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nattinatalia · 11 months

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Jack Harlow x Reader : SECRETS AND REUNIONS

At age ten your parents had taken a job offer that paid more than what they were used to seeing. That offer resulted in moving from your hometown and to Louisville.

Starting school in the middle of the year was never fun, kids were always mean but a certain curly boy with blue eyes had stepped in and taken you under his wing.

It was a beautiful friendship that blossomed into a high school love.

A love with so many first evers.

Jack was the first boy you held hands with.

He was your first kiss.

He was your first everything.

You were there besides him through everything. You supported his dreams, and his drive to get out there and get noticed with his music.

Him, alongside his friends- they were hustling to get their music out and be something. Of course being the supportive friend and girlfriend, you were there at every little show, every little project they had around town, until eventually it meant traveling back and forth from Louisville and Atlanta.

Everything was going well, everything Jack had dreamed for, he was making it come true and you couldn’t be more proud.

You had moved with him to Atlanta, and that’s when he started getting noticed. His song What’s Poppin had been a hit and that just opened up more opportunities for him.

You were happy for him, you really were. But as he got bigger, that meant getting the attention of girls all over the world.

He never made you feel unloved or unhappy, but you just couldn’t understand the need for him to be too friendly with women.

You’d fight more, more often than usual and it was driving you both crazy. You knew he wouldn’t end things, too afraid to lose someone he’s familiar with. But you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I- I don’t understand babe.”

“You don’t have to.” You shrug, “It’s what’s best for both of us.”

“How is leaving me best for both of us? What happened?.”

“Jack, look around.” You lift your arms, gesture around you. “This isn’t a home, it hasn’t been for a while.”

“So we try, you don’t give up.” He yells.

“I can’t, that’s the problem.” You whisper out.

“Y/N, please don’t do this.”

“This is for our own good. You can focus one hundred percent on your music and your career. I could start focusing on what I actually want to do. I can't follow you around all my life.”

“So that’s it?” He asks, glaring at you, his chest puffing in and out. “You’ve given up on us, on me?”

“It’s not that I gave up, Jack.”

“That is exactly what it sounds like.” He yells, making you jump. “If I walk out that door right now, I’m not coming back.”

“Jac-“

“Are you done then?”

You nod. “Y-yeah, I think I am.”

He scoffs, grabs his keys and heads to the front door. “I love you, I loved you since the first day you walked in school rocking pigtails and braces. You broke us, not me.” With those final words he walks out, slamming the door behind him.

With a broken heart you continue to pack your stuff. You honestly thought this would’ve gone better since it felt like Jack had already checked out from the relationship.

You weren’t just moving out from your shared apartment, you were actually moving away from Louisville. You were going to leave without letting anyone know, and it was bittersweet but you knew Urban, Clay, even Maggie would try to convince you to stay and you’d give in.

That’s why you packed in silence, a few tears running down your face and having second thoughts about your rash decision.

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When you moved away four years ago you didn’t think you’d be back here. But here you were and you wore more nervous than excited for so many reasons.

Throughout the four years Jack was very well known now. He's been accomplishing everything he once dreamed about and you were always happy and proud of him.

You’ve had no contact with him or anyone in his circle whatsoever. You know coming back will be the talk of the town and you were not ready for all of that.

You were taking down boxes from your car when you heard someone calling you. “Y/N?” A voice comes behind you. “Is that you?”

You close your eyes and mutter a quick “fuck” and turn around. “Clay, hi.”

“Oh shit it really is you.” He comes up to hug you. “What are you doing back?”

“I came to spend some time with my grandpa.” You tilt your head to the side “What are you doing here?” You notice that he’s carrying a few bags.

“Oh, we always bring him groceries and we try to have lunch with him.”

“We?” You asked confused, but deep down you have a feeling you know who he’s referring to.

“Jack.”

You nod, “Since when?”

“We’ve been doing it since you left.”

You nod, “I appreciate it, thank you.” You close the door to your car and smile at Clay. “I can take the bags in.”

“Na it’s okay, we have a game of cards to continue.” He shrugs.

“I don’t think that-“

Clay nods, understanding. “Okay fine, I’ll give you the weekend to settle in and get your story right. After that, I’m resuming my schedule with your grandpa and telling my brother.”

You smile, “Thank you Clayborn.”

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“You can’t open the door, you have to wait for me to come.” You tell him.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You open the door and freeze on your spot. You can’t believe he’s here in front of you.

You knew it was only a matter of time the news of you coming back would reach him. But you thought since he just had an album release and a movie, that he’d be busy and it’ll give you enough time to settle in.

“Who that momma?”

Jack furrows his eyebrows and looks behind your legs, then looks back at you. “He yours?”

You nod, “Y-yeah”

He kneels down. “I’m Jack, what’s your name?”

Jack smiles at him, stares at him, studying him, looking at his face and his entire body.

“A-Anthony.” He answers behind your legs.

“Toni, go see if grandpa finished building your fire truck papi.” You push your son inside the house and close the door.

“What are you doing here?” You’re both standing outside on the porch now.

“Clay told me he saw you moving in and your grandpa told me to come over.” He answers you, confused as ever. “He said you’ve been wanting to talk to me.”

“Viejo metiche.” You mumble. “Look I don’t know why he’d tell you that.”

“He’s mine isn’t he?”

“What?”

“Anthony” he points behind you, “That boy inside is my son huh?”

You shake your head, “N- he’s mine.”

“Y/N, you left four years ago and he looks around that age.”

“Jack, don’t do this.” You shake your head

“You left and didn’t even bother to tell me I have a son? How could you do that to me?.” He raises his voice. “Wait, is that why you left?”

“N-no of course not, I found out a few weeks later after I left.”

“You didn’t think to tell me? To pick up the phone and let me know?”

“Honestly? No, you were busy with your career and I wasn’t going to be the reason why you stopped chasing your dreams.”

He laughs, nodding his head. “You’re something else.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I knew it was wrong but I just didn’t know how to tell you.” You wrap your arms around yourself, you can feel a wave of emotions flowing through you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too.” He pulls out his phone, types something quickly and places it back in his pocket. “You’ll hear from my manager soon, she’ll contact you with my lawyer.”

“J-Jack, what do you mean lawyer?”

“I’m never going to forgive you for keeping him away from me.” He heads down the steps, into the lawn and you’re quick to follow him.

“Please don’t, don’t take him away from me.” You’re sobbing now.

He turns around to glare at you, his nose flaring “I would never.” Pointing a finger to your chest “I’m not like you.”

With those final words, he makes it into his jeep and speeds away. Leaving you a crying, worried mess.

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hoodharlow · 1 year

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The Muffin Man

AN: one thing about me is that I'm gonna start another series on top of the ones I have started lmao 🤪🤪🤪 also, in this universe Devin Booker doesn't exist. He's going to be face claim for OC's older brother in this series <3

Requested? No

Warnings: bad flirting, mentions of cheating but it's all a big misunderstanding on Jack's end and brief mentions of solo smut

Word Count: 3.6k words

It was embarrassing at this point. At his grown age he shouldn't be having crushes, for fucks sake, he's Jack fucking Harlow. Yet here he was palms sweaty, nervous out of his mind to order his drink from the cute cafe owner in his apartment building. She moved into the building a few months ago and bought out the previous cafe owner. Personally, and this isn't because he has a thing for her, but Jack likes the drinks more from her than the previous owner. There was a more authentic vibe to them.

