#kingsmen golden circle

Hold It Right There

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x fem!reader

A/N: this is for @djarinsbeskar’s challenge to write something out of your comfort zone! I was tasked with writing Agent Whiskey and domming the heck out of him the actual prompt was this gif so like. That’s the vibe.

Word count: 2.8k

Warning: Whew boy. Sub!Jack/dom!reader, “good boy,” oral sex (f and m receiving), hair pulling, bondage, orgasm delay, edging, use of toys, PiV sex (cowgirl ), honestly it’s filth.

Whiskey gets this way sometimes, after a particularly hard mission. It had been difficult for you to understand before you knew about his real job, the one where he had to jet around and save the world on a regular basis. Once he confided in you though, it was easy for you to see what he needed, and it didn’t hurt that you enjoyed it just as much as he did.

When he comes home and he’s like this, looking so tightly wound he’s about ready to snap, you know exactly what Jack needs. You had given him time to change out of his flight suit and into his usual dark blue jeans and white tee-shirt before you showed up at the door of his room.

You stood there for a minute, admiring Jack’s fine ass in his absurdly tight jeans, but you were the one with a mission now.

“Agent Whiskey,” you address him, waiting for him to turn and look at you.

He turns to you almost immediately, recognizing your tone of voice and knowing better than to make you wait. He inhales sharply as he takes in the vision you present before him.

You’re wearing positively sinful lingerie in his favorite color, a bright red lace bra and garter set with all kinds of fun straps and matching stiletto heels. He takes another deep breath when you tilt your head and nod toward the ground, already knowing what you want him to do.

Jack drops to his knees at the edge of the bed in front of you, folding his hands behind his back and looking up at you expectantly.

“Your weapons please, Agent Whiskey?” you phrase it like a question, but your face tells him that it’s a command. He unloops his whip and lasso from his belt and dutifully hands them over before returning to his previous posture.

“Such a good boy,” you purr, running on hand through his hair, scraping over his scalp with your nails, and you relish the moan he lets out at even that simple touch.

You take a step back and widen your stance slightly, unwinding Jack’s lasso and thinking about your next move. You can’t help but preen a bit as the powerful and dangerous Agent Whiskey kneels at your feet. It’s not new, but it never fails to surprise you how quickly he drops into that headspace when he’s ready to.

After another minute, you decide on your course of action and set your plan into motion.

You walk around the bed and you can feel Whiskey’s eyes tracking you as you go, even though his head is bowed, but you don’t look down or meet his gaze. Instead, you eye him up and down as if you’re appraising him. He keeps his eyes averted and waits patiently for you to tell him what to do next.

You walk back in front of him and then climb up on the bed, settling against the headboard and spreading your legs before beckoning for Jack to join you. He goes eagerly, moving to rest between your open thighs before you stop him by delicately placing the toe of one heel on his forehead.

“Hold it right there, sir,” you tell him, tilting your head to look down at him. His lips almost drop into a pout, but when one of your eyebrows peaks, he thinks better of it and looks down, waiting for your instructions.

You let him stew for a few more moments before withdrawing your foot, setting it next to him on the bed and dropping your thighs to either side of his shoulders. He slowly places one hand on your leg and raises his eyebrows to you, waiting for permission. You nod and he smiles before sliding his hand up the inside of your leg and lifting it, setting the crook of your knee on one shoulder. He repeats his motions on the other side and then stops to stare up at you expectantly.

You cross your ankles behind his head and pull him forward so that his face is hovering right over your center. You can feel how wet you are inside your panties, and when Jack looks up at you with a sparkle in his eyes, you know that he can tell how turned on you are too. You reach down to thread your hands into his hair and pull him the rest of the way down, shoving his face into your clothed core.

One thing to be said for Jack “Whiskey” Daniels is that the man understands the assignment. Once you’ve given him permission to touch you, he wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you in place, eating you like a starved man. He runs his tongue over you in flat, wide stripes, just enough to get you worked up and aching for him. He uses his teeth to pull your underwear to the side and circles your clit delicately with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard.

