#a;dlkfaj;dlfkj what do i even tag this as besides filth

[thegarchives]

but i got wise (you’re the devil in disguise)

pairing: agent jack “whiskey” daniels x fem!reader

this is literally just "cody imagines whiskey fucking her reader in her favorite skirt". (for reference, it's a full-length black lace skirt i bought for a fucking evanescence concert).  warnings: unprotected sex (wear a condom!!), vaginal fingering, oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, jack's got a lot of nicknames for reader, vague D/s undertones that are probably less vague than i intended, praise kink, one (1) instance of spanking/impact play, couch sex

watching movies with jack was always a dangerous game, because the man was incapable of keeping his hands to himself. sometimes it was innocent, his arm wrapping itself around you to tug you onto his lap, his lips pressing soft kisses to your hair every so often, the two of you too content and worn from the day to do much more.  other times, though. like now. he hadn't even let you try to sit anywhere on the couch but in-between his legs, constantly distracting you from the tv with lingering kisses and wandering hands, trying to work you up and fucking succeeding. 

well. it was a boring movie, anyway. 

"shh, darlin'," he murmured against your cheek. "don't pay me no mind."

right. sure. just ignore the way his hand was sneaking under the hem of your skirt, his thumb hooking the elastic of your underwear and tugging. you tried to turn towards him but his other arm braced itself across your chest, keeping you pinned. his lips went to your neck, teeth nipping at the delicate skin he found; you'd have bruises later, you could already tell.  the thumb he had hooked around the waistband of your underwear tugged again, more insistently. "lift your hips for me, baby," he said lowly. your breath hitched in your throat as you complied and he pulled your underwear down, down, down, getting it past your knees and then letting it drop down to your ankles, where you kicked them off with an embarrassing amount of hastiness. you felt him grin against your neck. "don't get too excited, now," he said, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth. "i'm taking my time with you today."  your hand, where it had come to rest on his thigh, clenched. "jack-" "open your legs for me." you shuddered at his words, at his tone, at the promise in them. he shifted to give you more room and you opened her legs; your floor-length skirt still protected your modesty but without your underwear beneath you still felt exposed. the arm around your chest moved, his hand carding through your hair to tug your head back towards him and his mouth, kissing you deeply.  jack's mouth had barely left yours when you felt his fingers pressing at the seam of your lips, and you opened your mouth obediently, sucking and laving your tongue over and between his fingers. you hummed and jack groaned, pressing his fingers deeper, nearly making you gag.  "so pretty like this, babygirl," jack praised. your eyes fluttered shut at the sound. "fucking love watching your mouth on me." he shifted and you could feel his cock pressing into your lower back, hard and insistent. "pull up your skirt for me, now." your hands scrabbled down your thighs to tug the material up; you felt him chuckle behind you at you eagerness. you were already slick between your legs, and the spit from your mouth only helped as his fingers slid into your folds, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your clit.  it knocked the breath from your lungs, every time he touched you like this. his hands, big and warm and safe, stretching you just so. your hips jerked forwards of their own accord, desperate for more friction, and his other hand pulled at your hair in admonishment. "now, now, baby," he murmured, mouthing at your throat as you tried to rock your hips into his hand. "be good for me or i'll stop." a high whine left your throat and you immediately stilled, your hands bunched into fists to keep from clawing at jack's thighs. he rewarded you with a hard press of his thumb on your clit, the sensation near cataclysmic. the two fingers he had curled deep inside of you moved languidly in and out, at a tempo far too slow for your liking, but jack had said be good and you wanted to be good, wanted to be so good for him- you hadn't realized you'd said any of that aloud until jack was kissing you again, clumsy this time, his lips moving hard against your mouth. "so fucking good for me," he groaned, "always such a good girl for me." the praise sent a wave of heat to your head and pleasure between your thighs. jack broke the kiss abruptly and removed his hand from your cunt, and you whined at the loss, your nails digging into jack's legs; he was too busy reaching to tug your shirt off and over your head, your bra quickly joining the growing pile of clothing on the floor.  "up, darlin'," he huffed, "my pants-" you slid off of his thighs to kneel facing him, your hands knocking his out of the way  to undo his belt buckle. as soon as the button and zipper were undone you hooked your fingers into his belt loops and yanked, pulling his jeans and briefs down to his knees. his cock slapped against his lower belly, fully hard. as much fun as teasing jack was, you didn't have the patience for it at the moment; you leaned in and swallowed him down as far as you could go, your hands circling what you couldn't fit, relishing the sound jack made when he threw his head back and moaned.  "ffffffuuuuuuuuuck," he hissed. "your mouth, babygirl, your perfect fucking mouth-" pride and white-hot arousal bloom low in your belly as you bobbed your head up and down, letting your tongue drag slowly against the underside of his cock. jack's thighs are shaking and his hips rut up into your mouth, threatening to gag you. you let him do it a few times before you suddenly pull off of his cock, spit and precum dripping obscenely out of your mouth as you look up at him through your eyelashes. your hands squeeze him too tightly to be comfortable and jack whines, looking down at you, betrayed.  "now, now, baby," you tease, your voice rough and starting to crack. "be good for me or i'll stop."  his dark eyes bore into you before he huffs out a shaky laugh. one of his hands reaches down to cup the side of your face, his thumb and index finger sliding down to grab a firm hold of your chin.  "you brat," he says fondly, affection in every letter. "guess i deserved that, didn't i?" you hummed noncommittally. dipping your head to catch jack's thumb in your mouth, you sucked on it slowly, reveling in the way it made jack's breath hitch in his chest. "come back up here, sweetheart," he groaned, "wanna watch you ride me." you whined, getting impossibly wetter at the thought. jack helped you up off the floor and you settled on top of him, caging him in between your thighs. jack gathered up the long hem of your skirt and tucked half of it into your waistband, giving him a clear view to watch your cunt line up with the head of his cock. you closed your eyes as you sunk down, engulfing him completely, your head thrown back at the sensation of him filling and stretching you so perfectly. no matter how hurried either of you were, jack always gave you time to adjust to him, staring at where your bodies joined like he was having some sort of existential epiphany. jack must have felt you tense in preparation to lift yourself up, because his arms suddenly wrapped around your middle, tugging you against him and using his strength and size against you to keep you still. you mewled and ground down on him, unable to move while he just peppered kisses along your jaw, one by one, til he got to your lips.  "just a minute, angel," he replied to your unasked question. "let me feel you just a lil' longer."  "jack," you cried, desperately trying to move against him; he only squeezed you tighter while his mouth dipped down to lick and bite at your nipples, stimulating you everywhere but where you needed it. "jack, please, i wanna-" one of his large hands came down on your thigh, hard; you whimpered at the sharp pain of it, strong enough to accentuate your pleasure but not so strong that you couldn't take it. you could already see a mark forming on the meat of your thigh, could even make out the individual finger marks of jack's sturdy hand. you stilled completely, trying to remember how to breathe properly.  "there. was that so hard?" jack cooed, coming back up to bite at your lips. the same hand that had smacked you rubbed gently over the welt, soothing the sting. "be still for me just a little longer, baby." oh how you wanted to disobey, to shove him back against the couch and use him for your pleasure, to come on his cock the way you'd been desperate to since he first put hands on you; but you listened, keeping your hips as still as possible, waiting for jack to be finished with his ministrations . (you may have clenched your walls around his cock, making him gasp wantonly into your mouth, out of petty revenge).  "you know what?" jack said, leaning back to look at you, a wicked grin stretching his features, "i've changed my mind." before you could ask him, jack had grabbed you and pulled you off him, practically throwing you back onto the couch. you didn't have time to react before he was knocking your legs apart, crawling over you to slam his cock back inside of you, setting a brutal pace.  "you're impatience is wearing off on me, baby girl," he panted into your ear, one of his hands reaching to grab your knee and hitch your leg higher. "said i'd take my time, but- fuck- want your pussy so fucking bad, couldn't fucking wait anymore-" you try to say thank god, but all that comes out of you is a high-pitched keen; your bastard of a boyfriend just laughs, driving his hips down faster, shifting until he finally starts hitting that place inside you that makes you see stars, and now you can't even pretend to control the noises that are falling out of your mouth. the entire couch is shaking, along with your thighs as you try to pull jack even closer in, not sure you'll ever actually be close enough. you feel one of his hands sneak down to rub at your clit and you throw your head back so fast you hear it crick. "fuck!" you cry, your entire body taut like a bowstring, waiting to be let loose. you think you might be saying words, words that sound like, "jack", "please", "wanna come", but it's just background noise to the slap of skin on skin and the obscenely wet sounds of your cunt as jack fucks you deeper and deeper into the couch.  "i can't hear you, angel," jack growls. his hips start to slow and you mewl pathetically, clawing at his back with your nails. "did i hear you ask to come?" "yes!" "i don't think you want it bad enough," jack replied cruelly. his hips slow to a crawl. "wanna hear you, baby. want everyone south of the mason-dixon line to hear you. c'mon, angel. beg for me." the sound of frustration you let out was inhuman. tears spilled over your cheeks and you lost all sense of what was coming out of your mouth; maybe you called his name, maybe you spoke in tongues, maybe you made a deal with the devil (it always felt a little bit like that with jack). but you were finally loud like jack wanted. he pistoned his hips in and out of you, his self-control already cracking as you continued to cry out beneath him, unaware of anything else but where his body met yours.  somehow, your orgasm snuck up on you, overwhelming your senses, pleasure overtaking any clear thought as you shook apart beneath jack, crying, whimpering, babbling nonsense that might have been his name. you're not aware of him slamming his cock into you faster, or his rhythm faltering as he chases his own release- you don't come back to earth until he slumps down half on top of you, panting into your neck, his cum slowly dripping down your thighs. jack's kissing every part of you can reach, paying special attention to your still-heaving chest. "fuckin' perfect, darlin'. fuckin' perfect." you silently preen under the attention, even though you're too exhausted to move. you card your fingers through his hair and he sighs, his head settled between your breasts as you both catch your breaths. you glance over at the tv and notice that the movie is over, the credits rolling. jack must have noticed it too, because you feel him huff in amusement. 

“you know, one of these days, we’re actually gonna watch the entire thing.”

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