#jackharlow

He was your best friend’s boyfriend’s best friend, so you two were naturally around each other pretty often. Plans with all four of you were pretty common, and you always had the fattest crush on him. He would flirt with you sometimes, but whenever you gave him hints that you liked him, he always dodged you and feigned ignorance.

Naturally, that made you feel awful. He would lead you on, making you feel special on some nights by being the only girl he talked to at parties — never leaving your side the whole night, even kissing you sometimes. But you knew it was all fun and games to him. You knew it because when you would get the courage to say something bold or flirtier than usual, he would immediately backtrack. You could tell he just wanted to have fun and not have anything serious with you. You figured he was even talking advantage of the fact that you apparently liked him.

“Jack?” You looked up at him, about to ask him an important question as Y/bf/n and Urban were already fast asleep on the couch after the four of you had finished watching a movie.

“Yes, pretty girl?” Your tummy did backflips at the name, you pretty much wanted to kiss him then and there.

“What are you doing tomorrow? I was thinking we could maybe go watch this new movie I’ve been dying for it to come out,” you asked him, eyes full of hope, heart racing a million miles a minute.

“Uhmm, I think Y/bf/n and Urban already have plans, but we can do it some other time,” he replied, lightly scratching the back of his neck, visibly uncomfortable.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and you felt seriously embarrassed. Why did he imply you two couldn’t hang out by yourselves? You two already hung pretty much by yourselves at parties, so what’s the difference? Like, why wouldn’t he want to hang out as friends at least?

Unbeknownst to you, he wouldn’t simply because of the fact he knew you didn’t see him as just a friend. He responded like that because he knew you apparently liked him — after all the hints you would drop, it was hard for him to not know. Were it a real fling for the both of you, he would have happily agreed, cuddled you for two hours in the movie theater, and then taken you home to make out at the very least, preferably fuck you senseless.

Speaking of sex, he had wanted to fuck you countless times; the only reason he never tried to was simply because he knew that would be the last straw and you would fall madly in love with him. He didn’t want to do that to you, he didn’t want to do you dirty.

So since he knew you liked him, he had to say no. He didn’t want to lead you on, which he didn’t know he kinda already was.

It hurt because you really liked him. Flings can be fun, but not when one person is in love and the other is not. You at one point thought that he would start to like you the more he got to know you, but unfortunately, that never happened.

Once you realized he would never change his ways with you, you reluctantly gave up, trying to entertain other guys who would show interest in you. That’s how you ended up being involved with Mark, your current new boyfriend.

You and Mark walked hand-in-hand into Urban’s party where Jack and Urban already were. Jack’s jaw clenched as he saw the two of you walking hand-in-hand, the both of you all smiles.

“Who the fuck is him?” Jack frustratingly asked Urban, Urban immediately rolling his eyes at Jack.

“It’s Y/n’s new boyfriend. You done had your opportunity, man. Don’t act all heartbroken now.”

Without saying a word, Jack intently watched you and Mark’s every move, waiting for the second you would leave each other’s side and he could talk to you for a moment. Once he saw Mark pull away to catch up with one of his guy friends, he immediately walked toward you, determination on his face.

“Y/n?” Jack softly grabbed your arm.

“Yes, Jack?” you smiled at him, completely clueless as to what he was going to say next. To be honest, part of you even thought he would be happy about you getting a boyfriend — he would finally have you off him.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, eyes locked onto yours.

“Uhm, yeah… What’s wrong, Jack?” Your face twisted in confusion as you searched his.

“Can we go upstairs? Please, this is important.” The seriousness in his voice made your stomach churn and you nodded.

The two of you walked toward the staircase and made your way upstairs, settling into Urban’s room.

“Who is the guy?”

“What guy?”

“Don’t play with me, Y/n. The guy you got here with.” His eyes pierced into yours, and you didn’t know what to make of this whole thing.

“Oh, that’s my new boyfriend, Mark. I’ll introduce you later,” you said excitedly with a small smile on your face.

“The fuck not.” His face twisted into a scowl.

Your jaw dropped at his response, and he immediately backtracked, realizing what had come out of his mouth in a moment of frustration. “Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to say it like that…” Jack softly said.

He took a deep breath before he went on. “Please leave him. I like you and I know you like me back. I am in love with you.” His eyes widened, desperation filling his voice, trying so hard to sound convincing.

“Like me? Oh please, you never loved me so why act like you do now?” You now were filled with anger and hurt, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, your eyebrows framing a death stare.

He sighed in frustration, running a hand through his curls. “You don’t understand. I was just waiting for the right moment to tell you. With my career and how busy I am, I was afraid I would break your heart.” His expression softened for a moment.

“Wait… Are you doing this to make me jealous? Cause you didn’t have to do this,” Jack continued.

“Make you jealous? Oh please, you really think the world revolves around you, don’t you? News flash, Jack — it does not.” Your face twisted in disbelief. “So leave me alone and let me go back to Mark in peace. I’m finally happy that someone I’ve fallen for actually likes me back. Couldn’t say the same about you. Whatever we had is over, Jack.”

