#jack harlow rare

[eddiesblklvr]

How come you don’t write for white ppl also? I feel like you black creators always think you’re so much better than white people. Like why can’t you leave the race out of it like everyone else and just imagine a black person or something? You guys are so weird and rude.

why are you upset at the fact that i’m choosin to write for only black ppl when there are THOUSANDS of blogs that are white coded and writing for white ppl? why can’t you just imagine a white girl when you read my shit?

please get tf away from me 😭

[brokeandfamouseu]

harlow // PRAGUE // @fourceez // FARMINGTON2022

[gorgeys]

Come to get your fix? - (Margot Robbie x Reader)

At an afterparty, you see Margot for the first time in a long time…

Margot Robbie x femsinger!reader

Warnings: slight age gap (Margot is 30ish, reader is 25ish), mentions of sex, just sexy vibes

A/N: this got a lot longer than it was supposed to be cuz I kinda got carried away with the beginning and the backstory but I hope you enjoy!

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There were seven different Met Gala after parties, all of which you had been invited to, but of course you chose the only one that she would be attending.

Well, you really had no other choice.  You had to go to Dua Lipa’s party at Virgo on the Lower East Side.  You and Dua were close friends and all the biggest celebrities were going to be there.

And you were excited for the most part.  It was one of the few nights where you got to hang out with your most famous friends as you danced and drank the night away.

When you arrived, ditching your Chanel gown for a sheer, golden chain dress that resembled royalty, you dove right into the many greetings you’d have to make throughout the night.  Of course you got many congratulations on your new album which had easily risen to the top of the charts with several hit singles.  And, since you had released new tour dates only last night, several celebrities were already expressing their excitement over attending your LA shows.  You thanked them like always, being sure to compliment Zendaya on her new movie and thanking Rihanna for sending you a new package of Fenty Beauty products.

Only after at least an hour did you even find the bar.  You ordered your go-to cocktail and paid for whatever your team wanted to drink, exhaling a long sigh.  Your voice had already gotten scratchy and hoarse from the day’s events plus the long press tour you had endured the past few weeks.  You craved a moment to relax.

But not even a few seconds later did Jack Harlow appear behind you to question why you left him on read for the past three days.  Internally rolling your eyes, you mumbled a vague response while your eyes scanned the room for a distraction.  You only half listened to him as he tried to get in your pants once more, but you fully stopped paying attention when you finally found her.

There she was, sitting in a booth beside Cara Delevigne across the room.  You could tell she was looking for a way out of the situation from the way her shoulders were angled away from Cara and her nails tapped anxiously on the table.

You shamelessly stared, watching her eyes retreat from Cara’s face every once in a while to venture out into the crowd.  Her legs were crossed and she sat as straight as a pin like she always had.  You remembered how her perfect posture alone always made you feel small.  She carelessly flicked her blonde hair back away from her face, smiling at whatever part of the long, winded story Cara was on.

You told yourself so many times that you had moved on. It was a repetitive thought that pounded into your brain each night when you were partying in cities all over the world.  And sometimes it felt like you really did move on. You would naturally send a flirty wink to the cute girl at the bar or grind on the hot guy on the dance floor, enjoying the fruitful chase.

But each morning, when you woke up in an expensive hotel room beside a stranger, you always wished she was laying beside you instead.  It felt hopeless at times when you were stalking her Instagram or scrolling through your camera roll at the many, many pictures of you and her.

You only truly believed you had moved on when you met your most recent girlfriend.  She was finally the breath of fresh air you were looking for.  The thoughts of Margot soon felt far and few in between as a new woman consumed your everyday life.  She was beautiful and sweet and loving and everything you needed.  It was rare for one of your partners to even last more than a couple weeks since you had a reputation of being quite the maneater, but you were glad it did.  She was everything.

Until you were gaping at Margot from across the club.  You could barely remember your girlfriend’s name when blue eyes finally met yours.  They were piercing, like you remembered, and they seemed to look right through you, even from the other side of the room.  Her smile melted as she realized who she was looking at.

You took your eyes off of her for a moment as you accepted your drink from the bartender.  You thanked him and glanced back.  To your satisfaction, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you.  You lifted the glass to your lips and took a teasingly slow slip without breaking eye contact. You watched her take a deep breath, slightly pursing her lips, as she silently contemplated how to handle you.  Oh, how you loved to be handled by her.

Her attention was stolen for a moment as Cara excused herself from the table.  Margot sent her a forced smile and a slight wave before she was lost in the crowd.

You had been dreading this moment for weeks, the inevitable moment when you’d meet her sculpted face that always begged you to come closer.  But now that it was happening, it almost felt euphoric.

“Get lost, Jack,” you said, shoving his shoulder out of your way. He groaned but didn’t protest.  You had set your path of destruction and now there was no stopping you.

You focused on making long, smooth strides in your tall heels and swaying your hips a bit more than usual as her eyes wandered your incoming figure.  Her face was stoic but her gaze was so familiar.  It always made you want to impress her, to be extra good for her.  To be wanted by her was a better feeling than any number one album or one-night lover.  You were glad your dress didn’t leave much for the imagination.

And then, after cutting through the dance floor, you were there, placing your hand upon the table as you slid into the seat beside her.  You pressed your thigh into hers, the only thing between them being the golden chains of your dress.  The rounded booth kept the two of you secluded from the other happenings of the club.

Although you were beside her, you had each turned your heads to match one another, face to face.  Her eyes had never left you and now you could feel her breath against the sensitive skin of your upper lip.

“Hi,” she said.  You were envious of how confident she sounded with your face inches from hers.  Your only relief was the faint quirk of her lips.  You couldn’t tell if it was well-intentioned or mischievous.

“Hi,” you whispered breathlessly, leaving your lips slightly open.  She seemed to take the bait as her eyes devoured your glossy, inviting lips.

“Come to get your fix?” she teased, sliding her tongue across her top lip.  It was something she always used to say to you when you sneaked into her trailer or violently tugged her into the bathroom.

It reminded you of the times when her soft fingers molded your body into whatever piece of pottery she wanted you to be.  The lick of her lips reminded you of all the times her tongue rewarded you afterward.

You clicked your own tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“Something like that,” you mumbled, almost annoyed by all the memories she awakened.

“I was surprised,” she began, her nails skimming the chains along your hip, making a high-pitched noise.  You tried not to show how the closeness of her fingers made you feel.  “I didn’t see you with anyone.”

She was obviously referring to the fact that you hadn’t brought a date to the gala.  Of course, knowing your long history, she had expected you to have someone young and new by your side.  After all, TMZ had claimed you were dating four different people in the last two weeks.

You weren’t surprised by her prying.  She always cut right to the chase whenever she was with you.  But you were a little taken aback that she had asked it so outright considering how things had ended between you.

“Well, I was surprised I didn’t see you with anyone.”  You couldn’t help the accusatory attitude that dripped from your voice.

“Hmm,” she hummed with a small smile as if she was expecting that response.  She peered down at her hand as it climbed the chains to sit comfortably atop your thigh.  

It was her “date” that had ruined your “relationship” in the first place.  By “date,” I mean husband and by “relationship,” I mean affair.

It was your first acting gig and in a blockbuster movie at that.  Before you had even introduced yourself, you locked eyes with her across the table at the first script reading and you knew you were hers.

But when she began shooting seductive glances from across the set, you assumed your eyes were playing tricks on you.  When she began grabbing onto you anytime you were in arms reach, you assumed she was just one of those touchy people.  And even that one time when she asked you to “be a good girl” and grab her a water, you just assumed it was a thing she said, even if it made your chest feel tight and your thighs squeeze together.

Because, after all, she was an older, straight, married woman.  Or at least that’s what you thought.

It wasn’t until she got you alone in her trailer, pushed you onto the couch, and attacked you with kisses that she made it clear.  From that moment on, you were her secret and she had to be yours. It wasn’t ideal, but it was still as perfect as could be.  Until it wasn’t.

Before she had even made an advance on you, you knew you were bound to catch feelings.  But you weren’t expecting it to hit you like a load of bricks.  Nevertheless, you knew you were just some affair to her, some sex toy for her to play with, so it was easy to keep quiet and occasionally dream of what could be.

The real kicker was when, a couple days before shooting wrapped, she admitted she had fallen for you.  Your whole world lit up and came crashing down on you simultaneously.   

Hearing those words felt like hearing the song of the ice cream truck on a hot summer day: pure relief. You had loved her unwaveringly.

But what trumped that was the undeniable realization that you were only second to her.  Second to her husband and the life she had created with him.  She could never love you the way you loved her.

So, when promo for the movie was coming to an end, you had to give her the ultimatum. She had put off the decision for as long as possible.  That was until you confronted her in her hotel room in a wreck of tears and rage.

You weren’t surprised, but disappointed when you weren’t her choice.  She had begged you to stay, to spend one more night with her, but you left in a disheveled hurry, refusing to let her see the effect she had on you.

Sometimes, when you lie awake at night, you wish she had never told you she loved you.  Then maybe it would have been easier to walk away and forget about her.  It would have been easier to accept that she was just using you for a couple good fucks.  But here you were, sitting beside her, rehashing your inevitable heartbreak because she was always so irresistible and she loved you

She looked back up at you, pushing her face even closer to yours.  Her smile grew when she saw your lips tightly pressed together and your eyebrows furrowed.  You were always so bad at hiding your frustration from her.

“I left him,” she said, squeezing your thigh.  You could see the excitement within her, begging for a release.

Meanwhile, you felt dizzy.

“Wh-What do you mean you left him?”

“I mean that I left him,” she repeated, smiling wider at your shocked expression.  You were sure you looked so stupid, almost like a dead bug with your eyes wide and your jaw hanging open.  “Just waiting to finalize the papers.”

“Oh my god,” was all you could manage.  Your hand came up to your mouth, covering the gaping hole.  “Oh my god.”

It was the words you had always wanted to hear but at the most unexpected time.  Her hypnotizing smile made your head spin as the colors of the club swirled together in your peripheral.

“I just-I don’t understand.  Why…now?”

She shot you a slightly confused look, as if the answer was obvious, but a lot of time had passed and you finally needed her to be clear.

She used her free hand to remove your hand from over your mouth and drop it into your lap.  Then she firmly grasped your chin, ensuring your eyes never left her candid ones.  Her touch shot warmth up your cheeks and down your neck, just the shock you needed to wake you from your daze.

“Because I know I want you.  And I tried being without you but I just…I can’t,” she confessed, the words scrambling out of her throat as if they had been trying to for days.

Your heart swelled in your chest at her pure sincerity.  Instinctively, you wanted to jump into her arms, to let her have you in every way.  But that little bit of insecurity still creeped up your spine.  The insecurity she had created when she chose him all those months ago.

“Are-Are you sure?”

She only laughed.  Honey may as well have been dripping from her lips as the sound was so sweet.  Every sound that left her lips was angelic.

“I’ve been thinking about this every day since you left.  I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

Her hand left your thigh to tuck a few pieces of your loose hair behind your ear, her hand lingering on the side of your neck.  You felt like you were on fire and she reveled in the way the heat flooded your irises.

But then you felt like you were forgetting something, something important.

“I have a girlfriend, Mar,” you suddenly said, your fingers wrapping lightly around the forearm of the arm that held your chin.

Margot certainly wasn’t expecting that confession this late in the conversation.  But your relationship couldn’t have been too serious if your new girlfriend wasn’t there, hanging off your arm.  She proceeded without caution.

“Well, I don’t see her anywhere,” she said, tilting your head downward with the pull of her hand, forcing you to stare up at her through hooded eyes.  She always adored when you looked at her from that angle, especially when she was knuckle deep inside of you.

You don’t even really know why you said it.  You knew, girlfriend or not, you would always choose Margot.  And she knew that.

“So, you want me or not, baby?”  She pursed her lips in a fake pout, so close to yours.

You couldn’t control yourself and you heard yourself make a faint noise of unbridled temptation.  She seemed quite satisfied by that as her thumb rubbed small circles into your chin, the nail grazing your lip every once in a while.

You both already knew the answer.

“Yes, fuck, I want you,” you said, your voice the most confident it had been all night but still the most desperate.

A feeling of pure bliss consumed your body.  Just hearing yourself say it made a smile creep onto your lips.

Margot quickly copied you.  She raised your chin to meet hers and wasted no more time.  Finally, finally, she kissed you.  She didn’t care who was watching as she firmly held your face, guiding you in every which way.

She was the only person in your universe and you were the only person in hers.

lmk if you guys want more Margot or any of her characters!! I will def write for Barbie, Harley, and even Naomi.  I will prob write something for Barbie soon so stay tuned!

And if you have a request I haven’t responded to, I’m really sorry it’s taken a long time but I am working on it!

