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Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) god let's see... dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (always), spanking, hair pulling, degradation (in the best of ways), oral (m and f receiving), spitting, vaginal sex, rough sex, amateur porn, mentions of marriage/engagement, possessive Daddy <3

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A/N: the plot of this fic was given to me by @anaaaispunk and dear LORD did I have some ideas. Ana, thank you so much for giving me this lovely prompt, it works so beautifully following “Take You With Me” 😍

Also, happy birthday my love!! I am beyond grateful for you; you were my very first supporter when I began writing on this platform and you’ve grown to be a good friend of mine. I am forever thankful for your love and support hun <3

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“I don’t think I’ll ever stop saying it,” you hum, fingers combing through his hair, lips ghosting over his neck. “You are the perfect man.”

He hums happily, a deep and contented sigh leaving his chest. His body moves slightly as he sits beneath you, snuggling further into your touch. This is by far one of your favorite positions when you feel like spoiling him, when all you want to do is worship and his body. Oftentimes, it occurred in the bath, the spacious tub big enough to fit four people if you really tried. But how could you ever want more when you have each other?

“You like your present, baby?” Jack asks you, eyes closing as he grins.

His hands stroke your body lovingly as yours move over his neck and shoulders, gently massaging his overworked muscles and kissing them into relaxation with your mouth. The pleasant mix of his after shave and cologne fill your senses, your body naturally assuming a peaceful trance whenever you smell the scent. He feels like home; he’s always been home.

“I love it, daddy.” You coo, softly kissing his ear.

The surrounding scenery is absolutely gorgeous, the landscape truly taking you aback when you’d first arrived. And even though your bodies are heated by the jets in the outdoor tub, the atmosphere outside of your little world remains freezing, trees and rolling hills covered in snow. Luckily, the steam from the water rises high enough to warm you both even when not entirely submerged.

Normally, wooded areas weren’t really your thing. They reminded you of horror movies and all those creepy camp stories you’d heard as a kid. But here, it’s like none of that exists. You’ve never been somewhere so beautiful, only able to see places like this in books or movies. And the quiet is so calming, not another person for miles, not another sound in the area but that of nature and your lover.

At first, you’d entered the hot tub in a swimsuit, but as expected, it was quickly removed. Jack tossed them to the side, knowing they’d freeze over in the cold but promising you he’d wash them himself later.

“You spoil me,” you sigh out, leaning back to stare at his handsome face.

“I told you, honey.” His voice is deep and raspy, that southern tone becoming a weak spot you never even knew you had until the very moment you met. “I’ll always do my best for you.”

He’s referring to Monday, a day he’d also spoiled you rotten. Since Valentine’s Day fell on the first day of the week this year, Jack wanted to treat you to a short vacation at the end of the week, too.

“Here you go, baby.” He’d said, smiling above you.

You looked up at the sound of Jack’s voice, but the vibration of a bag at your feet demanded your attention as well.

“What?” you questioned, eyes returning to him. “What is that?”

“It’s your bag; I packed it for you.” he smiled, almost giddy.

“For… what?”

You were on your laptop at the time trying to finish and submit a report, already aggravated, and the situation wasn’t really helping. You could tell he was excited though, which made you curious.

“Honey, as soon as you’re done for the day, we’re headin’ out.” He told you proudly, placing a small pamphlet on your keyboard.

“Babe,” you softly replied, already feeling guilty as to how much he’d spent on you earlier in the week. You moved to pick it up but stopped when you saw what was on the cover.

“Wait, are you serious?”

“As a heart attack, honeybee.” He sung, spinning you around in your chair.

“Baby, you already spoiled me enough on Monday.” You smiled, referring to the extravagant Valentine’s Day Jack provided you only four days ago.

“Hey,” he suddenly said, voice and face stern. He pointed a finger in your direction, causing you to raise your brows. “I will never stop spoilin’ you, and there’s nothin’ you can do about it.”

You don’t know what you did to deserve such an amazing man; you must have been a saint in your previous life to receive such generous karma. But the more you wondered about it, the more your mind told you to let it be. If there’s anything your life has taught you, it’s to enjoy what you have. And good lord, were you basking in your blessings.

And while you’re worshipping the man you love, thinking about your wonderful life and all of these amazing things he’s brought you, Jack’s mind is swirling in his own mischievous thoughts. He’d had this weekend planned for a couple months now, ever since last December, actually. Since you made that sex tape together, he’s been absolutely obsessed with the idea of making another.