You turned around and walked fast toward the door, ready to storm out. But as your hand touched the doorknob, Jack gently grabbed your wrist, pulling it away before locking the door himself.

He cornered you against the wall, immediately crashing his lips onto yours. You gave in for a moment before pulling away, pretending to be offended.

“Jack? You lost your chance, don’t you get it? I beg you to leave me alone,” you pleaded, not wanting to end up hurt.

He gently wrapped his hand around your neck. “Shut up, Y/n.” He started kissing and nipping at your neck, your eyes immediately shutting in pleasure. After a few seconds, he pulled away from you.

“What?” you asked, annoyed, as you looked firmly and all confused at him.

“You told me to leave you alone, didn’t you?” Jack said, his face serious.

What was wrong with him? If he wanted to play games, so could you…

You swiftly pulled off your shirt and unclasped your bra from the front, letting it fall to the floor and reveal your perky breasts. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist this way.

Jack groaned upon seeing your tits. “Good girl,” he groaned, eyes darkening with hunger.

He leaned down, sucking on your breasts as his hand slid down and inside your skirt. His fingers teased you over your panties, immediately noticing how wet you were.

He started rubbing your pussy through the thin fabric, rubbing along the clothed area — his movements slow and turtuous.

“Jack…” you whined, your hips instinctively bucking into his touch. “Bed, please…”

He smirked, extremely proud to know he still had that effect on you. “You like that, pretty girl?” he whispered into your ear, his hot breath against your skin making you shiver.

You nodded, biting your lip. He pushed your panties to the side, gliding two fingers along your soaked slit.

“God, you’re so fucking wet… all for me, huh? No Mark?” He chuckled. “I knew it. I knew you were still mine, pretty girl.”

He scooped you up and led you to the bed, gently laying you down as he hovered over you. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving wet kisses and soft bites along the way.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hands hiked your skirt up, then slipped under it, teasing his fingers over your panties one more time, barely touching you where you needed him most.

“Please, Jack,” you whimpered, already feeling dizzy from his teasing.

He started stimulating you through the fabric, rubbing slow, teasing circles against your clit.

“Please what, baby?” He smirked, moving his fingers painfully slow against your soaked panties.

“Touch me…”

“I am touching you.” He chuckled.

You let out a frustrated whine, making him chuckle again before finally pulling your panties down and sliding two fingers inside you with ease.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “So fucking wet… She wants me bad, doesn’t she?”

“Y-Yes,” you breathed out, hips trying to meet his hand as he curled his fingers just right.

As he watched your face contort in pleasure, he started fingering you faster, while his thumb circled your clit in perfect rhythm, drawing breathless moans out of your lips.

You could barely form a coherent thought, too consumed by the way his fingers were working inside you — curling, stretching, and hitting all the right spots. His thumb lazily circled your clit, making your legs shake as your moans started to grow out of control.

“Ahhh, yes… fuck yes, Jack… oh my god, so so good.”

He grinned against your neck, biting down softly before sucking a mark into your skin, possession filling his instincts.

“Such a needy little thing,” he muttered. “Bet Mark never made you feel like this.”

Your only response was another breathless moan, your fingers gripping his curls as you rode his fingers, chasing your high.

“Never,” you confessed without thinking, too caught up in the pleasure he was giving you.

Jack smirked like he finally got what he wanted, his fingers never slowing down, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

He leaned down to meet your lips, you two finally kissing, for real this time, the dampness intoxicating you both. Slow, sultry, and wet.

“Jack, fuck me, please,” you exhaled, not being able to wait no more.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” he murmured against your lips.

“Yes… please,” you begged, your body trembling beneath him.

He grinned, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth, sucking your wetness off them while locking eyes with you.

“I’ll fuck you,” he said darkly. “But only if you tell me you’re mine.”

You blinked up at him — all puppy eyes, chest heaving, completely at his mercy. “I’m yours Jack… I’ve always been yours.”

Jack groaned. “That’s my good girl.”

He quickly unbottoned his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear, just enough to free his hardened cock. He stroked himself a few times before lining up at your entrance, teasing you with the tip.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll forget that motherfucker ever existed.”

You nodded frantically, moaning in anticipation.

With one slow but deep thrust, he pushed into you, making you cry out as he stretched you open.

As this was happening upstairs, downstairs, Mark started to grow worried about your absence. He wandered around the house, scanning the crowd for you.

Urban noticed Mark’s searching eyes as Mark made his way to the kitchen. At first, Mark thought you were probably in the kitchen grabbing something, considering how close you were to Urban.

Urban was leaning against the wall, chatting with someone, when he suddenly looked around and realized Jack was nowhere to be found either. He sensed something was probably going on.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, immediately putting two and two together.

When Mark didn’t find you in the kitchen, he immediately went to assume you were probably a little drunk and decided to go upstairs to rest in Urban’s room.