Jack watched her take a tray over to a table where several older women were sitting with matching books. They all complimented her and thanked her for bringing their drinks. She smiled and went back to take orders.

There was only one other person ahead of Jack and Urban. Just as the person was paying Urban's phone rang.

"Shit, I gotta take this. It's the gallery, can you get my usual?" Urban asked.

He didn't wait for Jack to respond; he just walked out to the terrace to answer. It made Jack panic more since Urban was the one who ordered for him. He just paid.

"Next." She said, motioning Jack to step up and order.

"Uh, can I get a strawberry-banana smoothie and a tea to go, please." Jack said nervously. He glanced down at her nametag, pinned nicely on her chest, and said that it said Ynez in cursive.

"What kind of tea?" Ynez asked.

"Oh, just the hottest you have." He said, pulling out his card.

"I meant flavor wise like green, chai, ginger-orange, canela, black, earl gray, matcha–"

Someone walked up to the counter to the food display. It was Ernesto Cruz aka Ernie by everyone, forward for the Atlanta Hawks. He dropped a twenty in the tip jar then grabbed the last blueberry muffin from the display and took a bite.

"Ernie, seriously?" Ynez frowned.

"I'm running late." Ernie said, kissing her temple. "Love you."

“I love you too.” She rolled her eyes as he walked out of the counter. She turned back to Jack. "I'm so sorry about him. He has no home training. any food items I can interest you?"

"Do you have more blueberry muffins?" He asked.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry he took the last one." Ynez said apologetically.

"Oh that's fine." Jack waved her off.

"Now I feel really bad– you know what, your smoothie and tea are on the house." She said, tapping the screen.

"What? No, here." He passed her his card.

"On the house, don't worry about it." She shook her head.

"Fine." He gave in

Jack slipped a twenty in the tip jar when she turned around to get food from the kitchen in the back. He sat at a small table in the back and checked his phone. He looked up Ernie Cruz on Instagram. He didn't have many posts, but he found one from a few years ago of him and Ynez at his college graduation. 'My day one' said the caption. Jack saw that Ynez was tagged and clicked on her @, but much to his dismay, she was private. He sighed and exited out of the app. He couldn’t believe she had a boyfriend and that he was an NBA player. Granted Ynez and Ernie moved into the building at the same time, but Jack never put them together. But at least he now knew he didn't have a chance and could act normal with her.

"Hey, uh, you never told me what kind of tea you wanted." Ynez said, approaching him.

"Just a green tea." Jack said, quietly.

"Okay coming right up." She nodded, writing on the cup. "I truly am sorry about the muffin."

"Don't worry about it." He said, giving her his signature grin.

Ynez felt her cheek flush, panties melt, and stomach drop seeing his smile. She pushed back her hair and pointed back. "I'm, uh, going to get your drink, um, made."

"Thank you." He nodded.

He pretended to stretch his back so he could watch her ass in the tight black jeans she wore. She may be taken, but that wasn't going to stop him from appreciating her body. He was just going to admire from far.

"Look at you, telling her more than three words." Urban said, sitting across from him. "When's the wedding?"

"Shut up." Jack grumbled. "She's got a man."

"Who?" His best friend asked curiously.

"Ernie Cruz." He said.

"Your new neighbor?" Urban folded over laughing. He wiped fake tears. "Man, you have the worst luck.”

“What did the gallery say?” Jack asked to change the subject.

“Everything is going smoothly and they said the opening is set for a few weeks from now." Urban explained. He had submitted some of his photographs into a photography competition. The winner would get a $5000 cash price and the gallery would exhibit the winner's art for two months. He nodded his head to Ynez. "You should ask her to come see the exhibit when it's up."

Jack gave his best friend a pointed look. "Did you not hear me when I said she has a boyfriend?"

Ynez was in her apartment's kitchen making some muffins for Jack Harlow. Technically it's her brother's apartment since he paid for everything, but she was on the lease. Her and Ernie were half siblings. Their dad didn't know condoms existed and got their moms pregnant at the same time. They were born days apart and their family called them the twins as a joke. Their dad ended up marrying Ernie's mom, Morgan, but he still co-parented with Ynez's mom, Gabriela, until she passed when Ynez was eight. They took her in and Ernie's mom raised her like her own. Her family never made her feel left out and she felt loved by them. When she was twelve Ernie's mom legally adopted Ynez. Since then they've been a close family. She was the one who got her into baking. She even passed down her infamous blueberry muffin recipe to Ynez.

Speaking of blueberries, Ynez genuinely felt bad that her brother took the last blueberry muffin when Jack Harlow wanted to buy it. She set the bowl down and went to where she set the blueberries to dry, only to find her brother popping a large handful in his mouth.

“Stop eating them, you’re not gonna leave any for the muffins.” she smacked him with the wooden spoon.

“Dude, that shit hurted.” Ernie rubbed his arm. He grabbed another handful to piss her off. “I doubt your little boyfriend won’t care if it’s not full of blueberries.”

“Jack isn’t my boyfriend. Besides, it's the least I could do since you stole from my shop.”

“I left a very generous tip for those overpriced muffins you sell.” her brother argued.

Ynez turned to Kiko, their two year old doberman and pointed to her brother. “Kiko, bite him for me.”

Kiko lifted his head from his bed and sighed dramatically before going back to sleep.

“What are you doing after you drop off your boyfriend’s muffins?” Ernie asked, buttoning his dress shirt.

“What are you doing later? Got a date?” Ynez eyed him.

“I’m just going out, don’t worry about it Nezzie.” he said.

“One, don’t call me Nezzie and two, I know you have a date. Te conozco.” she said as she folded the blueberries into the batter.

“Think what you want, Nezzie.”He pulled out his wallet and handed her one of his cards. “Get some dinner that isn’t dino nuggets and tater tots. I’ll be back before midnight. Te cuidas.”

“Bye Ernie.” she said.

She knew her brother was lying; he was going on a date. A few weeks since they moved to Atlanta, they ran into his ex at the store when she was finishing up her twelve hour shift at the hospital. She was surprised to see the twins in Atlanta.

Him and Aisha, his ex and Ynez’s best friend at the time, broke up because Ernie was going to Duke to play for their men’s basketball team. Ynez and Aisha stayed in Arizona and went to ASU. Ynez studied communications while Aisha studied nursing. They drifted apart during college since they studied different things and Aisha got more involved in school. Ynez just went to her classes and baked in her free time. After she graduated, she became her brother’s assistant when he got drafted to play for the Suns. He played in Phoenix for a few years then Ernie was traded to the Atlanta Hawks.

After Ynez and Ernie saw Aisha, Ynez reached out and in one of her days off they met up for coffee. The whole time Aisha asked about Ernie but not in the fake way other girls do when it was painfully obvious they only talked to Ynez so they could get on her good side because if she didn’t like them Ernie wouldn’t give them a second glance. Ynez could see that Aisha still had feelings for her brother and vice versa of course.

Ernie was a mess and couldn’t believe that she was in Atlanta as if they still didn’t follow each other and he commented on her post where he congratulated her because she got her dream job. Ynez told him to just hit her up so they could catch up, but his stubborn ass didn’t want to.

She left it alone, not wanting to end up in the middle of it if it got weird. But the last few weeks she picked up on the signs that he was talking to someone. He was pretty open with his phone and would let Ynez use it when she wanted to order food when he was in the shower or just chilling in the living room. Now he kept it at his side at all times and he even changed the passcode. She casually mentioned it to Aisha during one of their coffee hang outs,and she seemed pretty unfazed. That was when Ynez deduced that they were talking again. In addition to the exes having the same dopey grin whenever they would get the text alerts. Now all Ynez needed was confirmation that they were seeing each other.

