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Your latest Daddy Whiskey fic was perfection 🥹 please ignore if you’re not taking requests but if you are, I cannot stop thinking about Daddy Whiskey being away for a tough mission or even a long day at work, and you’re in bed all sleepy, tired. He comes in, joins you, slowly wakes you at 3am & begs you to let him be inside you, to just hold himself there while you lay face to face, cradling his head in your chest while he whimpers “just the tip baby cakes, daddy just needs the tip inside” 🥵

I Need You

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) praise kink, daddy kink (O. F. C.), dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex, established relationship, mentions of an age gap, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), mentions of vaginal fingering

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A/N: First of all, how dare you use my love for Daddy Whiskey against me. I am not currently taking requests, but how could I ignore this? HOW??? Second of all, this is so sexy, holy fuck this is so sexy!!!

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It’s late in the night when he comes home, well, more like early in the morning. You’d expected his arrival to be sometime this week - he couldn’t tell you which day. Wednesday night at three in the morning wasn’t what you were expecting, though. Then again, he’s come back at crazier times in the past.

Jack had made your home secure enough that if you heard someone come in, you knew it had to be him. This is why you didn’t worry when you heard the front door open so late in the night. The sound woke you up, but not with fright. It made you smile.

He steps softly when he walks in, not wanting to wake you up even though he knows he did. He's always so considerate. But when he comes into the room, he can’t help but walk over to you. A large, calloused hand smoothes its way over your forehead, his touch the gentlest it ever has been. He kisses you there, too, smiling against you. There’s also a soft hum, almost a moan. You’re so cute like this, sleepy and peaceful in your dreams.

“I’m home, baby.” he knows you’re still sleeping, almost entirely, just barely awake enough to be aware of his presence. But he tells you he’s home, anyway.

The incredible desire to lay beside you fills him to the brim, to just crawl beneath the covers and forget about the outside world. He’s missed you, longed for you, a weight taken off his shoulders the minute he saw you. But there’s dirt and sweat all over him; he wasn’t even able to change before coming home to you.

In the next room over, he undresses fully, the soft rumble of the shower just barely keeping you awake. But you don’t mind; you want to see him.

It doesn’t matter that it’s 3am, it doesn’t matter that he’s tired as hell, it doesn’t matter that he only saw half of your beautiful face - he can’t stop himself from thinking about you, seeing you, all of you. While he was gone he thought only of you, of your grabbable thighs, the incredibly smooth skin of your tits, the noises you always made whenever he touched you. But what made him fucking throb every time it crossed his mind, was the delicious space between your legs. He lost count of how many times he’d imagined eating you out, running his tongue over every inch of your pussy, fingering you while he sucked on your clit. He loved to do it, loved to taste you and feel your warm center on his face. When he was alone in his hotel room, he’d also think about how amazing it felt to slide inside you, filling you completely. How warm and tight your pussy always was, sucking him inside and making him pulse. With desperate attempts, he tried to replicate these sensations with his hand. He never could.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, resting his head against the tiled wall.

Water sprays over his head, Jack’s eyes closing as he takes in a deep breath. He considers touching himself, releasing over the shower drain so he doesn’t wake you with his needs. But he can’t bring himself to. After two weeks he can’t fucking stand his hand, he needs you. So, he moves through the motions, washing away the dirt and grime of his day. He washes his chest, his back, his stomach and legs, under his arms and his feet, even scrubs beneath his fingernails, too; he needs to be clean before he touches you.

Heart racing inside his chest, he dries himself off while approaching your shared bed. He drops the towel on the ottoman, a small piece of furniture sitting at the end of the bed. He’d towel dried his hair, wiping off his body, but didn’t bother getting dressed.

“Mm…” comes his soft grunt, lifting the covers on his side of the bed.

Jack sighs as he situates himself beside you, snuggling closer and closer to your body. Happiness blooms inside your husband’s chest, his arms now beginning to wrap around you.

“Jack,” you mumble tiredly, furrowing your brows while your eyelids still pretend to sleep.

“I’m here, honey.” he replies, his voice quiet yet raspy. He must be so sleepy. “I’m here.”

With gentle kisses, he begins to wake you slowly, his lips trailing across your face. It makes you grin, those plush lips pressing to your jaw, your cheek, your temple and your nose.

“Baby,” you giggle, eyes still shut while you turn in his direction.

In the darkness, Jack moans quietly, those strong arms pulling you into his chest. You intended to lay on your side, but Jack changes that. Easily, he rolls you onto your back, his own body now moving to cover yours beneath the sheets. Naturally, your legs spread for him, welcoming his pelvis between them. He lays over you, snuggling his arms between your back and the mattress as he holds you. The kisses he placed on your face now fall to your neck, his small noises waking you more and more. He mouths at you, his kisses becoming open-mouthed and wet. And then, he whines, a true whimper rumbling against you. Your brows furrow; is he alright?

“Baby,”

“Hi baby,” you coo, lifting your hands to run your fingers through his still-damp hair. You’re awake now, fully conscious as you hold his tired body above you. His weight presses into you, but not painfully so, just enough for him to rest in your gentle, comforting embrace.