Meanwhile, Urban quietly made his way upstairs —he wouldn’t want to scare you guys either— ears straining as he walked down the hallway. He stopped in his tracks and froze when he heard faint moans coming from behind his bedroom door.

“Motherfucker…” he mumbled to himself, quickly turning on his heels and rushing back downstairs, two steps at a time.

Just as he reached the bottom step, he nearly collided with Mark, who was heading up, about to take the stairs.

“Yo, where you going, bro?” Urban asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“I’m looking for Y/n… Have you seen her?”

Urban’s mind was racing. “I already looked upstairs, man,” he lied smoothly. “She’s not there. Maybe she’s outside or something.”

Mark furrowed his brow, clearly confused, but ultimately too trusting to question him. “Alright, I’ll check outside, then.”

Urban exhaled in relief, watching as Mark walked away, completely oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend was getting fucked upstairs.

Jack’s cock stretched you wide, filling you perfectly with each slow but deep thrust.

“F-Fuck…” you whimpered, eyes rolling back as your nails dug into his shoulders. “Mmmm, Jack, you feel amazing, handsome.”

“That’s it, baby,” Jack growled low in you ear, staying buried inside you — not moving, just letting you feel every inch of him stretching you open. “Can’t believe I was missing on this tight little pussy for so long… Knew you were made for me.”

“Mhm,” you sighed in agreement, your voice low and mellow.

You walls fluttered around him, making him hiss. “God, you’re squeezing me so fucking good, baby girl. I bet she is a possessive little pussy.”

He finally started moving — faster, steadier strokes rocking mercilessly into you, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “Who’s fucking you this good, huh? Me or him?”

You bit your lip, groaning in both pleasure and annoyance, refusing to answer.

Jack didn’t like that, obviously. He suddenly pulled out completely, leaving you empty and whining.

“Answer me.” He sofly grabbed your chin, making you look at him.

“Y-You Jack. Just you,” you finally confessed, breathless.

He smirled cockily. “That’s what I thought.”

Meanwhile, downstairs, Urban paced nervously. The clock was ticking — Mark wouldn’t stay outside forever.

Back in the bedroom, Jack kept pounding into you, dragging every inch of his long, thick cock in and out — filling you up again and again. He wanted to ruin you, make sure no other man would ever be able to make you feel better than him.

“You think that little boyfriend of yours could ever fuck you like this? Hmm?” Jack growled.

“N-No…” you moaned, fingers gripping the sheets, completely undone under him.

Jack chuckled darkly. “Say it,” he demanded.

You squeezed your eyes shut, too embarrassed to admit it out loud.

He wrapped his hand around your throat —not squeezing, just holding— making your breath hitch.

“Say it.” His words were dark, possessive.

“No, he couldn’t. Only you, Jack,” you whispered in his ear, seductively.

“That’s my girl,” he growled.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, his tongue demanding like he wanted to devour you whole — and he did.

His index finger started drawing perfect circles on your clit and you let out a high-pitched moan, Jack’s hand immediately rushing to cover your mouth.

You moaned louder into his hand, and both your and Jack’s adrenaline was on ten.

“Fuck — you’re gripping me like you don’t wanna let go. Knew you’d take me like this. Such a perfect pussy, and it’s all mine, all mine,” Jack hissed.

You grabbed his wrist and removed his hand from your mouth, lacing your fingers with his, and pressing your hand against the bed so his wouldn’t move.

You leaned into his ear and started moaning uncontrollably. “Mmmm, fuck Jack, fuck… You feel even better than I imagined. Ahhh,” you babbled.

“You’re mine, baby,” he whispered against your mouth, thrusting harder. “Always fucking were… always will.”

You felt your orgasm building fast, the pressure in your stomach threatening to snap at any second.

“Jack, I—“

“Come for me, baby,” he groaned. “Let him fucking hear who you belong to.”

Urban’s heart damn near stopped when he heard your muffled moans echo down the stairs. “Shit.” If he could hear them from down here, it was only a matter of time before Mark would, too.

You came hard, moaning Jack’s name as your whole body shook beneath him.

He followed seconds later, burying himself deep inside you with a guttural groan, filling you up.

Jack stayed buried inside you for a few minutes, both of you breathless and still tangled in each other.

“Still wanna go back to Mark?” he murmured against your skin, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips.

You bit back a smile, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “Shut up…”

Jack chuckled, pressing one last kiss to your lips before finally pulling out, leaving you feeling empty, but absolutely ruined.

He helped you slip back into your panties and fix your skirt, smoothing his hands down your thighs like he hadn’t fucked you senseless without a care in the world just minutes ago.

As the two of you stood up, your legs proved to be a little shaky. Jack noticed, of course he did, and his smirk only grew wider.

“Need help walking, pretty girl?”

For some reason, the name sent butterflies down your stomach, as if he hadn’t fucked you just minutes ago, still not used to this comfort around each other.

You rolled your eyes, but your flushed cheeks gave you away.

He grabbed your hand before you could protest, intertwining his fingers with yours as he led you toward the door.

