Ego
Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader
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Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, nipple play, brief choking, oral (m receiving), vaginal sex, sub daddy to dom daddy, mentions of public embarrassment, age gap, established relationship
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A/N: this request for my celebration was sent in by @lucky-pascal and my love, I hope you enjoy it. I did my best to fulfil your wishes bb
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If there’s one thing Jack Daniels was known for, it was his charm. He exuded confidence in a way that made you feel like you were shining, made everyone feel like they were gold. His self-worth never threatened anyone, it was welcoming, and was why he’s always been able to draw people in. It was one of the first things you noticed about him, because he’d done it to you, too.
Jack liked the game, liked the chase, even if it meant he was lonely in the end. More often than not, more often than he liked to admit, Jack slept by himself in bed. And whenever he was lucky enough to snag someone for the night, all they ever seemed to want was sex, some of them gone before he’d even woken up the next morning. And sex was good, great even, but he also craved companionship. He longed to be wanted, to be held and loved. He also longed to return those affections to someone who was worthy of them.
Flash forward to you; you made Jack’s head spin. He’s never met anyone who treated him the way you do, who sees him the way you do. You saw him as a provider, a protector, something he’d always wanted to be. When he’d realized that you wanted him, there was no going back. He fell for you… hard. Jack wanted to give you everything he could and then some, wanted to make you the happiest woman alive. And what surprised him most was how willing you were to do the same for him.
The first time Jack was lucky enough to have you in bed, he absolutely melted under your praise. You were so vocal, and have been ever since, telling him how good he felt and how amazing he made you feel. It made him want to do the same in return. He found out you liked to be praised as well, the knowledge of that reciprocation something he found great comfort in. He also found comfort with, well, you. And when you felt comfortable and cared for enough to call him daddy? Fuck. That’s when he broke.