He’s doing his best not to give his extra surprise away, having packed all the essential materials inside an entirely separate bag. But he’s so excited he can barely hold it in.

“Honey, let’s head inside.” He suddenly suggests, prompting you to lift your head from his neck.

You give him a playful pout. “But daddy, I’m having so much fun out here.”

“I promise you, baby,” he grins, his hand reaching out of the water to cup your face. “We can have even more fun inside.”

While you were changing, he’d set it up, making sure the camera was just out of sight. It’s hidden away enough to not draw your attention, but still visible if he pointed it out. There were actually two he set up, wanting a full scope. One sits near the ceiling in the living room, the other angled up to view the window from outside. Fuck, he was going to enjoy this.

Jack ushers you inside, wrapping you in a towel he’d kept in the breezeway. His large, warm palms run over your bare shoulders, his soft lips finding your damp skin. You inhale a deep breath, the pleasant scent of the lodge filling your nose. It warms your heart, the lengths Jack is willing to go to please you.

When you arrived at your private lodge, Jack stopped just outside the door. He set your bags down, having carried yours from the car and insisting he retrieve his later.

“You know what I forgot on Valentine’s Day, baby?” He asked, unlocking the front door.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, your head tilting slightly. He did more than enough for you on Valentine’s Day, more than you could’ve even imagined. What could he possibly be forgetting?

“What?”

“Flowers.” He grinned, looking back at you as he revealed the entryway.

Naturally, your eyes wandered inside, a shocked smile immediately spreading across your face. You turned to him, absolutely speechless. But he didn’t say anything to you, only smiled brighter as he guided you further inside.

The lodge was so much bigger than you’d expected it to be, but that’s hardly the first thing you noticed. The entire space, the counter in the kitchen, the coffee table in the living room, the banisters along the staircase, every available space was covered in fabulous bouquets of flowers. Behind your astonished form, Jack strolled in. You stopped in the foyer, eyes scanning the magnificent space around you.

“Baby,”

And still, he said nothing, the only sign of his presence the sudden embrace you felt around you. He pressed himself to your back, wrapping his arms around your center and bringing his lips to your neck.

“I told you, babycakes.” He murmured, sliding some of your hair over your shoulder. “There won’t be a day that goes by where you don’t receive my love.”

Those are the words you’re thinking of as you walk further inside, eyeing the decorative space. You intend on walking into your bedroom, drying off and changing into something more comfortable, but he seems to have other plans.

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, spinning you around. “C’mere, baby doll.”

You look up into his eyes, into the beautifully brown windows of his soul. His strong hands rise, one unwrapping your towel from around your body, the other reaching to cup your face. His loving expression turns into a mischievous smirk. When your towel drops, his eyes dip down, a long sigh leaving his lips as he stares at your chest.

“You’re so beautiful honey,” he praises lowly, “So fuckin’ soft…”

“Hm… thank you, daddy…” you quietly return, your nimble fingers working to undo his own towel.

Daddy’s hand moves to cup your breast, weighing it before squeezing you tightly, an enticed groan slipping from his lips. You’re pleasantly surprised by the intensity of his love, as well as his already rising cock.

“Honey, daddy’s been thinkin’ about your beautiful body all day.”

“Yeah?” you sweetly question, “Do you want to play with me?”

Jack looks up at you, a somewhat stern expression on his face. “How about you try askin’ that again, sugar.”

Your heart flutters with submissiveness, your eyes becoming doe-like. “Will you please play with me, daddy?”

Immediately, Jack grins. “Always such a good girl for me. Of course I will, baby doll.”

With both hands, your lover cups your face. While you’re distracted by Jack’s talented lips as they massage against yours, he begins guiding you backward toward the kitchen. In only a few steps, your back hits the edge of the marble countertop, the cold stone sending a shiver up your spine.

“Baby,” you giggle, unsure as to what he’s doing.

Without a word, his hands trail down, gripping the underneaths of your thighs and hauling you up onto the cool, sturdy surface.

“Shh, baby. Just hush and let daddy play…” he mutters, lifting your thighs even higher as he kneels down.

Your heart pounds with anticipation, moaning slightly when you see his tongue lay out. In one smooth swipe, he runs it up through your folds, a trembling breath escaping your throat. Daddy releases a surprisingly feral moan, moving to mouth at your slippery lips.

“Fuck, daddy…” you whimper, your legs already shaking.

“Oh honey, you taste so good, always so sweet when I lick you.” he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue, reveling in the way your body shakes.