Your moans egg him on as you run your hands through his hair and use your hold on him to guide him as he works you over. You know Whiskey loves this, and it’s gratifying to watch his hips grind small circles into the bed as he eats you out. He works you up quickly, alternating between licking over your clit and thrusting his tongue inside you, letting his nose bump over your sensitive bundle of nerves with each pass. You can both tell that you’re on the edge when your hips start grinding up on his face of their own accord, your hands fisted tightly in his hair to hold him in place.

You come with a shout, Jack’s tongue buried deep inside you as he lets you ride it out, his arms wrapped around your legs and moving gently in time with your thrusts. When you gather yourself, Jack is waiting patiently beside you, sitting on his heels with his hands clasped behind his back again.

“What do you say we get you out of that shirt and get this taken care of?” you ask, walking on your knees over to him and cupping the obscene bulge in the front of his jeans.

He nods, and you bring his arms forward to help him strip out of his shirt and toss it aside. Next, you gesture for him to lay down on the bed. He glances down at his still-clothed bottom half, but he doesn’t question you and moves to rest on the bed with his back against the headboard.

You quickly move to straddle his hips and grind down onto him, soaking the front of his jeans with the moisture between your legs. His hands shoot forward to grab your hips, but you stop him before he can with one peaked eyebrow.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

His hands drop to the bed and he looks disappointed but doesn’t say anything. You eye his lasso sitting on the nightstand and grab it, tying a knot in either end before slipping them over his hands and drawing them up to the headboard. You’re pressed up against his chest, nose to nose with him as you render him helpless against your will. Your eyes search his, looking for any hint of hesitation before whispering “You good?” but Whiskey only nods and stares up at you with a mix of trust and awe.

You finish securing Jack to the headboard and then lean back to admire your handiwork. Jack looks gorgeous like this, his thick dark hair mussed from your hands, his beautiful brown eyes so lust-blown they look black, and his mustache still glistening with your arousal. His strong shoulders flex against the lasso and you’re proud to see that the ties hold and he’s completely at your mercy.

You push up on your knees and move back so you’re settled between his legs, smirking up at him as his arms flex and pull against his lasso, desperate to touch you. You lean over and lick a stripe up his torso from his waist to his collarbone, and he hisses when your chest presses over his painfully tight jeans.

“Do you want these off, baby?” you coo, running your hands over his clothed thighs, just brushing against where he wants you most.

“Please?” he grits out, straining against the instinct to buck his hips up toward you.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” you undo his jeans and tap his hip so he’ll lift up off the bed so you can slide them and his boxers down over his muscular thighs. Jack lets out a sigh of relief as his erection springs free and you can see there’s already precum welling up at the head.

You keep your eyes on his the entire time as you lean over and press a soft kiss to the tip before parting your lips to let your tongue dart out and lick at it. His hips buck up almost immediately at the sudden stimulation, but you pull back and press your hands to his hips.

“Hey, you’re going to be good, aren’t you? Going to lay there and take what I give you? At least if you want to come, that is…” Whiskey nods slowly and his hips drop from underneath your hands.

“Please?” he asks, a little breathlessly. You can tell that he’s desperate to come, wound up from pleasuring you and all your teasing, but you’re determined to make him wait a bit longer.

You lean forward and lick his head, swirling around like you’re sucking on a lollipop, and every time he makes a sound, you pull back. After a few minutes, Jack is huffing and straining against his bonds, torn between desperately trying to be good for you and needing to come.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you coo, gripping him in your hand and sliding up and down, not tight enough or fast enough to get him off, just enough to keep him on the edge. Whiskey looks down at you and groans as he takes you in, kneeling between his legs, licking your obscenely red and cock-swollen lips as you stroke his dick.

“Well, aren’t you just as pretty as a picture?” he breathes.

You slap the inside of his thigh harshly and grip the base of his cock hard, “Did I say you were allowed to talk?” He shakes his head and then drops it to the headboard with a groan.

You reach into the nightstand beside the bed and pull out the toy you had stashed there earlier in anticipation. Whiskey’s eyes light up when he sees you bring out the small bullet vibrator and you smile, knowing what you have planned for him. You run it through your slick folds, moaning obscenely as it brushes over your sensitive clit. Jack sucks in a breath and bites his bottom lip, watching you intensely as you turn the toy on and tease yourself with it.

