#daddycember 22

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I can’t help but imagining jack and baby cakes getting a tiny little cowboy hat for their baby

This is seriously such a cute idea, omg

A Blessing

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, daddy kink (what’s new), breeding kink (ooh this is new), lactation kink (this is new too!), talk of pregnancy, unprotected vaginal sex, soft dom daddy whiskey, very brief mentions of loss/death

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A/N: I'm so in love with him I can't stand it.

Not beta-read, read at your own risk my friends

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In your opinion, there wasn’t a better way to tell him. After you found out yourself, it was only a matter of time before he found out, too. And you didn’t want it to be by accident, and you didn’t want him to wait. The moment just flowed so freely, his words sparking something inside of you.

“From now on, sugar,” When he looked up into your eyes, your smaller frame sitting snugly on his lap, you were able to see everything. Every bit of your husband’s love and genuine care on display. “It’s just you and me.” 

Swallowing, you felt your anxiety fizzle through your veins, excitement and worry all wrapped into one. And he noticed your change in expression, his own now frowning a bit. “Well… maybe not just you and me.” 

Almost nervously, he laughs. Feeling unsure. “What do you mean? Teddy?”

Your new puppy is already asleep in his crate, though it pains you to see. You can’t wait until he’s old enough to sleep on the bed with you.

“No… not exactly.” Giggling nervously, you sigh, looking down. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Jack,” Looking back up into his eyes, you take a deep breath, deciding to be forward with him. “I’m pregnant, baby.”

Immediately, the muscles in his face drop, a look of tender shock washing over him. Slowly, his head moves back, getting a better look at you.

“No, you’re not.” He says blankly, eyes searching your own for any sense of hesitation.

Smiling brightly, you nod. “Yeah, I am.” 

“What, I mean, you…” Those warm brown eyes then drop down to your tummy, staring dumbly at you. “Really? Are you s-sure?” 

Internally, his heart is racing, throat going dry as he processes this. I’m gonna be a dad?

“Yes, baby. I’m sure. I took like ten tests.” You’re laughing now, hands holding his cheeks to lift his eyeline to you. “I told you I’d give you babies, honey.” 

“I can’t believe this.” All at once, his emotions hit the surface, a gentle wetness forming on his lower lashline. “Baby, oh my god.” 

Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around you, face resting against your chest. It’s a tight embrace, forcing your body against his. He can’t even describe all of the emotions he’s feeling right now. Something between pride and disbelief and gratitude and love. Always so much love for you.

“How, how far along are you?” Chuckling, he shakes his head, kissing your covered chest. “Babycakes, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe this.” 

“I’m not sure.” Lowering yourself, you turn, resting your cheek on the top of his head while stroking his hair. “No more than a few weeks; a little over a month, probably.” 

“Well, let’s schedule you a doctor’s appointment, sweetheart. Let’s make sure you’re okay, that everything is ready.”

“Ready?” You giggle, looking down at him. 

“Well, yeah! We gotta make sure they’re healthy, make sure you’re healthy. Figure out how far along you are and start planning. You know, I’ve always thought about a ranch-themed nursery.”

This time, a big-bellied laugh escapes you. “Of course you have.” 

“Honey, we’re gonna have a baby.” 

While the two of you have talked about kids before, he never really came to terms with the fact that it would happen again. Ever since losing his first wife Anna, and their unborn son Rhett, he didn’t think it was possible to be gifted such a blessing again. But here you are, giving him everything he could ever want, giving him the entire goddamn world. 

“I’ll always be here, sweetheart. I’ll always protect you, provide for you - you know that, don’t you?” Immediately, worry consumes him, worry and determination. He won’t let what happened to them happen to you. You’re the most precious thing he’s ever had, he won’t ever lose you. 

“Of course, I do.” Kissing the tip of his nose, you smile. “You made those promises to me on the day of our wedding. But I knew it before then, too.” 

Your husband then sighs, sucking in a deep breath shortly thereafter. He’s holding onto you like he’ll never let you go. And he never will. 

“I know this is obviously really soon, but…” 

Jack’s eyes are on you as you speak, his attention unwavering. He can’t believe you’re his wife, can’t believe you’re going to be the mother of his child.

“Do any names come to mind?” You’ve discussed names before, but you’re wondering if any stand out to him now.

He nods, smiling. “You know I like Henry and Jasper.” 

At this, you hum. You’ve always loved the name Henry, and have had a fondness for the name Jasper since he introduced it to you. “And for a girl?” 

“Rowan or Violet.” Jack says firmly, “I love those names.” This makes you grin; you’d introduced him to both of them.  

“Jack?”

“Hm?” He’s still gazing up at you, resting his chin gently on your chest. The expression on his handsome face is entirely lovestruck, in absolute awe of the vision of you. “What is it, baby?” His hands are caressing your back, fingers tracing small, delicate circles.

“I love you.”

“I love you more than anything, baby doll.” He looks like such a puppy right now, staring at you with an incredible amount of adoration. “I can’t believe you’re giving me a baby.”

Grinning excitedly, you whisper, “What do you want it to be?”

“I don’t care.” Comes his immediate answer, shaking his head briefly. “I don’t care at all, not a single bit, baby. I just want ‘em, want a little kid runnin’ around here that’s half you, half me.”

“Just one?” You tease, smiling. And you’re still running your fingers through his hair, heart beating profoundly.

“As many as you’ll let us have, honey.” He tells you wholeheartedly. And then he releases another breath, and quite dramatically. Dropping his head, he kisses your chest, more passionately this time. “Honey, you’re going to look so beautiful with our baby.” 

One of his hands then retracts, sliding over your pelvis, thumb brushing against your lower belly. Truly, he can’t wait to see it, your stunning body growing from his baby. He can’t believe you want this; if only he knew how proud you were to have it. What a blessing.

“You think so, daddy?” 

Something about the moment shifts from sweet to sensual, Jack’s mouth slowly moving over you. Mhm is all he says in response, mumbling against your chest. 

“You know,” He then says, that southern voice growing deep. “I was wondering why you weren’t drinkin’ tonight.” 

“Yeah, it’s because I’m carrying your baby.”

“Oh, honey.” Closing his eyes, he forces out a heavy breath. “Say it again.”

“What? That I have your baby in me?” It’s said in a teasing voice; you love how he’s responding to this. 

Lifting his head, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, one you return with overt happiness. Jack is absolutely overjoyed to hear this, all of it. And if it’s even possible, it’s made him fall that much harder for you. 

“Babycakes,” Just like that, his hands are sliding down to your ass, gripping your firmly while he groans. Sliding his face over your clothed breasts, he coos quietly. “Daddy wants you.” 

“Yeah?”

Now that you’re thinking about it, tonight was the perfect time to tell him - on New Year’s Eve, on the one-year anniversary of your engagement. You swear, life with him is like a fairy tale. 

“Baby, come here.” Jack’s mouth has moved up to your neck, his hands securing themselves to the bottom of your thighs while he stands up. 

Lifting you with him, he revels in the way you cling to his body, holding onto the sturdiness of him. You can feel the muscles in his upper back and arms, your own wrapping around his neck. Your thighs squeeze his waist, feeling the broadness of his palms slide up to your ass. 

“You’re mine? Huh?” He asks, turning his head to kiss your cheek. 

After striding down the hall, he nudged open your bedroom door, now lowering you to the bed. But his body doesn’t leave you, it covers you, crawling over your smaller form. 

Breathing out a deep sigh, he gazes down at you, a predatory look in his eyes. “Say it.” 

“I’m yours.” Already, you feel drunk on him, on this new feeling. Reaching out, you hold his face. And because of your compliance, he leans into your hold, coming down to kiss you. 

“Oh, baby, let me love on you.” Turning his head, he rubs his forehead over your chin, a gentle and loving nudge. “Daddy wants to touch you.”

Right now, all he’s thinking about is the beauty of your body. You were a gorgeous thing before, and he never thought you could be more amazing than you already were. But somehow, you are. Somehow, you’ve managed to mesmerize him even more. 

You let him move you, let him do whatever he wants. Gentle hands remove your clothing, leaving you bare while he remains clothed. He’s not focusing on himself, he’s focusing on you. 

Jack’s strong hands run down your sides while he sighs, eyes trailing over your naked form. Immediately, he leans down, lips meeting your lower belly. He kisses you softly, humming happily, rubbing your hips while he does it.

“Baby…” He’s already being so sweet, you can’t wait to see how he acts when you really have a belly.

Reaching down, your fingers slide easily through his hair, Jack’s handsome face relaxed in contentment. He feels warm, touching you softly. To get closer to your skin he leans back, lifting his shirt from his body. And then he’s returning to you, face snuggling into the slope of your neck. His one arm keeps him up while his other lays over your body, keeping a hand on your tummy. 

“You’re my girl, honey.” The curve of his nose slides along your neck, knocking your head to the side ever so gently. “Say it to me.”

Smiling, you lift your hands, holding the sides of his face. “I’m your girl, baby.”

“That’s right, honey.” He’s smiling that gorgeous smile, the one that made you fall for him. “You’re so pretty, babycakes. So beautiful, you know that?”

“Mhm.” Nodding, you keep your grin, melting beneath his praise. 

“Then say it.” He softly demands, whispering into your ear. “Say it to me.”

“I’m pretty,” Jack grunts slightly when you don’t say it all, shaking his head against you. But it makes him happy when you complete the phrase. “I’m beautiful.”

“That’s my girl, my good girl. Say it to me, honey. Let me hear you say it - you’re my good girl.”

“I’m your good girl.” He’s never done this before, never made you repeat his praise. But he wants you to know it, wants you to say it until you truly believe it. Jack wants you to know how wonderful you truly are. 

The hand on your stomach lifts to your chest, touching you kindly. He cups you, massages you, turning his head to press those plush lips to your cheek. And he continues, going on for who knows how long, making you repeat his wonderful words and feeling pride bloom in his chest when you say them. 

You’re the love of my life. 

Your body is amazing

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

You’re the person that completes me

“I want you to know it, honey. I always want you to know it.” 

The love Jack gives you is on an entirely different level than the love you’ve received from others. It’s like you didn’t even know what love was before him. 

“Mm…” He hums, hand dropping from your chest to rub between your legs. “Sugar, you’re wet?”

“Yes, daddy.” You’re nodding, whining slightly, heart skipping in its beat. 

“You want me, baby? You want it?” He’s kissing your cheek again, sighing against you. “Because daddy wants you.” 

Nothing would make Jack happier in this moment than to claim you, to mark your body as his all over again. Spiritually, emotionally, physically, you're his. And he is yours.

Your words allow him to move easily, shifting his pants off his hips and down his legs until they’re discarded somewhere behind him. Jack’s body keeps you down, the warm skin of his chest pressing into your own. This is when he finally meets your lips, his hungry and passionate. Your husband swallows every sound you make, every moan and high whine as he positions himself to slide inside. 

“You’re so pretty like this.” His breaths are already hurried, speaking when he pushes himself into the space between your legs. “When you let me lay you back, when you let me take care of you…” 

“I always want you to.” Reaching for his shoulders, you cling to him, walls stretching around his girth. 

He’s moving so slow that it’s becoming agonizing, finally deciding to lift your hips to speed up the process. And it works, Jack’s punched-out gasp fanned across your face as he looks down at you, down at where the two of you connect.

“If you think I spoiled you before…” He says, grabbing onto your hip with a grin. “You have no idea what’s comin’.”

“I know you’ll always take care of me daddy,” Something emotional overcomes you, one hand lifting to cup his handsome face. “I need you.”

Instantly, he’s diving down, bringing himself back to you. He lets you hold him, both arms wrapping around his neck. Keeping his one hand on your hip, he begins a gradual pace, ducking himself into the crook of your neck to suck sensually on your skin. 

“Daddy, faster, please.”

Already, you’re whining for him, and he fucking loves it, he always has. You succumb so easily to him. Since the first night you saw him, you’ve been addicted. 

“Uh-uh,” Shaking his head, he keeps himself against your neck. “We’re gonna go at daddy’s pace. Don’t wanna hurt your body, baby.”

“Baby, I’m fine. I promise, I just, I want it.” You haven’t even had your first ultrasound yet and he’s already treating you like glass. 

Dropping his forehead to your chest, he groans. “You think you know what’s best?”

At this, you whimper, his simple words putting you back in your place. 

“You’ll do what daddy says, babycakes.” Shaking his head, he sighs, continuing to slide in and out of you at a gradual pace. “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Your tiny okay daddy prompts him to lift his head, praise floating from his lips as he leans in to kiss you. Opening his mouth, his tongue slides against your own, tasting you with a sense of urgency. The way he moves his mouth is entirely opposite to the rest of his body. He’s still going slow, the firm drag of him along your walls making you cry out for him. 

“Oh my god, baby. You’re so fucking sexy,” Jack is panting, his hips rutting into you repeatedly. And you’re still clinging to him, lifting your pelvis to meet his every thrust. 

Sliding your hand down his back, it lands on his ass, pushing him closer to you, urging him to dive deeper inside you. 

“You can’t do that.” Feeling your nails scratch down his back, he bares his teeth briefly, feeling a surge of adrenaline kick in. “I’m gonna cum too quick if you keep doing that.” He’s referring to the way you’re moving your hips, and the way you’re touching him.

“It’s okay, daddy. I want it,” Leaning in, you whisper to him, “I already have it.” 

“Oh, honey,” And just like that, he’s thinking about the pregnancy, about how beautiful you’ll look with your belly. “Will you let me lick you?”

“Hm?” 

His free hand rises to your chest again, gripping your left breast. “When these get big ‘n full…”

Those brown eyes then look down, gazing at your chest with a sense of hunger you’ve never seen before.

“Will you let me taste them?”

Fuck, you never even thought about that. It’s never been brought up before, Jack having any kind of lactation kink. But it makes sense, he does love your soft, plump chest. 

“Baby, that’s so sexy…” Watching him dive down, he sucks your nipple inside his mouth, moaning. “Yes, of course I will, daddy.” 

Just thinking about it makes him throb, his imagination pushing him to the edge. He can already picture it, your sensitive tits spilling from the nipple, leaking down your chest. It would taste so sweet, the milk dripping from you. He’d massage them in his warm, strong hands, squeezing more out of you. 

“Fuck me, sugar, I’m…” Pinching his eyes shut, he groans. “Jesus baby, I’m gonna cum.”

You’re not sure if you’re feeling sensitive from your early pregnancy or just from the moment, but you feel like you could cum, too. It didn’t always happen, experiencing your high solely from his length. But the way he’s fucking you right now is making your body shake. 

He bites into your shoulder, groaning, hips jerking harshly into the space between your legs. Jack lets you guide him, your hand on his ass pushing him in even deeper than he already is. With your other hand, you grip his hair, your body rolling up against his. The feeling of him spilling inside you is what does it, and it shocks you both, your orgasm riding through you in waves. And then Jack slides his hand up the bed, holding the back of your head and kissing the bruise he left. 

The way he cums is something else; it’s like it has a different purpose now. Holding your body close, he wraps both arms around you, thinking about the life the two of you have built. He’s never been more confident that you’re the one for him. 

Jack’s aftercare was always top tier, you’re truly blessed to have such a doting partner. After cleaning you, he brings you a clean set of pajamas, placing a pillow beneath your head. He knows your nighttime routine pretty well, so he brings you your hairbrush and a hair tie, watching you brush and then braid your hair. When you’re done, he puts everything back, returning to your side in no time. Smoothing his palm over your forehead, he kisses it, doing the same to your belly. And it makes you grin. He then jogs downstairs, grabbing your water bottle so he can fill it and also bring up some snacks. 

“You wanna watch somethin’, baby?” Setting your bottle on your nightstand, he sighs, grunting slightly as he rounds the bed to get situated on his side. “Brought you some fruit and popcorn.”

“Baby, you didn’t have to do that.” Smiling brightly at him, your eyes dazzle with admiration. 

But while you’re looking at him, he frowns, eyes narrowing. Darting slightly to the side, he looks at your phone screen, now grinning. 

“What’s that?” He asks, nodding at your phone. 

Turning your head, you look back at your Google search, cheeks burning from your grin. Looking back at him, you nibble on your corner lip. 

“What do you think about a tiny cowboy hat?”

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also this is me requesting another daddy whiskey fic with spanking

Ask and you shall receive, my love. Especially when it comes to Daddy Whiskey.

Good for You

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) 

Dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spit kink, degradation, spanking, brief hair pulling, rimming, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, anal sex, rough sex 

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A/N: Basically porn without plot. This is filthy. You’re welcome. 

Also, this occurs promptly after the end of "What They See".

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It’s the shove on your back that sets the mood, the force he gives causing you to stumble into the room. It’s harsh, your feet scraping across the floor, heels shuffling on the ground to kick off your flimsy shoes. He doesn’t let you turn; his hand is only off your back for two seconds so he can lock the door. And then it returns, holding firmly on your shoulder from behind, leading you forward with his strength and weight, until you’re forced over the side of the bed. 

“Don’t cover yourself up now.” He mutters, hand tugging and tearing your cover-up off your body. The limp fabric of it falls to the floor, the material of your swimsuit quickly tugged down, too. “You let everyone else see - you gonna let me see?”

He’s already spreading you open from behind, the sting of it prompting the dull ache in your core, the intense throb he can so clearly see between your cheeks. Within seconds, he’s groping you, massaging the sweet flesh of your backside while he groans. Thick and heavy, his breaths waft into the air, alongside an array of words that are so mockingly sweet.

“You’re my slutty little girl, aren’t you?” Pushing your curves together, he sighs, shuffling out of his shorts. The only reason his hands leave you is to then lift his shirt, removing every last piece of his clothing. “You let everyone see what daddy has, didn’t you, baby?” 

“Daddy,” It’s already muffled, your desperate words spoken directly into the duvet. And then he spanks you, watching your ass jiggle softly. Gripping it harshly in his hand, it makes you whine, your own fingers clawing at the bedspread. 

“Stings, don’t it?” He murmurs lowly from behind, looking up when he hears your shrill moan. Leaning down, he sucks a mark into your lower back, biting into your flesh while grumbling, “I know you like it.” 

Jack loves showing you off; it’s nothing new for the two of you. This time, though, there wasn’t someone up close to gawk at you like Frankie did at the party. No, these people didn’t get to see the real treat - the special spaces between your legs. 

Bending over your smaller frame, he fists the plump flesh of your ass with both hands, spanking you harshly again. He slaps your right cheek with his dominant hand, wanting it to sting. And it does, the quick pressure of it lighting your skin on fire and stoking the flames of your rapidly building arousal. He’s building himself up, mouth and teeth and tongue roaming your body the more he smacks your soft skin. Bruises blossom along your shoulder and neck, your sweet cries swirling in the air around him. He’s biting you, marking you, growling, “Don’t cover it up, sweet thing. Let them see how well I treat you.” 