And he wants to lick you more, suck on your clit and tongue-fuck your cunt until your legs clamp down around him, until you’re shaking and gasping and he tastes that divine liquid right from the source, but right now, he wants a show. And one he’s for sure to see.

You watch as he rises back to his feet, head still down as he purses his lips to spit onto your core. He allows you to lower your legs, instinctively wrapping them around his toned waist. As soon as he spits you pull him close, your nails scraping lightly over his bronzed chest. Seeing his beautifully smooth skin always made you ache, your cunt weeping at the mere sight of him.

“Oh, honey, you want it?” he asks, breathless as he speaks.

His head is still down, one hand now running his tip up and down through your folds. You nod and you stare, too, a small whine piercing the air.

“Tell me sweetheart, tell me you want it. Go on, beg for daddy.” He tells you, his eyes rising to meet your own.

You moan at the sight of him, his lids heavy with lustful determination. The corners of his lips begin to pull, a gentle nod urging you to complete your task.

“I want it, daddy, I want to feel you. Will you please put it in?” you ask, obeying him without question. Your hands rise to his face, stroking along his clean jawline. “Please fuck me.”

“What a good girl you are, daddy loves when you’re good…” he coos, sliding himself in, his brows folding up at the sensation.

He fills you entirely, the feeling of him slowly rubbing against your walls an incredibly ethereal sensation. Jack’s low chuckle rumbles through his chest, his muscles twitching at the feeling of your heated walls, your warmth now surrounding him fully as he sheathes himself inside.

“I’ll a – always be good for you,” you promise, your head resting back on the cabinets above.

A shrill moan leaves you when you feel him bite into your shoulder, retracting his hips before punching himself back inside. And every re-entry is accompanied with a powerful grind of his hips against yours.

“You look so pretty when you take my cock, babycakes. Such a good little slut for me, always for me.” He grunts out, listening to the liquid-squelch of your meeting sexes as he picks up his pace.

His hands find your hips, guiding you closer to the counter’s edge so he can get a better angle inside you. He feels so smooth as he slides inside, so perfectly thick.

“Oh my god, f – fuck, baby, baby!”

“What is it, honey?” he coos, his voice nearly mocking your already delirious state. “You like daddy’s cock, sweetheart? You like the way I fill you up?”

“Yes, yes…” you choke out, hands reaching behind his neck with one tangling into his hair. “Please don’t stop, please.”

“I won’t stop honey, not stoppin’ until my baby feels good,” he promises, lowering his head to your neck. “You like seeing my mark on you, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nod, whining out desperately.

His hips continue to slap against yours, his hand lifting your left thigh even higher. He grins as you let him do it, watching you stretch out for him.

“Gonna leave my mark on you, babycakes. My pretty fucking girl, my pretty fiancée.”

“Baby…” you smile, lifting his face to yours.

You bring your forehead to his, his breaths panting out against your lips. He smiles at your affections, at your ability to display such sweetness while he wrecks you raw. He tilts his head, lightly brushing his nose against yours.

“Oh, fuck.” He grunts out, the feeling of you clenching around him making him gasp. He also suddenly remembers that this isn’t a place the cameras can see. “C’mere baby.”

You release a small shriek as he pulls you up, urging you to wrap your legs tighter around him as he lifts you from the stone surface. You cling to him tightly, his length remaining inside you while you drag your mouth over his. And suddenly, another cold sensation washes over you, your back pressing against the large, living room window.

“Daddy, what –”

“Spit in my mouth,” he requests, cutting you off as he loses his breath. “Spit in daddy’s mouth, angel. Do it before I turn you around.”

Your eyes widen with excitement, your lips parting when you see his spread wide. The hands on his face slide down to his jaw, holding his mouth open as you purse your lips.

“Oh…” he groans, hearing and feeling when you do it, when your saliva lands forcefully on his tongue.

He lets it sit there for a moment, closing his mouth and swirling his tongue while he moans.

“You’re so fucking hot, daddy… oh my god…” you moan, watching him swallow.

Without warning, he drops you, grabbing your biceps and spinning you around. He manhandles you into position, shoving your body up against the floor-to-ceiling glass. Quickly, he glances up, seeing the camera he set up out of the corner of his eye. Perfect.

Your eyes roll back in your head, letting him move you how he wants. You’ve never done anything as lewd as this, and even though there’s no one around, it still feels unbelievably exciting.

“Let daddy pound your pretty little pussy, baby.” He whispers hoarsely into your ear, positioning himself from behind.

