Omaha Squad Smuts

Jack Johnson: Harsh

-Background-
Jack's angry side is not something you like to see. Your recent argument has you debating on whether to leave him or deal with his bad temper.
-Your POV-
I walk into my house and go straight to the kitchen. I just got back from my morning jog and I was super dehydrated. I usually bring my phone to listen to music, but I left it charging. I hope it didn't ring while I was gone. Jack was sleeping when I left and I didn't want to wake him. He was up all night stressing about his fight with G. I tried to talk to him about it, but he wouldn't budge. I texted G last night and asked what was going on. He said that Jack had gotten mad about G not wanting to use certain lyrics and the whole thing got blown way out of proportion. Jack has always had a very bad temper and it would honestly scare me sometimes. I walk into my room to find Jack sitting on the edge of the bed with my phone in his hands. He looks up and I can see the anger in his now dark blue eyes. I open my mouth to speak, but Jack says, "What the fuck is this, y/n?" "What?", I respond. "These messages between you and Gilinsky... Why would you text him?" "Because I wanted to know what was going on. I tried to ask you and you didn't want to talk about it", I say in a barely audible voice. "If I didn't want to talk about it that means it's none of your fucking business. Gilinsky is fucking lying. That's not how it went down yesterday! You need to start minding your fucking business, y/n", he raises his voice. "Ok, Jack. I'm sorry", I back away from the bed and go to the restroom. Tears are streaming down my cheeks. I can't believe he yelled at me like this. I hear a loud noise and open the door. I look at Jack who is now staring at the cracked phone on the floor. My eyes gravitate toward to hole in the wall. "Did you seriously just throw my phone, Jack? What the fuck?", I squeak out. "Shut the fuck up", he says before walking out of the bedroom and slamming the door. The loud noise makes me flinch. This was a whole lot worse than a typical temper tantrum from Jack. He's probably been building this up for weeks. Maybe I should do something to take his edge off. I gather myself and wipe the tears from my cheeks. I look in the mirror and put my hair in a loose bun. I reach into my makeup bag and put some gloss on. I add some mascara and brush gel through my thick eyebrows. I walk out slowly and go to the living room. I see Jack sitting on the couch with his head lying in his palms. He snaps his head up when he realizes I'm in the room. "Jack...", I mumble. "Yeah?", he sniffles. I furrow my eyebrows as I wonder why his voice was cracking. Was he crying? Why would he cry if he just yelled at me? "Are you ok?", I ask. "Am I ok? God, I don't deserve you. Yes, I'm ok. But more importantly, are you ok, y/n? I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I shouldn't have done that to you. I'm under so much stress... but that's not an excuse, baby. I swear I'll make it up to you. I'm so fucking sorry", he's sobbing by the end. "I love you, baby", I manage to slip out. I walk towards him and push our lips together, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He sniffles into the kiss, which causes me to pull away and laugh. He sniffles again and smiles. I see the red wash over his face. I pepper kisses all over his face, ending on his jawline. I suck his skin and realize what I'm doing. I back away, "I just realized you shaved. Why did you shave?" I pout as he shrugs. "I love your beard, don't shave", I say. He nods and flips us over. He hovers over me and kisses me passionately. His tongue fights for dominance... I put a fight up anyways, knowing he'll win. I moan as the kiss gets deeper and I feel my panties getting soaked. "Jack", I pull away and look into his deep blue eyes. "Yeah, babygirl?", he says in between the hickeys he was leaving on my chest. "I want you to fuck me", I moan. "As you wish, baby", he smirks. I pull my shirt off, along with my yoga pants. Jack positions his face in between my legs and I feel his breath hitting my core. "J, not now", I plead. Jack lays a hand on my torso and applies pressure. "You deserve this, babe", he says before burying his face into my pussy, licking and lapping up all of my juices. "Fuck, J", I moan as he sucks at my sensitive clit. He hums against my pussy and I feel my orgasm nearing. I entangle my fingers into his dirty blonde hair and tug. He hums again, sending me over the edge. My body shakes as he continues to lick stripes up my wet pussy. "Did you like that, y/n?", Jack purrs. I nod as my chest heaves up and down from the intense amount of pleasure I had just received. "You didn't last very long", Jack laughs. My cheeks heat up at his joke towards me. "I take that as a compliment, babe", he places a hand under my chin and forces me to look into his eyes and winks. That fucking wink. It always gets me. I smile widely and push his head down again. "Oh, again? I'm that good?", he jokes again before placing his tongue on my clit. My hips buck up and he lays his palm on my low stomach to keep my body still. He licks continuously at my dripping pussy and I'm a moaning mess again. His plump lips around my clit makes me want to scream at the top of my lungs. "Baby... I'm- I'm cumming", I moan as my legs shake. Jack swirls his warm tongue around my sensitive nub as my second orgasm flows through my body. I wipe the sweat off of my forehead as Jack comes back up and forces his tongue into my mouth. I taste myself and moan into the kiss. "Thank you", I say, my voice still hoarse from the intense orgasms I had just experienced. "You deserved it, baby. I'm sorry for what I did. Go shower and I'll take you to get a new phone.", he smiles and gets up. "I thought you were going to fuck me? I didn't know we were done", I pout. "Later, alright?" "Ok... but before we come back home, I need you to make up with Gilinsky." Jack looks up at me with an annoyed look. "Please, J? Baby... please?", I plead. "Alright", he says in a flat tone, "But I'm going to make it fast because I want to get back and fuck you." "Alrighty, Johnson."