Downstairs, Urban stayed watching the stairs like a hawk, hoping to any higher power that Mark would stay the fuck outside. Of course, though, the universe didn’t work that way.

Mark walked back in through the patio door just as you and Jack appeared at the middle of the stairs.

You and Jack walked down the stairs hand-in-hand. You felt so happy and in love your heart could burst out of your chest. The only thing was now you had to break up with Mark.

You were giggling softly, head cuddling to his side, trying to smooth down your messy hair with your free hand. Jack’s curls were still slightly disheveled, his white button-up wrinkled. His fingers were still laced with yours, like he couldn’t help but claim you in front of everyone, Mark included.

Mark’s eyes flicked between you both as he walked towards you, confusion clouding his features as smoke flared from his nostrils. He couldn’t quite piece it together, but something felt off. His mind just couldn’t land on a concrete suspicion.

Urban’s stomach dropped as he saw the situation unfolding — Mark about to cross paths with you and Jack.

You tried to subtly pull your hand away from Jack’s, but he tightened his grip enough to make you stay. It was frustrating how you liked him so much that your judgement was easily clouded.

“Relax,” he whispered against your ear, his lips brushing your skin. “He doesn’t know shit.”

Well, that didn’t stop your heart from racing. You knew you were eventually going to come clean with Mark and break up with him; you just didn’t know when or how.

You reached the bottom step, Jack still glued to your side — your cheeks flushed, lips slightly swollen from so much kissing, thighs sticky beneath your skirt.

Urban shot you a warning look from across the room, and walked toward you and Jack, just close enough for you to hear him. “Fix your hair. Act normal. Don’t fucking giggle.”

You and Jack finally let go of each other’s hand, with Jack brushing his fingers down your lower back one last time before he ‘gave you away’.

“Where’ve you been? Is everything ok?” Mark asked, walking up to you with furrowed brows.

You opened your mouth to answer, but Jack beat you to it.

“She was upstairs,” he answered smoothly, not missing a beat. “Needed some air. Got a little dizzy.” Jack nodded, ever the cool, laid-back guy.

Mark’s face softened immediately, his worry taking over. “Baby, you okay?” He reached out to touch your arm, but you instinctively flinched and Jack supressed a grin.

Urban watched the whole exchange from the corner, sipping on his drink. He was already wondering how he was gonna help clean up this mess when you and Jack asked him for help Jack.

“Yeah… I’m fine,” you mumbled, forcing a small smile.

Urban’s eyes darted between you, Jack, and Mark, ready to intervene at any second. But Mark, ever the sweet, naive boyfriend, didn’t suspect a thing.

“Come on,” he said softly, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Let’s get you some water,” he said as he guided you to the kitchen.

Your mind instantly started running, wishing those were Jack’s fingers, and not his, that were holding you. Wishing Jack was the one hanging with you now, getting you water and helping you feel better.

Jack watched as you walked away from him, and the smug grin on his face never faltered. All because of his logic — you might be leaving with Mark, but you were already his.

You sat next to Mark on the couch, sipping the water he’d gotten you, but your mind was still racing from everything that had just happened upstairs.

Jack stood across the room, leaning against the wall with a red cup in hand, casually chatting with Urban about everything like he hadn’t just been deep inside you minutes ago. His eyes, though? His eyes never left you.

Every time Mark looked away, Jack would catch your gaze. He’d give you this lazy, knowing smirk, as if he was remembering the way you fell apart under him — almost like he knew you were still soaked from him. The memory was ingrained into his mind now, even if you didn’t go back to him there was no way to erase that anymore.

Your cheeks would heat up everytime, heart pounding against your ribcage. You were giving it your best shot to try and act normal, keeping your legs closed and your hands steady around your glass, but your mind was everywhere and Jack was making it fucking impossible.

Urban watched the whole thing from the corner, eyes flicking between you and Jack like he was watching front-row at the movies. “This is a whole ass mess,” he sighed into his cup.

You and Mark were now leaning against the bar counter, chatting and drinking with a few people around. At one point, Jack made his way over to the bar, plopping to your side.

He leaned down from behind. His curls brushed your cheek as he leaned in close, his breath hot against you ear.

“You’re dripping down your thighs, pretty girl,” he whispered low enough that only you could hear.

Your whole body stiffened and goosebumps rocked through you, heat pooling in your core all over again.

Jack smirked against your ear, his lips touching the shell. “Bet Mark wouldn’t even know what do with a mess like you.”

You squeezed your thighs together, your pulse skyrocketing. A small, breathless giggle slipped out before you could stop, immediately followed by a bright flush rushing to your cheeks. Fuck, you thought.

Mark glanced at you, brow furrowing slightly. “What’s so funny?”

Your eyes darted between him and Jack, who was still standing dangerously close behind you, looking smug as hell.

“N-Nothing, you stammered, biting your lip.

Oh, Jack was enoying this way too much. Jack bit back a grin, straightening up and walking away like he hadn’t just whispered the filthiest shit in your ear in front of your boyfriend.