“Baby,” he says again, huffing out a thick and heavy breath. “I need you.”

“I’m here, honey.” comes your mumbled response, your voice a beautiful sound to his ears. It calms him, you calm him.

“Babycakes, let daddy love you.” he mumbles, burying his head into the curve of your neck.

He shuffles closer to you, pressing his body against you. Jack’s arms squeeze you tighter, shifting his pelvis closer to your center. That’s when you feel him move, hips grinding into your own and making him moan.

“Honey, I need you.” your love repeats, whining again for you.

Jack’s full lips rise to your ear, pressing sweet kisses before he nibbles your lobe. He then drops his head to your chest, his breaths becoming quick and heavy.

“Daddy, it’s so late.” you sigh in return, fingers still combing slowly through his dark brown hair.

“Please, baby, please. Please let me be inside you. Daddy’s so horny for you, baby.”

You’re only wearing a tank top and panties, thin pieces of clothing that separate him from you. But even so, he rubs his face over your chest, feeling your plump flesh against his cheeks. His actions make you melt inside, your hands lowering slightly to cradle his face as he moans above you. By now he’s escalated from subtle grinding to full on thrusts, his lips parted while he breathes, while he leaks onto your shirt. Jack’s feral side starts to come out now, his tongue running along your collarbone and neck. And even though you’re still sleepy, you can’t deny that feeling Jack’s naked sex rut against you is making you wet.

“Daddy thought about nothin’ but you,” he confesses, mouth sucking on you. “I only think about you.”

“Hm… I love you, baby.”

“Daddy loves you, sugar, he loves you so much. He wants to put it in you.”

He’s tired too, very obviously so. His thrusts are lazy and shallow, the muscles in his stomach and chest weak as they expand and contract. But no matter how tired he is, he wants you; he’ll beg for you if he has to. And that’s exactly what he decides to do.

“I missed you,” your back arches against him, and he takes this as a sign to continue.

Your body’s movements make him growl, briefly biting down on his lower lip.

“Oh sweetheart, I missed you, too. You have no idea how much I missed you.”

“Daddy,” finally you whine, starting to give in to him.

“I missed how sweet and warm you are; kiss me baby, kiss your daddy.”

Immediately, you turn your head to the side, both hands sliding down to either side of Jack’s handsome face. Your lips capture his in a heated kiss, feeling him force out a breath through his nose. In the second kiss comes his tongue, sliding directly into your mouth. He makes you moan, his body and mouth, the way he feels and tastes.

“Just the tip babycakes,” he breathily begs, “Daddy needs just the tip inside.”

Your mouth opens, moaning quietly against him. With your hands still on his cheeks, he moves his head, pressing passionate kisses to your jawline and chin.

“Can I do that, sweet pea? Will you let me?”

“Yes, daddy.” you whimper, nodding your head. “Yes.”

“Take this off, honey.” he’s tugging at the bottom of your shirt. “Take this off so daddy can be inside you.”

Fuck, hearing him talk this way always ignites a fire inside you. You’d FaceTimed him a handful of times while he was gone, and when you called, he was always so sweet. He'd tell you how much he loves you, how much he misses you, tells you as much as he can about his day and even gives you kisses through the phone before you hang up. But no matter what he did, it was nothing compared to when he was really here. Your entire body burns bright with arousal and affection, complete adoration for the man that you love.

“Daddy, I missed you.” you lean up, sliding your shirt off and tossing it somewhere on the ground. And when you come back down, Jack’s already taking your panties off for you.

“I’m here, baby, I’m home. Daddy came home to you.” again, he kisses your cheek, keeping his lips there as he settles his naked sex against you.

While continuing to hold Jack’s beautiful face, he rests his forehead against you. One hand leaves your back, wrapping around his base as he finds your sensitive lips in the darkness. When you feel his tip brush against you, you gasp, his erection already sticky and wet.

“Oh baby… that’s it…”

Slowly, he slides his tip inside, moaning as your pussy begins to envelope him. So warm and welcoming, just like it always is, just like it always should be.

“Baby,” he groans intensely, dropping his head to mouth at your chest. “More? Please more?”

“Yes daddy, more.”

Your quiet gasp mixes with the nighttime air as he continues forward, the room completely dark as you experience each other while tangled beneath the sheets of your shared bed. More follow the first, too, especially when Jack’s lips return to you. They drag messily down your cleavage, sucking on your plump curves before his tongue lays out across your right nipple, flicking the hardened peak oh so gently. He moaned intensely when you allowed him to experience more, the vibrations of his vocal expressions still rolling across your chest.

“Yes,” your fingers cling to his hair when his hips meet your pelvis, widening your legs to make more room for him.

Almost immediately, your legs wrap around his midsection, pulling him even closer to you. When you do this, you can feel even more of him, more of his gloriously toned and muscular body. Jack’s slightly softened stomach rests against yours, your calves rubbing against his toned sides and lower back as you hold him over you. And Jack loves when you do this, when you show him just how badly you’re yearning for him.

“God,” Jack gasps, licking his lips. “You take it so good, always take it so good for me.”

