#jackharlow

You looked up from your spot on the bed, tucked under your favorite blanket, with your legs tucked underneath you, pretending not to know what he was talking about.

“Which one?” you asked sweetly, chewing your lip to keep from laughing.

“The soft one, with the long drawstring.” He kept his eyes on the drawer, like maybe if he focused hard enough, it would reappear. “I wore it to Urban’s last week.”

You nodded innocently. “Hmm. Maybe it’s in the laundry?”

He turned his head slowly, squinting like you were a suspect in a hoodie theft.

“I already checked,” he said matter-of-factly.

You blinked, doing your best impression of a concerned angel. “Then maybe you left it there…” You smiled softly, like a kid busted.

“I didn’t,” he insisted. “I remember takin’ it off here.”

“Well, that’s weird,” you said, cuddling closer into the blanket. Meanwhile, you knew exactly where it was — on you, under the blanket, where it had been for the past few hours… ever since you took it from his drawer two days ago.

He sighed, disappearing into the hallway, mumbling to himself. “How the hell does a hoodie go missin’ in your own place?”

You waited until he disappeared into the laundry room, and then slowly but dramatically, lifted the edge of your blanket and peeked at the soft grey hoodie sleeves wrapped around your hands. The too-long cuffs, the worn collar, his scent still lingering on the collar and the whole fabric — it was too good to give back.

You tugged it tighter and smirked to yourself. “Mine now,” you whined.

He reappeared a few minutes later, a towel now thrown over his shoulder, brows furrowed together in full confusion.

“I’m actually losin’ it,” he said. “You sure you haven’t seen it?”

You shook your head — probably a little too fast. “Nope. Sorry, babe.”

He sighed again, grabbed his water bottle, and kissed your head before walking back out to the kitchen.

And when he was out of sight, you curled up deeper, sleeves pulled extremely long over your hands, buried in that hoodie like a guilty little thief in love.

Because nothing in the world felt safer than the weight of Jack’s hoodie wrapped around you like a blanket.

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The sun was dipping through the window when Jack came padding down the hall, barefoot and quiet, water bottle in hand.

He gently pushed the door open and walked inside.

You were curled up on your side, asleep on his side of the bed, blanket wrapped around you like a burrito — only a small piece of your hair peeking out. Completely tucked in, peaceful and still.

“Look at you,” he whispered.

He smiled, letting out a quiet breath. You looked adorable like that.

He crept in quietly and plopped down beside you on the bed, elbow propped on the mattress as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

The blanket was almost hiding your pretty face, so he reached up and tugged it down a little — and that’s when he saw it.

His hoodie peeking out from your collarbone. Grey cotton, long drawstring, little red logo on the sleeve.

He froze, blinking in disbelief, pulling the blanket back a little more just to be sure.

“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” he whispered with a stunned little smile. “So this is where you been hidin’ it.”

And of course… looking so peaceful, soft lashes and cheek resting on your hand — how could he get mad? He let out a quiet laugh under his breath and shook his head.

You stirred slightly at the sound of his voice, letting out sleepy little whines but staying asleep — cuddled into the sleeve, since you’d worn it on purpose to nap like that.

You just scrunched your nose a little, brow burrowing sleepily as you turned toward him, bringing the cuff of the hoodie sleeve up to your cheek in your sleep.

He just lovingly watched you for a moment, soft and completely disarmed. His hoodie had never looked better — oversized on your tiny frame, sleeves drowning your hands, collar loose around your neck.

He thought looked better in it than he ever did — like it belonged there and had always belonged to you.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he whispered, brushing a finger over your cheek and pressing one more kiss there.

He grabbed his phone and took a quick photo of you all bundled up in his hoodie.

“The cutest little thief,” he muttered, grinning to himself.

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About half an hour later, you stretched again, blinked awake slowly, and let out a sleepy little yawn. Everything was peaceful — until you turned your head…

Jack was right there. Lying beside you, one arm behind his head, the other casually scrolling through his phone like nothing had happened — like he hadn’t just caught you red-handed.

You eyes widened and you froze completely — his hoodie!

You were still wrapped in his hoodie — the one he’d been looking for like crazy all day, the one you swore you hadn’t seen, the one that now smelled like both of you.

He noticed, of course. But still didn’t look at you — just scrolled with a smug little grin on his face.

“Sleep good?” he asked, voice low and teasing.

You made a tiny noise —half yawn, half whine— and immediately pulled the blanket over your entire head like a turtle retreating into its shell.

“Don’t look at me,” you whined from under the covers.

“I don’t have to,” he said camly. “I already got the picture.”

Your heart stopped. “Jack!!” you shrieked, muffled and mortified.

He laughed, finally putting his phone down and rolling to his side to face you — or rather, the blanket mound that was now you. His curls were flopping onto his forehead. His grin smug but somehow still soft.

