said you were ever my best friend, to be fair,” Neelam said, and Jack fake gasped in shock.

Throughout the rest of the day, you and Neelam continued to get to know each other, and while you didn’t know how anyone else in the room felt about you, she made you feel welcome and comfortable. Jack was glad that you and Neelam were getting along, he watched you two bond throughout the day, sneaking glances at you while he was recording or even sitting in the chair next to the couch you two were sitting on. He was glad someone was making you feel welcome, though he didn’t care what anyone else thought of you, you were going to be right by his side for his entire career.

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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.”