“Baby— let go, loosen your legs!” Jonny can’t help but chuckle as she grabbed his strong forearms tightly.
“Jonny stop laughing and help me! It’s not funny!” She squeals, trying not entertain him.
He skates backwards like a pro, keeping her in between his arms the entire time, “Look like this, baby.” Making her watch his knees.
“Okay, I think I got it.” She bites her lip in anticipation, sounding a little bit nervous.
“I promise I won’t let you fall.” He brings her knuckles up to his lips, kissing them softly.
She nods, bracing her knees before gliding her skates on the smooth ice just like Jonny had shown her.
Jonny couldn’t help but smile, “You’re doin’ it baby!” His excitement giving her that boost of confidence as she sped up just a little, letting go of his arms gradually until just his fingertips touched hers.
Her arms flailed a little as she found her own balance with Jonny close to her. The rink was fairly empty at this time, only a group of middle schoolers skating in the far corner.
As they got closer and closer to the boards, she had very little space to slow down. Her skates wobbled slightly as she lost her balance, leaning toward Jonny for support.
“Jonny! Watch out!” She squeaked as she grabbed onto him, he pulled her into his chest the both of them crashing to the floor.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” His voice filled with concern as he lifted his head up, checking her face.
She giggled, “You took half the impact, Jonny! I’m fine.” She assures him, trying not to get distracted by the comprimising position they were in.
“Hey— I could kinda get used to this, huh?” He smirks, hand leaning down to grip at her thigh. She pats his chest, trying but failing to push herself up with the hold he had on her.
She gives him a playful glare, “Jonny we gotta get up somehow—“
“Gimme a kiss first, pretty girl.” He leans his head up towards her poutier lips as she leaned her head down to meet him halfway.
They began to pull away once they heard giggling and shouting in the corner, the middle schoolers heckling them to get a room.
Jonny shakes his head, huffing out a breath before grunting and helping her up slowly.
Hey! I wanted wanted to ask, do you write for the hockey guys? I saw your post
Hi! I actually haven’t started writing for them as of yet but I may in a month or so! I haven’t quite figured out all of their personalities yet 😩 but I do have a small piece I wrote for Pacer !
A/N: Here is the final version of the holiday smut! I apologize it took so long to post :(
Warnings: language, smut, 18+
She’d chosen the skimpiest elf costume to wear at their friend’s annual holiday party, Jack choosing to go as Santa this year.
She turned around at her vanity, smoothing her hands down the leather skirt that stopped right under her ass, the thong underneath doing nothing to conceal her. She thanked god her skirt didn’t have a zipper, barely getting it past her thighs as it was.
She bent over, lacing up her boots, unaware of Jack’s presence.
“Shit, baby—” He chuckles, pressing a hand to the base of her spine, making her arch for him as the velvet of his pants skimmed her exposed thighs. She grabs for his hand blindly, pulling herself up and turning around to face him.
“You like?” She hums, placing her palms flat against his chest clad in a plain white tanktop, the top half of his Santa suit still unbuttoned.
“You look sexy.” Bottom lip caught between his teeth, “Too sexy.” Eyes raking over her body.
“Come on.” She buttons his costume up for him, placing a chaste kiss to his lips and grabbing her purse off the bed. She led the way down their hallway with Jack very close behind nearly pressed against her body.
“Are you wearing any panties under that?” His calloused palm skims the back of her thighs, grabbing at the supple flesh.
She gasps as the rough action pulls her asscheeks apart, cool air hitting her most sensitive spot, “Baby! Yes, I am—“ She lifts her skirt up teasingly showing him the flimsy thong, “See.” Putting her skirt back down, throwing a flirty smile over her shoulder.
He let out a harsh breath, catching her by the waist pulling her flush against him, hand going up to her throat, “Good girl.” His words going straight to her throbbing clit as he held her in place tilting her head back by her jaw capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
His tongue softly massaging her own, a whimper bubbling at the back of her throat as he squeezed her throat before letting her go.