“I KNEW I didn’t lose it,” he said, grinning. “You really had me thinking I left it at Mom’s.”

“…Maybe you did,” you protested weakly, still buried.

He reached over and poked gently at your shoulder, but you didn’t move. He chuckled and gently peeled back the blanket just enough to see your eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said once again, leaning in to kiss your cheek for the millionth time — but only the first since you’d woken up.

“Are you mad?” you shyly asked in the tiniest voice.

He just looked at you for a long second, smiling like a man completely wrapped around your little hoodie-thieving finger. Like he couldn’t believe you’d even ask such a question.

“No,” he said softly. “Just would’ve liked to see you in it sooner.”

You let out a groan and shoved your face into his chest, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands again.

You made yourself comfortable there — buried in his chest, pressed against him, still wearing the hoodie, still embarrassed.

“Sorry, Jack,” you said in a soft, sing-songy voice. “It just smelled like you and it made me so happy.”

“I love you, sweet girl,” he mumbled into your hair.

The tension in the room was thick—Jack still wasn’t speaking to you, arms crossed, jaw tight, his little silent treatment attempt in full effect. Fine. If he wanted to be stubborn, you could play that game too.

So when you stepped out of the steamy bathroom, completely bare, hair damp, skin glistening, you made a show of it—walking past him like you didn’t even notice he was there.

Jack’s eyes snapped to you instantly, his posture shifting as he sat up against the headboard. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it. His tongue swiped across his lips, fingers twitching at his sides, but he stayed quiet, determined to keep up his act.

You, on the other hand, ignored him entirely, acting as if you were simply retrieving something from your dresser. Maybe a nonexistent hair tie. Maybe just fresh air. Anything but the desperate man burning holes into your back with his stare.

“Really?” His voice finally cracked through the silence, hoarse and edged with frustration.

You didn’t respond.

“Baby,” he tried again, shifting on the bed. “You’re really gonna act like you don’t see me?”

Nothing.

Jack let out a groan, running a hand down his face before dragging it over his mouth. You could feel the heat of his gaze tracing every inch of your skin, his patience wearing thin.

“You’re so mean to me,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

Still, you said nothing, just smirking to yourself as you took your sweet time moving around the room, letting the power shift completely into your hands. Now he was the one suffering, pouting like a needy little thing while you reveled in his torment.

Jack’s restraint lasted all of thirty seconds before he snapped.

One second, you were reaching for an imaginary item on your dresser, and the next, you were being grabbed—strong hands gripping your waist as Jack tossed you onto the bed with ease. A surprised squeal left your lips, but it quickly turned into laughter when he climbed over you, trapping you beneath him.

“Oh, now you wanna acknowledge me?” he taunted, his lips curling into a smirk as he loomed over you. His fingers dragged down your sides slowly, teasingly, making your breath hitch. “All that little act just to drive me crazy? You’re lucky I love you.”

You bit your lip, feigning innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jack scoffed, dipping his head to press his lips against the curve of your neck, not kissing—just letting his breath fan over your skin, making you shiver. His fingers skimmed down your thighs, then back up, never quite touching where you needed him most.

“You wanna ignore me, baby?” His voice was low, husky, full of promise. “Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”

His lips finally made contact, pressing featherlight kisses along your collarbone, teasing, never giving in completely. His hands traced over your stomach, your hips, everywhere but where you wanted them. He was taking his time now, dragging it out, making you squirm.

“Not so quiet now, huh?” Jack murmured, nipping at your skin, grinning against you when he heard your breath hitch. “Go on, keep acting like I don’t exist. See what happens.”

If you thought you were in control before, you were dead wrong—because now, Jack had you exactly where he wanted. And he was going to make sure you felt every second of it. He subtly took his shirt and jeans off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxers that failed to hide his hard cock.

He tapped your thigh,”C’mon, open those legs f’me.” You hesitated for a minute before opening your legs and grabbing one of the pillows to clutch onto.

Jack chuckled, positioning himself on top of you ,”Baby, whatcha being shy for huh?” He started pumping two fingers in and out of you at an unbearable pace.

You whimpered,”Thatt” You squirmed a little.

He whispered into your ear , “I don’t see the problem here , baby. You been wanting this huh? I can tell. You’re so wet f’me.” He sped up making you squeal, then quickly took his fingers out of your soaked cunt.

You smacked his arm, pouting,”Jackkk! What’s that for?”

He kissed your pouted lips and smirked,”That was for teasing me.” A few moments after, he swiftly removed his boxers. His tip was already leaking with precum and his cock was incredibly veiny. Without further notice, he slammed himself into you.

“Fuck!” You screamed, squeezing your eyes shut and holding onto the pillow tighter,”Jackk!”

There was still about 15 minutes until the game officially started so you decided to take your seat and chill on your phone in the meantime.

While you’re scrolling through Instagram, two quite large people walk in front of you—one of them nearly stepping on your toes.