She scooped batter for her muffins into a muffin tray and let them back in their designated time. Ynez decided to get some dinner. She scrolled through various food delivery apps until she chose QDOBA. Was it her favorite? Not really, but she wasn’t in the mood for anything else nor was she in the mood for Ernie to lecture her on her dino nugget eating habits. Plus it was a good ten minute walk from the apartment building, so she didn’t have to uber or drive.

By the time she finished getting ready, the muffins were ready so she prepped the tupperware container where she was going to put Jack’s muffins in while they cooled down. Ynez carefully placed them in the tupperware and wrote a note for Jack then she placed it on a small lilac envelope, taping it on top of the container lid. She wrestled Kiko into his harness and the two of them made their way to the lobby through the private elevator.

“Good evening Miss Cruz.” Miles, the night doorman, greeted her. He was an older man in late 60s. He reminded her of her grandfather with how friendly he was. When she opened the bakery he was on his way out so she always gave him free coffee and doughnuts after his shift.

“Hi, Miles.” she said, walking over to him. “I had a small favor to ask you.”

“Anything, miss.” he said.

“Could you please deliver these to Jack Harlow?” she asked in a hushed voice. “Earlier he wanted some muffins and you know how Ernie is and he–”

“There’s no need to explain Miss Cruz. I’ll do it.” he nodded.

“Thank you.” Ynez smiled as she walked out with Kiko.

She was too busy confirming her QDOBA order that she didn’t see in front of her and ran into a very tall body. Then Kiko ran around them, trapping them with his leash. Ynez was chest to chest with none other than the muffin man, Jack.

“Hey,” Jack said, giving her a pantymelting smile.

“Hi,” she squeaked, not looking at him.

Fortunately Kiko didn’t tie them tightly so Ynez was able to turn around. Jack bit back a groan when she bent forward to hold onto her dog’s harness and untangle them.

“Sorry about that.” She apologized.

She didn’t give him a chance to answer and she sped walked away. Jack pushed back his curls confused and walked over to Miles.

“Sup, Miles.” he greeted him.

“Good evening Mr. Harlow.” Miles nodded.

“Miles, I’ve been living here for almost two years, please call me Jack.” he said.

“It’s a habit Mr–Jack.” the doorman chuckled. He bent down on his desk and handed Jack a tupperware container. “Miss Cruz wanted me to give you these.”

“Thank you.” Jack nodded.

He had no idea who Miss Cruz was. Once inside his private elevator. He opened the container and saw six large muffins. They were the same ones from Ynez’s bakery. Then it all hit him, Ynez was Miss Cruz. Which meant she was Ernie’s wife.

Jack cursed. Of course with his luck, he had to go and catch feelings for a married woman. His elevator opened and he walked down the hall to his apartment. The top three floors of the building were the penthouses. Each floor had two penthouses. His apartment was 512 and the one on the other end was 510.

Once inside he set the tupperware on the table where he kept his keyes and went to get ready to go out. He had a work dinner with Drama and some other producers. He didn’t feel like going since he spent the whole day in the studio reworking what one of the new engineers did. He walked out and grabbed his keys. That was when he noticed the lilac envelope on top of the tupperware container. He opened it and read the note:

‘I’m really sorry Ernie stole the last muffin. His father didn’t teach him any manners. Hope you like these. Sincerely your neighbor from apt. 510, Ynez’

Of course she had to be his next door neighbor.

Jack had a perfect view of them from where he sat. He stopped paying attention to whatever story Drama was telling. He probably heard it a hundred times beforehand. All his attention was on Ernie and the beautiful woman sitting next to him that was not his wife. He couldn’t believe he would outright cheat on Ynez like that and in public. He should have some decency and get a private room or something.

“Jack, are you paying attention?” one of the producers asked him.

“No, sorry, today was a long day.” Jack apologized. “What were you saying?”

“I was just asking you if you wanted to go with us to this lounge a buddy of mine owns and have some drinks.” he said.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night, but thank you for the invite.” he said.

After dinner Jack drove home. He tried sleeping but he couldn’t. Guilt was eating him alive. He still couldn’t process how or why Ernie would cheat on Ynez. The woman with Ernie was beautiful, there’s no denying it, but that shouldn’t be enough to cheat on someone.

Sleep finally caught up to him and he fell asleep at three in the morning. He woke up around noon and was on autopilot the rest of the day. He came back from the studio that evening tired. All he wanted to do was sleep. When he got in his apartment the first thing he saw was the tupperware container. He took it as a sign to tell Ynez. He placed the muffins in a cake stand where he put all his pastries. He washed the container and made his way across the hall.

He knocked on her door and waited.

Seconds later, she opened the door.

“Hi?” she smiled. Her bathrobe opened, revealing her chest to him.

“Your, uh,” Jack gestured to her bare chest.

“Oh my fuck–I’m so sorry.'' She turned around and tied it. “One second.”

Ynez closed the door. A few minutes later she opened the door, now fully dressed in an ASU hoodie and leggings.

“I am so sorry, I was coming out of the shower when you knocked and–”

“It’s okay, they looked good–shit, I meant, you don’t have anything to be ashamed–”

“How about we start all over, and forget I flashed you.” Ynez suggested.

“That would be great.” Jack grinned.

“Hi, would you like to come in?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah.” he nodded. He followed behind her, eyeing her ass in the tight leggings. He quickly averted his gaze elsewhere and took in the penthouse. It had the same layout as his, but there was a more homey vibe to hers. Her dog came by and sniffed him then retreated back to the living room.

“So what made you journey across the hall?” Ynez asked, pouring them some glasses of agua fresca.

“I brought your container back.” Jack said, sliding the tupperware to her.

“Oh thanks.” she said, taking it. She went to the other side of the kitchen and put it back in its designated stop in the cabinets.

“Is Ernie here?” he casually asked.

“No, he flew to Charlotte, I think, for a game. I’m not too sure. I don’t really keep up with his game schedules.” Ynez said, taking a seat across from him.

“Oh,” he nodded.

“Yeah,” she nodded back.

There was an awkward silence. The only sound was Kiko’s loud snores coming from the living room.

“I didn’t come just to drop off your container.” Jack finally said after a few minutes. “I don’t know how to say this. It’s really not my place and stuff, but I couldn't not tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Ynez furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“I saw Ernie yesterday with a woman–”

“Did she look like this?” She passed him her phone, showing him a picture of Aisha.

“I wasn’t wearing my glasses so I couldn't make out her face, but I think it was her.”

“I fucking knew it!” she laughed. “He thought he was slick but I knew.”

Jack was now the confused one. “You knew your husband was cheating on you?”

Ynez tilted her head. “I don’t have a husband.”

“So Ernie is…”

“My half brother.” she giggled. “Wait did you think Ernie was my–ewww. God no, he's my brother.”

“And I’m the biggest idiot.” he felt his cheeks flush.

“It’s an honest mistake. We don’t look alike.” she shrugged.

“Well I’m glad, I didn’t ruin any marriages.”

Ynez laughed at his comment. They changed the subject and talked for a good hour, getting to know each other, before Jack had to leave because he had an early flight to New York. Ynez wished him a safe trip and walked him out. She closed the door and let out the loudest laugh.