[astrosky33]

Astrology Observations by Astrosky Part 18

✧. ┊Your 11th house can give insight on careers you can make the most money from. Example: An Aquarius 11h can mean you’re most likely to gain wealth from careers involving technology - more here

✧. ┊There is no astrology placement that can make you fat, ugly, scrawny, ab*sed, etc. Don’t pay mind to people that post observations like that. They’re very harmful to people with ED’s, body dysmorphia, etc. and incorrect, even astrologically speaking

✧. ┊A 28° Ascendant in Composite Charts indicates a couple that’s wealthy or two people that can make lots of money together easily

✧. ┊Everyone’s Ascendant squares their Midheaven in Whole Signs System. For this reason it’s not a rare aspect and is very common

✧. ┊Love stelliums in Composite Charts can indicate marriage or a long term relationship. It also indicates a deep spiritual connection between the two of you

✧. ┊An 11th house stellium in Composite Charts can mean that you want the same things in your relationship which can lead to better compatibility. This is because the 11th house rules over desires, hopes, and wishes for the futures

✧. ┊Emma Chamberlain and Jack Harlow’s Composite Chart Ruler is in the 11th house. They met while being filmed at the met gala which is a social event. The 11th house represents social events/socialization and film. It’s also at 17° and in numerology 17 represents fame, they were at a celebrity event -> more about first meeting based on composite chart rulers

MY MASTERLIST - SUB TO MY PATREON

© 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[harlowcomehome]

Orchids and spontaneity: 

Requested by @vanwritesfan-fiction

“Mmm, boring” Jack whispered to himself as he looked at the wide array of flowers in front of him. He wanted to get you something unique and different from your usual bouquet but he wasn’t having any luck.

A tall, blonde woman came from the back of the store eager to help Jack from the moment he walked in but wanted to give him his space for a few moments. She quickly walked up to him, her pony tail swaying back and forth.

Jack saw her coming even without fully looking up at her, he could always tell when he had been spotted.

“Hi! I am so sorry, are you, Jack Harlow?” She was nervous and couldn’t think of another way to engage with him.

“I am” he softly laughed, rarely knowing how to continue the conversation after that.

“Do you need some help finding something?” She was hoping he would say yes, more than anything.

“I’m just waiting for someone, thank you though” Jack smiled, noticing their conversation brought attention to him as the other employees were now gawking from afar.

The employee smiled, before making her way back to the group of girls at the counter.

The front door chimed as Brian, Jack's dad walked inside, the two of them had agreed to go Valentine’s Day shopping together.

“About time you get here” Jack joked as the two of them started looking at flowers.

“Were you waiting long?” Brian noticed the group of girls at the counter giggling as they walked around the shop, flashing them a smile.

“No, not at all. I need your help though, I want to get her something different this year” Jack sighed, knowing that he usually got you the same floral arrangement year after year for several holidays.

“How about I get your mom what you usually get y/n and you get her what I usually get your mom?” Brian knew that would cut flower shopping short and leave more time for whatever else they needed to get done today.

“Orchids aren’t kind of…” he paused “old lady?” Jack questioned, wondering if you’d think so.

“I won’t tell your mom that you said that” Brian chuckled as they both placed their bouquet order at the front desk. All of the workers nervously giggled and helped out as they wanted just a brief interaction with Jack.

••••

When Valentine’s Day came around Jack picked up both bouquets from the flower shop. He was paranoid about his address leaking, rarely having anything delivered to his place.

When he arrived home, he struggled to get inside the door, the bouquet was bigger than usual and took up a lot of room. He let his dad know to come get the bouquet when he was ready, leaving his mothers flowers in his car.

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet!” You giggled from the kitchen as he loudly made an entrance anf placed the bouquet on the coffee table out of your view.

Jack jogged over to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist as he went in for a sloppy passionate kiss.

“Are you making strawberry cupcakes? For little ol’ me?” He joked, making his voice as high-pitched as possible.

“Nothing about you is little” you winked, as you started the electronic mixer to whip the frosting.

“Damn right” he smirked, grabbing a handful of your ass before leaving the room to get your gift.

You finished frosting the cupcakes, placing them on a two-tier display, when Jack ran back into the kitchen.

“Do you trust me?” He had a sinister smile on his face that made you want to say no but you obliged anyway as he covered your eyes and led you to the living room.

There were a few gifts displayed on the couch, but the giant bouquet is what caught your attention first, always loving the flowers he got you.

“Baby! These are gorgeous!” You bent down to smell them, smiling as you looked over at him. You immediately noticed something was off as your eyes began to water, and your chest tightened.

“I wanted to do something different this year” he made room for you to sit beside him on the couch. “Wait, are you crying?” He was concerned that he did something to upset you.

“I think I have an eyelash in my eye” You rubbed the lower lash line with your finger getting mascara on your face. You excused yourself to the bathroom shutting the door quickly, worried he’d realize what you had immediately figured out.

You wheezed as you frantically searched the medicine cabinet for allergy medication, remembering you had left what was left of the allergy tablets in your purse.

Jack knocked on the door, questioning your rash departure. “Is something wrong? Do you hate them? Are they too old lady?” His voice was low and calm, but his tone was failing at masking the sadness he felt.

You slowly opened the door, revealing that you had a soggy piece of tissue hanging out of one nostril.

Jack couldn’t contain himself, leaning forward as he chuckled at the sight before him.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” His hands instinctively cupped your face as he looked at you with worried eyes and a pouty lip.

“I think I’m allergic to those flowers” you sniffled, feeling a sneeze building up. You didn’t have enough warning time to turn away before sneezing on Jack's face.

He immediately pulled away from you, his eyes closed as he tried to hide the look of disgust as best he could.

“Ummm- bless you?” He was trying to be nice but the germaphobe in him wanted to scream and taking a scalding hot shower.

“Babe! I’m so sorry!” You were frozen as he finally gained composure enough to open one eye to find and grab the bouquet from off the table.

He used the inside of his shirt to wipe his face before walking toward the front door. “It’s okay, it’s fine”’ he was still in shock but didn’t want you to feel bad.

“I still have my mom’s bouquet in the car, I’m going to switch them out” he was frantically trying to make his way out of the house and to the car.

You leaned against the bathroom doorframe, trying to hold a laugh in, knowing you had most definitely picked a good one.

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Hii love<3 i hope everything is fine🫂

So the other day i accompanied my brother to pick up my niece from kindergarten and she went out with a boy was he carrying her backpack, that was nice 🥹 but i also saw my brother almost have a heart attack because she is his little girl (that was funny lmao) i thought it would be nice - fun something like that with Jack🥹🫶🏻 you can take it if you want (no pressure only yesterday i remembered it while i was reading that petition where B was talking about Patrick)

Sending you lots of love and hope you are having a good week🫶🏻🫶🏻ily😙

Hi love! Thank you so much, I am doing well and I hope you are too! This idea is so cute, thank you for sending it in!

'Are we good? I've got somewhere to be." Jack looked up from his phone at Nemo who was focused on the control board. "Your last verse was a little pitchy, wanna run it again?"

"I like pitchy, its my new sound." Jack joked as he checked the time on his phone, his leg jiggling up and down nervously.

Nemo gave Jack an incredulous look. "Man, what's going on with you? Any other time, if I called you pitchy you'd cuss me out and you've checked the time on your phone like five times in the last 10 minutes."

"He's got a date with his girl", Urban chuckled from his spot across the room. "Girl? I thought your wife was out of town", Nemo asked as he looked between the two of them. "My other girl, Liyah. Its just us this weekend so I'm gonna pick her up from pre-school and take her on a daddy-daughter date today."

A low rumble of "aws" echoed across the room, making Jack blush. "I can still take five minutes to cuss you out if ya'll don't stop", Jack warned as he got up and grabbed his things before heading out the studio, Nemo and Urban busting into laughter as soon as the door shut.

Luckily, Jack timed it just right so he was first in the carpool line with a perfect view of the door so he could see when Aaliyah came out. He answered a couple of work emails while he waited for school to end, jumping out of the car as soon as the bell rung to join the group of waiting parents. Jack rarely got a chance to pick the girls up from school, so he didn't recognize but a few parents he'd met when Aaliyah had a playdate, giving them quick waves hello.

"You must be Jack. Aaliyah talks about you all the time." Jack turned on his heels to acknowledge a voice behind him, coming into contact with a parent he knew he'd never met before. "Hi, I'm Sarah, Parker's mom." Jack took the extended handshake as he slid his phone in his back pocket. "Nice to meet you, Jack Harlow."

"Oh, I know all about you. Parker and Aaliyah have become good friends this year so I've heard all about your music career and how cool of a guy you are." Jack gave Sarah a gentle smile. "I guess paying your daughter does work after all", he said in jest, quickly backtracking when Sarah's face fell.

"I'm kidding, promise I don't pay my children to talk about my career", he bit at his bottom lip, wishing he hadn't made that joke. "Sure", she muttered, taking a step back.

Jack made a mental note to tell you to avoid Sarah in the future, quickly getting over his embarrassment as a bunch of kids came running out. He spotted Aaliyah within the busy crowd, her messy curls up in two ponytails, her face in that beautiful smile that reminded him of you. He took his eyes off of her for a second when he felt his phone buzz, checking his text messages in case it was work related.

"Daddy!" The smile that formed on Jack's face at the sound of Aaliyah's voice quickly turned into a scowl as he saw that she wasn't alone, holding the hand of a little boy her same height as they walked toward him. His breath hitched at the sight, his chest tightening as he tried to keep his composure. "Hi Daddy! Look, I colored you a picture!" She shook the pink construction paper in front of Jack, but he was to preoccupied trying to figure out who this boy was that was holding his precious baby girl's hand.

"Who's this, Liyah?" Jack dropped to his knees to be at eye level with his daughter, taking her backpack from her. "This is Parker! He's my boyfriend!" It took everything in Jack not to pass out on school grounds, his grip on her bag tightening. "Hi, Mr. Jack!", Parker answered, jumping up and down, swinging their arms between them.

"Hi, Parker", Jack mumbled, watching Sarah approach out of the corner of his eye. "Aren't they so cute? They think they're boyfriend and girlfriend", she chuckled, reaching out for Parker, who took her hand. "I wouldn't call it cute, but what do I know?", he gritted out between clenched teeth. Jack didn't mean to sound argumentative, but he sent off a pre-schooler to school this morning and he was picking up a teenager. "Alright baby, let's go." He gave Sarah a weak smile as he grabbed his daughter's hand.

"Bye Parker! I see you soon!" Aaliyah broke away from Jack to give Parker a hug before catching back up with him. "Yeah, bye Parker, see you never again." Jack mocked as they walked to the car, his face scrunched up in irritation.

****

"Baby, we need to find a new preschool for Aaliyah." Jack stroked his beard, his gaze focused on the ceiling. He had his phone rested on his chest as he laid in bed talking to you, the house quiet with Aaliyah asleep.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes, even though he couldn't see you. "Like hell we do, Jack. We were on a three year waiting list for that school. What happened?"

"Parker." Jack grumbled out, making you laugh out loud. "Ah, so you finally met Parker." That made Jack quickly shoot up. "You knew about him?"

"About your three year old daughters harmless little boyfriend? Yes, yes, I did." Jack scoffed, throwing himself back down on the pillows. "I don't know about harmless, baby. They were holding hands and everything."

"Jack, please, don't start. Liyah is only three years old, she thinks she's in love with every boy she meets because that's all she knows." The only thing Brooklyn and Aaliyah knew about love at a young age was from watching you and Jack, who even so many years later were still head over heels in love with each other. It set a great example, but they were both so young and didn't understand different types of relationships yet. "She sees the way we are around each other, and thinks that how you act with people you love."

"I guess", Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair, "it just made me realize she's not my baby anymore."

"Jack, you're getting way ahead of yourself. She is only three, she still needs you for pretty much everything, and she loves you so much more than she does anyone else, including her boyfriend." You threw that in knowing that would irritate him, hearing Jack shiver over the phone. "Stop using that word, please."

"Fine", you giggled, "but you still have plenty of years before you have to worry about any real boyfriends. Plus, I'm pretty sure Parker is your biggest fan."

"What does that say about me, that my biggest fan is a toddler?", Jack asked, but you chose to ignore his quip. "So we can stay at this school?"

"Yes, we can stay at this school. We do have to avoid Parker's mom, Sarah, though." That caught your attention. "Why? I like Sarah. We're on the PTO together."

Jack let out a nervous chuckle. "She may or may not think that we pay our daughters to talk about how good of a rapper I am."

[nattinatalia]

JACK HARLOW X READER : ANNIVERSARIES & SIXTY-NINES

A/N : This is a second collaboration with my buttercup @harlowcomehome 💚 if you haven’t read our very first collab, here’s where you can find it, part 1 2 & 3 always fun and an honor working with you babes. Ilyyyyy for life 💚🤞🏼

“But, wait. Listen to me, you’re not listening to me” Jack was shouting, something he rarely ever did especially so early in the morning.

“Can’t you back out? They can’t find another opener? It’s not about the money. I don’t care, I want to make sure I’m here.” He was sitting on the couch, his elbows pressed against his thighs.

You walked out of the bedroom, keeping your eyes on him. It was clear that he was very upset. You had only made out a few words in the conversation.

“Fuck it. Okay,” he said, throwing his phone to the side as he prematurely hung up on whoever he was talking to.

“Everything okay?” You walked over to him, rubbing his back as he tried to regain his composure.

He shakes his head, “I- Chris booked me for a last-minute festival.”

“Okay?” You don’t know what’s the issue with that since Jack loves to perform every chance he gets. “And you’re upset?”