Mark’s brows knitted together, suspicion flickering behind his eyes. He glanced between you and Jack’s retreating figure, something clicking in the back of his mind — but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it yet.

Urban noticed the shift immediately. He sighed, muttering into his drink again. “Yup… whole ass mess.”

For the next hour, the tension only built. Mark started recklessly binge-drinking, all in hopes of calming his nerves and not care, or preferably forgetting about what was happening.

Jack kept whispering things in your ear whenever he walked by — things that made you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together, things that made you blush so hard Mark started noticing.

You were the best thing to have ever happened to Mark. He would keep pushing and holding onto you for as long as he could.

“Why do you keep giggling like that?” Mark asked at one point, eyes narrowing.

Your heart pounded in your chest. “I’m just a little tipsy,” you lied, forcing a smile.

Jack snorted softly across the room, obviously overhearing.

Mark’s jaw clenched, his suspicion slowly but surely turning into jealousy. It was only a matter of time before he would figure it out. And the worst part was Jack kind of wanted him to.

As the night went on, the tension only grew bigger and bigger. Mark had been watching you like a hawk for the past hour, drunk out of his mind now — every blush, every nervous giggle, every subtle glance you exchanged with Jack across the room, he saw them all. He was finally piecing together a puzzle that had been right in front of his eyes the whole time.

Urban kept catching Jack’s eye from across the room, silently wanting him to cool the fuck down. But Jack… Jack didn’t give a single fuck. He was high off of you, as you also were, off of the fact that he was just buried inside you upstairs while your boyfriend was down here worried and looking for you.

You were chatting with Urban, nervously sipping on your drink when Mark finally snapped.

“What the fuck is going on?” Everyone went quiet, and your heart nearly stopped.

"Mark—”

“Nah, don’t try to talk me out of this,” he cut you off, his voice louder now, the alcohol in his system fueling his anger.

“You’ve been acting weird all night, blushing like a little slut every time Jack so much as breathes near you.” Thank God Jack wasn’t around there to hear that.

Your stomach dropped. A few people glanced over at the commotion, the tension rippling through the room.

“Yo, chill out, man,” Urban tried to cool things down, stepping forward, but Mark shoved his hand away, eyes locked on you.

“Did you fuck him?”

Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like everyone around you could hear it. You opened your mouth to deny it, to say anything, but no words came out. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to keep lying.

“Answer me,” Mark demanded, voice shaking.

You blinked up at him, completely frozen. But before you could even get a word out, Jack’s voice cut through the silence.

“She doesn’t owe you shit.” Simple, yet powerful.

Every head in the room snapped toward Jack. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking calm as ever, but there was something dangerous simmering just beneath the surface.

Mark’s nostrils flared. “The fuck did you just say?” Mark twisted his face in confusion.

“I said... She doesn’t owe you a goddamn explanation.” Jack was asserting and unwavering, his composure intact.

Your heart was in your throt, wide eyes flicking between the two of them as the air grew thicker and thicker.

Mark let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I fucking knew it... I fucking knew you were a whore.” Oh, no, he didn’t say that in front of Jack. Jack’s face instantly turned bright red.

Before you could even react, Jack’s hand was around Mark’s collar, shoving him back a few steps. “Watch your fucking mouth,” Jack screamed at Mark, both his mouth and face now equally filled with fury.

Everyone went dead silent. Urban’s eyes widened, rushing to get between them, but Jack’s grip stayed firm, knuckles white around Mark’s shirt.

You could barely breathe, anxiety starting to take over.

“She’s not a whore,” Jack gritted through clenched teeth. “She’s mine.” For Jack that made all the sense in the world — you were his and that was enough of a reason to cheat on your boyfriend, or at least that’s what he thought.

Your heart practically stopped, both anxious and turned on by the whole sitution. You couldn’t deny how Jack’s demeanor and his protectiveness over you made your core clench.

You saw the way Mark’s eyes flicked to you, realization finally crashing down on him like a tidal wave. The pink flush on your cheeks, the now visible marks on your neck, the way you couldn't even meet his eyes all night — it all made sense now.

Mark’s chest heaved, disappointment and anger in his eyes — eyes burning into yours like you betrayed him, but you couldn't even bring yourself to feel guilty. All because deep down you wanted Jack to claim you.

Jack’s blue eyes flicked toward you, softer now, silently checking if you were okay.

You gave him the tiniest nod, your heart racing in your chest.

“You good, pretty girl?”

Mark scoffed at the pet name, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“This whole fucking time... You wanted him this whole time, didn’t you?”

You opened your mouth to deny it, but the words caught in your throat, because the truth was written all over you face...

Jack laughed, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “That doesn’t matter now. She’s been mine,” he said firmly. “It doesn’t matter that we were not dating. We always had feelings for each other — just deal with it.”

Mark’s fists clenched at his side, face burning red with humiliation.

You glanced back at Mark, his face still twisted in anger and heartbreak, before looking up at Jack's soft face.