Already, you’re breathless, from his attention and love and overwhelming affection. And it’s for you, it’s all for you. Always for you. 

“I wanna spoil you, angel.” Soft lips and bated breaths ghost over the splotches on your neck and upper back, Jack’s naked pelvis grinding into you from behind. And then he smacks you again, forcing you further up on the bed. “Wanna play with your body ‘till you’re shaking, baby.” 

Already, your skin is red and pulsing from him. Pushing back into his body, you sigh, grunting slightly. “I want that, daddy.”

Reaching forward, he grabs your hair, using it as leverage to yank your head back. “I fuckin’ know you do.” Tossing your head forward and releasing his grip on your hair, you gasp, feeling him drop to his knees behind you. 

Pulling you apart, he watches you pulse again, moaning as he witnesses the arousal twitching its way through your muscles. “Look at you flutter…” 

His pointer finger is already sliding up and down your thin, sensitive lips, pink and wet and ready for him. Left hand on your cheek, he squeezes it, blunt nails digging into the skin. It makes you wince, the painful ache soothed by the pleasurable drag of his finger sliding over your slick. The tip of it penetrates you from behind, quickly pulling it into his mouth to get a quick taste before he truly begins. 

“You know…” Your husband sighs, heavily, deeply. “I spoil this pretty little hole quite often, don’t I, honey?” Tilting his head, those dark eyes wander up your exposed crevice to land on the tight ring of muscles he’s left empty for, in his opinion, far too long. 

“Yes, daddy.” Nodding, you lift your head to take a deep breath. “Always, you always do.” 

“Hm…” Your words make him compliant. So submissive, so sweet. “Maybe I’ll pay a little more attention to this neglected one then, hm?” He offers, tongue sliding across his lower lip. 

Before you can even wonder what he’s referencing, the finger he just removed from your sex begins circling your tightest hole, your jaw dropping from the sensation of it. He’s right, he hasn’t played with you back here in weeks; it has been neglected. 

“What do you think, baby?” He hums quietly, leaning in to kiss your soft cheek. “You want daddy to satisfy you back here? Want me to play with your pretty little hole?” 

“Baby,” Your core clenches from his words coupled with the absence of him, wanting to be filled in whatever way he deems fit. “Yes, yes please. Play with me…” 

Jack fingered you back here almost every time you had sex, but when it came to licking it, he didn’t do it nearly as often as you liked. It wasn’t because he didn’t like to, it’s because he just paid attention to your pussy more. But now that the urge has hit him, it’s hit him hard. Licking your ass made him feel so desperate for you, absolutely feral for you. 

Leaning in, he lays his tongue out, licking a long, flat stripe up the valley between your cheeks. Turning his head, he bites into your plump flesh, only stopping when he hears you squeak. And then he’s grabbing your hips, pushing you forward so you’re fully resting on the bed. He situates himself on his stomach, and you stay on yours, too. He’s laying between your legs, moaning pleasurably as you spread them further, welcoming him in. 

He can’t keep himself from your pussy, though. Sucking two fingers inside his mouth, they then quickly prod at your entrance, sliding in to their last knuckle. It makes you gasp, pushing your hips back against him. And just like that, he’s shuffling forward, tongue lapping at your upper hole. He shoves his fingers into you, forcing them down to search for that beautifully sensitive spot. The hand not pulsating its fingers into you keeps you spread, kneading the beautiful flesh of your ass. 

“D-Daddy, please.” You can feel yourself shaking, lungs gasping and hips rotating into his grasp. 

“What is it, babycakes? What do you need?” His voice is thick, dripping in lust and scraping against his throat whenever he speaks. 

“Don’t stop - k-keep going. Please.” 

A guttural groan vibrates from his chest, giving your ass a quick slap with his free hand. The tip of his tongue prods at the center of your taut muscles, dipping it in as he attempts to open you up for him. 

“Don’t you love it, honey?” Your husband gasps, his humid breath hitting your skin. “Don’t you love being nasty with daddy?” 

He can barely help himself, it’s like he’s devouring you from behind, pursing his lips to suck on your hole before shoving that skillful wet muscle inside. And you feel like you can hardly move at this point, drunk off the talent of his tongue. 

“I love, I love when you lick me.” Eyes closed, you enjoy his attention, smiling breathlessly. “I love it…” 

It’s lewd, the way he puts his mouth on you, the way he uses it against you. Removing himself to take a breath, he purses his lips again, this time dripping a cool trail of spit onto your skin. And then he’s pulling his fingers out of you, rubbing your hole with the combination of his saliva and your slick. Shoving his face into the space between your cheeks, he licks into you deep, moaning wildly. 

Wiggling from the pleasure of it, your mouth hangs open, your saliva beginning to pool on the sheets. And when you writhe beneath his body, he growls, briefly baring his teeth and hauling you closer to his face. 

“Let me spread you wide, babycakes.” Sucking in a quiet huff of air, he says, “Let daddy tongue fuck your dirty little hole.” 

The tip of his tongue lines your rim as he moans, whining quietly every now and then. His fingers press into your muscles, keeping you spread so wide that it stings. 

“Sweetheart,” Swallowing thickly, he begs, “Can I finger it, baby?”

“Oh my god,” It comes out as a groan, your eyes rolling back. “Yes.” 

Not even a second passes by before he’s spitting on your crease, watching it slide down over your puckered skin. 

“Look at you,” He grunts, dragging his pointer finger along the valley between your cheeks. “Your pretty fuckin’ ass.” And then he slaps it, leaving the red aftershocks of his hand on you. 

Just barely, he pushes his finger in, only to the first knuckle. A pleasurable wave washes through your limbs, your body shivering as it releases a contented breath. And when he hears that, he smiles, your happy sound giving him all the consent he needs to push his finger the rest of the way in. 

“Daddy,” The title you’ve moaned a thousand times comes out once again, fingers digging into the blankets, eyes pinching shut as you feel the first hint of that pleasurable burn. “F-Fuck.”

“You’re doing so good, baby.” It comes out immediately, his genuine praise. Twisting it, he pulls out halfway before sliding back in. “So good for daddy, baby…” 

After a handful of pumps, he keeps his finger seated inside, dripping another long drop of saliva onto it. He watches it squeeze into your hole around the intrusion of his fingers, groaning when you clamp down on his finger.

“I know daddy doesn’t have lube, baby. I’m so sorry, angel.” Those deep, warm eyes still haven’t left your throbbing hole, not since he licked it. 

“It’s okay, daddy. It’s okay… you know I… I like when you spit.”

And that’s just what he loves to hear. 

His lips crack a half-grin, giving his head a quick shake alongside his breathlessness. The fact that Jack can do absolutely anything he wants to you astounds him. Through the good and the bad, you’ve been so loving and trusting of him, nothing has broken that and nothing ever will. Not only are you the person he’s been searching for his entire life, you’re also the person he can explore every corner of his mind with. Genuinely, what could be better? You’re a gift to him. 

“Baby - daddy, please give me your tongue again.”

“You don’t want my fingers, honey? You don’t want me to open you up?” 

“I do, I do, I just… it feels so good…”

He hesitates. Does he do what you ask of him, or does he force you to give into his own desires? 

“Please,” You whine in the silence, shoving your hips back against him. “Lick me.”

And how could he not give you what you want? How could he not give you every single damn thing you need? 

With an ardent and exaggerated sigh, he’s spreading you open again, diving between your crease. The way he’s licking you now is the exact same way he licks your pussy. His breaths are heated, his groans passionate, his movements quick and firm and fuck, you wish you could see him. His face shoved into your ass, mouthing at your crease, thrusting his tongue as deep as it’s able to go. He’s hungry, repeatedly stuffing the wet muscle into your tightest channel while grunting against your skin. 

“Love this, love tasting you like this.” And when his tongue returns, you moan, muscles tightening before him. Removing himself, he gives you a disciplinary smack, digging his teeth into your bruising flesh. “You naughty fuckin’ thing… I can feel you clenchin’ around me.” 

“W-Will you fuck me?” It’s not necessarily a beg, just a simple question. But if he asked you to beg right now, you’d do so without hesitation. 

“You want me to?” Placing a sloppy kiss on the curve of your backside, he adds, “You want daddy’s dick in your ass?”

“Fuck me.” Rolling your eyes back, you sigh, a fresh wave of euphoria rocking through your body merely from your husband’s words. 

Jack’s strong body shuffles up behind you, lifting himself to his knees. With both hands, he hauls your hips into the air, his toned chest puffing out with each intense breath. You let him move you as he pleases, practically going limp beneath him. And honestly, he likes you best this way. 

“Okay, honey…” He says, trying to calm his breaths as he talks to you. Jack wants to remain relaxed, wants to be your rock - especially during times like this. He knows this might be a bit painful for you. 

Placing his left hand on your lower back, he rubs your skin with tender swipes while lining himself up with your rear entrance. It feels so much different than the sensitive space between your legs; it’s quite a bit tighter and at times, warmer, too. He can’t wait for this. 

“Open up, pretty girl…” And his words prompt you to do just that, your body listening to him subconsciously. 

Sliding forward, his tip pushes past your relaxing muscles, jaw dropping as he watches. You keep still for him, knuckles turning white from clutching the bedsheets for so long. 

“There you go…” Jack coos, watching himself disappear inside of you. “There you go, honey, that’s so good.” 

Even when your husband let his passion and desire fuel the fire inside his body, he made sure to care for you. No matter how rough or feral he was feeling, he knows how he wants to treat you. You’re his little angel, his pretty, perfect thing. And you deserve to know it, no matter what you’re doing. 

“Beautiful…” Comes his breath of amazement, of absolute awe. 

Gritting your teeth, you take the sting, having done it so many times before. It’s easier than it used to be, but with the size of your husband… it takes a minute to accommodate him, regardless of where he is.

Quite suddenly, his chest forces out two intense breaths. Your eyes fly open, head turning back slightly as you call out to him. “Baby?”

“It’s so… tight.” He’s groaning, head dropping back. “You’re so tight back here.”

“Daddy,” Sliding your hand further up on the bed, you whine desperately, begging for him to continue. “I want it.”

“I know you do, daddy knows it, honey.” Dropping his head forward again, he keeps his hands on your ass, squeezing your flesh. “Daddy’s giving it to you.” 

Pushing forward, Jack’s eyes don’t leave you. He forces himself to watch the entirety of it, of his length sliding into you. You’re pulsing around him, muscles stretching from the intrusion. But after a minute of gentle pressure, he’s in, the curves of your ass surrounding him. 

“Jesus.” Without thinking, he slaps his hand down on your right cheek, listening to your high, surprised whine. It shoves you forward, your muscles squeezing around him from the impact. 

Leaning over your bent body, he spits, watching it drip down slowly. He does this twice, letting it coat his base and your delicate crease. Retracting himself halfway, he listens to the soft squelch his spit gives, aiding in his re-entry. Gradually, he sets his pace, listening to your little whimpers and whines. 

“Don’t hide them, baby.” Shaking his head, he gives your ass a small tap. “Don’t hide those noises from me.”

His words allow you to let go, your lungs releasing the breath you’d been holding. “Daddy.”

“There she is, there’s my girl.” He’s speaking to you so softly, so lovingly. 

Before he’s even ready for it, you start bouncing back against him. It prompts the sound of your slapping skin to fill the room, Jack’s soft attitude quickly fading. 

“You’re such a whore for it, aren’t you?”

This makes you groan, the sound airy and needy. Cementing his hands to your hips, he leans over you just a bit, now diving into you at a quicker pace. 

“I asked you a fucking question.” Reaching for your hair, he fists it, yanking your head back.

“Yes,” Gulping, you lick your lower lip, trying to look at him. “Yes, daddy.”

“Yes, what?”

“I’m a whore for it.”

“Ugh.” Tossing your head down, he releases an ungodly groan. Swatting your ass again, he then places his hand on your upper back, pushing you down on the bed. “You’re so good to me.” 

His hips are slamming against you, your compliance only riling him up. He’s throbbing inside, feeling the tight squeeze of your pulsating walls. And at this point, any and all pain has dissipated into something new, something great.

“Daddy, you feel s-so, so good.” You’re stuttering, the breath leaving your body. 

“Yeah baby,” He nods, brow beginning to sweat. “Just take it, angel. Let daddy fuck you open on his cock.”

The way he sways his hips against you makes your eyes roll back, forcing a melody of moans to leave alongside your rapid breaths.

“D-Daddy, oh my god. Fuck.” 

“Oh, I know; daddy’s fuckin’ you, oh god, he’s fuckin’ you so good, isn’t he?” 

Jack doesn’t mean to boast, but it’s like he can’t even help it. He knows the sex is good for you, knows it’s fucking amazing because it feels the exact same way for him. Christ, he’s never felt anything as good as you. And you’ve never felt anything as good as your daddy. 

“I can’t wait, sugar. I can’t wait to fuck you like this when we get home.” Your mouth hangs open as he repeatedly stuffs himself inside, feeling your ass swallow him whole. “Bend you over and lick you again, lube you up for it. I should’ve fingered you more, should’ve made you take it.” 

The fact that Jack wants to do these things to you makes your head spin. The fantasies he has about you are endlessly erotic, filthy, and quite often… extremely taboo. And everything about that excites you.

“Daddy, fuck, fuck me…” The way he’s handling you becomes rough, his fingers digging into your sides, his chest rumbling from his grunts. 

“Oh baby, I already am.” He teases, smiling breathlessly. “But that’s not what you mean, is it? You want daddy to wreck you, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Baby, p-please.” It makes you delirious when he talks to you like this, when he mocks you for the way you react to him.

Jack’s body is so strong, so sturdy behind you as he repeatedly thrusts himself into you. And with every thrust forward, he’s also guiding you back, diving in as deep as he can. 

“You’re so good, angel, so good for me. Letting daddy play with you like this…” 

“Daddy, oh my god… it feels so good…” It really shocks you how fantastic this can feel, your husband stretching and filling whatever hole he wants.

“I’ll always make it good for you, honey. Always, always.”

He’s panting behind you, bottoming out in your ass every time he fills it. And ever so slightly, you feel his forearms begin to shake, hear his grunts begin to grow heavy and ragged. 

“Are you gonna cum, daddy?” You sound so innocent, so sweet. 

He chuckles, shaking his head quickly. “You know me.” 

Using your grip on the blankets as leverage, you move to bounce back against him once again. Audibly, he becomes flustered, dropping his head. It hangs over his chest, eyes pinching shut as he reaches up to grab the back of your neck.

“H-Honey,”

“I know, daddy.” Comes your sweet coo, hips grinding back into him. “Cum for me.” 

He doesn’t know how the tables turned so easily, but all at once, he’s crumbling for you. His body weight pushes you down until your stomach and chest are pressed against the bed. His pelvis rolls into you, his body jerking from the tiny pulsations in his cock. 

It blooms warmly inside you, the feeling of him. His spend is thick, coating your insides as he breathes heavily against your skin. Jack’s mouth finds your upper back, shoulder, and neck, covering you in passionate kisses. He’s thanking you, you know it. 

By the time he’s cleaned you up, it’s the early afternoon. You could go back to the beach, but neither of you really want to. After having you like this, it’s reminded Jack of his internal possession over you. He’s not sure if he wants anyone else to see you naked ever again. 

“You okay, baby?” You’re laying on your stomach again, covered in one of Jack’s clean shirts and a pair of your panties. 

“Mhm,” Closing your eyes, you sigh contentedly. 

Jack chuckles, walking over to you now that he’s all clean. Bending over the bed, he kisses your shoulder again, murmuring, “That good, huh?” 

“Oh my god,” You groan, moaning quietly when you feel his teeth. “Yes, daddy.”

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Daddycember 2022

Daddycember ‘22 is finally here!! I’m so freaking excited it’s this time of year again, because y’all know I love Daddy Whiskey 🥰

Below is the outline for this month’s Daddycember posts! Some will be shorter, some will be longer, but I’m excited for every single one 😍😍😍

(Account update at the end)

(*) = smut

12/5

Life Is Better (*)

Out With the Old (*)

12/12

The Rest of My Days (*)

What They See (*)

12/19

Good for You (*)

How We Used to Be

BONUS: Daddy Whiskey Nsfw Alphabet

12/26

Something Extra Special

You and Me

BONUS: Vacation Pictures

12/30

Epilogue: A Blessing (*)

Hi my lovelies! I want to let you all know that since I am doing this mini series throughout the month of December, I will likely not post anything other than this until the New Year. However, I will be posting the last chapter to Birds of a Feather shortly (:

In the New Year, the following series will be returning:

Blurred Lines (pt. 2)

My Best Friend's Dad

Red String

Eventually, Insatiable will return too, but that's tbd.

#Daddycember #Daddycember 2022 #Daddycember 22 #Daddy Whiskey #Agent Daddy Whiskey #Agent Whiskey #Agent Whiskey x you #Agent Whiskey x reader #Agent Whiskey x female reader #Agent Whiskey smut

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What They See

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink (alwaysssss), spit kink, spanking, oral sex (m receiving), semi-public activities, public nudity (it’s legal I promise), mentions of tanning, established relationship/marriage

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A/N: 80% porn, 20% plot. Also, there’s a mention of this year’s Sintober post “Pride and Joy”. So if you haven’t read it, go check it out (; 

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Packing for this day trip is making you nervous beyond belief. Anxiety fizzling in your veins, your palms already starting to sweat, and you haven’t even left the hotel room yet. You agreed to this, and quite willingly, but that was yesterday. Today is a brand new day, and now, you have to face the consequences of your decision. It’s something you’ve never experienced, and shockingly, this is new to Jack, too. But if there’s one person in the world you feel safe enough to do this with, it’s him. 

“You nervous, honey?” He asks with a teasing grin, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. 

Sighing, you nod, turning to offer him a shy grin. The beach is about a fifteen minute drive from the hotel, and you’re not sure if you wish the ride was shorter or longer.

“Do you not want to do it?” He’s worried about you, genuinely. Jack only wants you to have a good time, that’s the only thing that’s important to him.

“No, I… I do.”

“You sure, sugar peach? ‘Cause we can turn around right now.”

“No.” Shaking your head, you give him a more confident grin. “I think this’ll be fun.” And then you shrug. “Kinda freeing.” 

And that prompts the return of that gorgeous grin. “Okay, honey.” Lifting your hand, he kisses the back of it again. “I’m glad.” 

It was his idea, and you know his reasoning behind it is true. Jack has no interest in looking at other women sexually, not when he has you. Genuinely, he thought you’d enjoy it. He knows how comfortable you are with your body, and how secure you are in your relationship. And he really likes your wording. Freeing. 

The first thing you do when you step out of the cab is make your way to the cabana he rented on the beach. You’d brought a tote with you, and he a cooler, both filled with snacks and drinks. You planned on spending the day here, enjoying the weather and each other’s company. 