He turns to look at you, “Babe, it’s this weekend.”

“Oh,” You realize what that meant immediately. “Baby, I knew our schedules would eventually clash with important dates. It’s okay.” You reassure him, pushing back his curls.

“No, it’s not, it’s our first wedding anniversary and I’m supposed to be here with you. We’re supposed to celebrate together. I had things planned for us and now they’re ruined.”

“We can always celebrate when you get back, I promise you I’m not going to hold it against you.”

“Baby, when we got married I made you a promise that I would never miss important moments involving our relationship. I promised you that I would be here.” He leans back on the couch, his hands covering his eyes.

“Jack.” You quickly straddle him, both of your legs on each side of him and you pull his hands away from his face. “Please listen to me.”

He stares at you, you can see his eyes getting watery, signs that he’s annoyed and upset. “You have nothing to worry about. I know you wouldn’t miss celebrating our anniversary on purpose. You’re an amazing husband, who always goes above and beyond. Don’t beat yourself up about it. I’m sure you’ll be here on time and if you’re not, I can always fly out to you baby.”

You rocked back and forth in his lap, he covered his face again with his hands. You heard sniffling coming from underneath them.

“Jack, my love, don’t cry” You lean forward to hug him, his head resting on your shoulder.

“I’m just frustrated,” he whimpered. “ I feel like a bad husband. Chris assured me I’d be back the night before but it just feels like I’m cutting it too close” he was still talking from behind his hands.

You pried his fingers away from his face, “ I love you, let’s make the most out of today. When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow morning” he mumbled as he wiped his face. It broke your heart to see him cry.

“Let’s make the most of today then? I don’t have anything planned” You smiled and he nodded.

The next day Jack had to leave early in the morning to catch his flight, granted he was flying in the private jet but he just wanted to get the weekend over with.

You woke up to drawers being slammed and grunts coming from Jack. “Baby?”

“Shit, sorry I woke you up.” He’s throwing clothes into his suitcase, not even bothering to fold them, which is weird to you since he’s such a control freak about that.

“I was going to wake up soon anyway.” The alarm you had set last night goes off and you quickly stop it.

“Where’s my passport?” He asks, looking around the room.

You quickly get off the bed and head to him. “It’s in your hands baby.” You reach out for it. “I need you to relax, papi.”

“I’m sorry.” He lets out a deep sigh “I just can’t believe I’m missing out on our anniversary.”

“Hey, no more of that. Let me help you pack” You start taking everything out. “Then we can have breakfast so I can drop you off at the airport.”

He shakes his head “I think it’s best you stay here, I’ll have Urban pick me up.”

You stop folding his clothes, “Wait, why?”

��I’m already having a hard time with this, you dropping me off will make me not want to go at all.”

“Bubs, I need you to be okay. I don’t want to be worried when you’re gone. I need you to be one hundred percent fine. You’ll get there and it’ll go by quickly and then you’ll come back home to me.”

“I know.” He nods, “I know I’m overreacting but I just wanted this weekend to be perfect.”

You smile at that. “And it will be.” You close up his suitcase. “Now come on, let's have breakfast and cuddle on the couch before it’s time for you to leave.”

You made Jack breakfast, rubbing his shoulders as you made sure he ate. He was always grumpy when he didn’t, and he had a long flight. You wanted to spare the others.

When he was done eating the two of you cuddled on the couch like you asked, you could tell his spirit was still sad.

“Baby, you’ll be back in time and we will have a nice dinner, and then maybe…” you giggled which peaked his attention.

“And what?” His brown furrowed, and before you could answer you heard a honk outside.

“Looks like Urb is here” You stood up to give him a hug and kiss goodbye.

“Baby” he whined followed by a chuckle. “That’s not fair.”

“Have a safe flight!! Don’t keep Urban waiting” you giggled before slapping his butt as he left out of the door.

The next two days dragged for both of you but mainly for Jack. He didn’t leave you second-guessing for a bit, and he let you know how much he missed you as often as he could.

He even sent you over your daily flower arrangement and that would always make you smile.

After his festival performance, he made sure he was ready to go so all he had to do was head to the airport and board the jet. His friends understood why he was in such a hurry, so they just followed behind him without saying a word.

“Dude come on we’ve been waiting for the pilot for thirty minutes.” Jack is tapping on his knee desperately, impatient as ever.

“Relax Jack, we’ll get there on time.” Neelam tries to get him to calm down, but she knows it’s a failed attempt.

“The dinner reservation I made is in two hours, I should’ve been back home by now. Fucking Chris needs to stop booking things without coming to me first.” Before the show started, he was informed that he had a few radio interviews he had to do, this caused him to be late to the show and he was now running late to go back home.

After waiting thirsty more minutes the pilot finally arrived and they were up in the air in no time. He was texting you back and forth, making sure you were awake and ready to go. All he had to do was take a quick shower and you’d be out the door.

Once he landed back in Louisville, his driver was already waiting for him there so he made it home in no time.

He noticed the lights were off which confused him. “Y/N?” He yelled out as soon as he walked in.

“Hi, baby.” You walk out of the kitchen, heading to him.

“Why aren’t you ready? I’ll just shower real fast and then we can head out to the restaurant.”

“Hmm about that.” You place your hands on his waist. “I canceled the reservation.”

“What?”

“Okay let me rephrase that.” You chuckle lightly. “I rescheduled for tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Papi, I knew you’d be tired. I can tell you’ve barely slept and I need you to eat something.” You get on your tippy toes and give him a few kisses on his neck.

“I had things planned, baby.”

“I know, I spoke to Neelam and I made sure that everything you had planned for tonight, you could do tomorrow. Tonight is all about you.”

“We’re supposed to be celebrating us ” he reminded you.

“We are, and we will tomorrow. Right now I need you to undress and get into the tub, I have a bath ready for you, then we’ll eat and who knows, I’ll probably spoil you with a massage and some baby-making.” You wink at him.

“Baby making, did you say baby making?” He chuckles as he starts to undress right there in the living room, dropping his bags to the side.

“Mhm,” you smile as he grabs your hand and leads you to the bathroom. “Join me?”

“I can’t, I need to make sure I get the food out of the oven but I’ll sit there with you.” You pointed to the tub that was full of stress-relief eucalyptus bubbles.

“Smells good” he sniffed the air before getting into the warm water. “This feels good,” he breathed out.

“I put some bath salts in there for body aching, I know how you feel after a show.”

“Baby you’re spoiling me.”

“You deserve it” You grabbed a headband off the bathroom counter, putting it underneath his curls to make sure they were out of his face.

You pulled up a bar stool next to the tub, making sure you had a good angle. You started to massage his shoulder blades.

“Mmmm baby, that feels good” he sighed, leaning back in the tub.

You continue to rub at his shoulders and give him little kisses here and there where his freckles are at. “Damn, have you been working out babe?”

“I hit the gym over the weekend, needed to clear my mind”

“My grumpy baby.” You give him a last squeeze and stand up.

He groans “Where are you going?” He reached for you, tugging at the ends of your little lavender silk pajama dress.

“I have to check on dinner, you finish up here and meet me in the kitchen.”

He stands up. “I’m done, I just want to spend time with you.”

“Hmm.” You can’t help but stare below his waist.

“Y/N.” Jack chuckles.

“Sorry, umm yeah meet me in the kitchen.” You quickly head out of the bathroom and make your way to the kitchen to check on the food.

You take out the pan with food and place it on the counter and start setting up the table. You light up some candles and spread some rose petals around the little setup you have.

“What is all this?” You look up and see him smiling with a little tint of red on his cheeks, signs of him blushing.

“Just a little dinner for us.” You light up the last candle. “Come, sit baby so I can fix your plate.”

“Are we having wine or champagne?”

“Since when do you drink?” You chuckle, as you’re putting the food on two separate plates.

“Tonight’s a special night, so why not?” He shrugs, unscrewing the bottle and pouring it into some champagne flutes.

You two are finally seated and eating, you cooked a steak alongside mashed potatoes and some green beans. For dessert, you had made a tres leches cake that you were now sharing.

“Mhmm, this is by far my favorite cake that you’ve baked.” He moans after taking a bite of the cake.

“You say that to all the cakes I make.”

He nods, “Yeah because they’re that good.”

“Do you want more whipped cream?” You got up from your chair and went to the refrigerator to grab the whipped cream.

“Yes please.” As soon as you hand it to him, he quickly pulls you to his lap.

“JACK!” You giggle, placing your palm on his chest.

He pushes back your hair and smears some whipped cream on your neck. “JACKMAN.”

He quickly goes to lick it off you, sucking on your neck as he goes. “Hmm, bab-baby” you squirm on his lap. “That’s going to be sticky.”

“You’re going to be sticky either way.” He stands up, and you’re still very much wrapped up around his body. “You took care of me enough tonight, it’s my turn now.”

He continued to suck and kiss your neck, his hand slowly migrating between your legs.

You stood up as you felt the core of your stomach grow tighter. “I need you in that bedroom, now.”

“Bossy hmm? I like it” he picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom bridal style. He plopped you down on the bed and before he could start to kiss you, you stopped him.

“Baby, you had such a long day, let me take care of you first” the two of you got undressed. You watched as his dick sprung free. You got in a position for him to eat you out while you sucked him off.

“We’re doing this tonight?” He smirked, he gripped your thighs with both hands, ready to position you over his mouth.

“Let’s see who cums first” you challenged, you massage his balls as you took him into your mouth.

He pulled you down to him, his mouth sloppily licking and sucking at your folds, he took your clit into his mouth and started to hum, a trick he knew always worked.

Your legs started to tremble, and you felt close, you decided to focus on the tip, knowing that usually drove him to orgasm too.

“Baby, baby, babe” his voice was panicked underneath you. “I’m going to- I need to” and he did.

You felt him release against your tongue, and that was enough to make you orgasm on his face, not that he was complaining.

You got off of him, bringing him a wet towel to wipe his face and other body parts down with.

“That was amazing” he rasped, as you waddled to the bathroom. He hadn’t even been inside you yet and you were tingly all over.

You went to the bathroom to wipe yourself clean, when you walked out of the bathroom you found your husband still naked and asleep in bed, loud snores coming from him.

You shake your head, chuckling to yourself. “I knew he was tired,” You say to yourself.

You walk toward him and cover him with the blankets, turn off the lights, and get into bed next to him.

You can’t help but stare at him while he sleeps for a bit. The room was dark but you could still make out his face. You knew he was stressed and tired, so it was a matter of time before he fell asleep.

After a few more glances at him, you lay your head on his chest and try to sleep. His snoring never kept you awake, if anything it calmed you.

You finally fell asleep after about ten minutes of repositioning, and before you knew it you were being woken up by kisses going up and down your neck and his beard scratching you as he continued.

“Mmhmm, baby?” You rasp out.

“Sorry baby” he paused to kiss you “I fell asleep on you.” He placed another kiss on your temple “But now the real celebration starts.”

He was quick to remove the blankets and you knew he had been awake for a while before he started to kiss you, he never woke up with this much energy.

“What did you have in mind?” You yawned as you sat up to get a better view of him. You realized he had never got dressed.

“Well, it is our anniversary so what if we practice making a baby” he wiggled his eyebrow before bending down to kiss you.

“I’d like that” you smiled “happy anniversary baby.”

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Paparazzi knew puppy’s name and Y/N was left to her own devices 😤 🐶

18+ Only - Adult themes, Language

“Hey baby” Jack said calling early on FaceTime. It was early morning where he was on tour in New Zealand.

“You look so sexy and groggy.” You said admiring how gorgeous your husband always looks. He took off his bonnet and shook out his curls causing your heart to flutter.

“Stop looking at me like that Y/N that’s how we got Ella.” Jack said cautioning you. You had a little boy from a previous relationship and Jack accepted him fully as his own. “Where’s my little muffin and my boy?”

“Well Jax is at school and Ella is right here. She just finished nursing.” You said happily and showed Jack baby Ella half passing out, and smiling at the breast.

“Funny how our happy place is the same.” Jack said wistfully happy to get a peak at your boob.

“You’re so silly!” You giggled. “I miss you so much”

“I miss you guys like crazy but some people don’t want to pull their kids out of school to go on a world tour.” Jack said with an eye roll and still feeling a way about you making that decision.

“Stability Jackman. It’s all about stability.” You said taking a stretch. “I better get moving. I’m meeting Azura for a walk.”

Just then Lil puppy Lou Lou came bounding up and licked you in the face. Jack was thrilled to see her. She woke up Ella drifting off but she was happy anyway. Ella was always happy unless she was tired and then she’d fuss and rub her head of chestnut curls. She rarely fully cried and was almost sleeping through the night.

“Aight my baby tell Jax I love him and don’t worry about his math test ok. I’ll call y’all later. Your husband said. He made a naughty gesture just before he signed off.

“Jackman! I swear!” You yelled to a blank screen as he vanished. “Daddy looks too good Imma have to be careful before I have 10 y’all” you said to Ella who looked like she was gearing up to go out for a walk.