The cry that punches from your chest scratches against your throat, feeling the powerful shove of his body from behind. The force of it pushes your bare body against the window, your nipples rubbing over the smooth surface as he immediately moves to set a rough pace. He’s pounding into you, groaning harshly at the feeling of your ass bouncing back against him. Jack’s body is overcome with arousal, his jaw ticking with the intensity of his exertion.

“Fuck, baby. Do you hear how fuckin’ wet you are? Because daddy can, daddy can hear it. And daddy fucking loves it.”

He can’t take it anymore; he needs to tell you. He’s so pent up, so close to losing his goddamn mind. A fist makes its way into your hair, yanking your head back. You can feel him move, feel him lean forward to place his lips on your ear. He continues railing you from behind, forcing himself inside as he whispers to you softly.

“You’re a star, baby girl. I’m gonna fuckin’ love this.”

“D – daddy, what…”

He nods, the movement gesturing toward the tree outside.

“Look outside, baby. Look at the show you’re puttin’ on for your daddy.”

You do as you’re told, eyes scanning the scenery until you see it. Your audible gasp makes him chuckle, licking and sucking fervently on your skin. He feels your walls flutter around him, feels your breath hitch in the back of your throat. And your shattered moan only spurs him on.

“Been watching that video ever since we made it, sugar. Every time we’re apart, every fuckin’ night I’m away.”

“Daddy, oh my god…” you moan out, lips curling into an enticed smirk.

“Daddy’s good girl, always doin’ whatever I want. My little fuckin’ slut, my little fuckin’ slave.” He grits out, eyes moving up to look directly into the camera outside. “Can’t wait to watch this one, too, sugar. Can’t wait to see these gorgeous tits pressed up against this window, can’t wait to see your sloppy little cunt get ruined by me all over again.”

You can’t manage out the words, can barely manage composing a single thought in your overwhelmed head.

“What do you think, sugar?” he asks, the tiniest bit worried you aren’t happy with what he’s done. “Tell daddy what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head.”

“Daddy,” you choke out. “I love it.”

His eyes roll back before closing, jaw locking up as he groans deep, ramming himself into you with such force.

“Fuck, baby, I knew you would, knew you’d love this. God, I fucking love you, I love when you’re my little fucktoy.” He breathes harshly against you, watching as your skin turns purple beneath his teeth. “Love watching these videos, you like bein’ a slut for me? You’re so good at it, babycakes. Almost makes me wanna show you off, but this pretty little pussy is only for me.”

Jack’s words make you smile, all while his cock continues to make you weak. You’re entirely at his mercy, unable to move a single inch from the way he’s pressed up against you, and that’s just the way you like it.

“You feel so good, Jesus Christ. My perfect angel.” He praises you, passionate kisses littering your shoulder and neck. “Cum for me honey, will you let your daddy watch you cum? Watch you cum on his cock whenever he wants?”

All you can feel is him, his naked body rubbing against yours and moving inside your most sensitive places. You continue listening to him, focusing on his words as they ground you, but you lose your senses entirely when you feel his hand fall to your sex.

“Daddy, f – fuck, yes. Make me cum, please make me cum. I want you to watch it, daddy, always want you to see me cum.”

“Then do it, honey.” He coos, his lips on your ear as he fervently rubs the sensitive nub between your legs. “Cum for your daddy.”

Jesus fuck, those words were all you needed to finally crumble. He feels you shake, feels your body writhe between himself and the cool glass. But he doesn’t let up, he keeps pressure on that beautiful little spot, forcing your high to last as long as he can.

“Yeah, sugar, that’s it…” He grins, grinding his hips into you. “So obedient for me.”

“Baby, p – please,” you gasp out, mind still reeling but slowly coming back down. “Wanna d – do something for you.”

“What do you want, sweet thing?”

“Wanna spoil you, please let me spoil you.” you beg, overwhelmed with the sudden need to perform for him.

“Hm…” he chuckles, nibbling on your ear. “What do you have in mind?”

“Want your cock, daddy. Want you to cum in my mouth,” you gasp out, “Please.”

“Fuck!” he shouts, restraining himself from cumming right then and there. He quickly pulls out, squeezing his base with a firm fist to stave off his impending orgasm.

“Come on then, honey. Come suck daddy’s cock. He’s so close.”

You turn around to face him, chest heaving as you lean back against the glass. “Where’s your phone, baby?”

He furrows his eyebrows at you. “I’ve already got cameras set up, babycakes. Why do you need my phone?”

