THE LOW, A JACK HARLOW FIC.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

BEGIN.

SZA decided to call Jack before she arrived at his house.

—"Uh hey Jack.."

"Yeah what's up?" Jack worried for a minute, "you're coming over right?"

—"yeah I'm five minutes away." She was driving and she had him on speaker. She stopped at the red light and payed attention to the silence.

"Oh yeah that's perfect, I just finished setting up." SZA chest was beating. She was more than anxious, setting what up?

What if he thought this was to hookup. She started feeling sick but she was torn from her thoughts as someone honked their horn.

She went at go and parked outside his house. She was wearing a different top than she was was planning to, it had too giant cuts across the collarbone, two smaller cuts under her boobs and a split showing her cleavage. It was long sleeved, cropped, a clever material and black.

Her pants were white and baggy with pockets down the sides. They were a sweat pants material. She anticipated being too cold. She sent Jack a text that she was outside before getting out the car.

What she expected was to walk out and have to knock on the door but as soon as she walked out from her car he was at the door.

Jack was there. It had been two weeks since she'd seen him and two hours since she spoke to him. He had a more prominent beard and his hair was perfectly done. Her breath hitched in her throat.

He was wearing a monochrome sweatsuit. Both parts were a dark grey color. The hoodie was oversized and the pants were baggy. The way she liked, if he had to admit it. He licked his red lips and began walking up to her.

She was shocked. He was acting like she was an old lady that need to be helped across the street. She smirked for a second but then let it subside.

Jack saw Sol from the window and licked his lips. She was deep in thought in her car. She finally sighed and stepped out. Her outfit clung to her body, he had a view of her boobs but kept his eyes on her pants that slightly hung off her waist. He was taken back.

Before he knew it he was at the door and helping her get inside. He saw her smirk and tried to ignore it. He couldn't. But still he kept moving.

He played with the ring on his finger after he shut the door behind the two of them. He sighed. He had never been this nervous in his entire life, except for his first live show. But there's no way he was gonna show it.

He smirked at her before plopping onto the couch, "so what movie do you wanna watch?" He asked biting the inside of his cheek nervously.

He wouldn't be so agitated if she would just sit on the couch or a chair. Or in general. She was standing near the door like she was getting ready to run.

"I don't bite." He patted the leather couch cushion. She snapped out of her daze and sat next to him, with her hands in her lap. Looking straight forward.

She cleared her throat, "we should watch The Proposal." She offered acting nonchalant, when he said nothing she kept going on attempt to convince him, "it's really funny it's Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds. They have to like fake date or something so she doesn't lose her job. But if you wanna watch something else.."

He was shocked. She was really shy. He almost smiled but instead he cleared him throat and nodded, "that's a good choice, me and my family watched it one time. Reynolds is the greatest." That comment set her at ease as she literally sat back and relaxed.

"Yeah you better pick my movie or else I'll dip." She threatened showing her attitude he so greatly missed as he laughed and pressed play on the movie.

"Nah you wouldn't." He said as the introduction to the movie started playing. She shifted comfortably watching the screen play a couple images. Jack lay a hand on the back of the couch near her neck, leaning his head back a bit and opening his legs in a sitting position.

Ryan said something funny making Sol rasp out a laugh that Jack swear made his heart fly. He stared at her and refused to pay attention to the movie. Her lips grew in size while she smiled and her hair agreed with her happiness as it swayed gently. Her lashes were natural and long and her eyes were brown and fixed on the screen.

She noticed him staring and he cleared his throat, "why're you staring? Watch the movie." She said as Jack laughed taking that as a challenge. She was on edge ever since she got to his house. There was no way she could keep up her bad girl act for that long.

"I'm watching something better." He licked his lips and all she could manage was an eye roll. Twenty minutes in and he wasn't paying attention to the movie at all.

"Sol." He whispered to her as she kept her eyes on the screen.

"Sol." He tried again more determined as he jaw flexed but her eyes didn't move a bit. He smirked.

"Sollllll." He whined as she snapped at him with a furry and he laughed. Her death glare sent him clutching his stomach and trying to find his breath.

"That's not even funny Jack ass." Her eyes lit up, "yup new nickname for you." She agreed with herself and went back to the movie.

His arm moved from the couch to her shoulder and she sent him another death glare. This time he was actually a bit scared. But he didn't let that phase him. He leaned over across her and grabbed the remote.

Just that sent her crazy. The smell of him, his cologne, his scent. The heat she felt when he was unexpectedly that close. She sent him another look that he thought was a death glare but wasn't. He paused the movie.

"What are you doing?" She asked almost through her teeth as he laughed.

"I'm bored."

She reached over him in an attempt to get it back which made him retreat to the end of the couch. She sighed before moving to the end with him and reaching for it. He pulled it out of her grasp ten times before she finally caught onto it.