Mark between you and Jack, nose flaring, his face red with rage as he stared you down, his eyes more angry than sad now. He took a step forward.

“You’re just a warm body to him,” he spat. “Same as you were to me,” he laughed as he kept close to you.

Jack let him keep going this time, just wanting to get this over with. He stood tall beside you, jaw tight, fists clenched, watching him closely.

“Doesn’t matter if you’re dating him now,” Mark’s voice low and mocking. “You’re still a fucking slut, Y/n,” he snickered as he walked even closer and pointed his finger at you, too close now, his hand almost brushing against your chest. He said it louder this time, wanting to make sure everyone at the party heard it so he could humiliate you.

Before you could even register what was happening, but especially before Mark could do anything to you, Jack slammed him against the wall, his grip around his neck tighter this time.

“Call her that one more time and see what fucking happens,” he growled, voice low and dangerous.

Urban finally managed to wedge himself between them, pushing Jack back just enough to break them apart, but the showdown was already way past the point of no return.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes wide as the words burned through the thick air.

“Mark, stop—” you pleaded.

But he stepped closer. Too close. You instinctively backed away, your heart starting to race. You had never seen him like this before — not this angry, not this cruel.

“You thought you could just fuck him this whole time, huh? Right under my fucking nose?” he shouted.

Tears started brimming in your eyes, your whole body going rigid.

You opened your mouth to speak, but again, the words just wouldn’t come out — your throat was tight, chest rising and falling in fear.

Mark’s eyes were dark, and his voice was low and venemous. “You will always be nothing more than a cheap woman.”

“Don’t you dare keep going.” Jack’s voice was protectively sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife.

In a flash, Jack was right behind you caging you in against him, broad frame blocking you completely from Mark.

His hand was splayed out against your stomach, keeping you gently in place — a silent promise that he wasn’t going to let Mark anywhere near you.

“She’s not your fucking punching bag,” Jack snapped, his voice low and steady — but there was a sad edge to it. “You don’t get to talk to her like that. Ever.”

Mark let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, please—”

Jack pulled away and stepped closer to him, chest puffed out — but his free hand stayed on your waist, grounding you.

“She’s scared of you right now,” Jack gritted out. “Look at her.”

Mark's eyes flicked past Jack, meeting yours — and that's when he saw it.

The tears welling up in your eyes. The way your chest was rising and falling way too fast. The way your whole body was trembling against Jack’s protective frame.

His expression faltered for half a second, but then it hardened again, his pride too fucking big to back down now.

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” Mark spat.

“I know exactly what I’m talking about,” Jack shot back.

“She’s scared of you. And if you take one more fucking step toward her, I swear to God—”

Jack’s hand on your waist squeezed just a little tighter, silently reassuring you that he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you.

Your bottom lip trembled, a tear finally slipping down your cheek — and that's when Jack snapped

“Go ahead,” Jack taunted, voice low and dangerous. “Make her cry again. See what fucking happens.”

Mark’s jaw clenched, but he didn't move any closer.

He knew —deep down— that if he even breathed wrong in your direction, Jack would break his fucking nose without a second thought.

Urban finally stepped between them, muttering under his breath, “Everyone let it go now, please...”

He pushed Mark back, guiding him toward the front door while Jack stayed planted firmly against you, his hand never leaving your waist.

The second the door slammed behind Mark, your legs buckled.

Jack caught you immediately, wrapping both arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

“Hey, hey... I got you, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice soft now — nothing like the dangerous growl it had been two seconds ago.

Jack’s hands cradled your face. “You’re safe now, okay? I’ve got you.”

You buried your face into his chest, hot tears finally spilling out as your body shook against him.

Jack held you tighter, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubbed up and down your lower back.

“It’s okay... I’m not gonna let him touch you,” he whispered into your hair. “You’re mine now. He’s never gonna fucking hurt you again.”

You sniffled, clinging to his shirt as his words wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

Jack pulled back so he could search your face, leaning down so only you could hear him. “You wanna get out of here, baby?”

You nodded, your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

“Take me home,” you whispered shakily.

“That’s my girl,” Jack murmured, brushing a soft kiss against your cheek right in front of everyone.

Jack leaned down, brushing the softest kiss against your forehead. “Anything you want, pretty girl.”

You and Jack walked out of Urban’s house hand-in-hand, the night air cool against your skin.

He laced his fingers through yours, and you walked out of Urban’s house hand-in-hand, the night air cool against your skin.

The ride to your apartment was painfully quiet. Jack’s hand rested on your thigh the entire time, thumb stroking lazy circles — his own quiet way of grounding you without saying a word.

By the time you reached your apartment, the adrenaline had finally worn off. But the moment the door clicked shut behind you, the tension between you snapped right back into place.

Jack stood in your living room, running a hand through his curls, watching you carefully, like he wasn’t sure if you wanted him to stay or go.

You walked over to him slowly, heart pounding in your chest. “Thank you…” you whispered.

Jack’s blue eyes met yours — softer now, like he was trying to hold himself back.