“Let’s go.” He wipes at his lip with his thumb, smirking knowing he had her right where he wanted. In a daze, she fixed her lipgloss, stumbling after him as her feet carried her on their own accord.
Outside, the cold air nipped at her exposed skin as he held the door to his car open, helping her get in before jogging to his side. She shivered slightly at the coolness of the seats though it felt good against her thighs. He drove with a hand resting on her thigh, caressing it every now and then making her squirm. She was already regretting putting on such a revealing outfit as it did nothing to hide how much she wanted him.
They arrived a few minutes later, pulling up to the lavish house that was hosting for the year. She adjusted her skirt and corset before grabbing Jack’s hand and walking up the steps.
The door opened, “Santa’s fuckin’ here! About damn time man, come on.” His friend opened the door, hugging both of them.
They greeted everyone around them, some girls dressed as reindeer or elves just like her while others opted for more conservative options. She conversated with the girls as they obsessed over her outfit, blatantly telling her Jack was gonna have her in all different positions later.
She sipped on her drink as she danced and made her way around to talk to guests, brushing up against Jack whenever she’d walk past.
“You’re such a fuckin’ tease y’know that?” He spoke in her ear, “Rubbing your ass on my dick all night. In front of our friends. Y’like that don’t you?” Her pussy clenched at his words alone and he knew it.
She could barely form a sentence, loving when he took control. She leaned up to kiss his lips once more, not saying anything else.
“C’mon, we need to take pictures! You guys look so cute!” Her friend grabs her arm, pulling them towards the Christmas themed set up in the foyer.
She sat Jack down on the throne, sliding her ass on his lap adjusting herself so that she was comfortable. They posed for pictures, his hands brushing up and down her thighs, lips pressed to her neck. He didn’t care for her friends being there, he was sure they all spoke about their sex life anyway.
“I got a pose for you—“ Without warning, Jack lifts her, turning her around motioning for her to lay across his lap. Her friend nearly drops her phone, gasping at his gesture but going with it nonetheless.
She arched her back slightly, Jack grabbing a handful of her ass, palming her. Her hands rested crossed on her lower back taking a few more pictures before letting her get up.
“You wanna be naughty?“ Jack hums against her lips, she tasted like peppermint and hot chocolate.
“Maybe.” She smirks, pushing the minty candy cane further in her mouth as he watched.
“Can’t wait to fuck you.” Hooded eyes watching her every move. The butterflies in her stomach only increased, waiting for him to bid a goodnight to their friends and take her home.
She clenched her thighs together not being able to focus on anything around her except the wetness between her legs, minutes feeling like hours before Jack finally decided to leave.
She nearly pounced on him the minute he closed his door, sliding a hand behind his neck and pulling him closer for a kiss.
“Lemme drive us home and I promise I’ll do whatever you want me to.” Jack speaks against her swollen lips, making her pout slightly but comply as she sat back in her seat. They’d gotten home in record time, Jack intoxicated by her scent alone.
The moment the door closed, she was pressed against it, back arching into his cool touch as he kissed her, teeth and tongues clashing.
“Jack.” She whimpers softly when he pulls on her lip, taking her hand and leading her to the kitchen island.
“I’m starvin’—“ He smirks, pressing her against the cold counter, kissing down her neck.
Her fingers tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck, sighing when he pulls down her top, warm mouth latching onto her hardened nipples.
“Fuuuuck fuck.” Her panties were uncomfortably soaked as she pressed her thighs together for any sort of friction.
“Lay back for me.” Jack helps her to sit on the counter, pushing her skirt up.
She sat up on her elbows, cool air hitting her exposed breasts, watching him peel her thong off. The butterflies in her stomach only increasing as she anticipated his warm mouth.
“Jack, please.” She moans, “I’m so fucking wet I need you to—“ She chokes on her words when he licks a line up her pussy, swirling his tongue around her exposed clit.