Inside the little hut are two lounge chairs, a table between them, and a floor-to-ceiling shelf holding multiple towels. Cushions and pillows line the chairs, the material soft and plush and extremely comfortable. The colors are gorgeous, too, multiple shades of rich blues, reflecting the ocean and peaceful air surrounding you. Another comforting trait are the curtains at the front of the space, currently pulled to the side. But if you so wish, you can choose to untie and close them, granting you your privacy again. These cabanas are rather private in general, being off to the side instead of in the center of the beach. 

“I’m so proud of you, honey.” Comes your husband’s deep and reassuring voice. 

While setting down your tote, you smile, your back facing him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” He nods, coming up to hold you in his arms. “Goin’ out of your comfort zone with me.” 

From behind, his arms snake around your waist, holding you close and tight. It makes you grin, your hands grabbing his forearms while you nuzzle into him. 

“When do you wanna go out?” You ask, whispering. And you’re not sure why you’re being so quiet right now. Jack reads it as you showing your nerves to him; he sees right through you. 

Leaning in, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “How about now, babycakes?” 

“Do I have to take my bikini off now?” You ask when he releases you. Sliding off your cover-up, you’re left in nothing but your two-piece before him. 

He shrugs, taking off his shirt and setting it on one of the chairs. “You go at your own pace, baby.” 

Jack will wait until you’re ready to undress for him to do the same, he doesn’t want to pressure you. But honestly, watching Jack take off his shirt excites you. You know that sexual activity isn’t generally acceptable on a nude beach… but that’s what you have the cabana for. 

Walking out of the cabana brings your anxieties to life. Even though you’re both still dressed, you’re nervous as all hell. Jack brought two towels, one for each of you to lay on over the sand, and while he’s setting them up, he can see you fidgeting. 

“C’mon now, honey.” He stands, moving to place his hands on your hips. His thumbs rub you, his handsome face looking down at you. “It’s okay, daddy’s here.” 

Those words alone make you relax, staring up at him lovingly. He can see your shoulders lower to their natural state, contentment washing over you as he lifts his hands to rub them, too. 

“That’s it, sugar.” Leaning down, he gives the tip of your nose a little kiss. “Let’s have a good time, today.” 

The beach isn’t packed, but there’s definitely a crowd. Honestly though, you don’t really care about the other people here. It doesn’t interest you, looking at them. Not when Jack’s naked body is about to be right beside you.

“You care if I get undressed, angel?”

Releasing your worries with a soft breath, you shake your head. “No, daddy.” 

The praise you gave him the other day truly returned him to his natural state. He’s not even hard and yet, he’s more than comfortable removing his swim trunks. In all honesty, Jack is a grower, not a shower, so there isn’t much to see in that department right now. But his overall body? Good lord, seeing him like this is making you weak in the knees. 

Grunting slightly he lays down, getting cozy. Following his lead, you sit on your own towel beside him, the Italian heat warming your skin. You’d picked a warmer day to go out, and while it’s not blazing, it’s still enough to make you tan. 

Turning on his side, he faces you, grinning widely. Reaching out, he smoothes a hand over your side, then your stomach and hip. 

“Such a beautiful thing.” He mutters, eyes running over your body. “Go on,” Your husband nods expectantly. “Take your top off, baby.” And then, he looks up, staring into your eyes. “Let others see what daddy owns.” 

His words make you shiver, your eyes trained on nothing but him. And his, on you. Sliding your hands back, you take a breath, undoing the straps. 

“Yeah…” Dark orbs stare at your chest, waiting for the fabric to drop from it. And when it does, he groans. “That’s such a good girl, baby…” 

You’ve never done this before, been topless in public, and you feel so incredibly exposed. Your blood runs ice cold with nerves, your breaths picking up just a bit. And even though he knows he’s not supposed to, not out here, he reaches over, cupping your right breast and giving it a squeeze.

“Baby,” You giggle, glancing around nervously.

“I know,” He grins, pulling his hand away. But then he sighs, shaking his head. “Honey, come give your daddy a kiss.”

Fuck, you loved when he talked like this. You can’t deny his small request, immediately leaning over to press your curling lips to his. Jack wants nothing more than to grope you, cup and fondle your naked tits. It drives him wild, seeing you like this. And while the two of you didn’t go into this with sexual thoughts, they’re growing naturally and rapidly. 

Already, you can see people looking at you, eyes glancing your way. It makes you blush, shying away from their gaze. But your husband reaches out, grabbing your chin and lifting your face proudly. 

“What they see,” He whispers, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “Is what I have.” 

Nodding, you grin shyly. “Yes, daddy.”

Jack is a people-watcher, but refrains from doing so today. He doesn’t want you to think he’s gawking at the other women here. You’re the only thing on his mind. 

Laying down feels nice, especially when you finally decide to remove your bottoms. You turn onto your front, letting your back feel the heat of the sun. Crossing your arms, you rest your head in the cradle they make, breathing out contentedly beside your husband.

“You’re heavenly.” Sliding a hand over your back, he sighs. 

It makes you laugh, his overt praise and adoration. He’s laying down, but his head is turned to the side, looking at you. You’re so distracting to him, always, but especially like this. 

“You’re really liking this, huh?”

“Fuck yeah.” It’s immediate, his response, that southern drawl deep and raspy, just like it always is when he’s horny.

“Well, maybe you can experience heaven later.” You tease, smiling. 

“Why wait?”

“Babe, we can’t do anything on the beach. You know that.”

Now, he rolls over bringing his face close to you. “Why do you think I rented the cabana?” 

“You wanna go in there already?” You ask him, now opening your eyes. “We’ve only been out here for like thirty minutes.” 

“I need you, honey.” He finally admits, sighing heavily. “Besides…” Taking a look over his shoulder, he mutters, “I can’t hide myself too well out here.” 

Smirking, your eyes dip down, finally realizing his half-hard erection. 

“You want me to take care of that?” Lifting a flirtatious eyebrow, you drag your gaze back up his body to look into those dark brown eyes. Or rather, puppy dog eyes, at this point. 

“Yes, baby.” He almost whines, and just like that, he’s grown submissive for you. Honestly, it’s so easy to get him to beg for you. 

Giggling, you begin to hoist yourself up from your face-down position. “Think you can make it back to the cabana?” 

With a wild grin on his face, he jumps to his feet, grabbing your hand and lifting you onto yours. He keeps himself turned away from the general crowd, not wanting his entire erection to be seen. You take it upon yourself to gather your clothes and towels, chuckling when he starts to pull you away. 

Walking down a beach fully nude is… different, for you. The word you used earlier was accurate, it’s freeing. You’re no longer worried about other people looking at you, it honestly doesn’t feel any different than when you’re at a regular beach. And this transition of feelings is comforting. It’s so easy for Jack to nurture these traits within you, your excitement for adventure and your carefree nature. The overzealous passion your husband has for life truly inspires you. He brings out the best in you. 

Your stride is graceful, hips swaying as you step ahead of him. Subconsciously, he licks his lower lip, biting down on it. His favorite parts of you are on full display, and he couldn’t be more excited about it. Usually, he likes to keep you hidden, but letting other people see you like this is stirring something inside him. It’s like what happened at the Halloween party with Frankie… showing you off is something that excites him.

The second you set your clothes and blankets down, Jack is on you, having already shut the curtain. Large hands spinning you around, they then cup your face, bringing you into him. It’s already heated, his fervent and passionate kisses. The way his hands slide around to the back of your head so easily makes you wet, your body melting into him.

Humming happily, you slide your hands along his body, taking him in. You’re the first one to break the kiss, moving to his jawline and neck. His gorgeous neck, your teeth already nipping at the tawny skin. Slithering your hand down, you grab him, doing so gently. It makes him gasp, hands pawing at your naked body.  

“You wanna lay down for me?” Something inside you wants to take the wheel, but you know it’ll be back in his hands eventually. 

“Oh, yeah…” He groans, backing up until he’s landing on the lounge free of your clothing and towels. 

And as soon as he’s on the cushions, you’re crawling over him, your naked body sliding along his. You can see it in his eyes, he’s entranced by you. 

“You’re fucking gorgeous, honey.” His palms slide along your waist, skilled fingers grabbing you. And they trail lower, too, taking hold of your backside and squeezing you. “So fucking sexy…” 

Reaching up with a desperate hand, Jack grabs your neck, pulling you down to him. Your lips meet his in a firm press, full of tongue and wandering spit and it makes you moan into him, the vibrations of it dancing over his hand. And the way you settle over him brings him pure happiness, feeling your soft tits press into his firm chest. He’s moving against you, meeting each of your kisses and then demanding more. And by now, he’s risen fully beneath you, pressing against your naked core. 

“Daddy?” You ask, calling for his attention. 

On command, his eyes dart up to you, feeling your fingers brushing along his smooth cheek. “Can I…”

“Can you what, baby?” His brows furrow, wondering what you’re thinking, wanting to please you. 

Even after spending so many years with him, you still get shy talking dirty with him. And he finds that incredibly cute.

Whispering, you request, “Can I spit in your mouth?” 

“Oh,” His eyes roll back, his head dropping onto the cushions below. “Baby, you know daddy loves it when you spit in his mouth.” 

A giddy grin crosses your expressions, both of your hands rising to hold his handsome face below you. He closes his eyes, sighing dramatically as he parts his lips. And within seconds, your trail of spit drips directly onto his tongue, sliding along his taste buds. The absolutely feral groan that comes from his throat surprises you, forcing out a sigh as you sit above him. It sends an intense shiver through his entire body, through his goddamn soul. He loves playing with your spit, loves when you play with his. It’s so lewd to him, such a filthy little habit. And it excites him beyond reason.

Your small yelp makes him grin, feeling the sting of his palm on your flesh. He does it again, spanking your ass and gripping it firmly in his strong hand.

“You’re such a dirty little girl for me.” He growls, lifting his head to nuzzle into your neck.

“Daddy!” It’s a small squeal, one said alongside your giddy grin.

“You gonna take care of me?” He then asks, dragging his lips across your neck to place wet and sloppy kisses on your skin. “I need you to take care of me…” You know what he’s talking about, how could you not? The very object he’s referencing is sitting stiff beneath you, pulsing between your legs. 

“‘Course I will, baby.” You can’t stop smiling; this day is turning out to be much more fun than you’d originally anticipated. 

The slow drag of your nails down his chest makes his muscles twitch, makes him lay even further back on your makeshift bed. Spreading his legs until his feet are on the ground, he allows you to slide further down, settling between them. 

You don’t even grab him, don’t toy with him at all. Immediately, your tongue lays out, running up the underside of his shaft. Hips bucking up slightly, he moans for you, soft and wanton. Sliding your tongue up, your lips envelope his tip, feeling his thighs shiver beneath your hands. The sweet taste of his precum drenches your tongue, prompting you to gently suck. 

The thickness of him will never be easy to take, but you’ll never not enjoy the challenge of it. While being conscious of your teeth, you take him in, moving your tongue as you do it. He enjoys the gentle stimulation, his hands rising to find the back of your head. Tenderly, he pushes you down, all the way to his base. The tip of your nose nestles into the hair scattering his pelvis, his musk evident as you begin to enjoy him. 

“You like that?” He asks, chuckling breathlessly when he feels your low moan. 

All you do is squeeze his thighs; it’s a loving touch, though - you’re not asking him to let you up. Collecting your hair in his hands, he uses this as leverage to move you, sliding your mouth over his dick a handful of times. He enjoys watching you take him, lifting his head and putting a pillow behind him so he can see you better. 

“Turn your head?” He says, “Turn your head to the side for me, angel.” He does it for you, moving his tip to rub against the fleshy skin of your inner cheek. “There you go, that’s it, babycakes.” Watching himself poke out against the side of your face, he chuckles. “Good girl.”

Fisting your hair with one hand, he grips his base with the other, thrusting his hips up against your mouth. His positioning against your cheek is uncomfortable, making your saliva pool in your mouth until it drips down onto his skin.

“Look at that,” He can feel the cool trickle of it on his pelvis. “Daddy’s sloppy little mess… my good, drooly girl.” 

He’s throbbing against your tongue already, his tip pulsing with need. He really loved seeing you naked on that beach. Becoming impatient with his own teasing, he releases you, but only briefly. Once he’s no longer shoving his tip against your cheek, he’s sliding it into your throat again. 

“Just like that.” He’s thrusting up against you while simultaneously moving you down, listening to your muffled mouth sounds. 

Your whimpers only serve to provoke him, low groans continuing to emanate from his chest. But you do your best to keep yourself quiet. The hut you’re in is multiple yards away from the main group of people, but it wouldn't be the first time you’d gotten complaints from neighbors. Jack, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to care. 

“I know you can take more of my cock in your mouth, that pretty fuckin’ mouth.” Gritting his teeth, he’s staring down at you with a wild sense of passion, breathing heavily through his mouth. “Jesus honey, your throat is so tight - fuck, your mouth always feels so fucking good.”

The force of your husband’s thrusts, the strength he holds in his arms and hands, makes tears well in your eyes, the harsh shove of him down your throat making you gag. Taking a deep breath, you shove aside that reflex, hollowing your cheeks to suck around him. 

“I love it when you gag, sweetheart.” He’s panting, watching in awe as you swallow him. “Daddy loves it when it’s deep.” 

Jack’s words only encourage you, his hands continuing to hold and brush your hair while you go down on him. Licking the underside of his cock, he groans again, jaw dropping open. 

“Further,” He demands breathlessly, and you do as he says. Leaning down, you take him, all the way to the back of your throat again. In turn, you move your body, bending over while shoving your hips into the air. 

“I need that.” He says without even thinking, staring at the curves of your ass. “Need it…” Mumbling and muttering, he stares at you, feeling those powerful waves vibrate through his body. 

You begin moving at your own pace, repeatedly fucking your throat open on him. The spit dripping from your mouth slides down his length, his girth repeatedly stretching your mouth wider for him.

“Oh baby, pretty baby, slow down.” Jack’s gasps have grown loud, his breathing becoming labored from your movements. His hips are stuttering, his legs are shaking, his precum endlessly oozing into your mouth from his tip. “You’re gonna make daddy cum.” 

With a harsh push, you lift yourself from him, needing to take in more than a few small breaths of air. You’re gasping, wiping your wet mouth with the back of your hand. The full length of him rests on his stomach, but not before he takes himself in hand. Pumping his girth two, three times, he grins. 

“You okay, darlin’?”

“You’re so cocky.” You grin, shaking your head. 

He tilts his own, responding with, “Don’t you love it?” 

Surging forward, you kiss him, melting over his body once again. With you so close, he grabs hold of you, spanking the sweet flesh of your thighs as they rest on him. 

“You’re naughty.” Jack mumbles against your lips, one hand returning to the back of your head. “Showing everyone your beautiful body, your pretty titties…”

“You liked that, daddy?”

“Oh honey, I fucking loved it.” The word is accentuated with his harsh grab on your ass, pulling you even closer to him. “And you know they saw your perfect ass…” 

Warm palms rub over your backside, his hot moan fanning over your cheek when you move to kiss his jaw. Smiling against him, you offer a flirtatious hum, sliding your pointer finger along his lower lip.

“Baby, daddy needs your body.”

“I’m right here, daddy.”

“No,” Swallowing thickly, he shakes his head, moving to sit up a bit. “I need you, honey. We can come back later if you want, but I fucking need you.”

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Would you ever do a one shot of Whiskey and Reader on a date? Like when they first met and he takes her out for the first time???

AHH ABSOLUTELY

You and Me

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, flirting, kissing, daddy kink, mentions of pregnancy, established relationship/marriage, brief mention of an age gap

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A/N: There are mentions of last year’s Daddycember post “The Night We Met” in here, so if you haven’t read that, go check it out (; also… there may or may not be a BIG surprise at the end

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“I don’t think it suits me.”

“Really?” You’re flabbergasted, genuinely shocked and bewildered. “How’s that?”

He shrugs, grinning. “That’s what you call me.” 

Rolling your eyes, you quickly glance down at the warm feeling on your leg. His dominant hand, strong and warm, caresses your knee. 

“What? It’s true.” He insists, “You gave me that name, no one’s ever called me that before.”

When you look up into his eyes, he can see the emotion swirling within them, and smiles. “And besides, I think I like papa.” 

“Papa?”

“Yeah,” He shrugs again “That’s what I called my dad.” 

The meaning behind it makes you feel warm, very happy with a small sense of… longing. Maybe it’s time for the two of you. 

“I actually really like that.” 

Thinking about having Jack’s babies makes you absolutely swoon, but thinking about them running around calling him papa is giving you a new emotion enteriely. You can already see it, their little hands reaching out for him, being swooped up in those strong arms and comforted by his loving smile. He’d be such an amazing dad, he will be an amazing dad. 

It’s all just talk, at least for now. You’re entertaining yourselves on the semi-long drive to the restaurant the two of you picked out. It’s rather expensive with the interior atmosphere being intimate but not extravagant. It was the perfect setting for tonight, for this special event. 

Usually, the two of you would have gone out to a party on New Year’s, but not tonight. Tonight is the one-year anniversary of your engagement, and Jack wanted to do something special for it. He’s genuinely the most thoughtful man you’ve ever met, and you’re reminded of that every time you look at your ring. Last year, he proposed beneath the glimmering shower of fireworks, out on a deck in front of only you. His words were heartfelt, genuine, and your heart swelled from them. Jack shed a few tears when he saw you cry, holding you tightly in his arms after you accepted his ring. It was the happiest moment of his life, of both your lives. 

You remember the first time you came to this restaurant. This particular establishment was chosen for tonight because it was the very place you and Jack had your first date. Nearly four years ago, you were sitting where you are now, Jack driving while you listened to the soft music playing through the radio. 

“You like this song, darlin’?” 

“Hm?”

“I can hear you hummin’.” That handsome smile was creeping up on his face, his eyes still on the road. “It’s cute.” 

His comments made you shy, your face running hot with a bashful smile on top. Ducking your head down, you fiddled briefly with your fingers, taking in a small breath. 

“Is, uh…” He began, speaking nervously. “Is it okay that I call you that? Darlin’?” 

Looking up, you watch his gaze flicker toward you. He shrugs, one hand on the wheel. “I know I use a lot of pet names with you, I just… it’s the southern gentleman in me.” He laughs briefly, nervously. 

Jack’s own anxieties were prevalent, causing you to smirk. He always seemed like such a confident man, it was interesting to see that falter because of you. Nodding, you speak softly to him. 

“I like it.” A small, calming breath is released from his chest when you say it. “I think it’s cute.” 

This time, he fully looks over at you, smiling. And you just swooned. He’s so handsome, so mature and put-together that from the very first night, he intimidated you. Jack seemed like the type of man that knew what he wanted in life, and how to get it. He knew where he was going and what it was going to take to get there, and worked hard to make it happen. Ambition has always been a strong trait within his personality. 