She couldn’t believe Jack Harlow thought she was married to her brother. Of all conclusions he could have made. But she did find it noble of him telling her that he saw Ernie with Aisha. She’s scrolled through articles and tweets in the past saying that Jack was a kind and generous guy. She finally got to witness that. In an awkward circumstance, but that proved to her what kind of guy he was and she knew she could trust him. It made the small crush she had on him develop into a full on crush. She cleaned up the kitchen and got ready for bed. She had to be up at five in the morning to prepare everything for the cafe. She checked the time and her brother should be back at his hotel room, so she Facetimed time.

“Que paso cabezona?” He greeted her.

“I had an interesting talk with Jack Harlow.”

“He told you he saw me out with Aisha, didn’t he?” Ernie deadpanned.

“Yes, but we’ll circle back to that in a second.” Ynez said. “He thought we were together.”

“What?” her brother grimaced.

“I know.” She agreed with his reaction.

“How the fuck did he come up with that conclusion?” he asked.

“I guess we give off ‘siblings or fucking’ vibes. He came to drop off the tupperware and he began apologizing, saying how it wasn’t his place to say, but he couldn’t not tell me, you know. Then he went on telling me how he saw you with Aisha and was confused on why I was happy for you.”

“That explains why he was mad dogging me at Giani’s.” her brother said, scratching his beard.

“Ooh, you took Aisha to Gianis?” she said, impressed with him.

“All I’m gonna say is be careful. He’s a rapper after all.” Ernie said, changing the subject.

“Why would I be careful?” she asked, taken aback.

“Because you fucking like him. And before you go on and say you don’t, remember that I’m your older brother and I know you. Have fun but don’t expect much from him. Some of my teammates know him and know of his rep. I just don’t want you to get hurt, Nezzie.”

Ynez rolled her eyes. “You were doing so good until you called me Nezzie.” She sighed. “You have nothing to worry about. It’s just a little crush that I have. In a few days it’ll go away. It’s not like he likes me too.”

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luvonmes-blog · 2 years

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She’s still pretty

in which, y/n loves her baggy clothes and jack loves her.

fluff, just a lil angst nothing major (i’ll start dropping that shit later), SMUT, sweet smut though nothing to hardcore just some p in v, praise, protected sex. WRAP YOUR WILLY BEFORE YOU GET SILLY THE SUPREME COURT ALREADY WILDIN WE DONT NEED NO MORE GODDAMN BABIES CAUSE YOU WERE BEING DUMB with love though <3

A/N: i said i was gonna start posting so here you go. also this was written on my phone cause i can’t find my computer💀

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Y/N was never really seen as a “girly girl”. she always wore baggy clothes, it started when she was about eight, she would steal her ten year old brothers t-shirts because they were “cooler” and from then on, the obsession with baggy clothes only grew. of course growing up as a little girl and teenager in the early 2000’s, she was bullied for it but she didn’t care. Y/N felt comfortable so it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. when her first hit song “Pretty Little Birds” hit the charts and she was getting interviews with magazines and major celebrity news outlets of course they always asked why she dressed the way she dressed. her answer was always the same.

“being a woman or even just a feminine person in this day and age, you’re expected to over-sexualize yourself, it’s like, a standard.” Y/N says on an interview with Teen Vogue Magazine. “but i want to be someone who can express that you can be feminine without dressing that way or dress like an ‘average’ feminine person, you get what i’m saying? like, it’s ok to be feminine because ‘your body, your choice’ but you don’t have to be hyper-feminine. because at the end of the day you’re still feminine. ask anyone i hang out with - i love girly shit, i love makeup and cute clothes and shit like that but i don’t have to exaggerate that to be perceived as feminine.”

from then on it became a trademark for her and she loved every second of it. Y/N met Jack one fated night out with her friends, she went out with her friends at a club in Atlanta because she had just dropped another song and her friends wanted to give her a break as she was overworking herself. she threw on some cargo pants and a loose shirt before exiting her house and driving to the location her best friend Destiny sent to her. before she could get in her car she got another notification from Destiny.

D🤎 - bitch you better hurry tf up. you’re never gonna believe who’s here.

Y/N didn’t pay any mind to it because Destiny always had a tendency to exaggerate when someone even the slightest bit popular was at the same venue as her. but what she didn’t expect was for her best friend to be openly flirting with the one and only Urban Wyatt in a club at 10 o’clock at night on a Saturday.

Y/N walked over and tapped Destiny on the shoulder as to not interrupt the conversation she had going on with Urban. Destiny turned around with the widest smile on her face and dramatically gasped when she made eye contact with her best friend. she threw her arms around Y/N in a tight hug and whispered something in her ear about how hot Urban was, Y/N couldn’t really hear over the music. Y/N returned the smile and ordered a cranberry juice before turning back to the two other people across from her.

“hi.” she held her hand out to Urban and he took it giving her a firm shake. “i’m Y/N.” Urban responded with a ‘i know who you are’ but not in a rude way, more of a ‘i’m more than aware.’ Y/N obviously knew who Urban was seeing as she was a fan of Jack Harlow and before she could even finish her thought Urban was waving someone over. before she knew what was happening Jack Harlow was standing in front of her. she sized him up realizing she really underestimated how tall he actually was. “um-” Y/N thrusted out her hand awkwardly and introduced herself. Jack let out a chuckle before shaking her hand - Y/N took note of how soft and warm his hands were.

“nice to finally meet you in person.” Jack said as he picked up his water bottle and took a sip.

“huh?” it didn’t click in Y/N’s head that jack was talking about the back and forth the two had over interviews. “oh, yeah, you too.” Y/N looked over to Destiny, her eyes practically screaming for help but Destiny was too wrapped up in running her hands along Urbans chest. Jack and Y/N sparked a connection after Jack DMed Y/N on instagram and that became public knowledge while Y/N had a interview on The Breakfast Club podcast.

“so Y/N.” Charlamagne tha God started. “have any major celebrities - or anyone you would consider a major celebrity - reached out to you.” Y/N thought about the question for a moment before answering.

“i mean- anyone… damn let me think.” the group laughed before she finally got her answer together. “people like, SZA, and Doja Cat have reached out which made me really happy. um… Drake, Kendrick Lamar, even Arianna Grande.” Y/N thought again before answering, wondering if she should say her next thought but she figured ‘why not.’ “Jack Harlow, too.”

“Jack Harlow, really?” Angela Yee asked.

“yeah, that was like, a major shocker to me.” Y/N smiled at the group, reminiscing on when Jack messaged her. “it wasn’t like- he wasn’t flirting or anything if you’re thinking that.” Y/N wanted to make that clear, knowing Jack had a ‘playboy’ rep.

“and what did he say? if you don’t mind me asking.” DJ Envy said.

“hold on, lemme get my phone.” Y/N dug into the pocket of her sweats before opening up her phone and opening instagram. “he said… ‘hey, i just want to introduce myself formally and let you know that i think it’s really dope that you’re popping out the way you are and how you’re climbing up the charts so fast. wish all the best - Jack.”

“and how did you respond to that?” Charlamagne questioned.

“i said, ‘omg i never thought you would reach out to me this way, thank you for the nice words and i wish all the best for you as well.”

“that’s it?” the three asked.

“yeah, i mean, i didn’t really know what to say. and i’m like, kind of an awkward person so i did the best i could without sounding weird.” she said laughing.

that was late 2021 ever since then the two had a small banter with eachother over the internet. one would mention the other in an interview or anything similar and the other would respond. they never met in person, their schedules too full to ever link but tonight seemed like the night. to clear the awkward tension Y/N cracked a joke and Jack went along with it, from then on, the two connected.