“I love when you talk to me.” you nearly cry out, feeling his hips grind into you. He still hasn’t retracted his hips, not in the slightest.

“Yeah? You like when I tell you how good you’re bein’ for me?”

“Yes daddy,” you nod quickly, hurriedly, your chest pushing out against his smiling mouth. Turning his head to the side, he rubs his cheek over your plump tits, feeling your soft skin while he sighs.

“Fuck,” he curses quietly, moving his hips back before sliding inside again.

When he finally decides to move, he turns his head back to you, sucking your nipple into his wet mouth. His tongue rolls over you, your skin pebbled and stiff.

“That’s it,” it comes out as a moan when he eventually builds a pace. “Ah, fuck baby.”

“Harder,” you whimper, clinging to him. “Please.”

“Yeah? Does it feel good, honey? Daddy wants it to feel good, wants you to like him inside you.”

He’s rambling, almost incoherently. But he can’t stop himself, he’s waited for so long to be with you. He’s giving himself over to you, every time he’s with you, he gives himself entirely to you.

“You feel so good, baby, you always do.” you promise to him, feeling yourself throb around his erection.

Jack slides into you with much more strength than he put into his previously shallow ruts. You’re squeezing him tightly, hotly, and he honestly feels like he can’t breathe. It’s like a high to him, being with you, shoving himself inside you until he physically can’t anymore.

“You’re gettin’ so loud, babycakes.” he whispers to you, lips mumbling over your breasts. “God, I’m not gonna last too much longer, sugar."

“I don’t want you to last long, daddy.” it’s a high whine, the noises you make when he punches deep. “I just want you inside me.”

“Yeah? You want daddy to cum inside? You gonna keep daddy inside you, baby girl?”

“Yes! Baby, please.”

Slight stimulation is applied to your tingling bud every time he returns to your sensitive walls. His pelvis brushes against your clit, making you shiver and forcing your eyes to pinch shut.

“Will you cum with me? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, baby, I’m already so close. You’re going to make me cum, daddy. And I want to, I want to, I want to, please.”

“Shh…” he tuts, pressing his forehead into the curve of your neck. His body is tensing, his breaths faltering. “Shh baby, I got you. You know I’ve got you.”

“Y - yes, yes…”

“Fall apart for me, fall apart in daddy’s arms, angel.” he whispers it to you, his voice restrained as his muscles start to let go, adrenaline pumping through him as he begins to release.

Like so many times before this one, it feels like bliss. Jack feels your back arch up against him, his muscular arms tightening their hold as he thrusts down into you. Your hips jut upwards, rubbing against his pelvis while his own grinds against you. His release washes through him in waves, his body convulsing slightly, his erection throbbing profoundly. Your legs tighten around his lower back as you drench his length with your slick, your orgasm tearing through your limbs. You haven’t had a high as good as this since before he left, since the last time he was inside you. And while you cum, you can feel his sticky warmth flood into you, Jack’s mouth hanging open while he groans almost painfully alongside you. It makes you wonder how long it had been since he last let himself feel pleasure; he doesn’t often do it without you.

Oh, how Jack missed the moans you gave when you came for him. He’s never felt happiness like this before you, never been loved so fully in the way that you do. Your limbs tangle around his body, holding him impossibly close while his own body does the same, each of you offering a sense of comfort you’re unable to find anywhere else. It’s so fulfilling, being home with you, having you.

“Let me see it, honey.” he mumbles to you, calming his erratic breaths.

You smile, giggling slightly. Sliding your hands down, you show him your left, and immediately, he kisses it. Not just anywhere, though, he kisses the finger holding your ring.

“I hope you look at it every day and know how much I love you.”

He returns to your neck, snuggling into you. He’s softened entirely but still hasn’t pulled out; he just doesn’t want to.

“I do, baby.”

Your own body calms while being held in his arms, your fingers returning to stroke his now dry hair. He moans sleepily when you do so, rubbing his nose affectionately along your neck. He loves to be caressed by you. And while he lays over you, you lift your hand, staring at your ring once again.

“I’m so proud to have you.”

Like the gentleman he is, Jack cleans you before he does himself. He offers to help you with your clothes, but you wave a hand at him. You don’t even bother getting dressed, earning an enticed smile from him. You roll your own, tugging the blankets up over your shoulder.

“Will you come hold me?”

“‘Course I will, baby.” the way he says it makes him sound exhausted, and he probably is. His muscles are aching, his joints sore and head beginning to pound. But still, he feels calm; he knows sleeping beside you will heal him.

Turning on your side, you smile when Jack pulls you back to his chest. His arms loop their way around your body, his skin hot against yours. He rests his forehead against the back of your neck, yawning once he’s finally allowed to rest at your side. A small chuckle leaves your lips when you hear his tired groan.

“What’s so funny?” he grumbles, eyes now closed.

“My old man must really be tired, huh?” you tease, hearing another groan.

“Your old man is exhausted, honey. You’re really givin’ me a run for my money.”

“How’s that, baby?”

“I can’t resist your body.” he admits openly, his fingers stroking your tummy.

“Well, maybe you can also have it in the morning.”

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