You took a quick shower and slipped into your favourite hoodie of Jack’s, some yoga pants, and your one of many pairs of New Balances. Today it was Carolina blue 550s because you were missing your man bad. You slipped Ella’s wiggly chubby legs into a New Balance jumper and got the leash on Lou Lou.

“Hey girl!!” You said excitedly to Urban’s girlfriend Azura. Little man is getting big!” You said ruffling their son Liam’s hair.

“Yes he is girl and getting like his daddy wanting to take pictures of everything. We got him a toy camera and he carries it around his neck everywhere like Urb.” Azura said looking down lovingly at 4 year old Liam.

Liam wandered a bit away as you chatted with Azura. Suddenly you heard him talking a few feet away to a lady who was asking questions about his toy.

“Hey there little guy I like your camera” She said with a smile and had a cute dog with her that Liam petted. Azura was watching and everything seemed fine. Liam loved dogs and nothing seemed wrong. It was a beautiful sunny day and lots of people were out walking with dogs.

“Liam be gentle with the puppy ok?” Azura cautioned as he politely asked to pick it up and the owner agreed.

“It’s fine.” The lady said “Hey, you’re Jack Harlow’s fiancée….Y/N isn’t it? And Baby Ella so adorable with puppy Lou Lou. Nice to see you enjoying this beautiful day.”

Both you and Azura froze with a bad feeling. They had been following you and poor little Liam walked right into the trap because the lady had a dog and seemed nice.

“Liam hunny put the doggy down we have to go.” Azura said sternly and cautiously.

“I’m not answering any of your questions.” You said firmly to the paparazzi and turned to leave.

“Well I bet the world will like to see how rude one of the hottest stars’s fiancee is.” They said taunting you.

Azura made a sudden move to jump on the lady and caused a scene. Urban wasn’t under as much scrutiny as Jack so him and his family didn’t have to go through people following them. Jack had trained you how to be in public and around the media. You leaped in front of Azura to prevent her doing anything foolish.

“Well one of you has some sense! I would sue you!” The lady spat back.

“….and we would sue yo ass right back bitch!” Azura clapped back

While the back and forth with the sneaky paparazzi and Azura was going on you had discreetly emergency dialled Andy an “sos” message. It was something Jack had set up for your safety. Andy’s secretary sent police to your location. You stalled the lady until they got there. Let me tell you something.” You said calmly to the lady maintaining your composure “Tell all your slimy fellow bottom feeders that make a living off of this that me and my family, including my husband are not taking any shit and WE will be suing YOU.”

Everyone in town knew who you were but only a small circle knew the puppy’s name. Someone must have told someone else and that someone else was paid off. A small crowd had gathered which made it difficult for the lady to take off running. Police were carefully approaching so as not to provoke her to flee. You saw them coming. You and Azura kept her talking with Azura continuing to intimidate her which she was much better at than you.

“Listen bitch, you don’t get to talk to people’s kids like that with your rented dog and pretend you’re friendly. That’s like attempted kidnapping.” Azura said angrily holding onto Liam who was scared.”

“Get over yourself lady. Nobody even knows who you are.” The paparazzi argued with Azura.

“They know me on twitch bitch!” Azura shot back as she was one of the biggest gamers.

Police were behind her without her knowing and heard the whole conversation.

“Look behind you.” You said smugly to her. She turned and realized she was under arrest.

“I didn’t try to kidnap no kid!!!” The lady paparazzi yelled. “I’m just doing my job!! Let go of me!” She said as police cuffed her and walked her away.

The call you were dreading coming in started lighting up your screen with your husband’s picture. You hesitated to answer. “Y/N dafuq is going on? Are y’all ok?” He said right away with Urban right beside him. “They knew pup’s name?”

“Azura? Liam? Daddy’s right here!” Urban shouted concerned and on the verge of tears.

“Bro call your chick on her phone.” Jack said to him annoyed.

“Jack we are fine see? Wave to daddy Ella, wave pups.” You said as cheerfully as possible and Azura waved too as Urban called her.

“Jack it’s all good we’re fine.” You said calmly not wanting him to know how you were really feeling.

“Nice try Y/N. I invented that whole never show people how you’re screaming inside type shit.” Jack said catching you in the act of trying to appear unbothered. I need Ella where is she?” He asked trying to see into the stroller. “Y/N why are you not holding her close right now with wackos on the loose and why are y’all still out?? Go back home please, and call when you get in.” Said Jack cooing with Ella and being strict with you. “Now Y/N”.

“Ok ok we’re headed back in.” You said irritated your one day out in a while turned into this.

“Listen I’ll have one of boys pick y’all up and take you to my parents. My mom is losing her mind right now. Ella and Lou Lou can play in the back yard.” Jack said in full dad mode. “Go pick up Jax first ok? You need to tell him before he finds out and make sure he’s not scared.”

All you wanted to do was go for a walk. Being Mrs. Harlow was not going to be easy. You didn’t like how firm Jack was with you and felt like he thought you weren’t being responsible enough. You hated when he got like this. “Oh and I love you too.” You said sarcastically. “Bye Jack.”

“Wait..I’m..I’m sorry baby. If you were hurt, if Ella…I can’t…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bark at you. I just…” He paused and was holding back tears. “I love you ok?” He finally finished looking away and trying to keep it together.

“Jack I’m sorry. I snapped at you.” You apologized. You knew he loved you.

“Please get little man, take Azura and Liam home, and sleep at my parents house tonight. Please Y/N.” Jack begged. Seeing him soften up made you feel warm inside.

“Ok baby whatever you need for peace of mind but I’m fine. Really.” You said.

“Yeah she not a little bitch like you!” Urban said getting off the phone with Azura and his son.

“Will you two get off my phone!” You giggled.

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[hoodharlow]

Oasis

AN: I was writing Jack and Miriam fucking in the studio, but then I was like "what if I make it kinda enemies to lovers. Gif from @harlowgifs <3

Requested? My coochie

Warnings: smut, jealous!Jack if you squint

Word Count: 3.2k words

“How can you hate him? He’s literally the sweetest guy ever.” Violeta’s best friend/ stylist/ assistant, Cleo,went on and on.

“You say that because you haven’t been stuck with him for over twelve hours at the studio.” Violeta rolled her eyes, pushing herself up from the ground. 

She was picking outfits for the press tour of the Gloria Trevi biopic she was cast in, and she was playing the iconic artist. The press tour started in a few weeks, but Violeta wanted everything ready so she could focus on finishing up her sophomore album. She was nervous, her first album basically skyrocketed her career. Just last year she won both categories she was nominated for at the Grammys, best new artist and best latin pop album. It was validating because, according to her fans, she was snubbed the Latin Grammys. There was a lot of anticipation and pressure for her. Which was why her team and Jack’s teams thought they would make a good collaboration. 

Their fans began shipping them when they were seen together at this year’s Met Gala red carpet, waiting for their turn to walk up the stairs. Her fans loved how Jack managed to make her laugh because Violeta was known for her resting bitch face and it was rare for her fans to get candids of her smiling. 

They agreed and their mutual friend Nickie Jon was helping them produce it. What Jack and Violeta didn’t expect was they would end up disagreeing on everything. It was Violeta’s song for her upcoming sophomore album, but Jack took it over and kept changing things. It caused arguments between them that Nickie texted them both to either find a new producer or they hash out their shit because he was tired of getting stuck in the middle of them. Now Jack was showing up to her condo so they could hash it out because they both wanted Nickie to work with them.  

“If I was stuck twelve hours in a room with Jack Harlow, I wouldn’t leave until every surface is painted white.” Cleo said.

“You’re gross.” Violeta grimaced. 

She went to her walk-in closet and picked a black mini dress from Mirror Palais with flower trims along the straps and the neckline. She paired the look with Doc Marten mary janes and some white ankle socks for a preppy look. She came back out and began doing her makeup. She was doing a subtle look with some concealer, light contour and a simple eyeliner look. 

“If you can’t stand him, why are you getting all dolled up?” Cleo asked.

“I’m not getting dolled up, I don’t want to look dead. I got home like four hours ago and slept for two hours.” she explained. 

The night before she went to some label party and then hit up the after party with some of their friends, Nikie, and some other people. Nickie drove her home when it ended. Violeta knew Nickie for a few years. He was one of the first producers she worked with when she got signed to Atlantic Records. They had an older brother and younger sister dynamic, and it annoyed (and grossed out) when people thought they were an item. 

“I’m going to leave you so you can finish getting ready for your lil date.” Cleo smiled sweetly. 

“It’s not a date; he hates me, remember.” Violeta reminded her. 

“Vee, I’m just saying. There has to be more to it than him suddenly hating you. Maybe he’s just jealous.”

“Oh what?” she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

Cleo shrugged and took all the leftover clothes, shoes, and accessories they didn’t use for the outfit planning. 

Violeta finished getting ready half an hour after her best friend left and began cleaning up. She went downstairs and found Rocky, her three year old boxer-pitbull rescue, laid out in the balcony overlooking the gate. It reminded her of the times she would visit her dad’s pueblo and see the dogs on the roof guarding their houses. She whistled him and he got up from the spot, following her outside so he could do his business. Violeta was picking up his business when she saw Jack’s car pull up to the gate through the slits. 

Rocky sensed him and began growling at Jack. He was about to press the intercom when Rocky barked at him. 

“Let me get a leash.” Violeta called from the other side of the garage. 

She patted Rocky’s side, motioning him to follow her. He obliged and went inside. Violeta wrestled on his harness and clicked on his leash. They made their way back down to the gate. She opened the door and stepped out with Rocky. 

“Sit.” she told the three year old puppy. He sat next to her and eyed Jack, who was carrying a drink tray and a bag of food. She waved him over. 

“He doesn’t bite, right?” Jack asked hesitantly.

“Only if I say so.” she said nonchalantly. She giggled when she saw Jack get almost translucent. “I’m kidding. He’s trained and very friendly. You just showed up when he was doing his business.”

“Oh.” he said in a quiet voice, taking a few steps forward. 

“Rocky, this is my friend Jack. He knows Tio Nickie and he’s going to help me make a song.” she explained to the puppy. She reached for Jack’s hand and brought it to him. 

Rocky sniffed his hand and got excited. He yipped and nuzzled his face into his hand. Jack gave him a few scratches and just like that they were besties. 

The three of them went inside the gate. Jack watched as Violeta locked her gate and put in a code. He followed her up the stairs getting a great view of her ass under her short dress. 

“Welcome to my crib, or whatever people would say on MTV.” she gestured unenthusiastically. 

Rocky had gone back to his spot out on the balcony, leaving them standing in the entryway. 

“I, uh, got you a drink. Nickie said you like the matcha latte with strawberries, so I brought you one.” Jack said, pulling up her drink from the drink tray. 

“Oh, thanks.” she said. “So, uh, let’s go work on the song.” 

She led him to the basement, which was just another room next to the garage since the rest of the rooms were on top of the garage. She converted it into a home studio. It had everything any artist could possibly need. 

Jack looked around reading all her plaques, posters and her awards. He knew of Violeta, and heard a few of her English songs, but he didn't know she was as popular as she is. 

“You play?” He asked, nodding his head at the piano. 

“Obviously, why else would it be here?” she snapped at him. 

Jack frowned. “What the fuck is your problem? I asked a fucking question and you get all defensive.” 

“So I’m not supposed to defend myself when some dude questions my work ethic?” Violeta frowned. 

“I'm not questioning shit!” He said defensively. He passed his hand over his curls in frustration. “You’re such a piece of work. I don’t even know why I agreed to this shit.”

“Oh fuck you–” 

“In your dreams.” Jack snapped.

“Why would I dream about having disappointing sex?” She retorted.

Jack walked up to her, backing her into the wall and leaned down in her ear. “The only disappointing thing about having sex with me is that I would ruin dick for you. After me no one would ever compare and you’re going to spend the rest of your life hoping someone can try to satisfy you.” His hand slowly inched up the outside of her thigh, making Violeta swallow audibly. “Bet your pussy is dripping for me.” 

“It's drier than the desert in Sonora.” She said. 

It wasn’t. If Jack moved his hand in between her thighs, he’d find a waterfall. “Mhm,” he nodded, taking a step back. He sat on a chair and opened his backpack and pulled out his notes. “So last night I was thinking about cleaning up the bass you had and– what?” 

He stopped talking when he saw Violeta look at him angrier than ever. 

“You can’t tease someone like that and then go about your day.” She scowled. 

Jack set his notebook down on the soundboard and smirked. “So you admit it, I made you wet.” 

“What– No! That’s not what I meant. I…” Violeta rambled on. 

“Then what did you mean?” He asked, tilting his head inquisitively.

He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs ever so slightly. He had not right to be doing that to her. Not when she's supposed to no be attracted to him. Truthfully she’d been wanting to fuck him since the Met Gala and she’d been sexually frustrated because she hoped to see him at the after party, but he never showed. Nickie later told her that Jack was a homebody and only went to the Met because he had just released his album and needed the promo. 

“You still haven’t answered my question: what did you mean?” He said, casually. 

“Nothing, let’s get back to work.” Violeta waved him off.

Jack didn’t say anything else. He watched her as she stood in front of the soundboard, typing away on her computer. She pulled up their song and fixed the buttons so they were in at the song's settings. 