“You never have to thank me for protecting you, baby,” he murmured.

His hand came up, brushing away a stray tear off your cheek with his thumb.

You leaned into his touch without even thinking — and the second your body melted into his, something inside him snapped.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, crashing his lips down onto yours. But was a slow, sweet kiss — not desperate, not possessive. Just a very slow, disarming kiss that made you feel like the most loved girl in the whole world.

You whimpered softly against his mouth, fists tugging into his curls as he backed you toward the couch.

Everything about him was so different from Mark — the way he kissed you, the way he touched you, all like you were something fragile and precious. Like you were his — except you truly were.

He scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom, laying you down gently, hovering over you with one hand cupping your cheek and the other resting at your waist.

“Are you okay?” he whispered between kisses.

You nodded, breathless.

“Are you scared of me?”

Your heart clenched. “No… never.”

Jack’s whole body visbly relaxed at your answer.

“Good… ‘cause I’m not gonna stop unless you tell me to.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered.

His pupils dilated, lips brushing against yours again.

“You wanna forget about him, baby?” He pressed a warm, firm kiss to your cheek.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

Jack’s smirk returned — that cocky little grin that always drove you crazy. “Then let me help you, sweet girl.”

Jack peeled your clothes off piece by piece, taking his time worshiping every inch of your body like he had all the time in the world. He kissed every single corner of your body, his mouth everywhere, grounding you back to peace as he whispered sweet words between kisses.

By the time he pulled back, the adrenaline had faded completely, leaving nothing but exhaustion and heartbreak weighing heavy in your chest.

You sat on the edge of your bed, burying your face in your hands as the first sob finally broke free.

Jack froze, his heart shattering at the sound.

“Baby…”

He was in front of you in seconds, dropping to his knees between your legs. His hands rested on your thighs, squeezing gently — like he was afraid you might break.

You shook your head, still hiding behind your hands.

“I just… I just shouldn’t have dated him,” you choked out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jack’s breath caught in his throat.

“I wish I had been your girlfriend all this time… not his,” you sobbed.

He closed his eyes, his jaw clenching as those words sliced through him like a knife.

You finally dropped your hands, your tear-streaked eyes locking onto his.

“But you… you didn’t want me.”

Jack’s heart fucking broke, nothing he had ever heard broke him more than this right now.

He cupped your face with his full hands, thumbs wiping away your tears with the softest touch.

“Baby… no.” His voice was thick, raw. “You have no idea how fucking bad I wanted you. Every single day.”

Your breath caught, lips parting slightly. But before you could speak, Jack leaned in closer, his forehead pressing against yours.

“You were always mine,” he whispered. “I just— I was scared.”

You blinked up at him, tears still brimming in your eyes. “Scared of what?” you whined, not even intending to.

He swallowed hard, his fingers trailing down your jaw. “Scared I wouldn’t be enough for you. I didn’t know if I was what you deserved at that point in my life.”

Your heart clenched, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks. “Jack…”

He shook his head gently, brushing his nose against yours. “I didn’t want to ruin us, baby. You’re the best thing that’s ever fucking happened to me. And I thought… if I had you, I’d never survive losing you.”

You let out a shaky breath, your hands finally reaching up to cradle his face —as if to console him— your thumbs brushing along his scruff. “You were never gonna lose me,” you softly whispered.

Jack’s eyes flicked to your lips, his breath hot and uneven against your mouth.

“You’re still mine?” he whispered.

Your heart was pounding so hard you swore he could hear it. “I always was… and always will be.”

That was all Jack needed to hear.

He leaned in and kissed you like he had been craving it for years, softly and carefully swallowing your broken sobs with his mouth as he pulled you back onto the bed. His hands gripped your waist, pressing you down against the mattress.

His lips moved down your jaw, whispering between kisses. “I’m so sorry, baby… I’m so fucking sorry…”

You pulled at his curls, whimpering softly. “Make it up to me.”

Jack’s breath caught in his throat. “Say less, princess. You don’t have to ask again, just leave it to me.”

From that moment on, Jack was a man on a mission.

He touched you slow, worshiping every inch of your body like it was the first time he had ever touched you… because in a way it was.

He pulled you higher up on the bed against the pillows so you could be more comfortable, his mouth now exploring your neck, your chest, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses that had your skin burning under his touch.

“You’re so fucking perfect, like an angel,” he murmured, lips brushing along your collarbine.

His hands brushed between your legs, teasing you until you were begging for him — breathless moans spilling from your lips.

“Tell me you want this”, Jack whispered, slipping two fingers inside you and curling them just right. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want this, Jack… I want you. I’m still yours… always yours…”

His forehead dropped against yours, his breath ragged and shaky. “That’s my good girl.”

When he finally slid inside you, stretching you open inch by inch, you both let out broken moans — like your bodies were finally right where they were meant to be.

Jack fucked you slow, deep, possessive — one hand wrapped around your throat, the other tangled in your hair.

