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What About Now

Rating: M | This is smut, no one under 18! Minors, DNI!

Summary: Sex pollen with Whiskey | Agent Whiskey is a thorn in your side, a name you’d prefer be kept out of your ear. But he blows into town with a mission sent from HQ and you have no choice but to deal with your complicated past. 

Warnings: Technically dubcon (it’s sex pollen but they’re very willing), fuck or die kinda, unprotected p in v, some exhibitionism, feelings, one use of ‘daddy’ (blink and you’ll miss it). I think that’s it?

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x fem!Reader

Word Count: 34.1k (yes, that’s 34,143 words; no, I don’t have anything to say for myself)

MASTERLIST

“Well, now, sugar. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Though you’d heard the door to your office open and the tap of boots against the hardwood floor, you hadn’t paid it any mind. Statesman’s New Orleans Headquarters was always bustling with activity and people were always stepping into your space for one reason or another when your door was cracked. You’d assumed - wrongly - that it was your assistant bringing another file that needed your signature, or maybe your second-in-command arriving early for the daily briefing.

However, none of the scenarios you imagined could’ve prepared you for the reality you were faced with.

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in our ivory tower

➔ Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x f!Reader

➔ 1.1k words

➔ You enjoy the view from the top with your boss.

➔ Rated MA // unprotected p in v sex, creampie/cum play, gratuitous groping, semi-public sex, a little dash of exhibition kink, power dynamics kind of // reader has female anatomy and uses feminine pronouns, reader is generally able-bodied

The view from the top floor of the Statesman skyscraper is breathtaking. You’ve been here for months at this point and you still don’t think you’ll ever truly get used to it. You swear you can see all the way to the other end of Manhattan from here–miles and miles of glistening steel and glass that make you feel so inconsequential, so anonymous. It’s a good feeling. 

The Statesman tower is a far cry from the little apartment in Hell’s Kitchen that you share with three roommates–this is luxurious, decadent. Everything is modern and brand new, everyone is dressed to perfection in clothes that probably cost more than you make over the course of a month. You’ve always felt like you don’t quite belong here–you might’ve even quit by now if it weren’t for your gorgeous view and the gorgeous boss.

The panorama of the city skyline is only elevated by the gut-clenching thrill you get when you’re pressed up against the sturdy, full-length window like this, with your boss pounding into your pussy from behind like there’s no tomorrow.

There’s always a little paranoid thought in the back of your mind, as you look down at the street a hundred stories below you, that you’d be fucked if the glass gave way. Not that Jack would ever let anything happen to you–he’s proven time and time again just how capable he is.

“That’s it, hmm?” He grunts with a particularly delicious thrust that slams his cockhead right into your g-spot. “Righ’ there, sugar?”

He’s always been able to find it with seemingly no effort. He folds you over like it’s nothing, hands sliding up from their tight grip over the bunched-up skirt on your hips so he can grab greedily at your breasts through the soft fabric of your shirt. His skilled fingers can find your nipples with ease even through the layers–it never fails to impress, much less to draw a loud moan from your lips.

“Atta girl.” He growls–a sound so low and animalistic that it makes your walls clamp down around him–so close to your ear that you can feel the bristly scratch of his mustache and the warm, panting breaths that are punched from his lungs with each thrust against your neck.

Your thighs are trembling with every vicious stroke of his cock, desperate for the release he’s been steadily working your towards. He’s always liked to play with his meal–to draw it out until you’re begging and crying for it.

You can feel the delicious friction of his denim-clad thighs against the back of yours, hear the clink of his belt buckle as his hips work. It’s easy to forget that anyone could walk into this conference room right now, anyone could look up out a window and see you being pulled apart.

Your fingers clutch uselessly at the smooth glass in a feeble attempt to steady yourself, but there’s no saving you. Not when you’re this close, not when you can feel his plush lips ghosting against your pulse point and his fingers are shoving under the neckline of your shirt to get a better feel of what he’s been pawing at.

“God damn, this cunt,” he grunts lowly–his thrusts are losing their rhythm, you know he’s getting close. “Sweeter ’n stolen honey.”

One of his broad palms gives up the delightful attack on your chest to skate down the length of your stomach and find your clit. He’s familiar enough with your body now, after months of sneaking around together like this–he knows exactly the right pace and pressure to use in order to have you crumbling in his arms.

And crumble you do–with a moan that you try to muffle behind your bitten lip, you shatter. Your entire body shakes with the force of your orgasm, barely held up if not for your palms against the glass and Jack’s hands moving swiftly to your hips to steady you.

He’s not far behind–a couple more deliciously firm thrusts have him pressed balls-deep into your messy cunt, filling you to the very brim with his cum until it’s leaking out around his softening length.

There’s a blissfully long moment where he stays crowding you against the window, hot breath flickering up the length of your neck from where he’s pressing open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder. 