“Okay, so I was thinking we add more bass to it.” Violeta said, playing a snippet. 

Jack shook his head. “It has the right amount, you just have to make it tighter.” He got up and pressed his chest on her back as he fixed up the beat. When he finished he played it back. It sounded perfect. “Like I said–” 

Violeta cut him off, pulling him to a kiss. The kiss was messy. The urgency between them increased as lust quickly took over as their kiss intensified. He held her in place with his hips. She pulled him closer by his shirt, wanting more of him. She moaned in his mouth when she felt his fingertips brush her panties. 

Jack nipped and sucked down her neck to find her sweet spot. He barely caught her strangled moan when he nipped the spot between her jaw and neck. He repeated his actions, earning a louder moan from her. He pulled away and pushed her down on the soundboard. Jack peeled off her thong, tossing it behind him. He got down on his knees and pulled Violeta closer to her. He placed her legs on his shoulders. 

“Every desert has an oasis and I think I found mine.” He told her. 

Without breaking eye contact he spit on her entrance and dug in. He devoured her like he'd been in the desert for an eternity and she was the only who could satisfy his hunger and thirst. Violeta gripped his curls, keeping his head in place as she lifted her hips.  

After a while Jack sat up and pushed her legs to her chest, so she was more exposed to him. With one hand, he pulled down the top part of her dress, exposing her breasts. He roughly squeezed them as he continued to eat her out. His nose pressed on her clit, making her a moaning mess. Minutes passed when he finally slid his middle and ring finger in her. With his fingers still fucking her at an agonizing slow pace, he sat Violeta up and brought her mouth to his. Jack's beard was dampened by her arousal, a few drops fell onto her neck, rolling down to her chest. 

“I'm close…shit—Jack!” She whimpered and reached down to his wrist.

She tightly gripped the edge of the counter as she came. Once her high faded, Jack let go and let her lean into him. He slipped his fingers out of her and licked them clean, moaning at how delicious she tasted. 

“Face the sound board.” Jack said and Violeta complied.

She got down and turned around facing the glass wall infront of them. There was a faint reflection and Violeta watched him take off his shirt and pushed down his pants. She looked over her shoulder and saw him stroking his length. 

Violeta's jaw nearly dropped at the size of his cock. She heard the crinkling of a condom wrapped then she felt his breath on her shoulders when he approached, standing behind her. His hand gently pushed her down onto the table and her cheek pressed against the cool wood. 

“Ready?” He asked her. 

“Yes.” she nodded eagerly, making him chuckle. 

Jack slid into her and Violeta let out a  pornographic moan. He smirked, grabbing at her hands to pin them behind her back for balance as slowly fucked her. Within minutes, she wanted to tap out, he was more than she could handle, but at the same she couldn’t get enough of him. Jack let go of her hands and his hands gripped her waist as he slowly rocked into her. As the minutes passed, his thrusts got rougher, and Violeta couldn’t hold back. She begged Jack to keep fucking her at that slow and rough pace she never knew existed. 

She pushed back rougher to meet his thrusts. He gripped her hips with one hand while the other went back down to her clit. Jack worked his fingers roughly as he pushed his hips into Violeta. He buried his face in her neck, kissing her sweet spot. Her quiet praises filled the room, egging him on. She quietly whimpered his name, lazily meeting his thrusts before her orgasm took over. 

“Who’s the only guy who can fuck you like this?” Jack asked. He leaned over, pressing his chest against her back.

“You.” She said breathlessly. 

“What’s my name?” He asked in a possessive tone.

“Jack.” Violeta whimpered.

“No one else gets to fuck you like this.” He egged her on. 

“No one else.” she agreed. 

“Not Nickie.” Jack grunted. “Just me.”

“Only you Jack.”

Those three words were enough to send Jack over the edge. He moaned out her name. His thrusts got sloppy and finally he pulled out, resting his hands on either side of Violeta's body on the table as he leaned forward, hunching over and catching his breath. After few minutes he pulled off the condom, tossing it in a trash bin, and put on his clothes once more. 

He opened his notebook and continued, “So I as I was saying…”

*** Three Months Later ***

At midnight, or nine pm Pacific time, Violeta’s sophomore album, Oasis, comes out. She only released two singles off the album: a random ballad and her song with Jack. Their song became an instant hit, debuting at number one and it remained at number one for six weeks. They were currently nominated for a few VMAs for their song and collab. For all her successes, her team is hosting an album release party/listening party in LA for her and the other artists she worked with on her album. 

Violeta was dressed to the nines in an ice blue halter mini dress with feathers all over. She wore silver strappy heels that wrapped around all the way her thighs. She was the only one that color. She jokingly told her manager that she wanted everyone else in black or white when they were planning her party. Her manager made it happen for her, and everyone who wasn't in black or white, was turned away. 

She spotted Jack at table with his friends and Nickie. After they hooked up, they never spoke about it. He acted like nothing happened and when they were in public he made it clear they were only friends. She wouldn't have cared; she's a professional and knew how to act, but what gotnher was that he was right. He ruined sex for her no one lived up to him. 

“Are you going to stop eye fucking him anr finally to fuck you again?” Cleo asked Violeta. 

“I wasn’t eye fucking him.” Violeta said, fluffing out the feathers in her dress. 

“It's okay to admit you have a think for him.” Her best friend reassured her.

“But I don't.” she denied. 

“Keep telling yourself that.” 

Before she could say anything Violeta’s manager grabbed her wrist and pulled to away.

“Okay, ten seconds.” Violeta’s manager yelled in a mic to get everyone’s attention. 

She gathered everyone around to the dance floor. She counted off until and it was finally 9pm. Her manager went on to make a speech about how proud of Violeta she was and how grateful she was of watching grow into the artist she is. She signaled the DJ to play the album. 

Violeta’s eyes Jack’s eyes from across the dance floor. She lifted her champagne flute at him as his voice echoed the room. 

“‘Who’s the only guy who can fuck you like this?”’

‘“You.”

‘“What’s my name?”’ 

It cut to the actual song before she actually said his name. She smirked and danced along with Cleo and her other friends. By song three she was tired and went to her VIP section to get a water. Tired of her heels, she sat on one of the couches. 

“Way to start your album with a climax.” Jack said, sitting next to her. He playfully nudged his shoulder agisnt hers. “Congrats by the way. Drama let me listen to it a few days ago and it’s fucking good. Did I understand 65% of what you were singing? No, but I fucked with it.” 

“Thanks, I really appreciate it and thank you for being a part of it. ”

“What AI program did you use to get my voice?” he asked curiously.

Violeta felt her whole body get hot. She g giggled nervously. “Apparently we recorded ourselves that one time and this producer suggested embed it the song.” 

Jack hummed in response. The pair sat in silence watching everyone else dance and vibe to Violeta’s album. Itnwas only the two of them in the VIP area.

“Why did you mention Nickie when you were fucking me?” She found herself asking Jack.

“I was jealous because every time we’re at the studio I try to talk to you, you ignore me and only talk to Nickie.” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“I didn’t ignore you.” she crossed her arms. 

“Yes, you did. I try to contribute something, but you were too focused on Nickie to notice. If you two are a thing, my bad for bending you over that night.” he shrugged. 

“Ew! Nickie is the brother I never had.” she pretended to gag. “He’s the last person I’d fuck.”

“Now I’m embarrassed for thinking that.”

“Was it also why you were a dick to me in the beginning?” Violeta asked him.

“As immature and pathetic as it sounds, yes. Not to toot my own horn, but in our friend group I’m the guy who gets the girls' attention first then the guys. I guess I got jealous that he knew you and you were comfortable around him.” he met her gaze. “I’m sorry for being rude to you and constantly picking fights with you. I’m well aware that shit was stupid.”

“Apology accepted.” she smiled softly. 

“I can apologize in a few different ways.” Jack smirked. 

Violeta gasped, feigning innocence. “Buy me dinner first. I’m a classy woman.”

“You used a recording of us fucking in your song, but if you want me to ask you out that’s you had to say.”

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[neon-lights-and-glitter]

After Party 

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

Word Count- 1.6k

Warnings- 18+ Pretty much only smut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jackman Harlow.” You teasingly scolded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, that’s not the reason I thought of, but that too.” Jack said, laughing as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You teasingly rolled your eyes before both of you walked out of the bathroom and back out to the party. Only spending another 30 minutes there before you both decided you would rather go back to your hotel room.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Off Limits

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: goofy giveon just doesn't know when to stop and this takes place during Cold Water

Synopsis: Giveon has crossed a major line once again and your husband is not going to stand for it

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my bby @nattinatalia 💕

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Wifey- thank you so much for the flowers. I love you so so much and I can't wait to see you tomorrow 😘💕

Jack was extremely confused while looking down at your text message because he didn't remember sending you any flowers.

Not that he didn't do it periodically.

He did it before every show you had, your birthday, your anniversary, and simply because he wanted to.

He was currently finishing up his festival run while you were in New York attending an event. It was rare that the two of you didn't attend events together, but this time Jack's schedule just wasn't allowing it.

He was currently in New Jersey, so not too far away from you but still missing you nonetheless.

Jack didn't even know how to respond to the text and he was getting heated trying to think of who would be so bold to send you flowers knowing that Jack would be ready to kick their asses. 

Just then Urban walked in and saw the startled look on his face.

"What's going on?"

Even though you and Urban weren’t really on the best of terms right now, he was still going to protect you to the best of his ability.

"Y/N sent me a text thanking me for the flowers I sent her but the thing is… I didn't send anything."

"Oh shit."

"I didn't even respond to her."

"So, who do you think did?"

"I have no idea but for her to think that I sent them there has to be some type of note attached to them. But she knows that I usually sign them the same way every time. No one knows that, but her."

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y/ninsta: I have the best husband in the world jackharlow and this definitely made me smile. I'm seriously missing my stink and can't wait to see him 🥺

saweetie: jackharlow SIMPPPPPPP

giveon: pretty flowers for a pretty girl

jackharlow: giveon are you lost?

giveon: jackharlow just calling it like I see it

jackharlow: giveon and you can see yourself the fuck off my wife's post

saweetie: 👀

jackharlowsource: oh goodness, here we go

allthingsy/n: let him know Jack! Y/N is OFF LIMITS!!

druski2funny: y/ninsta he ain’t even sign it, how you know I didn’t send them?

y/ninsta: druski2funny when have you ever sent me flowers?

druski2funny: y/ninsta there’s a first time for everything

claybornharlow: y/ninsta it was me. I sent them. you’re welcome and I miss you too.

danivalentine: clayborn!!!!!

y/ninsta: claybornharlow love you my favorite Harlow child!

Jack tried not to let it bother him for the rest of the day and would simply ask you about it later, but that didn’t last long when Shloob showed him a picture that Giveon posted right when he got off stage from performing. 

The picture was of you and Danielle and apparently Giveon was at the same event too.

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giveon: this is a real nice black carpet event 😍

saweetie: just wait until jackharlow sees this shit. TAKE THIS DOWN NEOW

giveon: saweetie I didn’t do anything wrong

allthingsy/n: oh nuh uh giveon jack has no hesitations to kick your ass for disrespecting his wife and his marriage. he will hurt you over his baby.

druski2funny: giveon be ready to catch all the smoke, privategarden don’t play about her and neither do any of us

giveon: hmm that’s funny because he is literally nowhere around

jackharlowsource: giveon why do you stay choosing violence?

jackandy/naremyparents: I’m tired of people messing with my parents smh

“Who the fuck does he think he is to do this shit? He didn’t learn from the time before when I cussed his ass out?”

“Apparently not.”

“Now if I would have known that he was going to be there, I would have definitely went… matter of fact. We’re going now.”

“Wait, what?”

“We’re going back to the hotel to get ready and then we’re going. I did get an invite, so we’re doing this.”

“Okay, we get there and then what?! You just about to beat his ass?”

“If it comes to that, yes. My wife is off limits and I’m tired of people acting as if I haven’t said that a million times over. He has always been disrespectful towards her and I’m ending this shit tonight.”

“Hold on, let’s think about this.” 2fo said while trying to be the voice of reason.

“What is there to think about? I don’t want my wife near him so let’s go. Urb, I get that you two aren’t really seeing eye to eye right now, however….”

“I’m going because I don’t like him either and none of us want him near her, might be upset with her, but I’m going to protect her regardless.”

“Shit, say less.”

Just then Neelam walked over to see why Jack was so upset and how everyone was trying to calm him down.

Jack explained the situation and Neelam shook her head in disbelief.

“You literally need to be on a plane in the next four hours. Y/N is a grown woman who can handle herself, she isn’t some damsel in distress. Give her more credit.”

“Y/N is a little slow at times. She doesn’t really know when people are flirting with her sometimes, hint hint, Miami.”

“Look, just don’t do anything that is going to make my job harder.”

“Well tell goofy giveon and trashnitta to stop stressing our favorite couple out.”

“Neelam, we need suits.”

“Let me call Luna and see what she can do.”

Within an hour and a half, Jack and PG were now pulling up to the event that was already underway and made their way inside. He spotted you near the bar with Danielle sipping on your drinks and laughing when he looked over to the left and saw Giveon making his way over to approach you.