He picked you up on time, trying not to eye your form as you walked toward his car. You chose to wear a honey-colored sweater, one that wrapped around your waist and had a lower neckline. A dainty necklace laid on your chest, with stud earrings and a single bracelet on your wrist. Black jeans covered your lower half, and on your feet were high-heeled boots, the same color as your sweater. Over one shoulder hung your black purse, your hair down with a pair of sunglasses pushing some of it back on top of your head. The angels sang for you, you were graceful and absolutely gorgeous. 

There had never before been a time where Jack was this nervous to go on a date. He felt as though you were fine sand in the palm of his hand - dainty and shiny and one wrong move, you’d slip through his fingers. But he didn’t know how enthralled you already were with him. 

“Thank you.” Stepping out of his Bronco, Jack held open your door, a soft shade of rose on his cheeks. Again, your bashful smile dropping to the floor, you listened to Jack shut the door before coming up to walk beside you. 

“Have you been here before, honey?”

Looking up, you admire the restaurant. It’s beautiful, even on the outside. There’s foliage decorating its front with beautiful lights and wood paneling surrounding the doors. 

“No, never.” Shaking your head, you gather the courage to look over at him, smiling. 

“Well, I’m glad I can take you here first.” He grins, wanting so badly to reach out for your hand. 

The fact that he not only opened the door for you but also pulled out your chair made your insides burn with anxiety and attraction. And when he walked ahead to pull out your chair, you finally got a good look at him. He chose to wear a pair of brown jeans, and light brown boots. Over his white t-shirt was a jean jacket, his hair styled and jaw cleanly shaven, too. Jack didn’t really wear any accessories, aside from his watch, and this was also the first time you’d seen him without his cowboy hat. He looked just as handsome. 

“Thank you.” It’s becoming a common phrase around him. 

“‘Course, sweetheart.” His heart is beating out of his chest, sliding the chair in as you sit before rounding the table to his own seat. 

That nickname makes you hold your breath, chest squeezing tightly. He’s so goddamn sweet. But just as you’re beginning to calm your nerves down from hearing his charming words, more are already leaving his lips. 

“You look really nice tonight, honey.” 

“Really?” Glancing up, Jack witnesses the giddy smile on your lips. 

He nods, reaching for the menu in front of him, but he doesn’t break eye contact. “Absolutely.” 

A small, happy hum purrs in your throat, the feeling of wanting to return his compliment forming inside your chest. 

“I haven’t seen you without your cowboy hat before.” At this, he looks up from his menu. “You look really nice - really handsome.” He huffs out a small laugh at your quick correction. But then you’re continuing, blabbering nervously. “I mean, you look really handsome with it, too!” 

Laughing quietly, he says, “Thank you, sweet pea.” 

While glancing at your menus, his fingers fidget nervously. What else can I say? What can I talk about? He wants so badly to impress you, to make a good impression. 

“How was your day?” 

“It was really good, actually. Calming, I needed a good self care day.” 

“What do you do for that?” He’s genuinely curious; he doesn’t even know what he’d do for a self care day.

“Hm?”

“A, the uh…” Reaching over, he takes a sip of his water, clearing his throat. This is a foreign concept to him, and he’s nervous. “Self… care?” 

“Oh,” Smiling, you giggle quietly. “I usually like to exfoliate my face and body, shower and shave and then put on a face mask. I’ll wax, maybe put a conditioning treatment in my hair.” 

“Wax?”

“Yeah.” Covering your mouth, you mumble your laugh at his overt shock.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” 

“Eh, sometimes. It hurts less than plucking my eyebrows.”

“Jesus,” He mumbles, shaking his head. “That all sounds like it hurts.” 

“Don’t you do anything to your eyebrows?” 

He frowns, thinking. Reaching up, he brings his pointer finger to the smooth space between his brows, rubbing it. “Sometimes I shave here.” 

Again, you’re laughing. He just looks so cute. You can imagine him at home, looking in the mirror while he does a couple runs of his razor between his eyebrows. 

“Well, maybe I could give your eyebrows a little love sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Shrugging, you pick up your menu, too. “Maybe we can have a self care day together.”

Jack didn’t expect you to offer that, not at all. You’re just beginning your first date and already, you’re planning more. It makes him breathe a small sigh of relief; he must be doing something right. 

There were so many things immediately that attracted you to Jack. First of all, he was handsome as hell, the kind of handsome that stands out in a crowd. The kind of handsome that makes you want to show pictures to your friends to brag. Secondly, his personality. It’s so big and confident, he fills up every inch of the room. He’s friendly, easy to talk to and quite polite. Not only that but he’s interesting. You couldn't believe how many places he’s been to.

“Italy?” 

“Yep,” He nods, taking a bite of his pasta. “Loved it there.”

“Oh my gosh, that sounds so amazing. I’d love to go there.”

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll take you someday.” He jokes, although in his head, he can already picture it. 

“I’d love that.” You grin, digging into your own plate. 

As the night goes on, your courage begins to grow a little more, your anxieties relaxing. It’s so easy to be comfortable with him, to find intriguing conversation. 

When it comes time for him to place his drink order, he looks to you, asking, "You mind if I drink, sugar?"

"Hm?" Furrowing your brows, you find yourself confused.

"Bein' that I'm driving you home and all." He explains, asking again, "Would it be okay with you if I had one drink?"

"Oh, of course!" You're genuinely shocked by his thoughtful consideration.

Flashing you that handsome smile, he then turns, ordering a bottle of wine for the two of you. Only after he'd asked for your preference, though. And then you each order your food, both your meals and drinks coming rather quickly.

“So…” Twirling your fork in your pasta, you begin quietly. “You know how you call me sugar and sweetheart, and all that?”

On the side of his neck, his pulse pounds. Fuck, did he take it too far with you? Should he not call you so many pet names? He can’t help it, you’re just such a sweet woman to him. You’re so pretty and kind and pure that it just makes him want to take care of you. 

“Yeah?” He says, grabbing his glass of wine and taking a sip to mask his nervousness.

“Well, I was thinking… could I call you things? Like that?”

Oh, Lord, he’s so relieved. Relieved and intrigued and flattered and flustered and everything under the sun because you want to call him something sweet? 

“Really?” Comes that beautiful, blossoming grin. He sets his drink down, ready to engage in conversation again. “Like what?”

Shrugging, you smile to yourself while thinking. “I don’t know, maybe just start out with… baby?” 

“I’d love it if you called me baby.” And then, he sighs, eyes admiring you. “You’re so sweet.”

Inside, your first thought is not as sweet as you. But you want to forgo the cheesy line, instead settling with, “You are, too.”

In your personal opinion, how someone treats their waiter says a lot about them as a person. Whether they’re rude or have the common sense of general kindness, whether or not they tip appropriately, whether or not they clean up after themselves. And that night, Jack ticked off all the right boxes. 

He tipped fifty-percent on the bill, which shocked you. And you know he didn’t do it for show because you took a sneak peek at the receipt when the waiter came to grab it. He was also exceptionally kind to the staff, very pleasant and polite. And to top it all off, he cleaned up after himself. He stacked his plates and wiped off his area, making sure things were easy for staff to grab when clearing the table for the next guests. 

“Thank you so much,” Now, he’s holding your hand, the two of you walking to the parking lot. 

“It’s my pleasure.” Lifting your lips, he presses his growing grin to the back of your hand, making your insides stir all over again. You want so badly to kiss him, to feel his lips on yours again, just like the night you first met. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pay for my half?” You’re sitting snug in the passenger seat once again, the door opened and now closed by him. 

“Absolutely not.” He frowns, shaking his head. The top to the bronco is down, allowing you to view him as he walks to his side. “This was me takin’ you out.” Sitting in the driver’s seat, he grunts, getting himself situated. And as he places the keys in the ignition, turning it slightly, he looks over with a kind grin. “And that means me payin’ for it.” 

His driving makes you calm - he’s a good driver. Isn’t too fast or obnoxious, doesn’t drive aggressively. It really puts you at ease. The radio sings a soft tune, but its volume is low, the two of you sitting in a brief and pleasant lull. 

“I’m really happy you asked me out.” At first, you’re looking away, but if you’re going to say something like that you need to at least have the courage to look at him. So you do.

“I’m really happy you said yes.”

“Did you really mean it?” He turns his head, looking at you questioningly. 

“The night we met. You said that I’m…”

“The prettiest thing I have ever seen.”

Heat tingles in your cheeks as you nod. “Yeah.” 

“Of course I meant it.” Glancing your way again, he adds, “And I still do. You’re pretty as a peach, baby.” Baby, it’s the first time he’s ever called you that. 

“You’re so sweet.” Rolling your eyes, you smile widely, brightly. 

To have this man, this older, incredibly attractive and enticing man, find you pretty, makes you flustered beyond belief. You feel so lucky to have his attention, and you hope you get to keep it for a while. You didn’t know then just how long you’d be held in his gaze. 

When he parks the car in the lot of your apartment, he takes a moment to breath before twisting his body to reach behind your seat. 

“I gotcha these.” He says, grunting as he plops back down. 

Your eyes widen, lips parting as you see the bundle in his hands. Red roses, a whole bouquet of them. 

“You… you didn’t have to do this.” Your voice is full of emotion, expressions offering him a fake pout. “This is so sweet.”

He’s smiling ear to ear, he’d hoped you’d like it. “I didn’t wanna give ‘em to you before we ate, because, well, you wouldn't have anywhere to put ‘em. But now you can take them up to your place.” 

Your eyes then return to him, having been set on the bright red flowers now in your hands. “Would you… you wanna come up? For a bit?” 

Inside, he’s thanking the lord. He was hoping you’d ask him that. 

When you’re both out of the car, Jack walks beside you, letting you lead the way. You’re holding the bouquet and it makes him happy to see that, it’s like you’re already starting to become his. Fumbling with your keys briefly, you unlock your front door, pushing it open and flicking the light on for the two of you to see. 

Jack’s eyes immediately wander, taking in your personal space. It’s clean and fairly neat, the pleasant smell of lavender filling the air. Your entryway opens up directly into your living room with your kitchen off to his left, the open concept allowing him to admire your decorations. There are a few plants, some wall art, and in all honesty, he finds it tasteful. 

“You can take your shoes off here.” Pointing down, he does as you say, watching you kick your own off while locking the door. “I’m gonna go find a vase.” 

Listening to the small patter of your feet prompts that familiar, gentle pull on the edges of his lips. After taking his shoes off, he follows you into the kitchen, standing on the other side of the island while he watches you search. 

“They really are beautiful, Jack.” Facing him, you put the vase on the counter, grabbing scissors so you can cut their stems. 

He sighs dreamily, sitting in one of the high-top chairs and folding his arms onto the counter. “So are you.” 

Glancing up, you witness his love-struck state, and laugh. “You look cute like that.”

“Get ready to see me like this a lot more.” His response is natural, and true. It makes you giggle nonetheless, shaking your head. But he can’t help it, he’s infatuated with you. 

“I know we drank at the restaurant, but would you want to stay for a glass? Or do you have somewhere to be?” It’s a gentle question, you don’t want to pressure him. 

“I don’t have anywhere to be but here.” Jack responds, smiling. “Thank you for inviting me up, sweet pea.” 

After arranging the flowers in their new home, you reach for the wine glasses and a bottle of white - one of your favorites. Jack follows you to the couch, sitting beside you, but leaving a little bit of space. He doesn’t want to seem too touchy. 

His glass is accompanied by your pretty smile and timid voice, here. He takes a sip, admiring the taste before swallowing it. And when he does, you watch, his Adam's apple bobbing just slightly. He’s such an attractive man, so many things about him are just so sexy. But these are just thoughts, at least for now. You’re not the type to do anything sexual on the first date. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, you just like to take your time.  

And Jack takes his time, letting you be the first one to speak. 

“I…” Releasing your anxieties in one sigh, you decide to come out and say it. “I really like you, Jack.”

He smiles kindly, leaning his arm on the back of the couch. “I really like you, too, honey.” 

It feels silly, saying these things. It’s like your highschoolers or something. But it’s true, you’re both smitten and there’s nothing either of you could do to deny it. Not that you’d ever want to. Between tonight and your first meeting, you’d talked quite often. Jack asked for your number tha night at the bar, and of course you gave it to him. You couldn't believe he even asked for it in the first place. But having the chance to see this man again? You couldn't turn it down.

Jack didn’t often do good morning texts, because he never knew when you woke up and he didn’t want to be the reason to wake you. But he texted throughout the day, and most times the two of you would stay up late into the night talking, so you always got a sweet goodnight. Sometimes your conversations were light and playful, other times they were deep and meaningful. But both of you knew that your connection grew tenfold when you were face-to-face with each other. 

Sighing, Jack leans forward, setting his glass down. “You’re easy to like.” He says, resting back on the couch. He grins, shrugging. “What’s not to like?”

“You’re real fuckin’ charming, you know that?”

He laughs at this, your wording. “I guess I am, considering I got a date with you.” 

“Maybe you’ll be lucky enough to get two.” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Mhm,” You nod, grinning flirtatiously at him. 

Jack holds that smile he has, scooching a little closer to you on the couch. “Well, I’d really like that.” 

When he slid toward you, his arm also moved, laying over the top edge of the couch. It makes you feel so much closer to him, like he’s caging you in. But only with one arm. He’s giving you an out, positioning himself in a way where you could move if you wanted to. But the only direction you move is toward him. 

“Me too.” Your voice is quiet, breath hitching when you see his eyes drop to your lips. But yours drop, too, admiring his. 

Jack reads your signals carefully, allowing himself to lean in. And you accept it, wholeheartedly and happily. The soft press of his lips makes you sigh, your eyes closing in contentment. Lifting his hand, he places it on your cheek, holding your gently. And your own rises with him, palm laying over his forearm, mouth moving against his.

Your insides are lighting up with excitement, especially when the two of you move in close. He’s pressed against you now, and you’re not shying away from it. You’re leaning into him, welcoming the repeated press of his gorgeously plush lips, tasting just a little bit of him. You can smell the wine on his breath, the cologne on his chest and neck. It makes you want him. 

“You might be the handsomest man I’ve ever met.” Your breaths are a little ragged, but light.

“Handsomest?” He grins, staying close to your face. “Is that a word?”

“I don’t know.” Comes your cute giggle, shaking your head. “But it’s what you are.”

“The handsomest?”

“The handsomest.” 

Pulling you into his lap now is your husband of one official year. He’s cuddling you, kissing on your face and neck and reveling in your little giggles. You chose not to drink tonight, but the two of you still had a fantastic time. Tonight was so much fun, you both enjoyed reliving your past memories in that restaurant. 

“Am I still the handsomest?” He teases, tickling your side. But when you squirm away he only pulls you closer, nuzzling his nose into your neck. 

Turning your head, you rub the tip of your nose across his. “Always.”

“Hmm,” It’s a happy hum, your husband entirely drunk on your love. “Happy anniversary, babycakes.”

Smiling brightly, you keep your head turned toward him, your foreheads touching. “Happy anniversary, baby.” Reaching up, your hand holds his face, fingers gently brushing across his skin. 

“From now on, sugar,” Looking up into your eyes, you can see the swirl of eternal warmth and love that has been given to you. “It’s just you and me.” 

Swallowing, you feel a bout of nerves bubble up inside you. And he notices, frowning a bit. “Well… maybe not just you and me.” 

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Something Extra Special

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of reader’s hair, daddy kink, slight touching (not really anything), brief alcohol consumption 

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A/N: I’m so sad Daddycember is coming to a close 😭♥️ I always love it 🥺🥰

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“Good mornin’, baby girl.” He’s smiling, speaking quietly and brushing your hair back to kiss your forehead. 

It’s like you’re waking up the day after your honeymoon all over again. The two of you on vacation, exploring the world and resting peacefully together. Nothing is ever better than when you’re together. 

“Good morning, daddy.” Comes your airy, morning voice, happiness laced in your tone. 

You’re in his arms, like you always are when you sleep. The curtains are still shut, gentle rays of light peeking out from the sides. But overall, the room is still dark. He’s been up though, Jack always wakes up early, he can’t help it. It’s a schedule that was set early in his life, since he joined the army in his early twenties. And you don’t mind, he likes to workout in the morning, get chores done around the house, and he usually lets you sleep while he does it. Today, he waited as long as he could, deciding to wake you after so many hours scrolling on his phone. 

“You ready to open your presents?” He asks with another gentle kiss to your forehead. 

Somehow, you’d forgotten that it was Christmas day. As cheesy as it sounds, every day was special with him. But upon your remembering, you smile, feeling giddy. Tilting your head up at him, you’re met with that handsome smile, nodding happily to him. 

You’d both spent an incredible amount of time and effort into the other’s presents this year, but honestly, you did that every year. You were thoughtful people, and that trait was tenfold in your relationship.

“Should we have breakfast first?” You ask, yawning while you stretch.

“Sure, babycakes.” Reaching over, he grabs the phone. “I’ll order room service.” It’ll likely be your last time ordering; you’re leaving for home later today. 

When Jack turns to face you, he grins widely, chuckling. Reaching over, he puts a hand on top of your head, mussing your already wild hair. “Your bedhead is really cute.”

It makes you smile shyly, cuddling up into him all over again. You listen to him as he orders, playing with the ring on his left finger while that baritone voice nearly lulls you back to sleep. Never in your life have you felt this calm in someone’s presence. 

“Wanna eat in bed?” Jack asks, admiring the way your thumb runs over his ring. 

“Nah,” Shaking your head, “I wanna see the presents. Let’s eat out in the living room.” 

As usual, your wish is granted. While you get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom, Jack takes it upon himself to set up the food. So far, everything has come quick and has been delicious during your stay. There’s really nothing better than good food after a long day, or a tasty breakfast to start it.

In your opinion, your relationship is the epitome of opposites attract. Jack is an absolute extrovert, he loves to go out and meet new people. But you, you’re more introverted, you recharge when you’re in your own space, tending to be a homebody. And as your relationship grew, you started to reflect a little bit of each other in your own personalities. Jack has brought out your more adventurous side, and you’ve definitely brought out his inner domesticity. For instance, instead of going out to some big fancy breakfast, Jack wanted to stay in on Christmas day. Not only that, but he liked the idea of opening gifts in your pjs, with just the two of you. The longer you’re together, the more he wants to experience things just with you. He likes the intimacy of it, and he never wants to share you. 

“You look so cute.” Already, he’s pulling you into his arms, your body plopping onto his lap while he sits on the couch. 

“You’re so lovey today.” You giggle, relaxing on him.

Pulling back, he frowns. “Am I not lovey always?”

Turning your head, you eye that handsome face. “No, you definitely are.” Lifting your hand to him, your palm resting over the side of his face, you then say, “And I really love it, baby.”

He grins, a small, happy hum emitting from him. “Remember when we used to say ‘I really like you’?”

The memory makes you chuckle, nodding. “Yeah.” 

Hugging you tighter in his arms, that wide smile presents itself again. “And now we get to say I love you.” 