When her hand rested on the remote she realized where she was. Her knees were pressed into the couch as she leaned between his spread out legs. They were chest to chest and their eyes met as they looked into each other. Their mouths were only inches apart as their left and right hands held the tv remote.

Jack licked his lips before pressing his right hand to the curve of her back where she was accidentally arched to reach the remote. Both their hands dropped as they became more serious.

(ya smut 😐 leave me tf alone 💀🙏🏼)

Jack rubbed his fingers against her back again before pressing his lips to her. And everything inside him turned electric, they moved in sync against each other, he kissed deeper and deeper as she tried to find air to breathe. He gave her that by kissing against her jawline and sucking on the skin of her neck. Still holding her close with his hand on her back he dropped the remote.

With his left hand he held the side of her face as his lips worked on her exposed neck. Her eyes lit up ignoring every red flag she was getting from this interaction. She really did want to watch the movie, in theory. She gasped as he kissed her chest, being snapped away from her thoughts.

"Sorry baby." Jack whispered, looking her in the eyes as she swallowed. That alone could make her shake. He kissed her lips again, harder this time and went to her top. "Can I.?" He asked as she nodded too fast, her head almost hurt.

He laughed, enjoying himself too much. He didn't remove her shirt yet. He kept working with the open spots that she had, leaving dark marks everywhere that there was room. When that wasn't enough for him he lifted her top, she gasped as the warm air hit her and her heart race grew too quick.

Jack was amazed, but he finally smiled and chuckled to himself, "you aren't wearing a bra?" Guilt and shame rushed to her face as she looked at him.

"The shirt looked better without one." She lied before rolled her eyes as he laughed again. She wasn't guilty anymore as he rubbed her nipples immediately hardening them as she bit back a moan. He kissed both of them before latching his mouth onto the right one while he massaged the left. She was out of breath but let herself focus as he worked on her.

His breath was hot as he bit into the side of her boob leaving another hickey. She finally caved and said his name as he stopped and kissed her to quiet her. Looking down at her pants he smirked to himself. She read his mind and rolled her eyes.

"I have underwear on Jack, Im not a ho." She said rolling her eyes as he laughed again.

"Never." He mumbled before moving his fingers down her waist his hand into her underwear near her waist. He pulled away as Sol stared at him aggressively, he laughed and then show her he was taking his rings off as she nodded.

When he was done lay her on her back, kissing her nipple again and extending his fingers to her pants. "Take them off." He told her as she nodded as she took her pants down and lay them on the floor.

Jack had nothing to say, she was wearing black laced underwear, her thighs were pressed against the couch, taking up all the space. The way he liked it. He smiled, "you're so beautiful." He mumbled, kissing up her thigh getting higher and higher as she watched. She sat up and tied her hair.

"No you can leave it down." He said, taking off his hoodie, wearing a thin wife beater under. He liked her hair much better down. She nodded letting her orange hair cover her boobs slightly as she took a breath.

"How do you feel about me?" Jack asked honestly as both his hands squeezed her thighs separating them. She groaned.

"I feel... like you got a big ego." She said barely making it sound as mean as it was as he laughed.

"Why wouldn't I? I get to touch you." He said as she panicked, his finger moving over the lining of her underwear as he rubbed slowly. She bit her lip, he shook his head and bit her lip for her. He kissed her as slowly as his fingers worked.

"You don't feel nothin' for me?" Jack asked between kissing her as she caught her breath. Before she could respond his hand was working faster and his mouth was back on her boobs.

"No I don't." She answered with pride which almost made him stop but he accepted the challenge. He reached beneath the lining her her underwear as she gasped. His hands were between her legs and heat rose to her face.

His fingers moved around as he laughed, "this is a whole lot of nothing." He said moving around in her wetness. She couldn't say anything. "How do you feel?" He said and before she could respond he pushed his fingers inside letting her cry a moan.

"Good." She mumbled. He worked his fingers slowly inside her sending a shock through her. She bit her lip, he moved faster inside her as she grew uncomfortable.

"I couldn't hear you." He said as she shook her body almost asking him to stop. All she had to do what speak louder and it would be over. She held onto the couch.

"I feel really good jack." She let out another moan as a her eyes burned. Her throat was dry as he pressed his fingers deeper into her. She was breathing too heavy, her body was shaking.

"And me? Do you still hate me?" She couldn't think of words or much of anything as he picked up the pace. She was losing her mind, she nodded. "Use your words." He ordered. He pulled out and pressed a kiss on her area before pushing back in.

"No I... I don't hate you Jack." She moaned louder, she could scream. She tried to close her legs but he pried them open, "Yeah I can tell." He replied and in a second her body overheated and she came.

"I'm sorry." She said. It was the first thing that came to mind. He smirked.

"Don't be." he kissed her on the temple.

an: im going to fucking hell y'all

I can't believe I just wrote that shit cuz someone asked me to. Literally about to get fucking banished to the fire ass crack hot pits of hell for this 😔🙏🏼

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