“Uh Jack?”

“Just wait a minute. I’ll let him get to her first before I go over there.”

“Shit, this is about to be a fucking mess. Can we just make sure we don’t get kicked out? I highly doubt that we’ll get an invite next year.” Quiiso said while watching Giveon approach you.

“Stop stalling Jack. Got damn, go get her!”

“Kick his ass!”

“NO, DO NOT DO THAT WITH ALL THESE WHITE PEOPLE IN HERE!”

“Jack is white the last time I checked!”

“But we’re not and you know how society looks at us! Of course if he starts fighting, we have to jump in!”

“Unless Y/N slaps Giveon first.”

“I doubt it because Jack won’t even let it get to that point.”

Jack then walked over to where you were and since you were facing away from him, he wrapped an arm around your waist just as Giveon had approached you.

You turned around startled to see your husband and then looked behind him to see PG who simply waved at you.

“Baby?! What are you doing here?” You asked while he leaned down to kiss you.

“I just thought I’d make an appearance since I had a little bit of time. Hey Dani. What’s going on here?”

“Hey, not much, Giveon was just about to mention his new tour is about to start.”

“Oh, didn’t even see you there. But, let me ask one question.”

“Oh, shit.” Danielle muttered underneath her breath and you were starting to get a little nervous and glanced back at PG with wide eyes.

PG had now moved closer and they were all literally behind you watching the scene unfold and ready to intercede if they were needed ever since you had given them that look.

“And what’s that?” Giveon asked and it didn’t even look like he was nervous, he was shorter than Jack and had to look up at him but wasn’t backing down.

“Do you like going after married women? Because I thought I made myself loud and clear the last time for you to stay away from my wife.”

“Oh damn, it’s happening.” Shloob said while he decided to order a drink to calm his nerves.

“I’m literally just making small talk, no harm in that.”

“Baby…” You said trying to interrupt, but Jack simply shook his head at you and you knew there was no talking him back off this cliff. You looked over at your big sister in a panic and all she did was shake her head. 

“But, there is especially when you are constantly disrespectful towards her and I don’t like that shit. You made your way over here knowing good and damn well you shouldn’t have.”

“So your wife can’t have friends?”

“Her friends are behind her right now and will kick your ass if you so much as glance her way one more time for the night. I’m being nice because I will kick your ass right now. Remove yourself from our presence immediately.”

Giveon just gave a small smirk and shook his head.

“So, Y/N, this is who you married?”

“NAH HOLD THE FUCK UP.” Shloob, 2fo, Ace, Nemo, and Quiiso were now all standing up wanting for him to continue.

“Don’t fucking speak to her and right now Jack is being nice enough to let you walk away. We don’t play about our girl.”

“His pretty boy ass is not about to do shit.”

“Who the fuck…” Jack started to say, but you immediately cut him off. 

“Hold on now,” You stated while getting up from your seat as you were holding Jack back for dear life while PG was just about to let him go as Danielle was sipping on her drink just watching.

“Yes this is who I married and you need to respect that. I have never been disrespectful towards you and you said that his pretty boy ass isn’t about to do shit? Keep that same energy once we’re not in here with all of these cameras. You have come for my husband for the first and the last time. Walk away if you know what’s good for you because right now I’m holding him back. If I let him go, your ass is grass and because of your reputation, no one in here is about to stop him from knocking you into the next century.”

“Alright then, I’ll go. But one last question. How did you like the flowers I sent?”

“You…”

“Baby, don’t.” You said while cutting Jack off as Giveon walked away smirking. 

Once he was out of earshot, you then turned to your husband who clearly had a pissed off look on his face.

“Pookie, just calm down for a second. Please. I know he gets under your skin. Don’t act up with all these white people in here, then they’ll be like well you know he got a black wife and that’s where he gets it from.” You said while trying to make him laugh and you succeeded.

“We said something similar earlier!” Ace mentioned as he leaned in to give you a hug.

“I just… I love yall so much and thank you for that. We were getting a little uncomfortable until yall showed up.”

“He got some nerve sending those damn flowers to your hotel room.”

“And you know it didn’t click that it wasn’t from you until after I had posted it. I was like wait a minute…. He didn’t sign it like he usually does.”

“Let me catch his ass outside.”

“BABY!”

“Look, I have no reason to lie to you about what I would do if I did.”

“I know, but sidenote, my baby looks so damn good.” You said while reaching up to kiss him. 

“Here they fucking go.” 2fo said and rolled his eyes.

“I could say the same about you. That damn dress doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination and I think a lesson is in order that needs to be taught.”

“EW!” Dani said and rolled her eyes before making a gagging sound.

“You want a niece or a nephew don’t you? So cut the shit.”

“Yall still nasty regardless.”

“Anyway, I think I got my point across, but we’ll see. Next time I won’t be so nice.”

“You call that nice?”

“To my standards, yes.”

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jackharlow: Just had to make sure my point got across from the other night. The show was amazing by the way but now my baby y/ninsta is going to put on a show for my eyes only tonight. 

saweetie: JACKKKKKKKKK NOOOO YOUUU DIDN’T!!!

jackharlow: saweetie I did lol

normani: I am fucking screaminggggg 😭

lilnasx: I- what is this?! 😂

allthingsy/n: WAS Y/N THERE TOO?!

jackharlowsource: allthingsy/n no she was out with neelamthadhani and danivalentine lol so this was Jack’s perfect opportunity oh and of course he had privategarden with him they were in there DEEP

druski2funny: I told you they don’t play about her and neither do we. hope you learned your lesson lol

jackandy/naremyparents: do we even know if Y/N knows? Lmaoooo

jackharlowsource: well she does now lol

theestallion: this shit is so petty, I love it lol

“BABYYYYYY!”

“Yes mamas?”

“What in the world did you say to him and why is he making that face? When did yall take this pic?!”

“I went to his concert baby since that was the first show while you went out with Neelam and Dani and uh well I just made sure that he understood what we spoke about the other day.”

“I....”

“You don’t have to worry about him bothering you anymore mamas.”

“Jack.... is that..... baby why is there a scratch on your arm and where did it come from? Did you... did you fight him?!”

“Baby girl, what’s the next color you want for your Birkin?”

“JACKMAN THOMAS!”

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[alreadyjackbestfriend]

damage control; aka fake girlfriends

Pairing: Jack Harlow x reader

Synopsis: urban reveals jack's big secret, so he's forced to do some damage control

Genre: angst?? fluff?? idk girls... one thing i know -> FRIENDS TO LOVERS

Warnings: idk if it's any, let me know

Jack, Urban, Neelam and you were in the front lounge of the tour bus, it was 2 a.m and half an hour ago you decided to play a game of questions to spend the time. the four of you were having a little drink, just to make things a little more fun.

-what is your favorite part of your body?-neelam asked.

-oh, I don't think I have one really- you answered first, being totally honest. If you had been completely sober, you wouldn't have said it, because you didn't want your friends to think you were saying it for attention. the thing is, totally sober you could have thought about some part of your body, but sometimes alcohol had a different effect on you, making you a little depressed and insecure.

-come onn, y/n-urban whined- you have such beautiful eyes, and your nose is so cute-he said, pinching your nose. you just giggled.

-oohh-neelam said- i think somebody is in love?-she teased him.

-nah, that's jack-urban answered, throwing his weight on the back of the booth, unconcerned.

you felt as if your heart had stopped, but you tried not to react, just watching Jack's reaction warily, but with your heart pounding.

-shut up man-Jack said, not giving him too much attention, or so he tried to pretend, while his heart was pounding as hard as yours.

-I’m just telling the truth-Urban said, smirking.

-okay, next question!- Neelam exclaimed, feeling the tension in the air.

After a while, the four of you went to sleep, but you spent the whole night staring at the ceiling of your bunk, not knowing that Jack was doing the same thing next to you, just the small hallway and the curtains separating you.

The next day, Urban woke up with a bad headache, and only got worse when neelam reminded him what he had done last night.

-You have to apologize to Jack- neelam said, serious- I already talked to him and he didn't want y/n to find out. Luckily for you, though, she didn't take it seriously.

The first thing Urban did after getting dressed was look for Jack, guilt rising in his throat.

-I’m so fucking sorry-was the first thing urban said when he saw his best friend.

-You’re a jerk, you know that, right?-Jack said, annoyed.

-Yes, I know.

-Good, now you have to help me do damage control.

-What do you mean?

*****

It had only been a month since that night, and a few days later you had to return home for a family emergency, but you were back after a couple weeks. However, you had not expected to return to find what you had found.

Jack introducing you to his girlfriend.

Truth is, Jack would always try his hardest to make you jealous, and you always were, but you never let it show. Meanwhile, Urban has always known the feelings his best friend had for you, his other best friend, but he wasn't sure about yours, you were really hard to read, even after all the years of friendship. You had never said anything to Urban, because you knew it would be like telling Jack; Urban was your best friend, but he would never be able to hide that information from him, he was like his right hand after all.

despite always being jealous, you were fine...or so it was until that day, when Jack introduced you to his girl… the first girl he officially made his own, his girlfriend. Until that day, no girl had lasted more than a day, and in rare cases, a week (which had happened probably one time only). Your mind kept thinking where she had come from, if you were always with him, or how, if he had met her while you were away, had she become his girlfriend in less than a month. Was it love at first sight? You were still thinking about what Urban had said a month ago, had it been a joke? a cruel prank? or was it real, but now this girl who had stolen Jack's heart had arrived?

But the thing is, you were clever, very clever, and even with your heart constantly speaking to you, your mind was faster and could tell that none of this seemed genuine. the thing you couldn't figure out was...why? If they were a PR couple or something similar, why not tell you?

right now, everyone was backstage waiting for Jack's presentation, you were sitting next to Urban, while Jack was on another sofa, "distracted" with his girlfriend, not paying attention to what Neelam was saying. Jack was never distracted when it came to his work, so your mind began to doubt again, maybe it was real after all.

you snorted, and decided to turn your attention to your phone. Meanwhile, Urban was nodding at Jack with a smile, letting him know that the plan was working.

******

One of the things your parents taught you best was to hide your feelings, feelings were a problem, so they had to be put aside. As a consequence, another month had passed and Jack's plan had achieved nothing with you, at least not externally.

“It’s been a month, Urban, this is not working” jack said, desperate.

“Well, if you had the balls to tell her how you feel, none of this would be necessary.” Urban answered, looking at his cell phone, and Jack hit him on the head, “ouch, why was that?” he complained, putting his hand on his head.

“For being a bad friend”

“i'm just telling you the truth, jack, that's what good friends do” urban spoke this time looking him in the eye. Jack sighed.

“maybe I should take this further” he suggested

“what do you mean?” urban asked, worried, remembering that when he had asked his friend that question a while ago, it had resulted in a fake relationship.

“maybe I should pretend that I asked Victoria to marry me or something”

“dude” urban said, looking at him with no expression on his face, “that's too far”

“Then, what do I do?!” jack responded, almost yelling. he took his hair between his fingers, desperate.

“just tell her!” his friend told him, exasperated. Suddenly, a light went on in Jack's brain.

“I know, the four of us will go on a little trip to the beach” he said, with a devilish smile.

“yeah, that's exactly what i told you to do” Urban rolled his eyes.

***

you didn't know why you had accepted, but here you were, on the way to the beach with Urban, Jack and his girlfriend. Jack had one of your playlists on, and from time to time he would look at you in the rearview mirror, smiling when he saw you sing.

But suddenly, the car was silent. Victoria had stopped the music, and seemed to be looking for something on Jack's phone. A few seconds later, a song that none of the three of you knew began to play. Jack looked in the rearview mirror again, you weren't singing anymore, and Urban had stopped nodding his head to the beat of the music. The rest of the ride everyone was silent.

When you guys got to the place where you were going to stay, Jack saw that you had fallen asleep on Urban's shoulder and inadvertently, his breath hitched as he tried to shake off the sudden jealousy. He knew you were just friends, but he wanted to be in Urban’s place.

Urban woke you up so you could get your stuff out of the car and into your room. The plan had been to arrive early to spend most of the day at the beach, so after you dropped off your things, you went to the bathroom to wash the sleep from your face, and then you locked yourself in your room to put on your bikini.

After applying sunscreen, and getting dressed again, you went down to the living room where Jack and Urban were waiting.

“you ready?” jack asked, and you nodded with a smile. He smiled back at you.

“Victoria is not ready yet?” you asked, pretending that saying her name didn't close your throat in anguish.

“apparently, no” urban said, annoyed. You could tell he didn’t like her, and you couldn’t blame him, it wasn’t because she was Jack's girlfriend, but objectively she wasn't nice to either of you two. but you were still surprised, you had always seen that if Jack liked something or someone, Urban approved of it, but not this time.

“I'm going to see what's taking her so long” jack said, sighing.

after half an hour, the four of you went down to the beach. When Jack was planning the trip, he had found a quiet beach, without much attention from tourists, and where it could be reached by only one road, so there were few people, which was very beneficial, especially for Jack.

