Hello! And congrats on 1K you deserve it so much!
Your Daddy!Whiskey fic changed my life so I was wondering if I could request “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby" and "look how well you're taking me" or something along those lines for him?
Congrats again!🥰
Hi my lovely! Thank you so much for your kind words, and for participating in the celebration! 😊 Daddy Whiskey + praise = perfection
I hope you like it my love♥️
Show Me
Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader
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Word Count: 5.8k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) alcohol use, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (obvi), mentions of vaginal fingering and oral (f receiving), dom Daddy Whiskey, hair pulling, spanking, choking, rough sex, oral (m receiving), aftercare and fluffies
I think that's it lol
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A/N: Reader finally calling Jack Daddy Whiskey?? YES MA’AM
This is officially part two of “Let Daddy Have A Taste” (;
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“Got yourself all riled up today, didn’t you?” he asks, his tone mockingly sweet. “How do you feel now, baby? Did daddy satisfy you? Or do you want more?”
You’re still gasping and trembling beneath him, closing your eyes as you sigh. Your head tilts forward, resting on the top of his desk. He’s still leaning over you and pinning you against the sturdy wooden surface, grinding himself into your bare backside. Jack’s lips move over the skin of your shoulder, groaning out lightly. Even if you were satisfied, he clearly wasn’t. But lucky for him, you aren’t, either. You didn’t come to his office today for just his fingers and tongue, you came for all of him.
“I want more,” you tell him, the sentence said alongside a small whine.
“That’s what I thought.” He smirks, his hands looping around your body and sliding up.
He grabs you, both hands on your chest. At first, it’s soft, light squeezes as he weighs them in his palms. But that doesn’t last long, now fondling you with firm grabs and sensual rubs. With how he’s moving, you’re not sure he has the patience to change positions; he might just fuck you here. And that’s exactly what he intends to do, until the phone rings.
You jump back slightly, gasping as the shrill tone hits the air. Jack jumps, too, but not as much as you, of course.
“It’s okay, baby.” He grins, kissing your shoulder again. “C’mere, let’s see what they want.”
He leads you backwards with him, keeping you in the same position as he returns to his chair. Jack rests into the dark leather, you relaxing back on his lap. You’re nervous he’s going to miss the call with how many times it’s rung, but he leans forward to grab it just in time.
“Whiskey.” He says, his right arm curling around your stomach and holding you against him, his other keeping the phone to his ear.
You glance back at him over your shoulder, a pretty smile on your face. With deep affection, your eyes scan him, admiring his handsome features. He’s clean shaven today, the facial hair he left trimmed to perfection. His lips move, but it’s almost as if you don’t hear him speak. You’re just thinking about how soft they are, how good they feel, how many places on your body they’ve touched. Fuck, you just want to slide your tongue across his bottom lip, suck it inside and make him moan.
“And the jet’s set to go?” he asks, snapping you out of your haze.
The jet? He’s leaving? Where the hell is he going?
“Alright,” he sighs, noticing your lustful gaze and shooting you a wink. “Anyone else comin’ along?”
Your insides are still pulsing, skin still hot. He’d given you two orgasms today, one on his mouth, the other on three of his fingers. And yet, you’re throbbing, licking your lip as you eagerly wait for more. But your patience runs out quicker than you’d expected it to, your body already leaning into him.
Jack stifles his gasp with a cough, feeling your lips press onto his skin. You’re quiet, kissing along his jaw and neck. The arm looped around your midsection retracts a bit, his hand now squeezing your hip as a warning. But you don’t stop, and when he feels you lick a stripe up his neck, he snaps, immediately standing and shoving you off of his lap. You stumble forward, feeling his right hand spin you around by the waist so you’re facing him. He keeps the phone to his ear as he moves, crowding your space and pushing you up against the edge of his desk. And then he reaches for you, fist wrapping around your throat.