“A’right, darlin’?” There’s something so tender behind that whispered question in combination with the way his lips can’t seem to leave your skin. Almost loving.

You choke down whatever feelings you’re perceiving–imagined or real–and give a little nod. “Mhm.”

He pulls out with a quiet groan that makes it sound as if he’s in pain over being parted from you. One of those warm hands of his comes up and curves around your jaw, pulling your lips to his in a sweet kiss that’s a far cry from the way he was fucking you just a moment ago. He pushes his tongue against your bottom lip as his other hand sneaks down between your legs, fingertips ghosting against your over-sensitive cunt before he pulls your ruined panties back into their proper place.

“Clean these up for me?” 

You’re accepting his cum-smeared fingers into your mouth before you can think of a response. His jaw drops open at the way you swirl your tongue around them, always so dedicated to doing exactly what he asks of you. Always striving to go above and beyond.

“Should give you a raise,” he murmurs, his voice a little high-pitched in a way that makes you smirk proudly.

You let his fingers go with an audible pop. “I wouldn’t turn it down, Mr. Daniels.”

You try to ignore the steady leak of his spend dripping into your underwear as you tug your skirt back into place. It’s only just past noon–you have plenty of work to get done, starting with clearing the conference table of all the rubble left behind from the meeting that concluded shortly before Jack got his hands on you.

You see it as he’s tucking himself back into those sinfully tight jeans–two smudgy handprints on the otherwise impeccable glass. You feel vaguely guilty on behalf of the cleaning crew who’ll have to deal with that tonight.

Jack doesn’t seem to have the same inclination. He shoots a wink your way as he picks his black Stetson up off the conference table and sets it on his head. “Have those meetin’ notes ready by the end a’day, ‘kay?”

“Yes sir,” you answer dutifully. It’s only one of the many reasons you’re his favorite employee.

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Business and Pleasure

Pairing: Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey) x Reader

Words: 1609

Warnings: SMUT, daddy kink, thigh riding, unprotected piv sex, Whiskey might be ooc bc I’ve never actually seen the movie lol he’s just dreamy

A/N: Ah okay this is my first time posting a fic to tumblr so pls be nice to me. Shoutout to @221bshrlocked for the awesome inspo and writing challenge; I've been a secret fan for a hot minute and I’m terrified excited for you to read this and hopefully enjoy it!

Prompts: “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working”

“What? Does that feel good?”

Jack has been at that damn computer all day long.

He promised to spend the whole weekend with you, but of course some very important, life-or-death, world shattering paperwork just HAD to get done last minute, so now here you are sitting on the couch alone, waiting for him to give you attention.

You’re wearing your favorite outfit, a sundress that shows off your boobs but is still comfortable and flowy, and the man hasn’t even looked at you.

Finally deciding you have had enough of this, you stand from the couch and make your way to Jack’s office, gently putting your arms on his shoulders so he’s not startled.

“Jack… can’t that wait until Monday? How come your job gets to take your weekend time away from me?”

“Darlin’, you know this is important, and I promise I’ll be done as soon as possible” Jack turns slightly, giving a light kiss to the back of your hand. “Once I’m finished every ounce of my attention will be on you, babygirl.”

“But Daddy… I need you now…” You know it drives Jack crazy when you call him that and remind him how much you need him. It might be cruel but right now you just don’t care.

Jack lets out a low growl and spins his chair around to face you, his eyes dark.

“Now little girl, good girls don’t try to distract Daddy from getting his work done, if you want to cum tonight you’ll stop that now.”

“I’m sorry Daddy, I’m just so lonely” you say, giving him your best pouty face.

Jack seems indecisive for a moment, and you think you may have managed to convince him to leave the computer behind.

He sighs and takes your hands, “I really gotta finish this darlin’, but I can’t leave you alone looking like that. C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

It’s not exactly what you had in mind, but it’s something, so you smile and sit across his lap making sure his arms are free to type. The feel of his strong chest behind you and his comforting scent surrounding you is enough to hold you off at least a little longer.

You patiently wait on his lap, and every so often, Jack allows his hand to brush your body. As he nears the end of his paperwork, he becomes more obvious with his teasing, beginning to type with just one hand while the other starts gently rubbing and squeezing your thigh. Then he moves his hand to your hip, where he pushes down ever so slightly encouraging you to move your ass over the ever-tightening spot on his jeans. He begins to move his hips as well, pushing himself into you and causing a rush of heat to your cheeks and a familiar ache between your legs.

A small whimper escapes from you and you move your hips more, trying to get friction where you need it the most.

Jack turns his head to you, the cocky smirk on his face that you hate because it looks so good.

“What, does that feel good?” Jack asks in a low voice, knowing exactly what he’s doing to you.

“Yes Jack, please” you breathe, praying for him to stop teasing.