“Oh sweetheart I’m sorry!” the man exclaimed. “Did I step on your toes?—”

You look up at the bald man and shake your head with a laugh. “No no you’re good,” you reassure. Your line of sight trails to see the man going to take a seat next to him, your eyes going slightly wide when you realize it was Jack Harlow.

Jack’s dad sits next you, prompting him to make small talk. “Routing for the Celtics?”

“Yeah,” you confirm with a nod. “Here with my best friend—she’s dating Jaylen so I guess I gotta be supportive of the both of them,” you joke.

“Oh—are you not a basketball fan?” he chuckled in question.

“I am! It’s just been a long day,” you laugh.

“Jeez Dad—leave the poor girl alone. Probably doesn’t wanna talk to you all night,” Jack teased, causing his Dad to scoff playfully and for you to giggle.

“Jack,” he introduced, extending his hand towards you. “Y/N. It’s nice to meet you…and your Dad ” you reply with a smile.

Jack’s Dad smiled at the interaction before he leaned in close to his son, his voice low. “Wanna sit next to her?” he whispered in question. “She’s pretty—maybe you could get her number,” he mused, playing wingman.

Jack’s face heated up, his cheeks blushing with a tint of red. “Uh…not now. It’ll be too obvious. Plus she’s a model…to many eyes on us,” he whispered back a bit bashfully. He couldn’t deny that you were indeed beautiful and he would’ve loved the opportunity to talk more and get to know you— but there were simply too many eyes and cameras around to risk any annoying rumours that frankly he didn’t wanna deal with.

Soon enough, your friend makes her way back to her seat, leaning in close with a knowing smirk. “Jayson asked about youuuu,” she hummed matter of factly which Jack couldn’t help but overhear. While he loved Jayson and considered him a friend, the jealousy still bubbled within him. He knew it wasn't warranted--after all he barely knew you but it didn't stop his feelings.

He was still intrigued to hear your response so he sat quietly, his dad also unknowingly doing the same.

You scoff at your friends remark. “He's too hot and cold with me...until he wants to commit then I'm not doing anything," you shrug.

You friend groaned, “oh come on y/n! He likes you—you like him—the sex is great apparently—”

“Oh my god!” you interrupt exclaiming. “Shut up! Just please shut up,” you groan, shaking your head in embarrassment. “That’s not something you can say in public with media and fans everywhere,” you mutter lowly.

Your friend shrugged. “I just want you to be happy.”

“How about I worry about that and you worry about cheering on your boyfriend,” you deadpan.

“Suite yourself.”

You sit quietly for the remainder of quarter, your arms crossed as you stared ahead with a stoic expression. You loved your friend but she can be a bit much at times.

When half time finally came around, your friend got up to comfort Jaylen for being down a couple points. “You coming?”she asked, more so wanting to know if you were going to talk to Jayson.

“Nah—I’m gonna stick here.” She simply nodded and headed off.

“Your friend seems like a handful,” Brian spoke to you with a chuckle, causing Jack’s eyes to widen. “Dad!” he scolded.

You however thought it was funny and began laughing. “She…she really is. I’m sorry you guys had to um…hear that,” you breath out shyly.

Jack licked his lips with a kind smile. “Don’t worry about it…my best friend Urban would’ve said worse,” he mused, trying to lighten the mood.

“Ok good to know it’s a universal experience,” you hum.

Brian smirked. “Hm—why don’t you two kiddos go grab us some drinks?” he suggested. Jack’s head snapped towards his dad, glaring at him while his cheeks turned red.

“Yeah why not,” you replied.

You and Jack walked side by side to the concession stand, him walking with his hands awkwardly in his pocket. “Your dad is very nice,” you began.

Jack scoffed playfully. “Nah—he’s tryna play matchmaker,” he laughed, shaking his head shamefully.

“Ohhhh I see,” you hum teasingly. “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t working,” you confess, your cheeks burning up.

Jack grinned. “Damn—might need to have him work his magic more often,” he hummed.

You scoff in feigned offence. “Only if it works in my favour. Wouldn’t want him helping you get other girls.”

“Oh so you’re territorial huh?”

“What if I am?” you taunt in question.

“Fuuuck,” he laughed, his dimple appearing as he ran his hand through his hair. “I cant lie—that’s hot.”

“So tell me…if I ask you out,” Jack began nervously as he scratching the back of his neck. “Am I gonna have to worry about Jayson and his ‘great sex?’”

“I’m not seeing him anymore.”

Jack shook his head. “That’s not what you implied back there…if he committed…are you gonna commit back?” he asked, reiterating what you said to your friend earlier.

You sighed. “I’m sure I could ask you the same thing—with all the girls around you,” you point out.

“Nahhh—don’t do that. Don’t gaslight me and twist it back on me,” Jack laughed while shaking his head. “When you figure it out—I really would love to take you out…maybe even show you what great sex really is,” he smirked.