Neelam and Mariah (Y/N’s manager) saw this as paparazzi had publicized it and the two reached out to eachother, both thought it would be great for their clients to start hanging around eachother. Jack and Y/N agreed enthusiastically as they got along quite well. first it would be small appearances, their two groups hanging out together but eventually Jack and Y/N got comfortable popping up at eachothers houses as they both lived in Atlanta. fans from both sides thought the two were dating at first but that theory was squashed when Jack and Y/N both posted they were just friends. Destiny and Urban started dating three months after they met and everything was smooth sailing.

when Jack and Y/N started doing interviews together it practically broke the internet. their fandoms joining forces and becoming one large group. their friendship was like none other, you could see they both platonically cared for eachother and their bond was strong. but there was that portion of people who didn’t think Y/N was fit to be friends with Jack because of how she dressed. at first Y/N didn’t pay any mind to it, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal… until it was. extreme Jack fans started bashing Y/N simply for breathing. Jack tried to help Y/N through it but nothing could so, she decided to suck it up and move on. things eventually died down and everything went back to normal or as normal as it possibly could before Jack started acting… weird.

it was gradual. it started with small whispers to Urban and then physical contact. Jack wouldn’t hug Y/N like he used to, it was a small thing to notice but Y/N did being the observant person she is. Y/N thought she did something wrong but out of fear of Jack ending their friendship - Y/N was developing feelings for Jack and figured it’d be better to have him as just a friend than not at all - she didn’t say anything. at some point Jack started bringing more girls around - really pretty girls. girls with pretty brown or blonde hair and legs that seemed to go on for miles. standing next to them Y/N felt… ugly. one time the group was hanging and Destiny wanted to take a picture to document the moment. Jack and the girl he had brought home for the night decided it was best for her to stand next to Y/N, to not raise suspicion. Y/N agreed and the girl sat down on the couch next to her and Y/N looked at this girl - Jackie was her name - and all Y/N could do was criticize herself.

here Jackie was, face beat to the gods, the dress she was wearing had to be the shortest one in her closest and the pretties red pumps Y/N had ever seen. she looked at herself, hair slicked back into a ponytail, her graphic tee she stole from her brother in junior year, black sweats and her absolute favorite pair of Nikes. she wanted to throw up. that night she went home and cried on the phone with Destiny.

“why can’t i be pretty like them.” tears streaking down her face and bag of chips in hand.

“no, babe you’re just as pretty, even prettier.”

“then why doesn’t Jack want me.” she sobbed.

“cause he’s a fucking dick.” Destiny sighed angrily.

“D, he’s your boyfriends best friend.”

“ok and? you should not be crying over no little fucking boy.”

“he’s not a little boy-“

“stop fucking interrupting me. and don’t stick up for his bitch ass. Y/N/N you are so fucking beautiful and i’ll be damned if my best friend is crying over some bitch boy. you are too fucking pretty for that and babes i’m sorry that he doesn’t like you, i know how it feels. but you cannot be sad in the house because of it. you can’t dwell on something that’s never happened yes it’s sad and i know this seems harsh but i really don’t want you to be sad over a guy. especially not a guy like Jack.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N asked confusedly.

“if you stayed at Urbs and Jacks as much as i did you’d see all the girls Jack brings in and out of there. it’s all the same; they sign an NDA, he fucks them then they leave. i don’t want you to be one of them, you don’t deserve that especially not after-”

“i swear to fucking God if you bring up Sean-”

“it’s the truth Y/N/N.”

“what’s the fucking truth. there’s a fucking difference between wanting someone who doesn’t like you back and having some cheat on you.”

“is there really-” Destiny didn’t mean to start an argument but Sean was a sensitive topic for Y/N.

“yes! stop fucking doing that bro! not all of us can be ms. perfect like you and pull any fucking guy we want. sometimes you have to work for that shit! not every guy i meet is going to be like Sean.”

“i’m not saying they are Y/N/N-”

“then what the fuck are you saying? i get that you’re trying to look out for me but stop fucking hovering over me like i’m some goddamn child.”

“i’m sorr-” before Destiny could finish her sentence Y/N hung up the phone. Destiny sighed pulling up to Jack and Urbans shared apartment. she got a notification and checked her phone.

Y/N/N🤎 - i’m sorry. ik you care but sometimes you just have to let me do me

after that, no one heard from Y/N for three days. she decided to some… “redecorating.” she found all her clothes that she never really wore and tried them on. all tight dresses, short-shorts, and tight shirts. the next time she showed up for a get-together at the boy’s house Jack damn near didn’t recognize her. her tight black strapless dress that held her boobs perfectly and ended right under her ass and her UGG slides with her perfectly manicured toes and nails. Jack hustled over to Urban and dragged him into the hallway by his arm.

“dude, what the fuck.” Urban questioned.

“i’m bricked up.” Jack answered, exasperatedly.

“why did i need to know that.”

“because of the person who did it.”

“if you say Destiny, i will beat your ass.”

“fuck no, love her but she’s not my type.” Jack sighed.

“then who?”

“Y/N.” Jack mumbled.

“who?” Urban couldn’t hear him.

“Y/N.” Jack answered. Urban snorted.

“you’re kidding, right?” Urban couldn’t believe his ears.

“why would i be?”

“‘cause Y/N/N’s like a little brother.”

“she’s still pretty. she’s always been pretty.” Jack stared at Y/N from the hall but something was off. her smile wasn’t as wide and she seemed hostile. “i’m gonna go check on her.” if Urban responded Jack couldn’t hear as he was already taking long strides over to her. when he finally reached her his arm wrapped her waist and he landed a soft kiss on her cheek. Y/N immediately knew it was him as this was a habit they’ve grown into.

“hey.” she smiled at him.

“hey, what’s with all the get-up?” he gestured to her, trying hard to not stare directly at her boobs.

“do you not… like it?” her voice raised a pitch in embarrassment, she went out her way only for him to not like it.

“no, it’s not that you look good, great actually. i just, you’re not my usual girl. what happened to the sweats?” he loved this outfit, if the tent in his pants didn’t say anything but he also loved her in her usual attire.

“just wanted to change things up i guess.” she chuckled awkwardly.

“so where’d this come from? you did some shopping without me.” he tried to joke but Y/N got defensive.

“you do know sometimes i like to dress up right, i don’t just walk around looking like some teenage boy all the time.”

“teenage boy… what are you talking about Y/N/N?”

“forget it jack.” she grabbed her keys and hustled to the door.

“ma, wait.” before she could exit the house Jack grabbed her. and there it was, that damned nickname. he always called her Y/N/N but any girl he was remotely interested in he would charm them with that name.

“is that what it takes Jack?” she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.

“ma, what are you talking about.” Jack was confused, with half of his blood rushing to his dick he couldn’t think straight.

“i have to be… pretty for you to give me the slightest amount of your time.” she snatched her arm away from him. “i have to play dress up for you to pay attention to me.”

“ma, no-”

“don’t fucking call me that!” she snapped. Jack saw the tears streaking down her face and tried to pull her into a hug, like he had done so many times before. “don’t touch me!” she pushed him away. “i’ve been pining after you for months and i have to dress up for you to actually want anything to do with me!?”

“ma-” the glare Y/N sent Jacks way could have set him ablaze. “Y/N, where’s this coming from.”

“don’t be fucking stupid, Jack.” she scoffed. “everyone fucking knows i like you but you don’t even look in my direction.” they were in the hall of the apartment building now. “i’m going home.”