“This what you want?” He hums against her pussy, her wetness soaking his beard, dark blue eyes boring into hers. He pinches her nipple slightly, back arching into his touch.
She nods, too speechless to speak as she knew her words would fail her anyway.
“Yesyesyesyes.” Her words slurred, jaw slack gripping the marble to anchor herself back to reality.
He continues his assualt with the tip of his tongue delving even deeper, free hand coming up to rest on her exposed breast.
“Please, fuck, please.” Broken gasps escape her mouth, unsure of what she was even saying.
“So close, Jack, fuuuuuck.” Her calves flex around his shoulders, legs shaking as he caressed her clit with the tip of his thumb.
“Cum for me babygirl, that’s it— fuck yeah.” He watches as her back arches off the marble, grinding her pussy into his chin.
Her body convulsed with small aftershocks, breathing ragged as she tried to calm down, heart nearly beating out of her chest.
“So good for me, baby.” Jack hums out a praise.
“Next time, we ain’t makin’ it out the house with this on.” He pulls her dress off discarding it on the kitchen floor, pulling her up for another kiss and leading them to their shared bedroom.
Jack stood behind her, the Santa suit pushed halfway down his torso as he skimmed her bare thighs pulling them apart and coating his cock in her juices.
“Jack, baby—“ Her hand reaching down, guiding his dick inside of her, rocking back on his length as she stood nearly on her toes to accomodate him. She grabbed onto the curls at the nape of his neck pulling him down for a sloppy kiss.
His hands going straight for her tits, “I know baby, you feel so fuckin’ good right now.” He sighs, finally bottoming out inside her tight pussy.
“Yeah make me cum, Jack.” She pouts against his lips, eyes rolling back when the tip of his cock touched that spongy spot that had her seeing stars.
“Fuckfuck yes.” She whimpers, making Jack fuck her faster and deeper with each sound she made.
“C-close, right there— ugh!” A particularly hard thrust had her gripping onto him, whining loudly as she felt the pressure building.
“You gonna cum? Huh? Wanna feel you.” He teased in her ear, large fingers rubbing tight circles onto her sensitive clit making her sopping wet, their cum dripping down her thighs.
“So fucking good— yesyesyes-“ A choked sob left her mouth, clenching her cunt around his thick length, once, twice, her arousal drenching him as she fucked herself back on his cock.
Jack merely hummed, “Fucking love your pussy.” Before placing a soft kiss to her cheek holding his lips there for a moment and letting go, his hips slowing down.
Her hazy eyes flickered to the bedside alarm, the numbers reading well past midnight. She smiled loving the feeling of him inside of her still.
“Merry Christmas, baby.” She whispered, humming as he attacked her neck with warm kisses.
“Merry Christmas, babygirl, can’t wait to give you your presents.”
“You like?” She hums, placing her palms flat against his chest clad in a plain white tanktop, the top half of his Santa suit still unbuttoned.
“You look sexy.” Bottom lip caught between his teeth, “Too sexy.” Eyes raking over her body.
“Come on.” She buttons his costume up for him, placing a chaste kiss to his lips and grabbing her purse off the bed. She led the way down their hallway with Jack very close behind nearly pressed against her body.
“Are you wearing any panties under that?” His calloused palm skims the back of her thighs, grabbing at the supple flesh.
She gasps as the rough action pulls her asscheeks apart, cool air hitting her most sensitive spot, “Baby! Yes, I am—“ She lifts her skirt up teasingly showing him the flimsy thong, “See.” Putting her skirt back down, throwing a flirty smile over her shoulder.
He let out a harsh breath, catching her by the waist pulling her flush against him, hand going up to her throat, “Good girl.”
His words going straight to her throbbing clit as he held her in place tilting her head back by her jaw capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
Random Fandom: If anyone knows who The Hockey Guys are, should I start writing for them? Granted, there are a few of them but I can try my best? I would just need to figure our their personalities a little more! 🏒
Getting so close to a follower milestone and I just wanna say I’m so, so happy! 🥺 thank you so much to all my old & new followers for all the support and love shown on my posts always! I appreciate all of you 💜💜💜
A/N: Inspired by the pictures down below. I just couldn’t resist 🤤 lowkey has a shitty ending.