Taking a few deep breaths, you gather your bearings, taking him by the hand and leading him over to the couch. He sits down, watching you move. You find his phone on the coffee table, unlocking it and turning on its camera.

“Want you to video me, daddy…” you purr, handing him his phone as you begin to move.

Jack’s lips part, his eyes widening in awe. You sink down to your knees before his naked form, his gorgeous body resting above you. He looks thoroughly wrecked but honestly, so do you. He’s sweaty, his usually clean-styled hair in complete disarray. A few stray locks cling to his forehead, his lids heavy with exhaustion and lust. The beautiful expanse of his chest continuously rises and falls, heavy breaths flowing from his nose and mouth. His tongue swipes over his lower lip before he looks down at his phone, moving his hands to make sure you’re in the camera’s view.

He jerks his head once, a smug half-smirk on his face. “Go on, sweetheart. Suck daddy’s cock.”

His words make you tremble, your lashes batting prettily as you stare directly into his phone’s camera. You’re becoming far too used to this, far too used to letting him tape your naked acts. An excited sigh slips past your lips as you shimmy further between his spread legs. His cock is heavy, red and throbbing as it waits for you to ease its frustrations. It rests up on his lower stomach, not as toned as it used to be though not yet becoming soft, either.

Your eyes rise, staring up at your older lover with incredible adoration. Keeping your eyes on him and his phone, you open your mouth, lowering your head to run your tongue up the length of his cock. He’s surprised by the sensation, becoming overstimulated after having fucked you so vigorously. He grunts, his body jerking slightly at your touch.

“Daddy, you’re so big… you always fill my mouth so good…” you hum, sucking his tip into your mouth.

He huffs out a gasp, followed by a whimper that makes you giggle below him. The vibration of your delighted sound makes his hips jerk up into your mouth, allowing you to swallow more of him.

Jack watches you move through his camera lens, keeping both hands on his phone as you begin to go down on him. You let your spit run down over his cock, wetting it further. An animalistic moan comes from your throat when you finally taste yourself, your hand rising to fondle his balls as your mouth reaches his base. Jack groans wildly at this, his hands beginning to shake.

“Yeah… daddy likes it. Daddy fucking likes it, babycakes.”

With his cock entirely down your throat, you look up, your watery eyes staring at him through the camera. He moans out, the sound desperate and high, something you don’t often hear from him.

“M – more,” he quietly begs, now pulsating his hips up into your mouth with intent.

Your one hand lifts, landing on the top of his left thigh to keep him down. The other cups his balls, massaging the tender flesh in your palm as you begin to bob your head on him. His veins rub along your tongue, the thickness of him forcing you to spread your lips wide.

“Look at that, baby, daddy’s taught you so well…” he moans, zooming in on your mouth. “Sloppy little slut, sucking daddy’s dick so good. Oh shit, you’re gonna make me cum.”

You increase your pace, shoving your gag reflex aside just to please him. Your slobber continues to leak from your mouth, dripping down over his crotch. The short hairs around his base rub against your lips and cheeks, your garbled moans finally shoving him over the edge.

The only thing he focuses on is keeping the camera as still as he can, his body shaking violently above you. Your hand presses him down as best you can, keeping yourself all the way down on him and groaning when you feel him cum. He forcefully leaks into your mouth, the hotness of it hitting the back of your throat. His hips jerk up involuntarily, his punched-out gasps more than pleasing to hear.

“F – fuck, baby, baby doll, ugh.” He gasps out, unable to hold his phone up any longer.

He tosses it beside him, landing on the cushions as he reaches for your hair. He shoves you even further down, thrusting up into the wet cavern of your mouth and moaning out as you let him do it. His tip punches and rubs against the back of your throat, the stickiness of his cum dripping down in spurts.

As his breaths begin to slow, his hips do, too, now languidly rolling up into your mouth. His hands then slide down your face, landing on your jaw as he gently guides you upward. You let him leave your mouth, the softness of him easily sliding out as he pulls you up onto his lap.

He pulls you against him, both of your tired bodies resting against each other on the living room couch.

“Baby,” he sighs, wrapping an arm around your back, his other hand petting at your hair and urging you to rest your head on his chest. “I can’t believe I have you, can’t believe you’re mine. My perfect little angel.”

You chuckle, lifting yourself to look into his eyes. Your hand cups his cheek, fingers running over the stubble beginning to form.

“You’ll always have me, daddy. I’ll always be yours.” You coo, your lips laying over his.

Gently, your head rests on his shoulder, basking in the love the two of you share. You can’t believe you have him either, but he’s here. He’ll always be here.

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