“let me at least drive you.” Jack tried to bargain but everyone knew how stubborn Y/N was.

“no. tell D i said goodnight.” he watched as she walked down the stairs and left. when Jack walked back into the apartment Destiny and Urban had sorrowful looks on their face. Jack trudged into his room and collapsed on his bed. the music started to die down until it stopped completely then Jack heard a knock on his door.

“yeah?” Urban opened the door and sat beside Jack on his bed.

“so, what happened?” Urb asked.

“she thinks she has to dress up for me to give her attention.”

“is that not the case?”

“fuck no. i like her the way she is and yeah the dressing up is a bonus but it’s not necessary.” they say in silence for a minute before Jack added on. “she said she’s been pining after me for months.”

“no shit.” Urb scoffed, like it was obvious.

“what?”

“she had the fattest crush on you, bro.”

“you said she was like a little brother.” Jacks brows were furrowed.

“yeah cause you treated her that way.”

“how did i treat her that way!?” Jack was getting annoyed now. not once did he ever treat her like a little brother.

“bringing all these girls around and bragging about how good you fucked them.” Urb ticked off his fingers. “telling everyone how you liked girls the exact opposite of her.”

“that’s a pick-up line!” Jack retorted.

“telling her you see as her as a little sister.” Destiny chimed in, now standing in the doorway.

“it’s a pick-up line.”

“hell of a pick-up line.” Destiny said as she came over and started playing in Urbans hair.

“what the fuck am i supposed to do now?” Jack asked looking towards Destiny.

“you could go find her and apologize.” the couple agreed.

“do you think an apology is enough?”

“Y/N’s a simple girl. if you can admit your wrongs and truly apologize to her she’ll probably forgive you.” Destiny said, she knew you like the back of your hand.

“probably?” Jack questioned.

“with the way you treated her… it might not be that easy.” Urban added.

“why?”

“that girl was in love with you.” Destiny said, a small smile on her face as she made eye contact with Urban. “she would fall at your feet if you asked. and when she loves, she loves hard. it’s why i worry for her but she’s a big girl. she can handle herself.” before Destiny could even start her next sentence Jack was up and grabbing his keys off his nightstand.

“where are you going?” Urb asked.

“to apologize.” Jack rushed to Y/N’s apartment. she only lived 30 minutes away but he made it in 17 (maybe running some lights in order to get there). he took to steps at a time as made his way upstairs to her apartment floor. knocking on her door, he heard some shuffling before the click of the lock. she opened her door and even with her eyes red (a sure sign she’d been crying) she was still one of the - if not the - most beautiful girls he’s ever seen. “i’m sorry.” he rushed out.

“if you’re just saying sorry to say it, i don’t wanna hear it Jack. so you can just leave.” Jack pushed himself into the apartment before she could slam the door in his face.

“no, ma.” he stood in front of her now. “i’m sorry if i ever made you feel like you’re not the prettiest girl in the room because you are. i’ve never felt this way for anyone. you make me smile by just existing.”

“then why do you bring-”

“i bring all those girls around because i can’t have the one i want.” he finished her question. “i’ve never wanted anyone the way i want you. if you’re still mad at me i completely understand but just think about it.” he was headed to the door before a grip on his arm stopped him.

“i’m not mad, Jack. i never was. i was embarrassed.” they stared at eachother before Jack made the first move. all thoughts left his brain completely as his lips met Y/N’s. hers were so soft compared to his. her hands instinctively gripped his hair in the back, a small moan escaping his lips. his hands - that were previously on her waist - tapped the underside of her leg, signaling her to jump. her legs wrapped around his waist and he helped himself to her room, muscle memory helping him along the way. Jack laid her on the bed gently, trailing kisses from her lips to her neck. sucking a hickey onto the underside of her chin.

“so fuckin’ pretty, ma. prettiest girl ever.” he moaned against her neck. he continued trailing kisses down her body, lifting her - his - shirt above her boobs and immediately taking a nipple into his mouth. Y/N whimpered at the stimulation as Jacks hand played with her other nipple. he sucked on one and played with the other until they were hard peaks and Y/N was panting from arousal. he continued kissing down her body until he reached her belly button. he rested his head against her stomach.

“wait.” he broke away, panting. taking her in, her swollen lips, and warm cheeks. “i don’t- i don’t want you to think this is what i came here for. i just wanted to talk, we don’t have to do anything. but if you let me, i will show you just how pretty i think you are. only if you want, ma.”

“i want to. i want you, please.” the way Jack looked at her was like she hung the moon and the stars.

“ok, ok.” he nodded his head against her stomach before kissing her bellybutton and kissing his way between her thighs. he left bite marks and hickeys all over the flesh of her sensitive inner thighs. his beard tickled her as he played with the band of her underwear. he snapped it against her softly, silently asking if he could take them off. Y/N reached down and lifted her hips as she took the garment off herself. she tossed her underwear to the side as she laid back down. Jack stared, her pretty pussy glistening with arousal.

“stop staring, Jack.” Y/N began to grow self conscious as she closed her legs. Jacks hands quickly slipped between her thighs.

“no, don’t do that.” Jack placed a kiss on the hood of her clit that was peeking through. “just so pretty, ma.” Y/N shuddered, not expecting Jack to be so hyper-focused on her pussy. a borderline pornographic moan escaped her lips as Jack wrapped his around her clit and sucked roughly. “taste good too.” he presses feather light kisses against her clit making his way down. he licked up the arousal from her entrance before dipping his tongue in, his thumb running figure eights over her clit. he toyed with her for a bit, light kisses and touches, dipping his tongue in and out before pulling away completely and watching her chest rise and fall heavily.

“please, Jack, no teasing. please.” she had practically sobbed.

“you gotta be patient, pretty girl.” the new nickname made her whine. just as another beg was about to escape her lips, Jacks index finger circled her entrance, slipping in easily. he walls clenched around his finger when he sucked on her clit. she was already on the edge from his teasing and as he slipped in his middle finger, she came around them with a cry. Jack continued his assault on her clit, sucking harder and pressing his fingers up to find that spot. he knew he found it when Y/N let out a strangled moan, her fingers found their way into his infamous curly brown hair and gripped onto the perfect tresses.

“Jack, Jack.” she mumbled over and over again, the name seeming to be the only thing on her mind. Jack looked up from his position between her thighs and the sight above him made him moan, his eyes damn near rolling to the back of his head. Y/N’s head was thrown back, her chest shaking with her sporadic breaths. her grip on his hair got tighter as she approached another climax, her eyes squeezed shut as she tipped over the peak. her legs shook as Jack continued to suck her through her orgasm. “too much.” she muttered.

“no, no. you can give me one more, right, pretty girl.” he convinced her as the tip of his tongue drew tight circles over her clit.

“one more, one more.” she uttered, her eyes blown wide with lust. Jack slipped his fingers out of her and grabbed her wrist - her grip on his hair getting a bit too tight - and pinned them against her sides. “Jack, s’too much.” she slurred but Jack didn’t let up, he sucked harder on her clit and Y/N’s fists gripped the sheets below her. Y/N’s thighs quivered before snapping shut around his head. a scream escaped her lips as she was sent over the edge again. her entire body shook as Jack brought her to her third orgasm. one of her fists got away from his grasp on her and she begin to push his head back, her entire body way too sensitive to experience another orgasm so quickly. Jack finally let up, sitting back with Y/N’s juices shining on his chin.