Warnings: smut, riding, language, teasing, 18+
Photos: @ jackharlow IG
Jack was always the kindest, the sweetest, and such a gentleman. He had her cheeks heating up with the sweet words he’d say, whispering them later on in the night when he was between her legs.
How he ended up with her in the fancy restroom of a Kentucky Derby event had her mind reeling as he sat her down on his black dress slacks, hitching the tight dress you’d chosen to wear over her thighs.
“You look so fine.” He hums into her neck, other hand going to grasp at her jaw tilting your lips to meet his soft, plush ones.
“I wantchu to ride me, baby.” Speaking against her jawline.
Goosebumps erupted over her bare arms, hooded eyes watching as he sat back, lip caught in between teeth shifting his strong thighs underneath her.
•••
Sipping on a glass of cool lemonade, she fiddled with the straw before returning her attention back to her man, his black slacks fitted tightly around his thighs, tie begging to be loosened from around his neck as his hands played with it for a second before returning to her waist.
Jack shifts slightly, cerulean eyes watching her from behind his rimless clear glasses, questioning her squirming.
Jack shifts slightly, cerulean eyes watching her from behind his rimless clear glasses, questioning her squirming.
The palm of his large hand comes down to rest even lower, grabbing a handful of her ass making her gasp against him as he merely chuckles. Her short dress and the thin fabric of it were doing nothing to conceal her arousal.
“Jack, fuck.” She whimpers when he kneads the soft flesh, fingertips finding their way to the barely-there string of her lacy thong, snapping it against her skin once as she placed a hand on top of his before he pulled away altogether.
“What is it, baby? Huh?” His voice taunting in her ear as she struggled to keep her eyes open. “Use your words for me, princess.”
“It’s you, Jack. Fuck.” She presses a hand against his sturdy chest, moving down towards his stomach, feeling the fabric ripple. “I wanna ride you.”
His dick twitches in his pants at her breathy confession, the growl in his throat making her panties even wetter. He covers up his groan with a cough, telling their friends they’d be back.
Derby-goers obvlious to the couple walking hurriedly towards the private guest bathroom of the arena as Jack walked with her by his side.
His smirk growing wider as he opened the door to the lounge area, no one in sight, pulling her in quickly.
“We can’t do it in here—“ She mutters, checking for any sort of cameras or wanderers.
“Says who? I don’t see nobody.” He drawls, mischief very clear in his blue eyes. His fingers making their way down towards her thigh, pressing her back against the cool marble counter.
He tilts her head up, the blue around his irises encapsulated by black as he leaned down to press his lips to her own, ringed hand resting against the base of her neck. She reaches upwards, unpinning the hat from her hair and putting it to the side.
“Gonna be good for me, huh?” He teases, finally pushing the dress over her thighs and rubbing her over her thong.
“Yes, Jack.” She nods frantically, pushing his fingers further into her panties, thumb brushing against her swollen clit making her whimper and grab his tie.
“Good girl, so wet for me. Can’t wait to fuck your tight pussy.” His words only make her clench around nothing, getting her wetter.
He collects some of her slick on his fingers, pulling out and pushing them into her awaiting mouth, her eyes threatening to close as she licked and sucked her sweet juices off of him.
“Fuck so pretty, baby.” He smiles, groaning at the way she coated his fingers with saliva wet and glistening. He pulls out of her warm mouth, walking the two of them over to the lounge couch.
Seating himself down, he turns her around in front of him, pushing at her lower back making her arch for him legs spreading at their own accord. Her thong wet, clinging to her pussy as she awaited anything he had to give her. She wanted— no, needed him so bad.
Jack curses lowly, spreading her ass to watch her cunt clench around absolutely nothing, thumb rubbing up and down her wet pussy.