It’s a routine thing, an everyday thing, that phrase. Before leaving for work in the morning, you’d say it. When one of you went to the store, you’d say it. Hell, if one of you went to shower you’d say it. Some might say it’s overkill, that saying the words so often makes them lose their meaning. But neither of you see it that way, not when the words came so naturally. 

“I knew it the moment I met you.”

“Did you really?” He asks, surprised by your admission.

Again, you nod, fingers stroking his face. “When I looked into your eyes, I knew it.” When you looked into those eyes, you saw everything you needed. 

“You’re gonna make me blush, babycakes.”

“You look so cute like that.” Leaning in, you give the tip of that curved nose a sweet kiss. “Now c’mon, let’s eat so we can open our gifts.” 

“Why don’t we do both?” Jack suggests, leaning over to hand you your plate.

Of course, you agree. Jack had your gifts set aside in a closet, bringing them out and into the living room when he brought in the food. And with them only feet away… they’re just staring at you. 

“You go first, honey.” He insists, grunting while crouching to sit on the floor beside you.

Both of you bring your plates, setting them on the coffee table just to your left. Before even taking a bite of your food, some delicious-looking raspberry crepes, you reach for a box. Sliding it close, you grin like a little kid, fingers already tearing in. 

“Baby,” You tut, opening the small box. “How are you so good at gifts?”

All he does is smile and shrug. “You like ‘em?”

“Of course I do!” Reaching in, you rub the tip of your finger over the gems on your new set of stud earrings. But they aren’t just any type of gem, they’re your birthstone. “They’re so pretty, baby.” 

“Open this one.” Your husband then insists, handing you another smaller gift. “You’ll like this one so much more.” 

It’s in your hands in a second, you don’t even hesitate. Another jewelry box is revealed when the wrapping paper is ripped away, and Jack was right. Somehow, you’re even more in love with this gift. 

“Look at the engraving.” 

It’s a silver bracelet, your wedding date engraved into it. 

“Honey…” You’re only two presents in and already, you’re tearing up, an emotional smile on your face. Lifting your right arm, you slide the thin cuff onto your wrist, admiring it. “I love this.” And then, you’re finding him, leaning over for a kiss. 

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, baby doll.” He’s smiling into it, the sweet press of your lips. And he still has his morning breath but you really can’t bring yourself to care. How did you end up with a man like him? 

“Well open some of yours before I finish mine,” You then tell him, folding your legs. “Today is about you, too.” It doesn’t take much convincing; Jack is just as excited as you. 

The first gift he picks out is in a bag, and once he realizes what it is, he’s releasing a grateful breath. “Baby, this is so great. I’ve needed this so bad.”

“Yeah,” You laugh, “Ever since you dropped your old one back in the fall when you were doing your tipsy dances.” 

“Hey, I wasn’t that drunk, okay?” Raising an eyebrow at you while holding the crystal decanter and glass set in his hand. 

“You were drunk enough to shatter it!” 

“Whatever.” He waves a hand at you, returning his gaze to the whiskey set. “Anyways.” Chuckling, he reaches for another one, the smallest of his presents. 

“You really like these on me, huh?” That famous smirk is back on his face, those warm eyes glancing over at you.

“You look so handsome and cozy in them.” They’re a set of three flannels, each of them a different color pattern. “Do you like them?”

“Honey, of course I do. They are pretty cozy.” He has about a million in his closet, but what’s wrong with a few more? 

“Baby, are these…” When he opens his next gift, he’s not prepared for what it is.

“Our vows.” Answering him softly, you then say, “I framed them. We can put the other’s on our nightstands.” You thought it was a sweet idea, to be reminded of the other’s loving promises every day. 

“Babycakes, this is… this is perfect.” When he looks up, you can see the emotion in his face, the genuine love in his eyes. 

Scooching closer to him, you hold his cheeks in your hands, thumb stroking his skin. “I love you, Jack.” 

And then those strong arms are around your waist, pulling you in. “I love you, sugar.” He’s close, pressing his forehead onto your own.” More than anything.” 

The rest of your gifts are opened while eating, your stomachs’ growling becoming too loud to ignore. Upon further discovery, you find yourself holding a pair of fuzzy house slippers, a thoughtful gift from your hubby. The floors in the penthouse are made entirely of wood, and you’d been complaining about your freezing toes lately. There’s also a pair of Nike shoes in with your gifts, ones that you’ve been wanting since the summertime. They’re a gorgeous lavender shade that caught your eye as soon as you saw them. And lastly, a dark purple Coach purse. You’d never mentioned this particular item to him before, but you love it entirely. Jack knew your favorite color and was also aware that you were in need of a new bag. He’s always been so attentive with you, knowing you so well that when the time for gifts comes around, he barely even has to ask. 

On the other end, Jack won’t stop talking about how grateful he is for not only his gifts, but for you. You’d bought him a new pair of dress shoes to wear to his meetings, his old pair having one too many scuffs for his liking. In his words, he was ‘starting to look like a fool’. You’re surprised he hadn’t already bought a new pair himself. You’d also given him a full luggage set, one with durable material and quite a few bags. The luggage he brings for his work travels are the exact same bags he had in his military days. They’re old and tattered and to say the least, they needed to be replaced. And finally, you got a charging station for him. Now, every night, he’ll have a place to set his iPhone, AirPods, and Apple watch, all of them easily accessible while charging up for him to use the next day. Jack isn’t very high-tech when it comes to this stuff, it confuses him and he’s slightly insecure about it. So when you make things easy for him, he really appreciates it. 

The commencement of your gift exchange takes both of you to the balcony. Jack with his coffee, you with the glass of orange juice you’d happily made into a mimosa. The pajamas you wore last night are light and cozy, a satin nightgown with a pale, yellow tint to it. Jack in his signature white short sleeve and light gray sweatpants. You’re not dressed warm and you don’t have to be; the temperature out on the balcony is more than pleasant, the only chilly thing being a small breeze. 

“Uh-uh,” Jack tuts, a grin lining his lips. 

Taking his own seat, he reaches for you, strong hands finding your hips. Pulling you into him is easy - you let him. With a small plop, you’re on his lap, resting against his chest. He maneuvers you sideways so you’re in a sitting bridal-style position. 

“Hey, baby.” He smiles, leaning in. A small peck to the tip of your nose prompts your own grin. 

“Hi, daddy.” 

Jesus, does he love that name. And he loves you that much more for giving it to him. 

Sighing, he stares into your eyes, those warm orbs filling you with love. “Life is perfect with you, babycakes.” Reaching forward, he lightly palms your hip and the sweet curve following it. 

He’s not wrong. When you found each other, something just… clicked. It’s like the universe found balance, like you’d never have to search for happiness ever again. 

Smiling, you release a small giggle, more like a hum. “Do you think we’ll ever get tired of saying ‘I love you’?” 

“No, baby. Never.” Shaking his head, he releases another breath, clearly smitten with you. “Not when it’s the truth.” 

It sounds cheesy, but it’s true. Expressing your love for the other comes as easy as breathing the air. 

Jack’s arm wraps around you, holding your back while you rest against him. The moment is filled with a quiet tenderness, both of you gazing at the setting surrounding you. Your senses are entertained, each of them, and not in an overwhelming way. The scenery is stunning, your eyes taking in the view. People on the street pass many floors beneath you, their conversions something you’ve yet to understand. Your taste buds tingle with the fizzle from your mimosa, the combination of orange juice and champagne. The scents filling your nose are… unique. The salt from the beach, the flowers being sold, the spices in the food, it’s all special to Italy. And the touch you feel is of him, his comforting embrace, something you’ll never take for granted. 

But the moment is cut short due to your time constraints. Jack allows the two of you to rest in this tender embrace for about thirty minutes, until both of you finish your drinks. 

When you’re both finished with your plates, Jack cleans up and stacks them on the room service tray. Each of you then make your way to the bathroom, showering and getting ready for your long day. Jack made sure to wake you up with enough time to open gifts, shower, pack, and leave. That meant rising before the sun at six in the morning. This time around, your flight is fifteen hours, and takeoff is at nine am. 

“Think you’ll be ready in time, honeybee?” 

Again, you’re both dressing cozy. Jack in a pair of sweats, you in your yogas, each of you with a hoodie. And while your outfits are simple, he’s always had a knack for getting ready before you, deciding to pack both of your bags during that time gap. 

“Yeah, I’ll be done soon.” Tying your hair into a low bun, you yawn. As exciting as this trip has been, you’re excited to get back home and sleep in your own bed.

“Hey,” Jack’s soft voice wakes you from your sleep, his palm caressing your forearm. “Babycakes.”

“Mm?”

“We’re home, sweet pea.”

Just like before, you’d been sleeping, only waking for the occasional snacks and other treats. And Jack didn’t mind letting you snooze, that’s what he brought the mask and neck pillow for. Truthfully though, he’s glad you were asleep on this flight. He’s never been so fidgety during a plane ride before. What you don’t know, is that he’s got another surprise. 

The trip home is significantly calmer than the trip you had when arriving in Italy. There aren’t as many people, so you don’t have to wait in long lines or listen to annoyingly loud conversations. When the plane lands, it’s quick and easy, having not been fully boarded in the first place. 

“Baby,” You whine quietly, trudging along beside him. “I’m so tired.”

“I know, sweetcheeks.” Jack coos to you, kissing your cheek. 

He’d made quick work of finding a cab, loading your bags and letting you snuggle into your seat. The drive from the airport to your home isn’t too long, though, thankfully. All you want is to get home. 

“You missed the penthouse, huh?” He teases, wrapping an arm around you.

“Well, yeah.” Pouting, you glance up at him with tired eyes. “It’s our home.”

“That it is, sweetheart.” Your husband sighs, leaning his head against your own. “That it is.”

Internally, he’s searching his mind, planning out the rest of the night. Right now, in Louisville, it’s six in the afternoon, he has ample time to give you your last gift. But he’s not sure if you’ll want to unpack and shower first, maybe even get in a nap.

“Is everything okay, baby?” It’s easy to notice how quiet he’s become, especially when the two of you get to the building. 

After paying the driver, Jack circles the cab to get your bags. Still in his head, he shrugs, brushing you off with a yeah, baby. But you’re not so convinced. On your way up, you find yourself retreating into your own head. Was I too grouchy? Did I say something mean? Could I have helped out more? 

“Hey babe, you sit down for a little bit.” You insist, watching him unlock your front door.

Inside, everything is normal. Your winter decorations are still hung up, your Christmas tree looking beautiful as ever. There’s just something about being home after going on a long trip that makes you extra thankful for it. 

“You sure?” Raising an eyebrow, he then says, “I’m okay to do it.”

But you know his back has got to be killing him, especially from carrying all of your baggage. 

“Yeah,” Smiling, you reach out, taking a few bags from him. “Go sit.” 

Jack keeps a smile on his face until you turn, striding down the hall to your shared room. But then, he’s whipping out his phone. 

“Who’re you talking to, baby?” Back out in the living room, you stop in the kitchen, grabbing some water. 

“Tequila,” He answers nonchalantly. But at this point, he figures he better tell you, because right now, he’s not sure when he should do it. “Actually honey, I’ve got one more gift for you.”

“You do?” Scurrying over to where he sits in the living room, you grin, absolutely giddy. “What is it?”

Jack grins upon seeing your reaction, licking his lower lip before he says, “Something extra special.”

“Tell me!”

“Well, do you want it now, or after we’ve unpacked everything?”

“Now! Duh!” Scooching up beside him on the couch, you smile happily. “Please?”

 “Okay, honey.” 

“Okay, he’ll be here in a minute.”

“What? Who?”

“Tequila, he’s bringing your gift.”

“Oh my gosh, what is it?!” The fact that he has another person involved makes you even more excited. How big is this gift?!

“You gotta close your eyes for me, okay?” And then, there’s a knocking on the door, your eyes shooting over to it. But Jack is stern with you. “Close ‘em!”

“Okay! Okay!” 

Keeping your place on the couch, you hum happily, having entirely forgotten about unpacking your things. T must’ve been pretty close for him to get here so quickly. The small click of the door hits your ears, Tequila’s mumbled voice and then Jack’s soft thanks. 

“You still got ‘em closed, honeybee?” His voice is lower, grunting slightly. Is he carrying the gift?

“Yes! I promise I do.” 

Something shuffles in front of you, but it’s not Jack. You can just tell that it’s not him. And as soon as he tells you to open your eyes, you do. But all you’re met with is a plain, brown package. 

“This is my present?” Looking up at Jack, you’re met with his entirely anxious grin. 

“Well, you gotta open it!”

Something feels… off. You can’t put your finger on it, but this doesn’t feel like just any gift. This is clearly something special. 

“C’mon, sweetheart. You’re gonna love it.” Kneeling down, Jack crouches by the box. Looking over at it, and then at you, he says, “I promise.”

With a deep breath, you lean forward, placing your hands on the top flaps. Honestly, you have no idea what the hell this is. You try to move it closer to you, but Jack reaches out to stop you. The small inch you did move it, though, tells you this is heavy.

“Uh-uh, just open it right here.” He tells you, glancing at the box almost protectively. 

“Baby,” You laugh, wanting to ask again what this is. But all you say is, “Okay.”

Kneeling down on the ground, you shuffle closer, holding your breath. With slow movements, you open the top flaps, light from the above lamps shining in. And what you see makes your eyes widen. 

“Baby…” And you’re not sure if you’re saying it to Jack… or to him. 

“Do you love him?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You’re smiling, small tears in your eyes. “Of course I do.”

Reaching in, you place your hands beneath his little armpits, lifting him from the box. He settles into your arms, releasing a soft whimper in the process. 

“Well,” Jack says, scooting closer to you. “What’re you gonna name him?”

“It’s a boy?”

“It is a boy.” He grins, wrapping an arm around you, his other hand petting the pup’s head.

“Theodore.” You state firmly, “That way we can call him Teddy.” And it fits. The Corgi puppy already looks like a teddy bear, anyway. “Baby, I can’t believe you got me a puppy.” Laughing, you shake your head. “Oh my god.”

“So, you like your present?” He asks, kissing your cheek gently.

“Honey, I love him so much. It’s our first baby!” 

This makes Jack smile, your wording.

“I already have a few things for him, a crate and a bed, a food and water bowl, too. But I figured we could go out tomorrow and get him some toys and stuff.”

“Oh my gosh, can we get him a little blanket?” Already, Teddy is snuggling into your arms, yawning. Leaning down, you nuzzle him, smiling. He even has that new puppy smell. 

“We can get him anything you want, angel.”

“Do you love him, too?” You ask, turning your head to face your husband. 

He frowns, disliking your doubt. “Of course, I do!” Leaning in, he scratches beneath Teddy’s chin, giving his head a small kiss. “It’s like you said, honey. He’s our first baby.”

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How We Used to Be

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of… insecurity, birth control, having kids, age gap, I think that's it.

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A/N: just you and daddy sight-seeing and reminiscing on the past 

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This is everything you’ve been waiting for, everything you didn’t get to do the first time you were here. Granted, your first trip wasn’t nearly as long as the one you’re currently on. You wished you could have done more then, but you’re more than thankful to do so now. 

It wasn’t a secret that Jack liked to spoil you. Earlier in your relationship, it was something you had to get used to. You’d never been treated the way Jack treats you. No one has ever been so attentive or caring or generous with you, and it’s made you eternally grateful for him. What did come as a surprise, though, was your husband’s ability to step up his game. Not only did he spoil you on every trip, but he managed to make each one better than the last. 

“So, how much do tickets cost again?” Calling out to him, you do your best to keep your lips still while applying the bright tint. 

“I already told you,” His deep, lucious voice responds, his feet thumping on the wood as he strides over to you. “Don’t worry about it.” Jack finishes, walking up beside your prettily-decorated frame. 

Grinning, he lowers his hand to give your backside a little tap. Leaning over, he murmurs against your cheek, “You look nice.”

Smirking, you look over at him. “Thank you, baby.” 

It’s really not much, what you’re wearing. But to Jack, every outfit you put on is practically brand new. You’re really what makes the pieces shine. Today, you chose a pair of black, ripped jeans, with a beige sweater tucked into the front of them. For shoes, you chose a pair of midnight-tined boots, and a brown shoulder purse to carry your essentials in. Your hair is down, just how Jack likes it, and you’re wearing a necklace. It’s the first gift he ever got you. 

The two of you are going to be traveling all day, so Jack decided on something semi-cozy, too. Matching your color scheme, he’s wearing that signature white tee beneath a black long sleeve. Dark wash jeans hang on his hips, with coffee-colored boots covering his feet. A similarly colored belt is looped into his pants, with that southern hat sitting on his head. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself, sweetheart.” You add on, turning back to the mirror, the application of your nude lip nearly complete. “Anything you want me to carry for you?” 

“Actually, yeah.” He says, hands tapping on his pants pockets. “My reading and sunglasses, if you could.” 

“‘Course, baby.”

Jack feels like his old age is really getting to him, having to wear reading glasses. When you were first together, he never wore them. But honestly, he had them when you first met, he just didn’t use them as often. Truth be told, you find his glasses incredibly cute. He’ll wear them when the two of you are laying in bed, glancing at his phone before he goes to sleep. There have been times that they sit on the bridge of his nose as he eats his breakfast, reading the paper like the old-fashioned man he is. From the start, Jack knew you liked his age, but he still never wanted to show it. But now, he knows he doesn’t have to hide anything from you. 

Slipping the two pairs into your purse, you press the button to shut it, fixing your hair as you look up at him. There’s a small smile on his lips, one he can’t seem to get rid of since the day he, before God and your family, made you his. 

“Ready, baby?”

He doesn’t say anything, just turns, offering you his arm. Jack is nothing if not the perfect gentleman. 

Your first stop is at the Colosseum. Jack bought tickets for the two of you to go on a tour, and it just so happens to be within walking distance! And striding down the streets of Italy has its own perks, too. The architecture is beautiful here, entirely different than that in the states. The simple act of listening to passersby speaking a language you don’t understand makes you feel like you’re on a different planet. But at the same time, you love it. This is all so fascinating to you. 

Meeting the group at the entrance, your tour guide greets the two of you with pamphlets. She welcomes you to the ancient monument, starting your small exploration shortly after you arrive. Jack has to tug on your arm to get you to follow along, chuckling when you stumble. Since stepping before it, you’re astounded by its size. It’s magnificent; you can’t stop staring at it. 

“Originally, this monument was built with the intention of holding up to eighty-thousand spectators, all visiting to witness play dramas and sporting events.”

Walking through the ancient amphitheater is chilling, especially when hearing about the monument’s history. But truly, you’re in awe. You’ve always loved history. And amidst your excitement and wonder, you notice Jack isn’t by your side. Looking back, you see him only a few steps away. He’s smiling, admiring you in your childlike state. 

Grinning happily, you reach out to him, extending the fingers on your hand. “Come on.” You whisper, nodding your head in the group’s direction. 