“you did so good for me, ma.” he slid himself between her legs before kissing her. Y/N could taste herself on Jacks lips and the thought of how Jack was eating her out like a man starved made her moan. her hands slid down to his belt before she felt one of his much larger hands cup hers. “you don’t have to. i just wanted to make you feel good.” he reassured her.

“i know.” she nodded. “but i want to make you feel good too.” she looked up at him through her lashes and her eyes were sparkling. the post-orgasmic glow making an appearance. Jack removed his hand from hers as she unbuckled his belt. she dropped the belt off the side of the bed as she pushed jacks pants and boxers off in one fell swoop. she rolled over and sat on top of him before reaching into her nightstand to grab a condom. she slid the condom onto jacks erect cock before gripping his shoulders and hovering over him. she lowered herself down slowly, Jacks cock stretching her open. “oh God.” her head fell against his shoulder as she adjusted to the size of his cock within her. “you’re so big.” the admittance had Jacks cocks twitching.

“don’t say things like that, ma.” Jack said breathily. “gonna have me blow my load before we even start.” Y/N clenched around him tightly and he threw his head back as he moaned. “so fuckin’ tight, pretty girl. didn’t think i’d fit.”

“i could do it.” she said stubbornly.

“i can see that.” Jack nodded. “i can feel that.” he groaned as he bucked his hips. Y/N started rocking slowly before she gradually got faster, riding Jacks cock hard and fast. “there you go, baby, good girl.” Y/N moaned at the praise. “so fuckin’ good for me, ma. ridin’ me so good, pussy all tight.” his Kentucky accent thick as he spoke. “feel you clenching around me, you gonna cum?”

“want- want you to cum with me. please, Jack, need it so bad.” she sat up to look into his eyes. his cerulean blues almost gone, just a thin line around his black irises. “please.” she tightened herself around him purposely that time and Jack let out a strangled grunt.

“i gotchu, pretty girl, you can let go for me.” the order plus the sound of his strong accent sent her spiraling over the edge. her head fell back as she came, the spasming of her pussy threw Jack over the peak unexpectedly. he released into the condom with a grunt, thick white ropes of cum filling the bubble at the end of the condom, his grip so tight on her hips bruises were sure to form in the shape of his hand later. she fell against his shoulder, panting as they came down from their highs. Jack rubbed circles on Y/N’s back until her breathing calmed down, when he looked at her she was half asleep he rocked her gently until she awoke and told her to go pee (PEE AFTER SEX GUYS!!!!). as she was sitting on the toilet staring into space, Jack came in and ran a bath.

“so… what does this mean?” Y/N asked gently as she sat in the warm water of the tub.

“well, if you’d let me, i’d like to be yours.” Jack said back, just as soft.

“really?” a small smiled played on Y/N’s lips.

“really.” Jack stated firmly. he rubbed soap into her shoulders.

“i’d like for you to be mines.”

“really?” Jack repeated her earlier words.

“really.” Y/N reiterated. “but i don’t have to dress up right?”

“never. you’ll still be my pretty girl.” a blush spread across Y/N’s cheeks. she craned her neck slightly to look at Jack as he met her halfway, their lips locking into a gentle kiss. the kiss quickly turned to more as Y/N’s wet hands slid into Jacks hair. Jacks hand slipped between her thighs and met her clit. the contact sent a jolt through Y/N, Jacks fingers rubbed over her clit until Y/N reached her fifth climax of the night. her body was completely spent as she slumped against Jack. she reached behind her for Jacks cock but he stopped her midway. “no, ma. it’s ok.”

“but i want to.” she replied, sleepily.

“you’re tired.” Jack stated matter of factly. “we can do whatever you want, later. ok?”

“mhmm.” she sighed softly. Jack helped Y/N out of the tub and carried her to her room. he put a oversized shirt on her before laying her in the bed, he had changed her sheets, she noted. “i have some of your clothes.”

“oh, really?” Jack had a smirk on his face.

“in the top drawer.” she pointed. Jack opened her dresser to see a bunch of shirts and sweats he had given her over time.

“i wonder how other guys felt seeing this.” he joked.

“never been other guys. always you.” she said halfheartedly before finally falling asleep. Jack stared at her, his cheeks bright red. he dressed himself before slipping into the bed next to her, pulling her into his side and cuddling into her as she drifted off.

the next morning Y/N awoke to Jack lying beside her. he was still sleep and she took him in. the constellations of freckles on his face. how his beard was more of a ginger color in the center rather than chocolate brown like his curls. she brushed his hair out of his eyes before planting a kiss onto his lips. she got up and washed before heading into the kitchen. when Y/N came back with a bowl of cereal in hand, Jack was sitting up scrolling on his phone.

“hey.” she muttered lightly.

“hi, ma.” he smiled at her. she sat beside him in bed eating her cereal as he wrapped an arm around her waist and laid his head in the crook of her neck.

“any plans today?” she asked, wishing and praying he’d say no.

“no.” a small smile made its way onto her face. “was hoping i could spend it with you.” a grin broke out on her face at that.

“i’d like that.” she smiled at him.

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over the next few weeks the two were inseparable. the relationship was outed to Urb and Destiny when they walked in on Y/N and Jack making out in the kitchen. Y/N was pressed against the counter as Jack held her there, damn near humping her. Urban cleared his throat and the two broke apart like two teenagers caught by their parents. Destiny looked at Y/N worriedly before Y/N mouthed ‘i’m ok’. meanwhile Urban was dabbing Jack up like they’d just won the lottery.

“you finally got the girl.” Urban said, happy for Jack.

“yeah, i did.” the pride seeping through Jacks words. he watched as you talked to Destiny and when your eyes met his, you smiled before turning your full attention to your best friend. “i finally got her.”

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i hope this was good!!! if it wasn’t don’t say anything just shhh… antyways. it wasn’t supposed to be like this but i kinda like it so.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x reader smut #jack harlow x reader angst

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I Give Husband

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Ultimate husband vibes from Jackman 🥰 Make sure you read Two Halves of a Whole Idiot and Married Since When? so that this makes more sense

Synopsis: After it was revealed on instagram that the two of you are married by your best friend Urban, Jack has no choice but to come clean when asked about the status of your relationship in an interview with Angie Martinez

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 😘

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"Okay, Jack I have pulled up the most Googled questions about you. You ready to answer them?"

Based off of this tiktok 🥰🥰

"I’m nervous but, let's do this."

"No reason to be nervous! Okay, first question. Is Jack Harlow single?”

“Nope, not at all been taken since I was 15 by the same person.” Jack suddenly smiled when his mind immediately went to you. You were in the studio all day writing for your second album 777 so Urban along with DJ Drama, Neelam, and Urban accompanied him.

“Okay, next is who is Jack Harlow married to? Wait... why do they think you're married?"

Jack's breath immediately hitched in his throat as he looked over at Angie as she raised her eyebrows as if inquiring more information out of him. He then turned around to send a death glare to Urban since this had really been all of his fault since he was the one who had let it slip in the first place.

Even though it had been announced on instagram, there wasn’t exactly a full post about it since it was buried deep in your comments. He figured it was only a matter of time before more people caught on.

"Uhh Jack, do you have something that you want to share with us?"

"I mean I give husband in my demeanor so that makes sense that people would think that."

"You didn't answer my question!"

“I guess it was only a matter of time before I couldn’t avoid this anymore. So, yes I’m married.”

“Wait a minute..... your girlfriend well wife.... the First Lady of Private Garden?”

