Jack fucks you hard after an argument. It's not even out of anger, necessarily. It's more so a way to get kiddo to shut up, to breed the fight out of you before he says something that makes you cry. To stop the bitter bits from going any further because he doesn't like fighting with you.
He can be rough for rough's sake, pounding your squelching hole with your cheeks smushed between Jack's grip if he's nose to nose with you, or slapping your jiggling ass with a proud force if he's taking you from behind.
But...there's degradation in the form of teases over your pulsing cunt. Teases in the form of degradation when he's fucking you harshly for fun. There's nothing of the sort when he's stuffing your warm, wet, perfect insides like there's no tomorrow, when it's after the two of you fought.
The degradation, no matter how fun, would defeat the point of fucking kiddo quiet in the first place.
...But, Jack will never not take care of you.
You may fold into his sweat and sinews after you've shaken and cried on his cock, playing with the slit of his tip, smiling at him with your cheek smushed into his chest--it's your way of telling him the fight's long forgotten, but he'll never feel like he can ever make anything up to you.
It's after Jack lets you sleep in. Then, he slips off your panties, if you ever managed to put them back on in the first place.
He peppers your thighs with kisses before making way to your cunt.
You're still asleep as he eyes your lip pouting in a dream. It's the best thing for his cock when you're still asleep.
He kisses every inch of your crotch. He starts at the mound and trails down to the sides of your slit. He can only peck or press a finger into your clit, and the same goes for your labia.
Licking or pinching usually wakes you up earlier than you need to.
If you're not shaved or waxed, Jack likes brushing his nose against your hair. It's what he does before seeing how it fits in your little hole and whether or not it'll clench this time. It's like you're flinching. It's silly. Ridiculous. Adorable.
"Mm. I think I cleaned you up a little too well."
He wishes you would sweat as much as he does, and he always makes the wish when he breaths deeply, nose shoved in your hair and cunt. It'd be him still being selfish with you when he's trying to apologize.
"M'm...Jack? What're doing---"
Jack doesn't perk up, he only goes to start tonguing your hole, lapping in an up and up movement a half-second after your sleepy voice hits his ears. He can use his tongue now. He can be selfish. He can want forgiveness. He can want to make you feel good, good, good.
He tilts his head forward for an easier in as you squeak and moan out high, and it's not a deliberate choice. It's natural in its filth.
Jack blinks up at you, rubbing your ankles as you already settle into a c-curved spine and a head thrown back. He places your hands on his curls, practically a demand to fist his curls.
Told you, kiddo. He's selfish when he comes to you.
You fist Jack's curls. The pink of his tongue finds your clit with a harsh circle, and a mouth sucking on the rest of you. He almost smiles when he can feel his spit already making way down to your asshole.
"Daddy was thinking, if you're good, we can go shopping, since he was so bad, but only if you're good---"
"Yo-you're being silly--"
Jack pulls on that button of yours before pushing his dripping bottom lip into the bottom of your slit. That shuts you up.
The pop! off you is a wet one.
Jack kisses the inside of your thigh.
"Shut up and let me apologize."
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