You remember your first time doing this, confidently reaching out for his hand. It took months for you to do it - you were constantly shy around him. You’d never dated anyone even close to his age before, and it intimidated you greatly. You didn’t want to seem like a little girl without experience, you wanted to be the attractive adult you knew you were. So, for the first little while, you didn’t show him your needs. 

If Jack had to leave, you let him. You wouldn’t ask him to stay for another hour or to spend the night and go to work from your place. You’d give him a kiss, letting it linger for as long as you could before letting him go with the promise of speaking soon. And at night, you’d sigh, wrapping your arms around a pillow you’d convinced yourself was him. 

If you were feeling sad, or even when you were happy, you wouldn’t ask Jack for hugs or for him to hold you. You didn’t want to come off clingy, or too touchy-feely. So, you kept your emotions to yourself, allowing them to be expressed only on your face. It made you feel reserved, like you couldn’t be who you truly were around him. 

Both verbally and physically, you wouldn’t let yourself beg for his attention. When in reality, it’s normal to ask for things like that. And after so long, Jack noticed this, and being the confident man that he is, he confronted you about it. Sitting you down on his living room couch one night, he took your hand, expressing wholeheartedly to you, “Sugar, I want you to be yourself around me. I know we have our differences, but… I think we’re more alike than you think.” With a soft smile, and a reassuring swipe of his thumb over your hand, he continued. “Have I… have I done something? To make you uncomfortable?” He looked so concerned, and it broke your heart. “Are you no longer interested in this? In me?”

You admired Jack’s openness, and seeing him so emotionally vulnerable gave you the push you needed to let your emotions run free. Instantly, you’d reassured him, telling him why you haven’t been acting as affectionately lately, ‘lately’ being the past three months. 

“I don’t want to come off clingy or… needy.” Slowly, you’d explained to him that you just weren’t sure how to express all of your feelings. “Don’t want to scare you away.”

Smiling, he dropped your hand, reaching forward to tilt your chin up, eyeline meeting his. “I like clingy.” He told you gently. “I like knowing you’re interested, sweet pea. So, give me clingy, give me needy, give me everything.” 

And from that point on, you did. You did ask him to stay for another hour, you did ask him to spend the night. You did request that he hold you tight, no matter how you were feeling. That conversation gave you the confidence to truly dive into your relationship, so that reaching out for his hand now, feels nothing like it used to be. 

Taking your smaller hand in his, he grins, stepping forward to match your stride. Together, you glance at your surroundings, eyeing some of the crumbling areas off to the side. 

“Once glorified for its beauty and ability to maintain its free-standing form, it was ruined by earthquakes and stone robbers. However, many modifications have since been made, allowing this site to be one of Italy’s most popular tourist attractions.” 

“Can you believe this?” You whisper in wonder, glancing at the limestone form surrounding you. 

“You really love this, don’t you?” 

When you turn your head, you realize he’s not even looking at what the guide is pointing to, he’s just looking at you. 

“Have you seen any of the things she’s been showing us?” You joke, laughing quietly beside him. 

“‘Course I have.” He shrugs, feigning offense. “You’re just distractin’ me, is all.” After that, he gently shoves your shoulder, walking ahead of you. “Outta my way, I’m here to see the mausoleum.” 

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you jog after him, reaching out to grab his hand again.

“It’s the Colosseum, dummy.” 

“Whatever.” He shrugs, lifting his nose at you. 

“You’re annoying.” You chuckle, shaking your head again. 

“I think you mean funny.” Jack says, giving your cheek a wet kiss. 

“You’re not tired yet?”

Jack has made a habit lately out of kissing the back of your hand. And when you cup his face, he’ll turn his head, kissing your palm, too. It’s nice to see that after being together for so long, he hasn’t grown stagnant in your relationship. His love is always growing for you. 

Shaking your head, you grin, watching his lips press to your skin. “No, I’m too excited.” 

After visiting the Colosseum, Jack wanted to check in to make sure your feet weren’t getting sore. The tour was longer than expected. But for your next stop, you won’t be doing much walking. And you’ve changed your mode of transportation this time from foot to cab. 

“Well if you do get tired, tell me.” He requests, lips leaving your hand but still holding it in his, resting your intertwined digits on his lap. “Maybe I can give you a foot rub when we get back.”

“Truly Jack,” Leaning in, you cup his handsome face, fingers sliding along his jawline and chin. “You’re the perfect man.” At least, he is in your eyes. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted in life. 

Finally at your second destination, Jack steps out of the cab, keeping the door open for you with his hand held in your direction. Taking it, your fingers grab hold of him, allowing your husband to gently pull you onto your feet. He’d already paid the driver, closing the door once you’re out and sighing. He’s happy you let him do these things now. 

When Jack took you on your first few dates, he saw how nervous you were. Opening doors for you, taking off your jacket, pulling out your chair, it was all very new to you. Honestly, you weren’t sure how to act. You’d duck your head, avoiding his gaze while a tingling warmth blossomed on your face. After so long, though, you got used to it, and Jack genuinely loved to see it. He likes doing these things for you, his small, gentlemanly habits. 

Now when you go places, you’ll let him get the door for you, stopping to wait if you’d walked ahead of him, too. In restaurants, if you’re wearing a jacket, you’ll turn your back to him before sitting, expecting and accepting the soft brush of his hands along your coat. And before you even turn, he’s already pulling your chair out for you. And when he does it, you smile at him, eyes meeting his and sometimes even winking at him. Jack brings out something wild inside you, something fun and full of life. It’s this very sense of confidence that now allows you to so easily take his hand. 

For this particular site, you don’t need a tour guide. Everything you need to see is right before your very eyes. And it’s gorgeous, engaging almost every one of your senses. 

“This is… this is beautiful, baby.”

The ancient Roman aqueduct, the Trevi Fountain, sitting only a few feet away from the two of you. Taking your hand once again, Jack steps forward, leading your pace. 

The closer you get, the more amazed you become. You’ve heard of this fountain before, and have seen pictures of it, too. The statues surrounding the back of the large fountain are incredible pieces of art, something you never thought you’d get to see, at least not in person. You know that there are many different parts to the crafted scenery surrounding this enormous art piece, some of the statues resembling depictions of tarot cards, both physically and metaphorically. That specific note fascinates you. 

Of course, Jack has seen this all before, just not with you. Turning to him, you’re smiling ear-to-ear grabbing a coin out of your pocket and holding it out to him. “Tell me what to do.” 

Jack chuckles, taking a coin out of his own pocket, too. “You’re gonna take it in your right hand,” He instructs, moving to stand beside you. Now, both of your backs are facing the fountain. “And toss it over your left shoulder.” He does so, demonstrating for you. “Landing it in the water.” 

“Okay.” Nodding, you get ready to do it, stopping when he decides to add, “And if you choose to, you can make a wish.”

“Did you make a wish? Just now?”

All he does is shrug. And you’re helpless to the muscle movement, more like muscle memory, of your eyes rolling at him. 

Sighing, you close your hands, holding the coin tightly in your hand. 

A wish? What should you wish for? What could you wish for? Should you be realistic, or shoot for the moon?

Opening your eyes, you find he’s still staring at you. So, you smile, tossing the coin over your shoulder just like he told you to do. When the soft sound of its plop hits your ears, you step toward him, framing his face in both your hands. 

“You make a wish?” He asks quietly, looking down at you.

“A-huh,” Comes your nod, lifting your hand and laying your pointer finger over his lips. “I wished for ten more of you.” 

In a moment of weakness, you give into the smell coming from the numerous food trucks lining the street. When you get within view of the menu, you’re shocked to see the options. It’s nothing like what you’ve seen in America.

“Chicken and eggplant parmesan?” You ask, turning to your husband with a raised brow.

“You want that?” He asks casually, staring at the menu as he decides what to get for himself.

He’s so nonchalant about it that it makes you laugh. “Sure, baby.”

In all honesty, there’s not much else to do at the fountain. You’d touched the water, tossed a coin, admired the architecture and its creative features, but that’s about as far as it goes. Still, you’re glad to have the experience, there’s really nothing like traveling the world. Especially when doing so with the love of your life. 

“Isn’t it beautiful here, baby?” You’re digging into your eggplant parm, eyes wide and constantly scanning your surroundings. 

Jack smirks, shaking his head at you while running a fork through his own food - he decided to order the mushroom ravioli. “You’re the best thing about this place, babycakes.” 

Last on your to-do list, the Pantheon. Within walking distance from the Trevi Fountain, as soon as you’re done with your food, your feet are back on the street. Hands clinging to Jack’s bicep, you take in the scenery, all while feeling the sturdiness of your husband beside you. It’s easy to become overwhelmed from it all, but he grounds you. 

It’s an enormous, dome-shaped building, with a concrete porch leading the two of you inside. Again, you have no tour guide, so your exploration is up to the imagination. For the third time today, you’re impressed by the monument’s size. The interior seems even larger than the outside, too. When entering the building, you walk directly into an enormous, circular room. Natural lighting keeps the space bright, allowing you to see its brilliant yet contrasting interior design. 

Jack’s arm slides around your lower back as you walk in, hand resting on your hip. His other sits in his front jeans pocket, head tilted up as he looks around. This is by far the most detailed place the two of you have been to. 

“Have you been here before?” You ask, turning to look at the face you long for most through the sea of crowd. 

He shakes his head, looking up at the patterns and decoration. “No.”

“Really?” You’re shocked, you honestly thought he’d seen everything before you.

“Really, sweetheart.” Turning his head, he smiles at you, pulling you closer to him. “First time for everything.” 

Beaming up at your love, you grin. “I’m glad I can be with you for at least one of your firsts.” 

“Baby, everything with you is a first for me.” Kissing your head, he urges you forward with a nod of his head. “Let’s check out the rest of this place, honey.” 

There are multiple zones all over the circular, decorated walls, the two of you taking your time to stop at every one of them. Each space is decorated individually, its color scheme and geometric design different from all the others. One in particular grabs your attention, prompting you to stay in this section a bit longer than those before it. 

“You like this one, babycakes?” Your husband coos, coming up behind you. 

Jack’s strong arms wrap around your midsection, leaning down slightly to place his chin right beside your neck. Peeking up, he witnesses what’s capturing your attention. The patterns here are different, more circular than the checker-board floor throughout the room. 

“Yeah,” Comes your quiet, gentle response. You are in a temple, after all. The Temple of all the Gods. 

Before he can fully admire this particular section with you, he catches something out of the corner of his eye. Slight movement, a man walking towards you. He stops when Jack looks over at him, lifting his head and making eye contact. Just barely, his arms hold you a little tighter, a little closer. 

“You okay?” Bringing your head to the side, you look up at your love.

“I’m just fine, babycakes.” 

Jack doesn’t always verbalize his possessive nature, he never really has to; but it’s always been there. When he saw you that night in the bar, the very first night you met, he felt something pull at his heart. He wanted to have you and not just as a notch on his belt, he wanted you to be his. He’d watched you from his seat for a while, for a few dances. Genuinely, you looked angelic to him, something about you appearing so nice and sweet. But there was something specific that stood out about you. He couldn't figure out how or why, but… you looked like home.

And when he approached you, he wanted to be proven wrong. He didn’t think there could be a woman like you, a woman to grab hold of him so firmly yet so easily; at least, not after losing his first wife. But you did. Your first conversation only made Jack fall deeper into the beautiful, comforting embrace of you. And how could he ever allow himself to lose that? 

After dancing with you, and then kissing you, he looked into your eyes. It almost scared him, the feeling he got from looking at you. It’s like all at once, every emotion came crashing into him. Adoration and desire, pride and insecurity, curiosity and domesticity. And to top it all off, to seal the deal on his intentions, you wanted him. You wanted him, too. 

While your head is turned his way, he takes the opportunity to plant a little kiss on the apple of your cheek, watching as you grin. 

“I could live like this forever.” It’s said alongside a peaceful sigh, heart beating warmly in your chest. 

“You know, honey, I was thinkin’.”

“About what, baby?”

“There’s a beach closeby, you wanna visit before we take off?” Brushing his nose against your hair, he inhales briefly. It’s always so soft, always smells so flowery. 

“That sounds nice.” It feels like you’re in a dream; your entire body relaxing into his touch, your mind caressed into tranquility by the beautiful scenery.

“And then we can get room service,” He sighs happily, content with this seemingly soft moment. “Maybe have some dessert.” 

“Maybe?”

“And then have some dessert.” Your husband laughs, the vibration of it shivering over your back. 

In all honesty, the Pantheon is… overwhelming. And after traveling so much today, you think you’re finally in need of a break. Maybe the two of you can visit again tomorrow, when it isn’t so crowded. Jack is more than okay with this, taking your hand and leading you away. 

“You okay, sugar?” Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he brings you in, placing a firm kiss on your temple.

“Yeah,” Yawning, you settle into his hold, letting him direct your walk. “Just kinda tired, I think.”

“You still wanna stop at that beach?” Jack knows that when the sun starts to set, it will be a breath-taking sight.

“Yeah,” Your sleepy eyes look up to his, crinkling slightly from your smile. “Sounds pretty.” 

And it is. You can barely make your way down to the beach without staring at the sun. Both of you take your shoes off, rolling up the cuffs on your pants to avoid the sand. But that proves to be a rather mindless act, because as soon as you’re on the shoreline, you’re sitting, resting in each other’s embrace. 

Jack pulls your back to his chest, surrounding your body with his legs and letting the weight of you rest on him. He holds you with his arms, too, that clean-shaven chin resting on your shoulder again. 

You never thought of your life this way, not before Jack. It’s like a fairytale, the way you met, the way your relationship grew while dating, and now your marriage. It’s a dream come true, just having him. 

The water floods bright with amber before your very eyes, the sun now beginning to say goodnight. Its rays dazzle across the water, shimmering in the splashes that make their way to the shore. The beach is relatively empty, and further in the distance, you can hear the chatter and laughter of passersby. The pleasant thrum of music begins to fill your ears too, the night life approaching alongside the fading light. 

Thinking about the night you met brings him back to your first dance. Inside, his heart pounds, pulse picking up beneath his skin. He doesn’t matter how long the two of you have been together, he always gets nervous asking for your hand. 

“Hey, sugar?”

“Hm?” You’re sliding your fingers over one of his hands, tracing meaningless patterns along his skin. 

Lowering his voice just a bit, he proposes, “How ‘bout a dance?” 

From the side, he can see your smile growing. Retracting his hands just a bit, he moves his palms along your body, holding your sides gently. The two of you stand, leaving your shoes in the sand. Taking Jack’s hand, just like you always do, you let him lead you out to the wetter, flatter parts of the beach. 

“You know how much I love you?” He says, strong hands sliding over your hips. 

Linking your arms around his neck, you grin, swaying gracefully. “Enough to take me to Italy.” 

You make him laugh, that beautiful smile coming in to connect with your lips. Slowly, he moves you, the two of you dancing along the sand with your bare feet. The entire situation puts him at ease. When it comes to his day-to-day, Jack is often anxious. His job is stressful, his only real reprieve being when he comes home to you. You’re always there to pick up the pieces, making him whole once again. And he revels in the delicate moments he gets with you, moments like these. 

“Eventually, don’t you think?”

Nodding, you give him a thoughtful pout. “Of course, baby.” 

Even though there’s nothing there, Jack’s hand slides over your belly. He smiles, huffing out a small, amused breath.

“I can’t wait to see your pregnant belly.” Jack has always wanted kids. 

“I can’t wait to make you a daddy, baby.” Resting your head back on his shoulder, you sigh, the warm water helping your muscles to relax. 

“When do you think?” Your husband asks, eyes draping over your form. 

Shrugging, you offer, “Maybe I can stop my birth control, and just see what happens.”

He nods, both hands now resting on your tummy. “I like the sound of that.” And then he sighs, wrinkling his forehead. “You think I’m too old for kids, honey?”

“What? Of course not.” 

“I just, I don’t know. I wanna be able to play with them, run around and chase them.” 

“You’ll be able to do that, baby.” Bringing your hands over his, you give them a gentle squeeze. “You’ve kept yourself in shape, I know you’ll have so much fun with our babies.” 

“You want more than one?” He sounds giddy. 

“I want as many babies as I’m able to have with you.” At this, he laughs, shaking his head. “Of course, I do. I want a few.”

“That sounds good to me.” Jack's hands then slide up, landing on your shoulders to give you a soft rub. “You know, I must’ve done something pretty good to get you.”

“Yeah, maybe you were the pope in a past life.” 

“You’re so fuckin’ sassy.” Those words make you grin, eyes closing as his fingers press into you. 

With a sigh, you express wholeheartedly, “I have no idea what I could’ve done to deserve you.” 

When you’re done with your bath, Jack wraps you in a towel, kissing your head. He gives you another for your hair, not wanting to pull it so he lets you do that. The two of you step into your room just as room service arrives, and Jack takes it upon himself to close the double-doors to your bedroom before letting them in. He’d ordered dinner for the two of you, and dessert. 

“Food’s here, honey.” Comes that deep, southern voice. 

The two of you decide to eat on the bed, lounging lazily against the other. Instead of getting dressed, you decided on a simple robe, your husband doing the same. 

“Your hair is always so soft after you wash it.” He comments, playing with the ends of it. 

“You’re cute, baby.” Already, you’re diving into your sweet treat. 

Jack lets you eat in peace, munching on his own plate of food. It’s quiet, the air surrounding you. You suppose you could put on a movie or show, but you both like it like this, just the two of you with no distractions. 

It’s the same at night, when Jack lays you down, pulling you into him. There’s no TV, no music, just the sound of cars on the street and each other's relaxed breaths. 

“You're the love of my life, sweet pea.” He tells you quietly, petting your head while you lay on his chest. “I’ll always be here, you know that?” 

You can feel the metal loop of his wedding band every time his hand touches your head, the small sense bringing you happiness. 

“I know, baby. I know you will.” Snuggling into him even further, you sigh. “You’re the best man I will ever know.” 

Jack doesn’t respond because, well… he’s feeling emotional. You’re a gift to him, something that makes life worth living. His precious girl, his beautiful wife, the woman he met at the bar giving him everything he’s ever needed in life. 

“What’re you thinking about, baby?” You ask when he’s quiet for a bit too long. 

Jack shrugs, smiling softly. “Just reminiscing, I guess.” Sighing happily, he then adds, “About how we used to be.”

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The Rest of My Days

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol, praise kink, daddy kink, slight spit kink, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex, cumplay, body insecurity, established relationship/marriage

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A/N: This one is so sweet, it broke my heart. I love you so much, daddy. There’s Italian in here but it’s all translated for you my babies! Enjoy!

Thank you to @phnyx and @thesleepingmusicneek for beta-reading 🥹♥️ and thank you to @lucky-pascal for your amazing ideas!!