“Correct and our parents were ready to kill us when they found out all because someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut.” Jack explained looking at Urban who held his hands up in defense and Neelam and DJ Drama let out a small laugh.

“Wait, I need details! You two are so young still! What age did you get married?”

“We were both nineteen, it happened before we moved to Atlanta. Our parents had no idea, but they do now and it was actually revealed a few weeks ago on instagram buried deep in one her posts in the comments so unless you had seen the post, you wouldn’t have known.”

“And so it’s been almost five years?”

“Almost five years and a lifetime to go. Our original plan was to announce it once we reached the five year anniversary mark this year anyway.”

“When’s your anniversary?”

“December 21st. I proposed maybe a few days after her birthday in the beginning of December.”

“So, who were the witnesses? And how was it kept a secret for so long?”

“All of Private Garden were the witnesses as well as Y/N’s older sister Danielle knew. Everyone was sworn to secrecy from that day and I admit it was sometimes hard when I would be talking about her and I had to make sure that I didn’t say my wife, I had to say my girlfriend and she had to do the same thing.”

“Okay, I can live with that explanation. Next question, who inspires Jack Harlow?”

“This should be a given, my wife Y/N does. Damn that feels good to say and I don’t have to hide anymore.” Jack said while letting out a small laugh.

“I love that, explain a little bit more.”

“She never let me give up for anything even though there were times that I wanted to. You know maybe I didn’t feel like doing a show that night and she would be like, do it now because it’s going to pay off in the end and she was 100% right. I owe a lot to her and she would always tell me to keep going.”

“Happy wife, happy life right?”

“Truer words have never been spoken. I always make sure that she’s good before I can even focus on myself.”

“And I bet she would say the exact same thing about you.”

“That’s just how we are. All of our close friends know. That’s my ride or die.”

“Now, let’s see what’s up next. Is Jack Harlow a father?”

“I mean my wife calls me daddy if you get what I’m saying....”

“Y/N is about to kill you for that.” Angie said while everyone in the studio began laughing at Jack’s answer.

“That’s definitely going to be a fun conversation later. But no, not yet. But when the time is right we’ll know.”

“Okay, what is Jack Harlow’s real name?”

“That is literally my real name, but my full first name is Jackman.”

“Jackman Harlow?”

“Yeah, like Hugh Jackman.”

“Is there a middle name that goes along with that?”

“There is, and the real ones know what it is. Yall already know everything else and that’s my last shred of privacy. I didn’t want to give out the whole government but damn.”

“Last shred of privacy?”

“I already use my name as my stage name like a fool.”

“You know it’s not too late, you know.”

“What? Yes it is. Trust me, they know my face now.”

“It’s not!”

“Is it too late for you?”

“Definitely yes, but I’m not an artist.”

“Okay so what if you went by Lil Ang for the rest of your career?”

“No! Definitely not!”

“See, exactly my point, it’s too late for me.”

Just then Angie was alerted to a call coming through and it happened to be no one other than you.

“Uh oh.”

“What is that uh oh for? You got me nervous now.”

“You’re about to find out as I answer this call....Hi Y/N or should I say Mrs. Harlow, nice of you to join us.”

“Got damn it!” Jack exclaimed while waiting to hear your voice and Urban’s eyes went wide.

“Hi Angie and hi husband. I heard you were talking about me.”

“All good things though, all good things baby girl.” Jack explained while having nothing but a smile on his face.

“Hmm really? Even about the me calling you daddy comment?”

“Well did I lie?”

“JACKMAN THOMAS!”

“THERE IT IS! MIDDLE NAME REVEALED! THANK YOU FOR THAT Y/N!”

“Damn it babe!”

“You act like it’s a secret, people can literally google that about you.”

“So! I You have taken my last shred of privacy away!”

“Stop being dramatic and you can definitely have a stage name.”

“Immediately no, we’ve been through this.”

“My vote is for Lil Jack Jack.” You answered before busting out laughing.

“Now I know for a fact you didn’t just say that.” As Neelam was trying to contain her laughter.

“Wait, I have a question for you Y/N.”

“Anything, Angie.”

“Is Jack really 6′3?”

“Yes, and I would know because I have to constantly climb him like a tree seeing as I’m not even 5′5.”

“So, the stage name won’t fit!” Jack exclaimed.

“It’s a play on words, baby! Keep up!”

“And since I have you Y/N, when are you coming to visit me so we can talk about your husband more?”

“HEY!”

“Soon and very soon. I cannot believe he said that but then again I do. Been dealing with him since I was 15.”

“Babe! You make it sound like a chore.”

“Never that, Jackman. Wouldn’t want to be with anyone else and you know that.”

“I do. We in this forever.”

“Yes we are and babe?”

“Yes mamas?”

“I’m hungry can you get me food and bring it to the studio please?”

“I mean what are you hungry for? Me or something else?”

“JACKMAN BEHAVE! This is why I can’t take your ass anywhere as it is. You never know what to say outta your mouth and don’t you dare say what I know you’re about to say.”

“I love you?”

“I know that wasn’t it but bye husband I love you too and bye Angie!

You hung up and Angie suddenly looked back over at Jack.

“You’re in trouble with your wife aren’t you?”

“Ehh, maybe just a little bit.”

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jackharlow: Wifey 😍💕

y/ninsta: hubby 😘

saweetie: my best friend is a muthafuckin baddie 😍

druski2funny: now what in the world made y/n marry you?

jackharlow: druski2funny because she loves me dumbass

druski2funny: jackharlow ehhh idk tho, she would be taken better care of if you sent her my way

jackharlow: druski2funny not a chance in hell

y/ninsta: druski2funny I only have eyes for Jackman we all know this. no one else compares or comes close

jackharlow: y/ninsta I can have you cum right now if you let me

y/ninsta: jackharlow BEHAVE!

urbanwyatt: jackharlow yes what wifey said because I just can’t take it anymore

jackharlow: urbanwyatt you’ll be okay

urbanwyatt: jackharlow speak for yourself

normani: still can’t believe yall asses been married for almost five years and wasn’t about to say a damn thing to anybody

y/ninsta: normani we were! in December!

normani: y/ninsta lies

saweetie: y/ninsta I cannot wait to wedding plan!

y/ninsta: saweetie me either! this is going to be really special. we worked so hard for our success and it’s finally happening and now we can afford a real wedding 🥰

jackharlow: y/ninsta can’t wait to see you in white or... off white for that matter

saweetie: jackharlow yeah because we know for a damn fact that there is not a virgin bone in her body

y/ninsta: saweetie AND WHAT ABOUT IT?!

2forwoyne: y/ninsta what about a purple wedding dress?

y/ninsta: bye 2forwoyne

angiemartinez: the love you two have for each other is amazing. y/ninsta I can’t wait until you visit me so we can talk about the album and married life!

y/ninsta: angiemartinez I’m looking forward to it!

jackandy/naremyparents: can we talk about that daddy comment that jackharlow said earlier?

jackharlow: I don’t recall 👀

y/ninsta: jackharlow don’t play because you definitely do

jackharlow: y/ninsta I mean that’s what you call me and you know better because I will literally not answer to anything else.

sza: jackharlow oh really? 👀

druski2funny: urbanwyatt said yall were nasty as hell but this is another fact that has confirmed it

urbanwyatt: druski2funny I have ptsd from them

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt stop being dramatic and jackharlow I think I’m hungry for you and not food anymore 😏

jackharlow: y/ninsta say less, daddy’s on his way baby girl 😏

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