“You feel that?” he panted, voice rough against your lips. “This is what we’ve been missing, baby.”

You couldn’t even speak. You could only moan and cling to him, your nails digging into his back.

“Tell me, tell me you love me,” he growled, thrusting harder.

“I love you, Jack… And I know you do too.” Your whole body trembled under him. “You love and fuck me better than anyone ever could,” you cried out.

That smirk —the one that made you dizzy— returned as he brushed his lips against your ear.

“Damn right I do. I love you too.”

His voice sent a shiver down your spine. He said it so sure, so intently, and somehow meaning more than sex — meaning he could love you better than anyone ever could.

Then something shifted, and you took matters into your own hands.

You rolled the two of you over, pushed at his chest, and climbed on top before he could stop you. He let you move, surprised but thrilled, watching with fire in his eyes as you sank down onto him, both of you gasping at the stretch.

“Shit,” he hissed, hands flying to your hips. “You tryna kill me, sweet girl?”

You braced your palms on his chest and rocked your hips up and down, following then with slow, tight circles that made your thighs tremble and your head spin. Jack’s hands slid up your waist, pausing to squeeze your sides, then cupped your tits, fingers brushing over your nipples as you rode him.

He looked wrecked, and so, so in love.

“Fuck, look at you…” he groaned, voice unraveling as you bounced on him with your head thrown back. “This is what I was missing? Goddamn.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open as you found your rhythm — his cock hitting just right with every rise and drop of your hips. He grabbed your ass to help guide your pace, and the friction between your bodies only made the pressure coil tighter in your belly.

“Ahhh, you’re so hot, Jack. Been needing this for ages. Just you and me, just like this.”

He growled. “My beautiful, sexy baby. I’ve been needing this more than words could say. Nothing had ever felt this good.”

But just when he started to buck up into you with more force, you collapsed against his chest, letting out a high, breathy moan.

“Need you to take over,” you whispered shakily. “Can’t— can’t hold it anymore. Please.”

Jack suddenly flipped you over, pressing your chest down into the mattress — his arm sliding beneath you, curling around your middle like he wanted you as close as possible and couldn’t bear any distance between your bodies. His other hand gripped your hip, pulling you back against him.

You gasped as your cheek met the sheets, breath catching, heart pounding, legs instinctively parting for him. And when he pushed into you again, deep and slow, it was like being claimed and adored all at the same time.

“Hold still for me,” he growled behind you, his breath hot against your ear as he bent your back over. “Gonna take my time now.”

He ran his hand up your spine —slow, reverent— then dragged his lips along your shoulder blade, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your arching back. You whimpered at the tenderness.

And then he slid back inside, deeper from this angle — slower, so achingly slow, like he was making sure you’d feel every inch.

You clawed at the sheets, dizzy and drunk off his love.

“Jack—”

“I know, baby,” he rasped. “I know.”

His took his hand out from under your core and now slipped it just around your waist, holding you up just enough for him to reach deeper, pull harder. You couldn’t even form words anymore — just trembling gasps and broken moans as the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room.

“That feel good, princess?” he asked darkly, dragging his teeth along your shoulder before pressing one soft bite on the curve.

You nodded erratically, tears pricking your eyes from how overwhelming it was — not from pain, but the way he was everywhere, inside and around you, all-consuming.

He slid his arm under your stomach, pulling you flush against him from behind, whispering filth into your ear as he fucked you through it — soft praises, dirty promises, raw need laced with the gentlest kind of love and softest kind of praise.

“Look at you,” he murmured, lips brushing your hair. “My perfect girl… forever mine now.”

And this time, when your body fell apart underneath him, it wasn’t just release. It was peace, contentment, safety, and pure bliss — your body breaking and clinging to his as he reclaimed you, owned you, worshipped you.

You were still trembling in the aftermath when he finally slipped out of you, wrapping his arms around you as you caught your breath.

“Be right back,” he murmured, brushing your hair from your forehead and kissing your cheek for the millionth time.

You felt the bed dip as he got up, coming back a moment later with a warm washcloth. He sat beside you, murmuring little praises as he gently cleaned between your thighs, careful and slow. You flinched a little at the sensitivity, but he just kissed your tummy and kept going, quiet and focused.

“I got you,” he said softly, pressing a warm, firm kiss to your inner thigh once he was done.

Then he pulled the covers over both of you, curled his body around yours, and whispered against your neck. “No one’s ever touching you like that again. Not while I’m breathing.”

It felt like relief — all the chaos, all the pressure of having to date someone when you’d rather have someone else, the ache of not having Jack, finally gone now.

It was like he was undoing every touch Mark ever laid on you — rewiring you and healing you, piece by piece.

You collapsed in his arms, trembling, sobbing from happiness this time — entirely his.

And Jack just held you there, kissing your shoulder, whispering against your ear. “Never again, baby. Nobody’s ever gonna hurt you again. I’m gonna love you forever.”

You fell asleep tangled in his arms, your body wrecked and your heart safe, satisfied, and finally right where they belonged.

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.