Instead, he stops his movements completely, grabbing your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy”

Finally deciding he’s done for the day, he turns the computer off and puts both hands on your hips. He maneuvers you so you’re straddling his thigh.

“If you want Daddy’s cock so bad, prove it. Make yourself cum on my thigh and I’ll take you to bed and make you scream for me. Can you do that baby girl?” Jack’s hands are rubbing up and down your sides, and you hold on to his strong shoulders.

“Yes Daddy” you breathe out again, beginning to slowly move your clothed core over his jeans, which provide an exquisite amount of friction combined with your lace panties.

Jack’s eyes rake over your body, and he can’t decide which is better: looking you in the eyes as you fall apart, or watching your pussy moving over him and creating a growing wet spot.

“Fuck yes, darlin’ that’s it, doing so well for me”

You close your eyes, focusing on the sound of his voice and your building release.

“Keep your eyes on me baby, Daddy wants you to see who’s making you feel this good.”

His hands are digging into your hips now, helping you move and you think (you hope) leaving bruises. You force your eyes open, making a face you’re sure looks pathetic.

Your breathing quickens, and your pace starts to falter as your orgasm hurtles toward you.

“Daddy, I-I’m so close” you manage to say between heaving breaths.

“Good girl, cum for me, cum for Daddy baby”

Jack’s words are all you need to throw you off the edge, your body shaking and your head thrown back, babbling Jack’s name amid a string of curses.

After you come down from your high and regain your bearings, you meet Jack’s eyes, which are gazing at you in reverence.

Jack finally captures your lips in a kiss, one hand on the back of your neck.

“Such a good girl for me, being so patient with me and coming so gorgeously. You still want Daddy’s cock darlin’?”

“Yes Daddy, I want to make you feel good” you reply as you stand from his lap and take his hands, leading him to the bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you pull Jack to you by his belt and start undoing it.

“Can you see how hard I am for you baby? This is what you do to me” Jack says while you unzip his pants and push them down, finally releasing his cock from the jeans which must have become quite uncomfortable.

You take his cock in your hand, thumb swiping over the swollen tip, spreading the precome over his length and slowly stroking it before taking as much of him into your mouth as you could fit.

Jack lets out a sigh, gently grabbing some of your hair, but careful not to pull.

“Fuck baby girl, that feels amazing but I don’t think I’ll last too long if you keep that up. I’m the one who made you wait for me all day, let me take care of you” he says as he removes himself from your mouth and moves you further up the bed. He pulls your soaked panties down your legs, and your dress up over your head, then settles himself between your legs.

He kisses you deeply, tongue seeking entrance for a few moments before moving to your jaw and down your neck. Between kisses, Jack continues talking. He always makes sure to continuously praise you, as if you don’t already know how much he loves you.

“-love this body. Such a lucky Daddy to have such a gorgeous little girl all to myself.”

He takes one of your breasts into his mouth while his hand palms the other.

“Fuck Daddy, feels so good” you breathe, arching your back up to him, “please Daddy I need you inside me. Please fuck me.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice baby,” Jack says, releasing your breasts.

You feel the blunt head of his cock at your entrance, and Jack kisses you again as he slides into you. After a few moments to let you adjust to him, he starts to fuck you hard, but still keeps a relatively slow pace.

You snake your hands into Jack’s hair, holding him close to you while he kisses and nuzzles between your neck and shoulder.

“Taking me so well baby, always so tight and warm for me” Jack says softly into your ear, then he moves down to your neck again, biting and sucking a mark into it. He then moves one hand between your bodies to rub your sensitive clit, causing you to moan even louder and bringing you quickly toward a second release.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum again, please don’t stop” you beg, as he quickens his thrusts in time with the harsh circles his fingers traced on your clit.

“Cum on my cock baby, want you to make a mess all over me” Jack commands, looking in your eyes to watch you fall apart again.

Your second orgasm is more powerful than the first, causing you to cry out and writhe underneath Jack, but he doesn’t stop his movements despite your sensitivity.

“I know you’ve got one more in you baby, I’m so close, cum with Daddy baby girl” Jack practically whines as his own pace begins to falter and you feel him throb inside you.

Sure enough, another orgasm wracks through you just as you feel Jack’s cum paint your walls. You kiss Jack, swallowing his moans and your own, wanting him as close to you as he could possibly get.

You both ride out your highs and after a few moments Jack slowly pulls out of you and rolls onto his back, pulling you toward him so your arm is draped over his chest.

“So was that worth the wait?” Jack asks, quirking his lips into a crooked smile.

You laugh slightly, “yes it was Jack, I hope I helped you take your mind off of work too.”

“You definitely did, darlin’, and I promise I won’t spend another second thinking of anything but you the rest of the weekend.”

Jack places a soft kiss to the top of your head, and the two of you drift off to sleep.