“Oooo fuck baby, p-please.” She pushes back onto him, wanting more. He taps her hip signalling for her to step out of her panties, and she does so on shaky legs as he tosses them on the couch next to him.
Her dress falling back into place as he turned her around, bringing her lips down for a searing kiss, tongues and teeth clashing as he held her in place, groaning into her mouth when she cupped him through his tight pants.
“Babygirl—“ His voice strained as she caught his lip between her teeth and tugged before letting it go, popping open the button on his slacks.
He sat her down on his black dress slacks, hitching the tight dress she’d chosen to wear over her thighs.
“You look so fine.” He hums into her neck, other hand going to grasp at her jaw tilting her lips to meet his soft, plush ones.
“I wantchu to ride me, baby.” Speaking against her jawline.
Goosebumps erupted over her bare arms, hooded eyes watching as he sat back, lip caught in between teeth shifting his strong thighs underneath her. She was more than happy to comply, pressing her soft hands against his chest and leaning forward for leverage as he pulled himself out of his boxers.
“I’m so fucking wet.” She mewls, feeling him prod at her entrance, the blunt tip caressing her folds teasingly.
“Yeah? Could fuckin’ slide right in—“ In one swift movement their hips meet, his thick cock pushing through her folds making her jaw fall slack as he groaned out, her walls squeezing him.
“Yesyesyesyes.” She bounced on his hard cock, his cum mixed with her own lubricating her even more.
Her hand tangled in his messy curls, grabbing some at the nape of his neck and pulling back pressing her teeth to the spot underneath his ear she knew would have him breathless.
Jack moans, the sensation of her walls clenching down on him and her hot breath on his neck bringing him closer to the edge. Her hips gyrating on their own accord, one of his hands coming up to palm at her tits while the other drew tight circles on her clit.
“Keep ridin’ me, beautiful. Justlikethat— fuuuuck.” He pants, lost in the pleasure.
“I’m sooo close, Jack. Make me cuuum—“ She hums, eyes rolling back as he pistoned his hips, the tip of his cock nudging that soft spongey spot right at her cervix that made her vision spot.
“Look at me, love.” His hand splaying across her throat, squeezing softly as her half lidded eyes finally met his. “Wanna see that pretty face when you cum for me.”
A particular thrust of his hips and the pressure building on her clit had her mind dizzy with pleasure, “Right there, baby, please.” Placing a hand on top of his around her throat.
“Oh right here?” He mocks her, smiling at her reaction through lust blown eyes as he did it one more time, cum gushing down his cock from her arousal.
“Mhmmm yes, fuck yes.” She chants, gasping for air as her high approached her, hitting her like a strike of lightning. Her chest rising and falling as Jack came in her with a strangled groan, the grip on her hips faltering slightly as he pulled her body close.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He pants. She lifts her hips slowly, pulling him out of her and tucking himself back in, but not before placing a kiss to his swollen tip to which he shakes his head with a smirk.
A knock on the door startles both of them, eyes widening as she slid her panties back on, wiping her thighs with a tissue and putting her dress back into place. A loud buzz sounds from Jack’s pocket, brows furrowing as he looked at the text.
“Shit baby, looks like our horse won big!” He shouts, showing her the stats on his screen.
“Well then, let’s go celebrate.” She smiles, grabbing her hat and placing a kiss to his lips before they opened the door, avoiding the complaints of a few very angry people waiting on line.
A/N: Requested by @uzisplanet 🥰 thank you for being so patient! I hope you enjoy! 💕
Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader
Warnings: language, angst, insecurities
“You ready, baby?” Jack bounds down the steps excitedly, grabbing a drink off the counter on his way to their living room.
She smiles as he gets comfy next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in. Their living room had been set up to accomodate Jack’s closest friends as well as some of her own who’d been, in their words, “obsessed with Bryson Tiller.”