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If it were anyone else, you might’ve gone insane. The planning was overwhelming, to say the least. Gathering your important documents, making sure you had all your necessities, organizing your itinerary, it was more than you expected. But lucky for you, your husband has it handled; he was practically made for this. Trips out of the country were a rarity for you before Jack came along, and you’re currently thanking the lord he knows what he’s doing. 

“Are you sure you have everything?” You’re already walking through the airport, so if you forgot anything now, it’s too late.

“Sweetheart, I already told you I do.” It’s a leisurely pace; you’ll arrive early at your terminal. Reaching over, he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Everything’s okay, babycakes. I got it all handled.” 

His calm demeanor and comforting words do wonders for you, they always do. Honestly, he’s perfect for this. Since beginning your relationship, Jack did his best to make sure you didn’t have a single worry in your pretty little head. He knew you were a strong woman, that you could take care of things yourself. But with him, you don’t have to. 

It’ll be the longest flight you’ve been on, thirteen hours; longer than the flight you had for your honeymoon. Jack’s been on longer, though, so he knows how to make it pleasant for you. Statesman has flown him damn near all over the world, and he often had free time to explore the foregin destinations, too. He saw it as a blessing. 

“Wait here, baby.” 

“Where are you going?” Reaching your terminal, you take a seat, watching Jack take the liberty of setting your bags beside you.

“Gonna get us some food.”

“I’m not that hungry, babe.”

“You’ll want a little something in your stomach,” He insists. “Just gonna get us some water and chips.” 

In places like this, it’s easy for you to get overwhelmed. You’re an introvert, and sometimes it really shows. But Jack doesn’t mind, honestly, he never has. He finds it incredibly cute. And he absolutely loves taking care of you. 

“Drink this before we take off.” As promised, he returns with water and chips, sighing as he sits next to you. 

Like the natural caretaker he is, he unscrews the top before handing it to you, opening the chips before giving those to you, too. Truly, it’s the little things with him. But when you take the items he hands to you, you witness how tired he really is. He’s been up since six am, double checking all your things and making breakfast. So, you decide to sneak in your own little bit of love.

Leaning over, you kiss his cheek, whispering, “Thank you, daddy.” 

Immediately, that puts a smile on his face, turning to grab your jaw and give you a real kiss. “Anything for you, baby.”

With Jack by your side the entire time, you don’t even know why you were so worried in the first place. When the plane took off, he held your hand, kissing the back of it, too. For a while, you shared an earbud set, watching the original Jurassic Park before you inevitably fell asleep. And when you did, he gave you the neck pillow and sleeping mask he’d packed for you. Even though you had the pillow to rest your head on, you still leaned over, snuggling up to his shoulder. He smiled, letting you wrap your arms around his bicep as you settled in. 

After so many hours, lunch is served, and Jack orders for you before waking you up. The same goes for dinner, but the smell alone stirs you from your sleep. 

“We’ll be landing soon, baby.” Jack says quietly, handing you your silverware. “About an hour or so. Make sure you have all your things, okay darlin’?”

All you can do is smile, absolutely beaming at him. “Okay, baby.” 

But when you land, all your worries come crashing back. The airport here is even busier than the one at home, and to make matters worse, you don’t even speak the common language. But of course, Jack does. 

“Dov'è il tuo ritiro bagagli?” He’s at a concierge desk, with you standing shyly behind him. The woman answers in the same language, giving him directions to you don’t know where.

“Grazie.” And there’s that charming smile; Jesus, even after ten plus hours of travel, Jack still looks stunning. (Where is your baggage claim?) (Thank you)

Striding beside him, a giddy smile on your face, you swoop in and take his hand. “It’s always so impressive,” You tell him, watching as he glances down at you with a grin. “Hearing you speak all these languages.” 

“Impressive, huh?” He asks, keeping that grin as he returns his gaze to where you’re headed. 

“Impressive and attractive.” 

Truthfully, you’re exhausted, and you still have a half hour cab ride to the hotel. But you’re also excited; you can’t wait to explore Italy. 

“What one do you like the most?” He wonders aloud, opening the trunk of the cab he’s called over. 

“Mm…” Opening the side door, you lean on it, thinking. “I don’t know. What ones do you know, again?”

“Spanish,” He begins, grunting as he lifts the bags. “Italian,” Looking up, he gives you a knowing nod. “French, Russian, Arabic, and Mandarin.” 

God damn. 

You know he learned five of them from being in the army and then joining Statesman, and he’d learned Italian for your first trip here. Yeah, definitely impressive, and undoubtedly attractive. 

“Jesus,” Rolling your eyes with a grin, you decide on, “Probably French, then Spanish. And I like Italian, too.” 

“Maybe we should visit France sometime soon.” With a tiny wink, he shuts the trunk, walking over to you. “Let’s go, sugar. Wanna get you in that hotel room.” 

And he doesn’t even mean it sexually, not yet, at least. Jack likes traveling, but because of his occupation, when you’re with him, he likes to get you to your destination as quickly as possible. He never liked having you out in the open for too long; you’re too precious to him. 

“Trenta minuti di distanza, al Hotel Hassler Roma.” Yeah, hearing him speak Italian definitely sends a shiver up your spine. (About thirty minutes away, to the Hotel Hassler Roma)

“You okay, honey?” Turning his head to the side, he eyes you, worry crossing his face. You’d grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“I really like when you speak Italian.” 

The trip itself was an amazing surprise, but Jack had intentions of sprinkling smaller ones throughout it. One of them being the hotel. He refused to tell you where you were staying, he wanted to see the look on your face when you arrived. And your reaction is very much to his liking.

“Are you serious?” 

“You like it?” That cocky grin is all over his lips; he knows you do. 

The entrance of the hotel has a wall full of greenery, with cast iron chairs and tables on either side. A white marble staircase leads up to the first level, just above the elevators. It’s a very clean, sleek design, with a fountain in the center of it all. 

“This is so pretty.” You can’t stop staring, your eyes wandering to find the dining and ball rooms. 

“Just wait ‘till you see the room, baby doll.” 

While you explore the extravagant lobby, Jack sends your bags up to the room after checking you in. He chuckles to himself, watching you roam in your child-like state. And while he’s waiting for the room key, he does the same thing, eyeing your surrounding space.

“Hey sugar, you still wanna stay in tonight?” He calls, looking to the side. There’s an area for brochures on the counter, one of them being a pamphlet for room service that he notices.

Scurrying over, you give him that famously pretty smile. “Yeah baby, let’s just relax on our first night.” 

With a happy and agreeing grin, he grabs the pamphlet, leaning over to kiss your forehead. It’s likely that there’s already one in the room, but he wants to be sure. This night should be relaxing for the two of you, and he’ll do everything he can to make it so. 

“Let’s go, sweet cheeks.” Jack then calls for you, reaching out with his hand. It only took two seconds for you to walk away, but you happily jog back over to him, taking his hand. 

“You wanna look over the menu?” Jack asks, standing beside you in the elevator. He’s already looking over it, his eyes unwavering from the foreign text. 

“I can when we get to the room.” Bouncing on your heels, you then ask, “What’s it look like?”

“You’ll find out in about two minutes.” 

It’s surprisingly cold for Italy, but it makes sense for Rome, being that it’s winter. You’re wearing something comfortable for your day of travel, a small red sweater with a pair of black leggings. Jack’s attire is rather monochromatic, a slim, charcoal colored shirt with a flannel worn over it, and dark wash jeans on the lower half of his body. As per usual, he’s wearing his boots, and that signature black cowboy hat, too. No matter where you go, he always wears it, save for half your wedding photos. At least you’ll always be able to find him in a crowd. 

“Our bags are already inside.” He tells you, leaning over to open the door. Before he does though, he looks back at you, grinning. “You ready?”

“Yes! Come on, just open it!”

He lets you go in first, his smile unwavering as he watches you take in the room. Initially, you’re surrounded by the cream-colored walls of the living area, which is decorated quite simply. To your left sits a full couch with pillows on either end, and a glass table sitting in the corner beside it. On its surface sits a miniature torchiere lamp, already lit. And a few inches in front of the couch is a coffee table, also made of glass, with two magazines and a vase of fresh flowers on its surface. In the far right corner sits a dark-wood desk, with another torchiere table lamp illuminating its surroundings. And straight ahead are a set of open double-doors, displaying the master bedroom. 

The entire space appears very modern in design, and is honestly quite refreshing. It’s a nice suite, but you wonder why Jack was so eager to show it to you. But you quickly discover his reasoning when you take a few steps further into the room. Drawing your attention to the right are the overwhelming rays of sun shining into the room. Jack watches you step towards the suite’s most attractive trait, now closing the door behind you. 

“What d’you think?” He asks, walking up to hold you from behind. Strong arms wrap around your frame, lips and stubble tickling your neck. 

Before you sits the magnificent view of Rome. The street is many floors below your balcony, and still, you’re able to witness it in its full beauty. The architecture surrounding the hotel is breath-taking, the streets much different than those back in the states. Further in the distance, you can see some of the more impressive Roman features, specifically, the colosseum. 

“Jack, this is amazing.” Turning, you face him. “How’d you find this place?” It’s not where you stayed when you visited originally.

He shrugs, grinning. “I have connections.”

Rolling your eyes, you smirk. “Of course you do.”

There’s a table with two chairs on the fairly large balcony, the furniture consisting of a dark cast-iron base. On top of the main table sits a pail of ice, holding a bottle of champagne. Beside it, there’s another vase, the flowers matching the ones inside the living room. And finally, a bowl of fresh fruit, cut and prepared for the two of you. 

“Take those inside, will you, baby?” Jack asks, kissing your cheek. “I’m gonna make sure all our bags are here.” 

Doing as he says, you retrieve your drink and snack, bringing it into the master bedroom. It’s a fairly large room, even bigger than the living portion of the suite. You find an elongated, horizontal dresser to set the items on, then turn to the left to find your husband. There’s a walk-in closet that’s currently holding your bags, and further in, you find the door to the bathroom.

“Holy shit,”

Looking over his shoulder at you, he frowns. “What?”

“This place is huge.” It’s almost like a little maze in here, walking through the closet and into the dark-marbled bathroom. There are two sinks beneath an enormous mirror, a full bath and a standing shower. There’s a window in here, too, one that shows the street view opposite to that of the balcony. 

“You wanna take a shower, baby?” Jack asks, poking his head into the room. “I’ll unpack our things while you get cozy.” 

Usually, he’d join you, and he knows he will at some point during this trip. But for now, he lets you do your thing. He doesn’t want you to worry about lifting a finger today, aside from ordering room service. He wants you to pick out the food yourself. 

After finding your toiletry bag, your shower is quick - just a refresh. You’ll wash your hair tomorrow, but for now, you remove your makeup, soap up your body, and bask in the steam. And by the time you’re done, Jack has finished unpacking your bags. 

“Why don’t you go ahead and order room service, sweet thing?” You can already tell he’s in some sort of mood, murmuring the words over your cheek as he kisses you. 

“Okay, daddy.” Turning your head to capture his lips, he moans, lifting his hand to hold your face gently. 

“I’ll be right back.” He sighs, eyes dipping to your lips. His thumb drags across it as he finishes with, “Just gonna get changed.” 

“Oh, wait!” He doesn’t even get a step away before you’re needing him again. But Jack doesn’t mind, he likes feeling needed. “What’s up, buttercup?”

“I can’t speak Italian.” You pout cutely, handing the menu back to him. You’re sure someone here speaks English, but honestly, you just want to hear him speak the language again. And by the look on his face, you think he sees through your tricks. But he appeases you, nonetheless.

“Sì, servizio in camera, per favore.” (Yes, room service, please)

You practically fawn over him, listening as he orders for you. Pointing at the menu, he recites what you’d like, along with his own preferences, too.

“Trentacinque minuti? Va bene, grazie.” (Thirty-five minutes? Alright, thank you)

“Will you teach me?” You ask once he’s hung up the phone. 

“Italian?”

“Mhm,” Nodding, you sit up on the bed, leaning over to kiss his neck, his jaw, and then his cheek. “It’s so sexy, baby.”

That dimple you love so much pokes through from the wide smile spreading on his lips. Turning, he kisses you, but just once before standing. “Sure, baby. I’ll teach you.”

Reaching out, you grab his hand, not wanting him to go just yet. You’re in a cuddly, lovey mood. “I gotta change, sweet cheeks.” Leaning down, his lips press to the back of your hand. “I’ll be right back.” 

With a sigh, you let him go, watching as he walks away. Something he does catches your eye, though - he closes the door to the walk-in once he’s inside. That is extremely odd for him. You’re married, he’s usually more than comfortable changing in front of you. But you shrug the worry away, thinking he must have another surprise for you. Concern crawls up your limbs once again, though, when ten minutes pass and he still isn’t back. 

“Baby?” You call for him, flipping through the channels on the television to entertain yourself while you wait.

“Ugh.” It’s a muffled grunt; he sounds annoyed. 

Perking up, you turn on the TV, looking to the side.”Jack?”

“God damnit!” He shouts, huffing out an aggressive and aggravated breath. 

Furrowing your brows, you immediately stand. What’s going on with him? Creeping over to the closet door, you knock gently. “Baby? Are you okay?” And when he hears your voice, he groans. 

“I’ll be out in a minute, baby doll.” He sounds tired and sad, defeated. But you don’t buy it.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice is sweet, your tone sensitive. You’re not sure what’s happening with him.

After a moment of silence, and another sigh from him, he opens the door. He’s shirtless, wearing only his boxers and a clean pair of jeans. What calls for your attention, though, is the fact that his zipper is undone, his belt hanging loose at either end. 

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah,” He grumbles, “Just need to find another pair of pants.”

Jack’s face is red, and you’re not sure if it’s from embarrassment or anger. Probably both, if what you’re internally assuming is right. Spinning around, he goes back inside to rummage through his clothes, leaving the door open this time.

“Those ones don’t fit?” It’s a gentle prod; you want to figure out what’s wrong so you can comfort him.

“Not anymore.” Comes his disgruntled response. 

Walking up behind him, you snake your arms around his waist. And he sighs, stopping the motions of his hurried hands. 

“What's wrong, daddy?” You coo to him, resting your cheek along his sturdy back. 

“Just not as fit as I used to be, sugar peach.”

“What?” Scrunching up your face, you tilt your head, genuinely confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Honey, I look like I just won a blue ribbon at a county fair.”

This makes you bust out laughing, and it even makes a grin cross Jack’s face, too. You can see it in the side mirror when he looks up at you. 

“Jesus, you’re such a country boy.” Shaking your head, you press your smile to his back. “I hope you’re joking.”

But that’s when Jack’s smile fades. His eyes find the ground as he goes quiet, shrugging. 

“Baby, you can’t be serious. You’re so perfect…” The hands that had been resting on his upper torso now slide down. “Even your belly.”

Soft lips press to his shoulder blade, your small hum shivering over his skin. Your fingertips caress him, urging him to relax. 

“Honey, you don’t have to say that. I know I’ve gained some weight.”

“So?” The way you say it makes you sound offended, and honestly, you are. Jack isn’t just your husband, he’s a part of you. How dare he talk down to himself. “Baby, you couldn’t be sexier to me.” 

All he does is sigh again, running a hand over his face. It’s such a rarity, him feeling down about himself like this. 

“Come on,” You then decide, tugging on him gently. “Come over here with me.” 

He lets you drag him over to the bed, urging him to lay back while you crawl on top of him. Jack feels foolish, he wasn’t asking for your attention. But he’d never deny it. His too-tight jeans just doused him in self-pity. He’s been denying it for weeks, his weight gain, but now, he can’t ignore it. 

“Don’t you know how pretty you are, daddy?” Sitting up, you rest your weight on him, straddling his pelvis. Your hands then slide over his stomach, up to his chest, smoothing your palms over his taut skin. 

“Baby,” He suddenly huffs out, his voice full of emotion and genuine desperation. “I don’t want you to ever get sick of me.”

“What?” His words shock you. “Baby, why would you ever think that?”

Truly, this is something he worries about, and too much for his own sake. Your age gap has always been more than prominent in your relationship, and he always feared the day it would catch up with him.

“Sooner or later, you’re not gonna be attracted to me.” Your jaw drops, listening to him express his inner worries. “I’m older than you honey, a lot older, and I’m not always gonna be pretty.” He accentuates the last word, repeating your brief praise. 

“Jack,” You state firmly, looking into his eyes. “I promised to spend the rest of my days with you, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.” 

Tears well in Jack’s eyes, and you swear you’ve never seen him look so innocent. Leaning in, you hold his puppy-dog face in your hands, thumbs swiping across his wet cheeks. 

“Jack, I love you. I don’t see myself ever getting sick of you.” Through your gentle kiss, you feel the slight tremble of his lip, and your heart breaks for him. “How many times do I have to tell you how attractive your age is to me?” He goes to open his mouth to speak, but you don’t let him. “And not just when we met, not just now, always, baby.”

The sigh your husband takes does well to steady him, to calm the tidal wave of emotions wreaking havoc inside him. “You’re the man I’m supposed to be with, and nothing will ever change that, baby.” Lifting his left hand, you kiss his ring. “You’re my daddy, how could you ever think I wouldn’t want you?”

Your eyes then find his, sweet and soft and pretty and innocent. You’re being genuine. 

“Baby,” Reaching out, he grabs your face, bringing you into him with a tender yet hurried pace.

Leaning into his pull, you accept the press of those beautiful lips, the delectably smooth slide of them. It’s heated and firm, his breaths forced out through his nose as he holds onto you. 

“Daddy,” It’s a delicate, airy moan, one expressed while you kiss your way across his face. Over his cheek, along his jaw, and down to his neck.

Jack’s hands find your covered hips, sliding his fingers through your layers of clothing to find your skin. He wants to be close to you, wants to make love to you. In an attempt to gain control of the situation, Jack tugs on you, wanting to undress you. Lifting yourself from his torso, you do it yourself, lifting your shirt from your chest with your lips immediately returning to him. You want your dearest to relax, to let go and experience this. 

“Lay down for me, daddy. Please?” You’re asking so quietly, so sweetly. “Let me worship you…”

“Oh,” Dropping his head back on the pillow, he groans, closing his eyes alongside a thick swallow. 

With intentional movements, you make your way down, tongue sliding out occasionally to taste his sweet, warm skin. You suck a mark into his neck, and the skin surrounding his collar bone. And Jack sighs into your touch, enjoying this. Your little bites make him twitch, your nails running down his chest causing a shiver to dart across his beautiful skin. 

And while you continue to display your true attraction for him, you make sure to pay extra special attention to his softened stomach and sides. Purposefully, your mouth avoids his crotch - that’s not what he needs most right now. Right now, his biggest insecurity is calling out to you, begging for the tender love and care it so desperately needs; the same tender love and care that blossoms so freely within you. In truth, he hasn’t gained much weight, maybe ten, fifteen pounds at most. In your eyes, nothing noticeable. But it is to Jack, it’s actually a really big deal to him. So, you do what you do best - make him feel good, make him feel like a man. 

