"hey! fuckboy!" you giggled.
"yeah babe?" sighed Jack.
"I love calling you that." you burst out laughing.
"yeah, I know you do." he rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen.
"awee, is the fuckboy annoyed? I don't think the fuck boy likes being called a fuckboy." you kept laughing. you got up from the couch and walked over to where Jack was. "I'm sorry..fuckboy." you bit your lip to keep from laughing. you wrapped your arms around his waist, and kissed his shoulder. (tippy toeing of course) he was leaning against the counter, facing away from you. "are you mad at me? I'm sorry for calling you a fuckboy." you obviously didn't mean it, you just wanted another reason to call him a fuckboy. You bit your lip to try to keep from laughing again.
he turned around, causing your grip on his waist to falter. his eyes were darker, his jaw clenched. "you know (Y/N), if you keep going, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."
"oh really? what type of lesson, fuckboy?" you asked, smirk set on your lips.
he gripped your waist and brought you closer to him. "you're going to learn how to respect daddy."
"oh really? too bad my dad isn't around to ground me." you pouted.
"(Y/N), stop testing me, you know how I get."
"well, if the fuckboy wants to teach me a lesson, he has to catch me first." you skipped away, towards your shared room.
jack was hot on your trail and once he got ahold of you, you knew it was game over. he grabbed your waist again, flipped you over and laid you down on your bed. "guess I get to show you how to be a good girl for daddy."
"I don't think I can be one." you kissed his jaw, teasing.
"you will be." he growled.
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left it up to you to finish it ;)