The TV shone bright as the timer counted down seconds away from the big video premiere, Jack getting slightly nervous as he squeezed her shoulder.
“Alright everybody shut the fuck up! My mans is boutta be on screen! And Jack!” Her friend, Vanessa, shocked them when she yelled out, making everyone burst out into a fit of laughter.
The screen finally went into focus as the video began, she smiled seeing the pretty girls in their outfits, dancing and having a good time. She loved seeing the aesthetic of old school fashion and scenery, it intrigued her.
Her friends getting giddy whenever Bryson would pop up on screen, making her laugh and shake her head.
“Don’t act like that, hoe! I know you’ll be droolin’ when your mans is all up on the screen.” Vanessa pouted, playfully joking around with her.
Two minutes into the video, Jack’s solo scene had come up, he looked really good in his Kentucky blue jersey, she couldn’t help but notice. She smiled until she found herself scowling, eyebrows furrowed together, watching the scene unfold in front of her.
“If that’s mine then tell me that’s mine!” Jack sang in time with the music, laughing and dapping up his friends behind him.
Her friends, however, had totally shifted their energy, the room going silent as the video girl on top of Jack continued to ride him over their clothes.
“You like it babygirl?” Jack hummed, not noticing the tension in the room. He gauged her reaction before frowning when she didn’t respond right away.
She merely looked at him, clearing her throat, “Don’t you think that’s a little— a little too much?” She points a finger towards the screen discreetly to where Jack had a hand pressed behind the mystery girl’s back, her chest flush against his as they lay on a bed.
Jack raised his brows, “Baby, it’s not— it’s for a video.” Jack can’t help but let out a chuckle, not seeing anything of it.
Vanessa nudges her friend, “If I don’t beat his ass— having some random groupie all up on him like that when he got a sexy ass model sitting right here.” Whispering in her ear.
She looks around the room at their friends, not one of them daring to make eye contact with her.
Jack notices the way she scoots away from him, sighing heavily and letting the rest of the video play out before putting the volume down and standing up.
“Hope everyone liked it. Umm— I wanna thank y’all for always showin’ support and love. I appreciate it.” Jack announces, fidgeting with his hands as he spoke, barely looking at her.
The group of them said their goodbyes, Vanessa being the last one out, practically sending daggers towards her friend’s boyfriend.
“I’ll text you, V.” She grins tiredly, hugging her and shutting the door, turning to lean her back against it.
Jack runs a hand down his face, “You good?” He mumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
She scoffs, “Am I good? Are you good, Jack?! Did you not see the same fucking video as me?” She tried her best not to raise her voice, leveling her tone before speaking again.
“I just wanna know why you thought it was a good idea to have some other bitch riding you like her life depended on it?”
Jack sighs deeply, “Baby— it’s for a fuckin’ music video. I don’t even know her! Bryson was doin’ the same exact thing—“ He tries to counter.
“Don’t try and put Bryson into this, Jack. This is about you and me. It just looked wrong, it’s not fair.” She pinches the bridge of her nose, looking away from him. She wills herself not to cry, fidgeting with her hands and searching for her phone.
Jack huffs out a laugh, “But, I love you. You fuckin’ know that already.” He steps closer, extending a hand out to her, which she merely stares at and sends a quick text on her cellphone.
She rolls her eyes, padding down the hall to their shared bedroom, Jack’s footsteps following suit.
“Babe—“
“I’m gonna go sleep at Nessa’s tonight. I’ll talk to you—“ She pushes past him, grabbing her toiletries, “—when I’m ready.”
“Fuck.” Jack grunts, barging out of the room.
Tears prick the corners of her eyes as she packs a pair of pajamas and a spare set of clothes for tomorrow. It’s not that she wasn’t happy with Jack and his endeavors, she loved him to pieces. She supported everything he did.
It was, rather, the insecurity of it all. The trust she put into him to make certain decisions, especially on set, seemed like it was thrown out the window. She’d told him about the attention he got from certain fans who crossed certain boundaries, this felt like a decision he could have avoided. Hell, even a twerking scene would’ve been more reasonable. It felt like betrayal to her.