Urban and Victoria were swimming in the sea, while you sunbathed, and Jack hid under a sunshide. you knew enough time had passed for you to reapply the sunscreen, but you didn't want to ask jack to apply it to the parts you couldn't reach, it seemed inappropriate, however, Urban didn't seem to want to get out of the sea anytime soon. You began to slowly apply sunscreen all over your body, hoping for a miracle that would bring Urban back, but that didn't happen. You foolishly tried to reach your back with your hands, but it was in vain. You heard Jack sigh.

"let me" he said, taking the bottle from your hands, “lay down” he instructed you, and you swallowed hard before lying on your stomach, leaving your back at his disposal. You shivered as you felt Jack's icy hands touch your skin, and you heard him chuckle.

you could tell he was taking his time, giving you a massage rather than just spreading the sunscreen. Although you tried to hold it back, a moan escaped your lips, and you heard Jack take a deep breath.

“y/n…” he said softly, almost as if out of breath.

but the spell was quickly ended by a shrill voice.

"what are you doing?" Victoria asked, causing Jack to take his hands off your back and you to sit up quickly. Urban was beside her looking at you with a smirk.

"uhmm..."

"I asked Jack if he could put sunscreen on my back" you lied, you didn't want to tell her that he did it on his own initiative, in case that got him in trouble.

"Well, you have another friend too, why did you have to ask my boyfriend?"

"Victoria, don't be rude" Jack told her

"I'm sorry, I just didn't want to interrupt Urban" you replied

"You have nothing to apologize for, y/n" Jack assured you, “could you behave?” Jack said in a whisper to Victoria and she rolled her eyes.

Urban sat next to you moving his eyebrows up and down suggestively, and this time it was you who rolled your eyes.

*****

While on the beach, the four of you had agreed that every night of the trip would be movie night, unless another plan spontaneously came up. So after dinner, Jack asked you and Urban to pick the movie, while he chatted with Victoria on the second floor... or rather, yelled at each other.

"oh, I haven't seen this one" you said to Urban, pointing to the movie that had a picture of Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson on the cover, "a friend told me it was good", although you seemed focused on looking for a movie, in your mind you wondered what could be going on upstairs, but you didn't want to seem like a gossip.

"ok, we'll see this one then" Urban said, while strong footsteps were heard on the stairs. After a few seconds, Jack sat down next to you.

"This woman…" he sighed, and you looked at him worriedly.

"You could do so much better, mate" Urban said, pointing his head at you, without you noticing.

“yeah…” was the only thing jack said, “have you already picked the movie?” he said, quickly changing the subject, while other footsteps were heard on the stairs.

“yeah” you answered, smiling shyly, and he smiled at you.

“let’s watch it then”

The movie was in its final stretch, and Jack could hear the sniffles of Victoria beside him, but you didn't make a sound. Slowly, he turned his head towards you, and great was his surprise to see your face bathed in silent tears.

"are you crying?" he whispered to you, asking dumbly, like he couldn't see you.

Jack had only seen you cry twice in your life, maybe even just once... when your puppy of six months had been killed by a reckless driver, and now, while watching another dog die on screen.

“No” you answered, drying your tears with the fist of your sweatshirt.

“come here” he said in a whisper, holding you. you were grateful that Victoria was so invested in the film and let you enjoy this moment with Jack. You hugged him back and breathed in his scent. Your broken heart stopped crying for the sad story of the movie, and started crying for the man who was in your arms. Yes, now he was hugging you and not his girlfriend, but after all, she would be the one he would spend the night with, not you.

[lowkeycasanova]

little too excited

plot: Vinnie gets jealous over your interaction with Jack Harlow

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After meeting Vinnie, there was rarely a moment when you got starstruck anymore. You've lived in LA for a while now, so you tend to see celebrities out and about. And while being with Vinnie, going to events gets you up close and personal with some of these people. So you tend to lose the fan-girly type attitude after some time.

Now, that wasn't to say that you don't get nervous at all around certain people. One time, Vinnie had invited you to an event and it turns out that he was mutual friends with one of your favorite actresses.

Vinnie thought it was so cute at how quiet you got. And honestly, being at these things helped you both come out of your shells.

**

One night, Vinnie surprised you with tickets to Jack Harlow's sold out LA concert for the Come Home The Kids Miss You tour. To say you were excited was an understatement. You'd been a fan of Jack's for some time now. You had even introduced Vinnie to most of his music and he became a fan also.

You spent so long trying to figure out what to wear, what hairstyle you were gonna have, and even contemplated on making a sign. Anything to possibly get Jack's attention. You even listened to his album on repeat leading up to the show.

Vinnie thought nothing of it. He was just happy that you were happy.

"So, how we feeling about this one?" you asked him when you came out the bathroom on the night of the show, referring to your outfit.

You had on black cargo pants with a white cropped tank top that showed more midriff than you normally would. You even opted for false lashes instead of mascara to make your eyes pop. To add, you even had on eyeshadow (that you never wore tbh), you put more of your ear piercings in, and had gotten your nails done.

"You...look..." Vinnie couldn't even get the words out.

You looked good. Beautiful, as usual, but it was a different look for you. Vinnie started to wonder what the hell was so special about this concert.

"It's not too casual, is it? And I've had these pants for a while now but couldn't find a reason to wear them." You looked at him as he seemed to be processing what you were saying. "Well?"

"You look great. Like you always do." he breathed. He disregarded his insecurities as he walked up to you and gave you a kiss, before you could try to change your outfit.

You two were wearing the same colors and were lowkey matching.

Pulling back from his lips, you said. "There will be more time for that later. Let's go!"

Traffic in LA was bad so if you wanted to get there on time, you'd have to leave now. The pre-show jitters came back and you grabbed your wallet and left out the room, leaving Vinnie behind.

He huffed, but knew that you'd tell him that he was being silly for feeling like this.

When y'all walked into the venue, Vinnie was catching glances of people who recognized him, as they whispered to one another excitedly and pointed at him. It wasn't long until a bunch of girls started to surround him and ask for pictures. It completely went over his head that there were going to be so many teenage girls here. He would feel really bad saying no to people, so endured it for a little bit, until he saw you standing off to the side, waiting for him. Then he knew it was time to go. He felt better knowing that he was by your side.

**

You couldn't get over the fact that Vinnie had gotten floor seats and Jack wasted no time getting this concert started. From that point on, you were jumping up and down, your eyes remained glued to Jack's movements on stage, rapping along with him, knowing every word. You were in your element. And it's like Vinnie forgot about how he was feeling before, as he was enjoying all of it also. He watched you as you watched Jack, with hearts in your eyes, and he couldn't even blame you.

Now it was time for the intermission.

The atmosphere was quieted down somewhat but it was still hype.

Jack walked to the edge of the stage and said, "Los Angeles are we having fun tonight?"

The response he got was cheers from the crowd, waving of hands, and a 'hell yeah' from an audience member.

Jack smiled and brought the microphone back up to his lips. "I feel like now would be a good time to play a game."

The crowd cheered again.

"Yeah...we need to play a game."

You twiddled your thumbs and looked over at Vinnie, wondering what Jack could be talking about.

"I'm curious," Jack said as he went and brought out a basketball. "Do we got any shooters in the house?"

People went crazy and you started to laugh, still holding your phone to film.

So that's why there was a basketball goal up there.

"Because I wanna get some people up here and if they make their shot, they get some merch and free tickets to any show." Jack eyed the crowd and everyone was waving their hands to get picked.

He chose a girl on your far right side. "How 'bout you come up here."

And then a guy on the other side. "And you too. You look like a shooter."

You were so happy for them and excited to see how this went down, but he was still scanning the room for one more person. You watched his eyes and they landed on you, the pace of your heartbeat quickening.

"And you," he pointed with a big smile. "I want you up here."

The crowd cheered for you and you hesitated for a second but decided against saying 'no' off instinct. You looked at Vinnie and his arm left your shoulders as you handed him your phone so he could record, before being escorted to the stage.

Jack had seen the interaction between you two and gave Vinnie a look as if to ask, "you don't mind of I steal her for a second, do you?"

**

You couldn't play basketball to save your life. Vinnie knew this as you played him one on one before.

Even though this wasn't a game and it was just shooting free throws, it was still nerve racking. Not only were you not the best at this in general, but now you had a whole arena of people watching you.

One of them being Jack Harlow.

The game was just to see if you could make a free throw on the first try. And if you didn't, just keep shooting until you make it.

Jack gestured for you to come out to the middle of the stage with him. And honestly, as you looked out into the audience and saw people's encouraging, smiling faces and cameras out to record, it didn't make you feel as nervous.

"What's your name?" he asked and put the mic up to you.

'Y/N." you looked up at him. His 6 foot 3 self towered over you.

"Everyone give it up for Y/N!" he said and everyone cheered for you.

"You look real confident right now." he replied as the fingertips of his other hand grazed your shoulder and you wrapped an arm around his waist to hug him.

Guess you were better at hiding your nerves than you thought.

"Alright Y/N, you ready?"

You nodded and walked over to the free throw line.

"You got this." Jack reassured you as he handed you the basketball and stood off to the side.

Taking a deep breath and bouncing the ball a few times before taking your shot. Your breath hitched in your throat. Jack anticipated the shot as it hit the rim and bounced against the backboard before going in.

You and Jack both jumped up and down and the lights and crowd went crazy. He opened up his arms and embraced you in a bear hug. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you, feeling his curly hair on your arms. A rush flooded your body and you completely forgot about the audience and it felt like it was only you and Jack.

He finally set you down and you saw his face was nearly red from smiling so hard.

"Give it up for Y/N!!" he shouted.

You also surprised yourself. There weren't many times you could get it in the first time.

A rush also flooded Vinnie's body. Yes, he was elated for you, but most of it was jealousy.

He had watched you from the time you got on stage, hoping that you'd scan the crowd for him, but never did. And Vinnie definitely noticed how Jack's hand seemed to linger on your shoulder, a little too long in his opinion.

Lastly, the hug y'all shared. You both seemed a little too excited.

If he was an outsider, y’all definitely looked like a couple.

It's really not that big of a deal, he thought to himself and rolled his eyes, internally.

Vinnie wanted to pull you close and show the guy onstage and everyone else that you were dating him. In love with him. And not anyone else.

He tried to conceal his feeling when you came off the stage and back to him, proudly holding the backstage pass in your hand to where you would go and collect the prizes that Jack promised. He gave you back your phone, to which he had recorded the whole thing for you and also gave you a hug, but keeping the PDA to a minimum.

**

"Thank you so much." you told Vinnie as your grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers. You brought his cheek up to your lips but couldn't kiss the the way you wanted to because you were smiling so much.

You didn't notice how quiet he was during the second half of the show, but you noticed it now. You figured he was tired but you don't know how considering you were still on a high.

In the car, you had your new tote bag which held your new shirt, both from the merch stand that you won. Speaking of that, when you were in line to get it, a handful of girls came up to you and commented on that whole episode.

"That hug was insane."

"He definitely caught feelings."

"That was so cute."

"You won at life."

You still couldn't believe that's how you met Jack.

You lost yourself in your thoughts, playing it over and over again in your head, and looking through the pictures and videos to see what highlights you would put on social media.

"I still can't believe tonight." you sighed and leaned against the head rest.

"Yeah..." Vinnie said, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his lips.

What if you fantasized about dating Jack? It wasn't too far off. Jack was only four years older than him.

His thoughts began to spiral.

"Vin? You okay?"

"Yeah I'm good." He replied but didn't look at you. Even though it was night time and the only light illuminating his face were the street lights, you could still read his facial features and tell something was up.

"Are you okay? Did you not like it."

"Show was fine." he answered back.

Now you knew what this was about. "You're not jealous are you?"

Yes.

"No. Why would I be?"

"You know I love you right?"

"Oh come on, don't think how I didn't see how tight that hug was."

"Okay, so I had a fangirl moment. I'm sure the girls that met you before the show had that same feeling."

You got him there and he knew it.

When he pulled up to the house, he finally looked over at you and you smiled at him with reassurance.

"You know I love you." you said, this time, a statement.

He unlocked the doors and helped himself out. "Sure."

"Wow." you gasped, faking hurt.

He opened the door to the house, walking inside and you have to try to catch up to him. You think he might actually be pissed until you realize that he did that so you wouldn't see his smile.

"Hey," you said and grabbed his hand to turn him around to you. "I meant what I said."

He sighed. "I know. I'm sorry."

"I know that Jack can be flirty, alright? But honestly...I didn't think he was. I think he was just being hella friendly. And I'm sorry if I got too carried away. I really was just excited."

He relaxed his arms and pulled you in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with his hair the the base. "You know I could never stay mad at you."

You were about to pull away but he was quick to pull you up, just like Jack had done at the concert, and you giggled in his arms.

"You're lucky I still have a lot of energy for tonight." you laughed.

[nalaniisthebest]

Can you do one where jacks BEREAL goes off during sex and reader has hickies all over her and their friends react?

note: my bad for the late response, i rarely look through all my notifications but yesss!!

smut obvi!!!

