Requested by  @brittanycoulson

'She put him out/like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette," Will Turner sang, raising his bottle and smiling at Y/N.

      'She broke his heart and he spent his whole life tryin' to forget. We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time."

      What started out as a hang out with Will, turned into a singing duet, and she and Will were now singing at the same time. It was late afternoon, the sun jus dipping over the horizon, on the Black Pearl.

     But what Y/N didn't know is that Jack had seen enough. And he was jealous.

      "We found him with his face down in the pillow/with a note that said, 'I'll love her till I die'/and when we buried him beneath the willow/the angels sang a whiskey lullaby." Y/N was laughing, leaning on Will for support as they sang the chorus. He didn't seem to mind, and held his bottle loosely between his fingers.

       He had offered Y/N a drink, but she had declined. She didn't like the taste of alcohol anyway.

        Jack's fingers flexed as he marched down the steps, towards them. His crew went quiet, aside from Will still singing gleefully.

        "Y/N." His voice sounded like gravel.
      
        She looked up, seeing a dark look on his face. He eyed the bottle of alcohol in Will's hand, and she straightened her spine.

        "Is something wrong, Captain?" She teased, her voice husky. Will slowly moved away, clearing his throat, looking over at Gibs.

        His hand locked under her jaw, holding her face so she would look at him.

        "You know what's wrong, love."

        She stood up, meeting his eyes.

         The wind whistled across the ship, the only sound everyone could hear.

         Jack inhaled through his nose, gathering all his willpower to not beat the crap out of Will for egging her on this much.

        He chuckled. Or maybe he could take it out on her, if she let him.

         He released her. "My room. Now."

         Y/N stood up, walking away and to the steps that led to his quarters. The crew was silent, some of the men exchanging looks. They all knew what would happen, he didn't have to say any more.

        Jack turned to Will, who was sipping a bottle of water. "Next time you get close to her without me 'round, you're off the ship." He clapped Will on the shoulder, before going off down the steps.

        "Got it, thanks Jack." Will spluttered, drinking the rest of his water. Gibs shot him a look.

         Jack, meanwhile, could hear Y/N's giggles as he made his way to his room.

         He finally pushed open the door, and saw her, sitting on the bed. She was drinking water that he left out for her, and set it down when she saw him.

         "Jack! I'm so sorry." She pleaded, "Besides, Will was the one drinking, and I didn't want any."

         "And yet you're acting like you're all innocent." He set his black hat on the table, sauntering over to her.

         She wore a white tattered shirt with bell sleeves, and black loose pants. Her boots were off, and her hair was in a braid, a few strands framing her face.

         He held up two fingers. "How many am I holdin' up?"

        He knew that she didn't drink, but just to be sure.

         "Two, Jack, I'm not stupid."

        He smiled. "I'm just asking. I feel like you need somethin' to remind you of whose you are, don't you think?"

       She sighed, leaning back on her hands. She tipped her head back to look at him properly.

      "But, seeing as you were bein' so cuddly with him-"

      "You're drunk all the time, Jack, and yet you do things that are unspeakable."

       He crouched, setting his hands on her knees.

       "I'm asking if you'll let me. Would you wanna go down on me, love?"

        Her eyes sparked. "Yes, Jack. I'd love to do that." She grinned, leaning forward and kissing him.

        Alright then.

        He let her, slowly standing up and cupping her face. She still wasn't off the hook though.

        He broke away, his hand on her throat. "Then you know what to do."

        Y/N eagerly unbuttoned his pants, her eyes flicking back and forth between his pants and his face.

        "And you know what to call me, yes?"

         She nodded, easing them down. "Daddy."

         He grit his teeth. Damn her voice, he could listen to it all day.

         He sucked in a breath as the cool air met his skin. Y/N gently pumped him, watching as he slowly got hard.

         Y/N leaned her head over her lap, letting her spit slowly fall onto his tip. He grinned at the sight. "You dirty girl."

         Once he was ready, she wrapped her lips around his tip, sucking gently, still pumping with her other hand. He exhaled, pushing her hair back with his hand, and bracing the other against the side of her head.

        Breathing through her nose, she slowly eased further, until she was at the base, gently breathing. He tightened his grip on her hair.

        "Suck it properly or I'll have to get rough, love."

        She pulled off him, her eyes watering. "You can do that, Daddy."

         Fuck.

        As soon as she took him back into her mouth, he thrust his hips roughly against her face.

        She shut her eyes, tears streaming. Her hands gripped his hips as he thrust again.

        And again.

        And again.

       In and out he went, using her mouth, her spit slowly starting to drip on the floor, but also lubricating his dick.

       Y/N's sputters around his dick were unintelligible, the sounds of her gagging filling his mind. He let out a broken groan, cradling her head.

       Her throat would definitely hurt in the morning, but she knew better than to get so cozy with Will.

       Knew better than to lean on him, literally, as they sang that song together.

       The sight of her eyes, so teary, and her pretty lips, wrapped around him, was one he would have painted and hung on his wall for all to see.

       But she was with him, and no one else would see her like this.

       He panted at the thought, getting increasingly close.

       And no one else ever will.

      Jack's head tipped back as he let out out a long growl, hearing her suck and slurp at his release.

      He smoothed her hair back as she cleaned him off, cooing gently. "That's a good girl. Such a good girl for Daddy."

       Her eyes lit up at the praise, and she pulled off him.

        She wiped her mouth, before reaching up and kissing him. He let himself get lost in her, the taste of them both.

        Above all else, she was home.

        She pulled away, her face close. "Better?"

        Jack grinned wickedly. "You're in a for a long night."

*I rewrote this. (April 17, 2023)