She hauls her bag over her shoulder, stepping out of the room, finding Jack leaning against the kitchen counter, glancing at him, “Goodnight.”
“Let me at least drive you.” He attempts to make conversation.
“Vanessa’s picking me up.” Putting on her slippers and opening the door without another word.
Without another word, he sank down onto the couch, the TV blaring out noises in the background as he holds a decorative pillow close to his chest, trying his best to fall asleep.
The next morning, he had an ache in his neck and a sore back, tossing and turning all night without her being there to hug and kiss goodnight. He knew he fucked up, he had to make it better somehow.
To: My Love💎
➡️ Slept like shit without you.
➡️ Gonna pick u up later & go for a ride.
Her phone beeped with messages, eyes softening as she read them.
“I guess I overreacted a little huh?” She pouts, showing Vanessa the messages.
Her friend shrugs, “I understand where you were coming from, boo, you gotta let him know sometimes. Just because it’s his work, doesn’t mean he can cross boundaries when he got a fine ass wifey at home.” She preaches.
“I know.” She whines, locking her phone and tossing it beside her. “And I think he got the message after last night. I can’t spend a second without him.”
Nessa rolls her eyes playfully, “Yuck, y’all make me gag! Now go get your man, sis!” She shouts, smacking her butt as she stands up and makes her way to her overnight bag.
Time felt like it was going so slow as she waited at Vanessa’s place for Jack to pick her up. Hours later, he knocked on the door as she opened it to find his perfect face smiling back at her.
How could she ever be mad at him?
She tried to keep her composure, grinning slightly when she saw him, “Hi.” Her voice squeaking out as he reached for the bag.
“I got it—“
“Gimme.” He took it from her with ease, bidding a goodnight to Vanessa and leading her to his car.
They wordlessly settled in, his hand settling in hers out of habit, kissing the back of it softly before returning the other to the wheel. She happily accepted his gesture, staring out the window as they drove down the road and onto the expressway.
She recognized the familiar road to one of their favorite restaurants, furrowing her brow as she looked down at her choice of outfit.
He’d pulled into the parking lot of the fancy restaurant of which she knew very well.
“Jack I’m not dressed for this—“ She began to protest when he shushed her.
“Yeah and neither am I. You look fuckin’ perfect, baby.” He assured her, even when she was wearing leggings, a sweater, and slippers.
He tossed his key to valet, walking in, being led to their usual spot in the back as Jack held her hand in his the whole way.
“Welcome back, Mr. Harlow.” They were both greeted warmly. Jack reached behind them, pulling out a beautiful boquet of roses, handing them to her with a soft kiss on the lips.
“Baby, these are beautiful. You didn’t have to do all of this—“ She gestured around to the candlelit dinner and romantic gestures, frowning slightly at how he always went all out for her.
“I want to. For my babygirl.” He kissed her cheek this time, pulling her chair out for her, placing the boquet on a small stand next to them. He nodded to the waiter for a moment alone, grabbing her hand on top of the table.
“I love you, you know that.” Jack started, “I never want you to feel insecure. I never wanna be the one to make you feel insecure.” He kisses the backs of her hands repeatedly.
She smiles shyly, savoring the way he spoke and looked at her.
“All the bullshit, the video, you sleeping at Vanessa’s house for even a second unless it’s for fun, I don’t want none of that anymore. We’re grown ass adults, we can share our feelings. I never wanna sleep another fuckin’ night without you, baby.” He promises, leaning over the table and kissing her.
She pulls away, “I love you, Jack. Forever. I’m so sorry for overreacting.” Softly rubbing his jawline.
He shakes his head, curls ruffling slightly, “Babygirl, it’s not your fault.” He assures her, “Let’s eat somethin’, I’m hungry.”
She laughs for the first time in those hours, enjoying the way his blue eyes shined when he looked at her.