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a harsh slap landed on my ass as i bounced on jacks dick. “just like that ma, fuck.” jack growled attacking my neck again. my fingers got tangled with the curls on the back as a loud moan came out. “jack, fuck!” his hands gripped my ass again, but this time they guided me up and down. the sound of our skin slapping together echoed throughout the room so loudly that our neighbors could probably hear.

i felt a tingly sensation start to consume my body as movements slowed down. “not yet baby.” jack said breathlessly. i clenched around him making him groan. “wait for me, im almost there.” he demanded as i just moaned in response. he held my hips down as he harshly thrusted into repeatedly. “holy shit.” i loudly moaned resting my head againg his shoulder. “ight baby..” he started he said still harshly thrusting into me. “now!” jack and i didn’t hesitate cumming at same time..

{ }

“baby we missed the bereal..” jack said with disappointment in his voice, making me chuckle shaking my head. “here be in back camera!” he said rushing me as i was putting my bra on. “i don’t even have a shirt on..” “i don’t care, get in. i only have my friends on here anyways.” jack said as i rolled eyes standing in front of his phone. i quickly did a shocked face.

i could tell he already took the picture cause he put the camera out my face and just chuckled. “what?” i asked as he shook his head. “nothing” “lemme see the picture jackman.” i said with serious tone. he shrugged his shoulders, turning off his phone, and rested his head against our headboard. “you can see when you get out the shower.” he responds obviously trying not to laugh.

“i fucking swear..” i mumbled rolling my eyes walking to our bathroom..

{ }

i was out the shower blowing drying my hair, while the bereal jack and i took early had completely left my mind.. until my best friend texted me with a screenshot of jacks bereal. “damn..what we’re y’all doing before😏🗣️?” the message quickly popped up under the screenshot. in his bereal, you can see all hickies he left on my chest and neck.

“jackman thomas harlow!!” i loudly screamed his name, i could hear his heavy footsteps walking to the bathroom. he stood in the doorway with his arms crossed and the biggest smile on his face. “yes my love?” he asked acting as if he didn’t know why i just called out his government name like that. i stood there unamused with the straightest face.

“sooo..i’m guessing you saw my AMAZING bereal?” jack asked as i closed my eyes taking a deep breathe. “delete it.” i said as he walked behind wrapping his arms around my waist. “oh cmon ma.. you know you like my bereal being up.” jack started “i know you secretly like our friends seeing all those hickies on you, cause you want them all to remember who you belong to.” jack said leaving a kiss behind my ear. a smile creeped upon my face, knowing jack is right..

[cocainegirlsnblunts]

Smoothies In 1991

Jack Harlow - Officially meeting Jack

Interviewer: So can you two tell us where you first met and what were your first impressions on each other.

you started cracking up thinking about that day.

10/27/21.

After 2019 you weren’t so much in the spotlight, only because you chose too. You liked to be as private as possible and your work already got the recognition it deserved. Plus you’ve already done a few interviews here and there.

You were struggling with a lot at the time and the only option you had was to take a break from your career. You stayed lowkey, stopped posting, and anytime you were in a picture or anything it was RARE.

But anyway, 2021 you started to plan your comeback and so your friend Cole posted you on your Birthday

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colebennett happy 22nd birthday twin

And Cole has worked with many people, including Jack Harlow. Who you didn’t even know really but Cole had the amazing idea to take him to the Birthday Party your lovely Best Friend, Kali Uchis was throwing you.

Your Birthday is in late October so you always have a Costume Party. This year it was a Jazz Club/Old Hollywood themed.

Many people that you’ve worked with or have a bond with came. Here are some of the people who attended.

As you’re talking with friends, Cole approaches you with some people you’ve never met and didn’t really recognize.

“Yo Arlette” he yells.

“Cole Hey!!” you say noticing there’s some people behind him.

“Look I just wanted to introduce you to my boys here, you might know some of em, this is Jack, Jack Harlow.”

the world stopped spinning when you looked into his eyes, and you damn near lost your breath when he reached for handshake.

“Happy Birthday.” he says

“nice to meet you☺️☺️” omfg. LIKE WHO IS THIS???!??? you were screaming on the inside, last person you were geeking over was Jordan. (playboicarti)

“And then this is Urban and Druski” Cole continues to introduce you.

you greet them all with a smile and a nice to meet you, because like we mentioned earlier we aren’t so aware of the people poppin at the moment😬 but some knew you

“Hey I really love your work dude, New Choppa was insane” - Urban says

“Thank you so muchhh!” you say with a smile.

Fast forward the night, you took some pictures with your friends and everyone, including Jack because Cole insisted.

Cole posted it on his story and everyone was going crazy because this was your first appearance since 2019. (yk how we freak out when we see frank ocean, this is how everyone was reacting to you)

You: So yeah to break it all down, I wanted Jacks fine ass since the day I met him.

Jack’s Pov

At the time I was on the rise of my Career. The song I was featured on with Lil Nas X was the #1 song in the world. Got Nominated for hella stuff, got hella awards. I was really accomplishing my dreams.

My friend Cole Bennett, creator of Lyrical Lemonde, fucking legend. I’ve worked with him for the music video of What’s Poppin my first hit ever.

He had this friend, and I had known of Arlette because she was a big help in the artistic side of this industry and uh, Urban has mentioned her name to me before when he’d show me some album covers, or a music video but, i never knew the face behind all that was arlette’s beautiful self.

So it’s October, all these halloween parties are happening and Cole had hit me up and said, “Yo I have this friend, Arlette Viotto she works in the same category as me. I don’t know if you’ve heard of her but, she’s having a birthday party today at 9 PM they’re always really sick, i’d love for you to meet her man.

And me like I said I never even seen what she looked like, but I looked her up on google and I was sent to a whole different dimension looking at how beautiful she was. I was also appalled reading everything she was behind like damn I never knew. But I hit Cole back I said I am going to that party, we invited more of our friends and walking into this lil jazz club, they were playing that techno shit, it got turnt.

And I’m walking around I see hella people here, some people are coming to greet me ya know telling me congrats on being number one all that. Cole brings me to go meet this Arlette Viotto. And man was she even prettier in person.

Meanwhile Urban was over here fangirling, i remember. That shit was hilarious, but yeah I used my skills of eye contact and smooth talking. It was love at first sight.

okay first of all sorry for taking forever on this. I have gotten so unmotivated on like everything i been wanting to write about but here is what i have of this Jack Harlow series im attempting to do. I hope you love it and there’s more coming, trust and believe!!

[harlowcomehome]

“That should be me.”

collaboration with @youngharleezy 😉

“Y/N, listen to me! You never give me the room to talk” Jack groaned.

The two of you had been at odds for a little over an hour now, the progression growing more and more intense.

“You know what I’ve been through! You know why I’m questioning you! Instead of being patient you want to argue and yell, so fine. Let’s argue and yell!” You stood across from him with your arms crossed against your chest.

“Because that will solve what exactly?” He gave you a smug look that instantly annoyed you more.

“You’re the one that started it. I was fine until you came in here with your bullshit” you attempted to walk away but he followed you.

“Baby, please just let me explain myself” he tried a sweeter approach hoping that would change the mood.

You turn around, stomping up to him and pointing your finger at his face. “You don’t get to ‘baby’ me, Jack. You lost that privilege the minute that you were caught with your ex by the shade room!” You yell, biting the inside of your cheeks to hold in your tears.

Jack slowly lowers your hand from his face, still attempting to talk to you in a softer tone. “It wasn’t like that, Y/N. I ran into her while I was out with Urban.” He says calmly, hoping that you would fall for it.

You chuckle at his words, Jack lifting his eyebrow at you in confusion. “I don’t believe you.” You say calmly for the first time since the fight began, turning your back to him and walking back to your bedroom.

“If you don’t believe me, why are you still with me?” Jack says, causing you to freeze on your feet as your back remained to him, a huge gulp taking over your body.

“You’re right! I’m starting to question that myself” you responded sharply, Jack wasn’t prepared for that answer. You had caught him off guard and he was shocked at your reply.

“You can’t be serious Y/N.” He stood directly behind you, he was anxiously waiting for your response.

“Jack, I think it’s best if you leave” you said as your lip quivered and your voice began to tremble.

“Baby, please-“ he began to beg but you wouldn’t look at him. “I think we need time apart and I need you to leave” you shut your bedroom door trying your best not to take another look at him. You threw yourself into bed, sobbing while you heard your front door slam shut.

You slowly begin to flutter your eyes open, squinting at the light shining through your bedroom curtains. You raise yourself up slowly, looking to your side to find Jack not there. You quickly remembered what occurred just the night before, your big fight with Jack and you ultimately telling him you needed some time apart. Though it was your decision, you still felt somewhat regretful.

It wasn’t a rare occurrence that the two of you had a fight relating to his ex, but this was the first time you guys split over it. The fights usually ended in some form of make-up, and Jack falling asleep next to you like he always did.

You attempt to distract yourself, taking your phone off your night stand. You picked it up to find numerous notifications from your best friend which instantly worried you. She usually only blew up your phone this way if there was an emergency.

You instantly call her, not even reading the numerous text messages from her. It was only after one ring that she answered.

“Bitch, I’m on my way to your place right now! Is that asshole there right now?” She yells instantly into the phone, catching you off guard.

You sit up at that, beginning to question her frantic state. “What? Why?”

“Did you not see my texts? It doesn’t matter, I’m downstairs, let me in” she said frantically before hanging up.

You ran over to the front door, unlocking it and watching as she burst in the door. “HARLOW! COME OUT HERE YOU D-BAG!”

“He’s not here! What’s going on?” You shut the door quickly and followed her as she ran into your bedroom.

“Look at this shit!” She pulls her phone out of her pocket and hands it to you. Her arms are crossed and you can tell by her reaction that you’re about to be upset too.

The shade room strikes again!

They posted photos of Jack leaving the club with his ex, they were holding hands and as much as he tried to cover his face you’d notice his signature curls even without the dreaded caption.

“Looks like Jack Harlow and his ex fling are picking things back up again!” Your best friend mimicked in a joking voice. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

You sighed, “well, I feel like this is all my fault.” Your friend looked at you with a questionable look, so you further explain.

“We got in another fight about her last night. I told him we needed time apart.” You say casually, even though you felt your heart breaking right then and there. 

Your friend gives you a nod, leaving your bedroom with heavy steps. You follow behind her to see what she was about to do, to find her heading to your garage. She makes her way to the stack of folded boxes you had laying against the back wall, handing a couple to you as she picked up some herself. 

“You’re leaving him, Y/N. You and Jack are over. Let’s go pack his shit up.” She tells you, not even waiting for your reply as she makes her way back into your bedroom. 

“Wait!” You tell her, tossing the boxes on the floor. “He’ll come back. He always does. We’re not done. We can’t be,” you plead to her, the tears in your eyes already attempting to make an escape. 

Your friend pulled you into her arms causing you to release the sobs you were trying so hard to hold in since she gave you the news.

”You are so much better than this, Y/N. How many times has he told you not to worry about her? And look, you had every damn reason to be worried.” She whispers in your ear as you let all the tears you were holding in out. 

“I love him and he loves me,” you whisper back.

She pulls you back from her arms at your words, placing her hands on your shoulder to make you look at her directly. 

“He wouldn’t do this to you if he really loved you and you know that,” she tells you in a soft tone, really wanting you to hear her out. “You know this isn’t your fault right? At all?”

You give her a weak nod in understanding. You hated to admit it, but she was right. You didn’t think you had another fight with Jack in you anymore. This needed to be your last straw for your own sake. “So let’s pack his shit up and send him on his way, okay?” She asked and you nodded.

Truthfully, he didn’t have a ton at your place. He was always going back in fourth from your apartment to his own, he could never commit, which should’ve been your first red flag.

You and your best friend eventually packed three boxes before you were done.

“Don’t you have work soon?” You asked as you checked the time.

“I can call out if you need me” she reassured and you shook your head. “I’ll be fine, but I promise I’ll call you later with all the details” you sighed and she smiled at you. “You’re strong, you can do this!” She nodded before leaving.

You weren’t alone for long, like clockwork Jack eventually showed up at the apartment. You could tell he was hungover by the way he was acting when he walked in. He immediately saw the boxes, eyeing them and then you right away.

“I need you to leave. I saw those pictures, and I need you to leave” you said dryly avoiding his gaze. “I can’t be with you anymore.”

“I thought we broke up last night, I didn’t know what you meant I-“ he started to defend himself.

“You what? Decided to disrespect me one last time? Just go” you sighed, pushing the boxes toward him.

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Months (six to be specific) had gone by, and you’d been seeing someone new. He was also in the industry so the worry of seeing Jack around crossed your mind once in a while.

You just worried it would be in a professional setting, and you were worried about how all parties would react.

Luckily for you, the first time you saw Jack again you and your boyfriend were out getting coffee. Jack was picking up an order and you wouldn’t have noticed him if he wasn’t being surrounded by adoring fans.

He made eye contact with you, trying his best to focus on those standing in front of him was harder now that he spotted you.

He saw you happy, at peace and as much as his heart ached for you he knew you were better off without him.

“Jack? Baby? You ready to go?” His ex peered into the coffee shop, but you hadn’t noticed or cared. Jack swallowed, nodding at her and telling the fans goodbye.

As he left he watched you and your current boyfriend laughing together, thinking to himself “that should be me.”