“Oh baby…this isn’t for me. It’s for you,” you smirk as you grip his cock firmly at the base and place the vibe on the tip. He groans and his hips lift off the bed at the sudden overwhelming sensation. “Shh…I thought you wanted to be good and come?” He slams his mouth shut and you can tell he’s straining to keep his hips from bucking up as you tease him with the toy, all of the lines of his body taut and the cords of his neck visible as he works his jaw.

You smile as you sit back on your heels and tease Jack with the vibrator, watching him fight against his own body to behave for you and be quiet and still. His hands tighten into fists and relax as he aches to touch you, but he’s fully at your mercy, and it’s glorious.

You place open mouth kisses along the inside of his thighs, working your way up as you continue intermittently tightening your grip on him and running the vibe over his weeping tip. Looking up to meet his eyes, you turn off the vibrator and release your hold on his cock before sliding your hand and the vibe down to rest where your other hand had been. You turn the vibe on to the lowest setting and stare up at him, holding eye contact the entire time as you drop your head to wrap your lips around his head and suck hard.

Whiskey moans brokenly and his eyes roll back as his head thuds against the headboard, his hands clenching and pulling at his binds. You pull off his cock with a “pop” and smile up at him. “That’s it, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

He’s close, you can see it in his body, hear it in the soft sounds he makes as he tries to be good for you. You wrap your lips around him again and turn the vibe up as you take him as deep as you can, not stopping until you feel him nudging at the back of your throat. You fight the urge to gag and instead swallow around his dick, reaching down with your free hand to play with his balls. When his eyes close and his mouth drops open, you pull back and he whimpers at the loss of contact.

When he realizes what just happened, Jack’s eyes fly open and you can see him considering saying something, but you quirk an eyebrow up and him and he decides against it. You run your hands over his thighs soothingly, pointedly avoiding his painfully hard cock on your passes.

“Are you ready for me?”

Jack nods silently, watching you closely, and you can feel your heartbeat pounding inside your chest as you move to straddle Whiskey’s hips and his cock slides against you. You plant your hands on his broad chest and rock back and forth slowly, never sinking down, just letting him feel you. His eyes are wide as he stares up at you reverently, and you decide that it’s time to put your good boy out of his misery.

Leaning forward to press your lips to Jack’s, you sink down onto him. As he cries out in relief, you moan at the feeling of finally being filled after spending so long teasing him. You stop moving as soon as he bottoms out, just enjoying the closeness and his lips working against yours. You can tell that he wants to move, that it’s tortuous for him to finally be inside you and not thrust into you, fast and hard, the way you both like it, but he stays still for you.

You start out slowly, lifting up so that just his tip remains inside you before dropping down again, and Whiskey’s eyes stay on you the entire time. It’s almost overwhelming, the power that you feel when he’s vulnerable and pliant like this beneath you, and a fresh rush of arousal washes over you at the thought. You start moving faster, working your hips back and forth as you brace yourself on his chest, and you can tell that it’s not going to take you long to come like this.

Whiskey must feel the same way, because his eyes are frantic and he manages to grit out “close,” as his hands wrap around the headboard and his jaw tightens. It’s beautiful to watch him try to maintain control for you, but you’ve made him wait long enough.

You lean forward and your lips brush his earlobe as you whisper, “Come for me.” And he does. He cries out and his hands tighten into fists as his hips buck up of their own accord and he rides out his high. You clench around him as you feel him flooding you with his cum and you rock down hard, slamming your hips into his, and then you fall apart right behind him.

Your arms give out and you collapse onto Whiskey’s chest as you try to catch your breath. You feel him trying to bring his arms down to wrap around you, as if he had somehow managed to forget that he was tied to the headboard. The thought makes you giggle as you sit up and stare down at the beautiful man underneath you. You quickly untie his hands and rub at his wrists, carefully checking for any rope burn or bruises.

“I’m just fine, sugar,” he tells you, seeing the concern on your face. He does wrap his arms around you then, and pulls you back down to his body, his softening cock still inside you. “Could stay like this all day with you in my arms.”

“It wasn’t too much?” you ask, tilting your head up so you can meet his gaze.

“It was just perfect. Darlin’, you’re perfect. Always know just what I need. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jack.”

So…this is the lingerie I had in mind if you were wondering… and as always, hugs and kisses and thanks so much for reading!

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