“Daddy,” You sigh softly against his skin. “Your body is so strong; you’re so handsome, baby.” 

“Honey, you’re so good to me.” He sighs, allowing you to remove his jeans. Lifting his head, he looks down at you, your attention trained entirely on his body. And once his pants are off, your palm runs over his covered crotch, stimulating his steadily rising erection. 

“I’ll buy you a new pair of jeans, daddy.” You promise him, tossing the annoyingly tight pair to the floor. “Ones that fit your wonderful body.” 

And then you slide his boxers off, finally releasing him. But before you return to him, you decide to undress yourself, too. He watches you wiggle out of your leggings and panties, dropping them to the floor before unclipping your bra. With a breathy sigh and an angelic smile, you climb over him once again, feeling the slight throb of his full erection between your legs. With your naked sex resting against him, Jack’s jaw drops, in absolute awe upon seeing your bare body. But then that wonderful mind of yours sprouts a new idea, prompting you to slide further up, settling over his belly. 

A subtle sensation, the friction from his happy trail as you slide over him. It sends a tingle through your hips, your sensitive lips already glistening for him. He’s watching you intently, those strong hands returning to your hips.

“You wanna see how attractive you are to me?” You ask, raising a flirtatious brow. Anxiously, Jack swallows, nodding. 

This is when you place your hands on his chest, ever so slightly sliding yourself forward. Your hips move over him, and he quickly finds his breath catching in his throat. 

“Oh…” He’s looking down at your naked sex dragging across his skin, damn near forgetting to blink. Thick fingers squeeze your moldable hips before he says, “How does it feel, baby?” 

“Daddy…” Already, you’re gasping, lips parting as you stare down at yourself. “It feels so good… you feel so good, daddy…”

Repeating his name, his title, makes you feel so happy and safe. For years now, this is what he’s been to you, and still, it makes you fall to your knees.

“Your tummy feels so good under me… you’re soft, and you’re so warm.” Allowing yourself to enjoy this new act, you let your head fall back, chest inhaling a deep breath. 

Each grind of your pelvis over his stomach brings you closer to your high. To your surprise, Jack’s hands leave your hips, letting them sway to the rhythm you create. Slowly, his fingers find and then intertwine with yours, your hands still resting on his chest. He’s letting you do this to him. 

“Oh, that’s it, angel.” Seeing you obsess over his body will never not shoot his confidence into the sky. “Ride me, honey, you know I love to see it. Ride your cowboy, baby.” His words make you grin, lightly shaking your head. You love when he gets cocky. There’s your daddy, there he is again. 

“Mm, daddy…” He can feel you pulsing and clenching, and fuck, he wishes he was inside you. 

Surprisingly, this is something he’s never done before. Jack’s never met a woman as generous with her love as you. No one has ever worshiped him the way you do. 

It’s that exact generous amount of adoration and devotion that makes him become vocal beneath you, small grunts and groans emanating from his mouth. The more you move, the more your breasts sway above him, forcing out those beautifully enticing moans. His fingers release yours and rise to cup your tits, watching and now feeling them sway and bounce with each of your movements. 

“Oh, good god.” Your husband’s reactions to your body have only gotten better over the years. He makes you feel like you were sculpted by gods. 

“You like this?” He asks in the gorgeous southern accent, eyes watching his hands as they knead your plump chest. But before you can even answer, he’s talking again, rambling in his euphoric state from the incredible amount of love you give. 

“Bellissima…” It must be the city, the romance of it all getting to his head. 

“What?” Glancing down, your mouth parted and breathing heavy, you question him, “What did you say, baby?”

Grinning, he sighs, remembering what you’d said. “You want to learn Italian, baby doll?”

This nearly takes your breath away, a bright grin growing on your face. When you nod, he lifts his hand, cupping your cheek. Stroking your jaw, he repeats quietly, “Bellissima.” 

“B… Beautiful.” 

“That’s right, baby.’ 

“You’re beautiful, baby.” He confirms, his dominant hand dropping to your hip again, his left staying to play with your tits. “Such a beautiful thing…”

“I love you,” Tender emotions fill your heart. Jack has done everything for you, he’s the absolute man of your dreams. To see him down is to bring you down. 

“Ti amo,” He tells you, seeing the glimmer in your eyes once you understand the meaning. 

“Ti amo,” You repeat, whispering, “I love every part of you, baby.” 

“Daddy loves you too, baby, he always does. Always will.” That’s when his hand drops, covering your own and sliding his fingers over your elegant ring. “My girl… mia ragazza.” Bringing the stunning piece of jewelry to his lips, he kisses it. “My beautiful girl.”

It’s almost embarrassing, how quickly you’re rutting over him, grinding your pelvis into the softness of his stomach. He’s incredibly warm and smooth, and still slightly toned, too. The trial of hairs beneath his navel are slick from you, your wet sex continuously rubbing over him. And to your surprise, you’re already starting to feel those blissful waves, that euphoric sensation radiating through your hips. 

“Amore mio,” He continues, “My love, that’s what you are, baby.”

“D-Daddy,” You’re stuttering, but you’re smiling, “Ti amo.”

This makes him grin widely, you’re such a good listener. In a hushed tone, he praises, “Good girl.” 

“Daddy, I’m c-close,” Gasping, you repeat in a whisper, “I’m so close, daddy.” 

Fingers scratching his chest, he groans, reaching behind you to grab himself in hand. He runs the pad of his thumb over his tip, shivering beneath you. 

“Cum for me, baby, you sweet fuckin’ thing.” He’s growling, baring his teeth briefly as both hands return to you. Cementing to your hips, they aid in your quick movements, encouraging your bliss. “Come on, cum all over your daddy.” 

He’s enamored with you, absolutely, truly, and wholeheartedly in love with you. “Mia bella ragazza…”

“My…” You’re trying to focus, trying to listen to him and connect the dots. But it’s hard when he’s shoving the entirety of his erection into your center. “My beautiful… girl.” 

With a wide grin, he sighs. “That’s right.” 

Your little bundle of nerves is red and throbbing, the stimulation an incredibly sweet sensation. It feels like your insides are burning, like your lower stomach and pelvis have been engulfed in erotic flames. 

“C’mon then, sugar.” He says cockily, almost out of breath. “You gonna cum?”

“Yes.”

“Sì,” He corrects you, and you repeat it. “Sì, daddy…”

“Do it for me,” Comes in next command. “Show me how much you love me.” 

He’s panting below you, his tip leaking against his lower stomach. He’s throbbing, too, twitching and red behind you. You’re so wet that it’s covering the insides of your thighs, making the skin of his stomach and pelvis damp. Seeing you get off like this is making his head fucking spin, he can’t take it. 

Lifting his feet, Jack plants the soles of them on the bed, waiting for your high to arrive. And when it does, it’s powerful, your beautiful chest sucking in deep and desperate breaths, your nails digging into his chest as you begin to shake. He reaches out, holding onto your forearms as you ride through it, hips rolling dramatically over his stomach. 

“Fuck, just like that, babycakes.” He groans, watching your body move with a wild sensation of pleasure. “Jesus, you’re so beautiful when you cum.” 

And then, all at once, you’re pushed forward, your husband’s legs moving you further up onto his chest. The motion exposes your throbbing sex, Jack’s tip already prodding at its entrance. 

“Baby,” He coos, running his nose along your cheek. “Amore mio…” Your face is next to him, both of your hands clinging to his neck. Now, he’s fully returned to that confident, dominant state. “Let daddy slide inside.” 

“Yes, daddy.” Comes your immediate nod. Closing your eyes, you sigh deeply. “Sì,  please.”

“Per favore,” He says, heavy breaths full of lust and passion. “Say it.”

“Sì, per favore.” 

In a single motion, Jack’s erection is sheathed inside, already hitting you deep. You’re still sensitive and pulsing from the aftershocks of your high, his sudden and complete entry making you cry out into his neck. 

“Daddy, fuck…”

“I’ve got you, baby doll.” Squeezing you tightly is the secure hold of Jack’s strong arms, both wrapping around your pliant form. “Daddy’s got you.” 

“Ti amo,” With a passionate moan, you lift yourself, lips finding the smooth and plush skin of his own. “Daddy, I love you.”

“Oh, so good, baby. Such a good girl, listening so well for me…” 

He’s overwhelmed; he didn’t expect this reaction from you. He knows you love him, more than anything, more than life itself, but he didn’t expect you to do all of this for him upon discovering his insecurity. How lucky is he, to have a woman as wonderful as you so completely devoted to him? 

His thrusts are powerful yet fluid, a trait he’s had since the start. And you’re already moving with him, swaying that heavily above him. Your hips move gracefully, re-connecting with him only seconds after you’ve been lifted. 

The only thing that pulls you out of your lustful delight is the retraction of his arm from your body. Sliding his dominant hand down, he continues to thrust up into you, only now more slowly. Glancing down, you watch as he swipes his fingers through the sticky puddle on his lower half, the cum you left on his belly and your wetness leaking down his length. When his fingertips glide through the liquid, he lifts them to his mouth, opening immediately to suck on them sweetly. He’s always been a curious man, even though your taste never seems to surprise him. He’s savoring it, relishing in your tangy sweetness. 

“Oh, baby girl,” His voice is thick and heavy, eyes staring at the string of saliva hanging between his lips and fingers. “Here…” Looking down again, he gathers more of your arousal on his fingerstips, watching it drip onto his hand. “Daddy wants you to have a taste.”

“Daddy.” Excitedly, obediently, you lean closer to him, opening your mouth. 

Expectantly, he lifts his fingers to you, his lips parted as he watches you take them in. He rubs the pad of his wet digits down onto your tongue, and not only can you taste yourself, but you can also taste him, the sensation of your lover mixed with that of your slick. 

Quietly, he tuts. “Be a good girl for me, baby.” Giving you a single nod, he says, “Succhiare.”

It’s a soft command, but a command nonetheless. And you don’t need to be fluent to know what it means. The confidence you’ve built up for him has gone straight to his head, and if you’re being honest, you absolutely love it. 

Jack’s brown eyes shimmer with enrapturement as he feels your tongue and cheeks massage and suckle his fingertips, his pupils blown wide and black with lust. He sees your sincere love and desire to please him; you flatter him. There’s nothing you could do to make him want you more. 

“That’s my girl…” Jack praises, watching you release his fingers to lick the trail dripping down his palm. Slowly, he pulls his hand away from your mouth, returning his fingers to his own. 

And all you can do is sigh, watching him enjoy the taste of his spit-soaked digits. He then brings his hand to your jaw, pulling you down to him. Your cunt continues to throb from his hefty intrusion, the thickness of him entirely sheathed inside. The point he brings you to is incredible, your level of arousal honestly dizzying at this point. 

Inches away from your lover’s face, you can see his features perfectly. His smooth skin, the barely-there stubble along his jawline and chin. The dark mustache he’s had since the day you met, the hooked curve to his nose that you’ve adored since you laid eyes on him. Those beautifully plush lips, those dark eyes and the creases growing beside them. He’s so handsome, so beautiful to you, and you swear the shape of your pupils will turn into hearts if you stare for any longer at him. 

“Daddy,” It comes out soft and dainty, needy. “You’re so handsome.” You coo to him, completely drunk on your husband’s love. 

He moans, throbbing inside you; he loves to hear your compliments. It makes him giddy inside, knowing that you adore him as much as he does you. 

“Bello,” Is all he says, watching your pretty lips repeat it. “Bello.”

On his lips forms a small grin, tilting your chin down before capturing your lips in a soft yet passionate kiss. Jack’s mouth doesn’t leave as he begins thrusting up inside you again, every stroke strategically slow and calculated, teasingly building you up again. 

“Jesus,” He spits out, dominant hand rising to the back of your head. “You love me, don’t you, babycakes? You love your daddy?” 

“Yes.” You’re too pent up to search your brain for the right words to speak. You can barely think coherently in English right now, let alone Italian. 

“You’d do anything for him?” 

“Yes, baby, anything. You know that.” 

“Oh sweetheart, let daddy cum inside.”

“Please, baby. Always.” It’s not even a full sentence - it’s so obvious, the hold he has on you. 

“Fuck me… daddy’s gonna cum, babycakes, he’s gonna cum in this tight little hole, okay?” You’re nodding, shoving your face into the crook of his neck as he repeatedly shoves his hips up against your ass. “Fuck, I wish I could watch you lick it out. How about i finger-fuck it out after I’m done, huh? I know my baby loves playing with her daddy’s cum.”

“Oh my go-od,” 

Wrapping his arms around you once again, he keeps you place, holding you against him. Resting against his flushed chest, you cry out wantonly for him, for Jack, for your husband. 

“Fuck!” Tossing his head back, his hips punch up into you, his pulsing erection throbbing against your fleshy inner channel. 

It happens forcefully, his high crashing into his body. His muscles tense beneath and around your supple form, clinging to you as he empties himself inside. It’s unbearable, the feeling of you squeezing so tightly around him, the erotic sensation flowing through him. Dropping his mouth open, he groans, grunting slightly. Rolling his hips upwards drags it out, the lingering euphoria making him sigh. 

“H-Honey,” He chokes out, gasping as he calls for you. 

“I’m here, daddy.” Nuzzling into his neck, you grind your hips down onto him, feeling the muscles in his stomach and legs twitch. 

Holding the back of your head, he turns to the side, kissing your cheek firmly. “Baby.”

Unfortunately, your intimate moment is cut short by a few rapid knocks to your door. 

“Servizio in camera!”

Sighing heavily, Jack then groans, the vibrations rolling against you. “Let me get this, honey.” Kissing your cheek again, his hands fall to your hips, gently moving you. 

Lifting your hips up, he slowly slides out, plopping down onto his lower belly. A few drops of his cum slip out from between your legs before you’re moving to the side, laying down on the bed. Before he stands, he glances down at the mess on his stomach, resisting the urge to taste it again. He knows the combination of your arousal is always so sweet. 

Grabbing one of the white towels from the walk-in closet, Jack wraps it around his body, securing it at his waist. When he strides into the living space, he turns, closing the double-doors to shield you. Listening closely, you hear him open the main door to your suite, allowing the man in. The cart can be heard, and so can your husband’s baritone voice as he tells him where to put everything. 

“Posso aiutare con qualcos'altro, signore?” (Can I help with anything else, sir?)

“Sì,” You know that word, at least. “Lenzuola di ricambio?” (Yes, spare bed sheets?)

A few more moments of conversation and Jack is back in your shared room, smiling at you. The smell of your food prompts you to sit up, releasing an excited breath. But he doesn’t bring the cart in.

“Are we eating out there?” You ask, moving to stand. But then he approaches the end of the bed, stalking towards you. “I don’t know where you think you’re goin’.” Leaning forward, he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m not done with you yet.”

#this was so lovey #and got so sexy #and a little filthy #just how things should be #I love you daddy #daddy whiskey #agent daddy whiskey #daddycember #daddycember 22 #daddycember 2022 #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x female reader

[whiskeynwriting]

Your Camera Roll…

When you come back from vacation with Daddy Whiskey 🥰

Daddycember Masterlist

#daddyyyy #you're SUCH a cutie #omg #I love love love these #daddycember #daddycember 22 #daddycember 2022

[whiskeynwriting]

You're the queen of agent whiskey smut, my dear! 💕 Is there a chance we are getting daddycember this year too? 🥺 I'd love to read more about them

Absolutely my dear! Prepare for a Daddycember posting schedule tomorrow! Sneak peak of this year’s mini series under the cut 😉

Also, the queen of agent whiskey smut??? That is a title I’m P R O U D to wear.

#Daddycember #Daddycember 2022 #Daddycember 22 #Daddy Whiskey #Agent Whiskey #Agent Daddy Whiskey

[whiskeynwriting]

Hey Liv, I hope you’re doing well

Just wanted to pop in and say how much I still adore all you’re work you’ve made recently.

Daddycember has me yearning so badly.

I need Jack so bad.

I love you and everything that you provide for this community so much and I will never get tired of reading your writing.

Love you!

Hi my lovely!!

The words that I am reading, oh my lord. Thank you for your kindness and love, it’s truly part of what keeps me going. I’m so grateful for you 🥺♥️ I love YOU

#I’m not crying #omg #🥺♥️ #daddy whiskey #agent whiskey #Daddycember #Daddycember 22 #Daddycember 2022

[whiskeynwriting]

Hiiii 💕

Just want to check in and tell you that you are the gift that keep giving ❤️

DaddyDecember is so good I am so excited for the new parts,God it makes the holiday season so much better ❤️❤️

Sending hugs ❤️❤️

Oh my goodness, thank you so much 🥹 I’m so thrilled that you love the series, it really means so much to me ♥️ sending you hugs right back 🥰

#I love the love #thank you so much bb #daddy whiskey #agent whiskey #daddycember #daddycember 22 #daddycember 2022

[whiskeynwriting]

Just want to say that Daddycember is absolutely and utterly AMAZING!!! 🥰☺️😏🥵🥰🥵☺️☺️☺️

I’m always so blown away with your writing and how you write Jack, you’re truly amazing!

Thank you so much my love 🥹♥️ you literally always support me and have for so long and I’m incredibly grateful for you!!

Thank you for your kind words toward this mini series. If you don’t already know, it’s my own mini world and daddy whiskey is everythingggg to me, so it means so much to know you love my writing with him ♥️🥰

#thank you baby #I love the love #🥹♥️ #Daddycember #daddycember 22 #daddycember 2022 #daddy whiskey #agent daddy whiskey #agent whiskey

[whiskeynwriting]

daddycember keeping me motivated and positive during December final exams season 🤠🤠🤠

thank you

Hell yeah!! I wish you all the best my love!!! I’m glad Daddycember can bring you all the good vibes this holiday and exam season 😊🥰♥️

#you got this babe!! #I believe in you! #Daddycember #daddycember 22 #daddycember 2022 #daddy whiskey #agent daddy whiskey

[whiskeynwriting]

I cannot stress how PERFECT your Daddy Whiskey fics are. Like every single one. INCREDIBLE!! I am so happy Daddycember is back!!! I want my own Daddy Whiskey for Christmas 👉🏼🥹👈🏼

Oh my gosh, thank you so much!! 🥹♥️ I literally live in these pieces and it makes me so happy to know that you like my writing! Especially when I write for daddy 🥰🥰🥰

And I’m THRILLED about Daddycember, and I’m so happy that you are too!!

#thank you so much for the love bb #daddy whiskey #agent daddy whiskey #Daddycember #Daddycember 22 #Daddycember 2022

[whiskeynwriting]

I can't believe Daddycember is done, I'm sad but also my heart is so full after the last fic. They're so in love and gonna be the best parents

I’m sad too 😭 I already miss my daddy ☹️ but now he’s my baby daddy 😍😍😍 and I can’t wait for it 🥹♥️

#oh lord I love him #that cowboy stole my heart #Daddycember #Daddycember 22 #Daddycember 2022