Daddy ✧𐬾𖦹
★ Summary: your dad was off for a “business trip” which left you alone in the house. You decided to treat your pretty mind with a party and a bunch of alcohol. You were so stressed from university anyways. You deserved it. Though, you come home to a stern Jack, of course this was the only time he cared and sent his very good friend—practically your uncle—just your luck.
★ Tags: forms of taboo. Father’s best friend since you were little. Young user. Mentions of cannabis, alcohol and partying. Light mention of daddy issues. User calls Jack uncle a few times (NEVER DURING INTIMACY) pet names usage like baby girl and baby. They definitely play into the age gap. Some fluff and angst at end. Fingering. Dirty talk. Etc…
★ Word count ~ 1.8k
★ Author note: Sorry for adding the end. Let me know if you guys want more. I just always get so confused at the end of smuts like this because then what?? Like we never address it. So yeah thats why i shined a little on that aspect.
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“I know daddy.. okay. Yes, okay. Mhm! No boys, no booze, no pot. I promise.” You said while already picking out an outfit and feigning an innocent giggle.
Your dad was a busy man. He’s gone on many business trips in the past.. though you’re certain some of them are not entirely for work. Yet, this was any other trip. Which meant: the cutest pair of pumps, shimmery eyelids, a scent that smelt like candy and the intent to get shit faced. It may sound disrespectful, but you loved when you had no supervision. (Which was often)
When finished getting ready you got picked up by your friends and set off your mission to find a house party while passing a joint.
The next few hours followed of crammed rooms, flashing lights, buzzing bases, and way too much pot and alcohol.
This stage of the night was dangerous because you immediately wanted to get laid. Though, every single time you tell yourself that you need to find a man for the night you never do because they just aren’t your type.
I mean seriously, fraternity boys who are probably coked up and near violent while also probably having multiple STD’s? No thank you. You liked your men sophisticated. Even if that meant you were kind of a hypocrite, because this party side of you was like a child.
At the end of the night you uber home and hold your glittery pumps. They were white, they matched your eyelids, your dress was baby blue. A tent dress with a boat neckline. Vertical pleading running up the far too short dress. Your hair was no longer cutely blown out in curls. Now messy and desperately needing a shower.
You get in the house and drop your heels you sigh finding the kitchen to get any other liquid that wasn’t alcohol in your system.
The house wasn’t silent. The TV was playing what sounded like a hockey ga… why was the TV playing a hockey game? You go into the living room to shut it off but end up seeing a manspread’d jack.
You freeze. Your blinks becoming some how slower and your lips parting in the process of your breath hitching.
“..your home late..” he murmured as he looked you up and down. It didn’t look dirty to you, I mean you were a mess. He was studying your obviously guilty state. That didn’t change the feeling of heat forming between your thighs.
“I— daddy didn’t say that you’d be here uncle Jack..” you used the uncle title which you only did to sound like a kiss ass, and in this case you were trying to spare your ass.
He huffed out a gruff laugh. “Don’t uncle jack me.. wher’ve you been?” He murmured. Placing his second halfway drunken beer down and crossed his beefy arms across his chest.
“Out..” you feign innocent. Kind of twirling on your feet. A nervous habit that made you look so adorable. God how could he even stay mad at you?
“Out?..” he repeated back. It turned you on when he would do that. When he would repeat back what you would say to him. Even if it were as simple as ‘out.’
“Doing?..what, drinking? Smoking?… fucking?” The voice that came out of his lips was scarily calm. The tension was palpable. You couldn’t tell if it was the anxiety of being caught, or if you could feel his arousal straining against his jeans
You chew on your lip and flush especially when he hesitated on the last word. “N-no.” You kind of hiccup. Slowly fluttering your eyelashes from the floor back to his impossibly warm eye contact. Even when he was mad.
“Don’t lie to me baby girl..” he murmurs, a warning. Which meant strike one. Your lip caught between your lips and your thighs squeezed together. A habit when he called you that. And he knew it.
“Well—“ you began. You sigh knowing you couldn’t come back from this. Daddy would kill you if he knew.
He wets his lips and pats the spot on the couch next to him. You slowly but surely made your way over. Folding your knees up so that your feet were on the couch. Your thighs leaning toward his lap in the process.
If you were completely honest the closeness wasn’t helping. You weren’t a child anymore. You were now a woman. And you cuddling against him like a cat is no longer very innocent.
His eyes trace the way your already too short dress rode up to expose more of your soft skin.
Both of you don’t speak for a moment. He lets out “if you don’t speak I’m gonna have to make you baby..” he says while looking over at you.
Normally, with that threat you would giggle like a brat. But he was being dead ass now. You swallow.
“I went to.. a party.. a house party. With my friends. I ubered home before the party ended..” you said nervously.
“What’s daddy gonna say when I tell him?” His hand is placed against your knee. Jesus did he really have to say it like that?
“No— Jackie please don’t tell him. Please…” you whined out. Intoxication evident in your tone.
“No? What’s he gonna say if he finds out you did this under my care?” He tilts his head mockingly. His hand going lower down your soft thigh.
“H-he won’t know..” you pout “please uncle Jack. You were a college kid too, you understand..” you practically sniffle and he sighs. Fuck, you begging like that really did numbers on him. You studied as his jaw clenched.
“Go get ready for bed..” he murmurs as he withdrawals his hand. He sighs rubbing his hand over his gorgeous face. “I don’t know what to say to you right now..” he says like a dissapointed dad.
You don’t argue further. He watched you walk away and practically bites his knuckles from the sight. Forcing his focus back to the hockey game, frustrated.
You shower. Taking extra care to your hair. You exfoliate and make sure to apply lotion post shower. You put on your pajamas and crawl in your sheets.
You toss and turn until you have completely turned your comforter inside out. You groan and pop up. You slip on your slippers and set off your mission for Jack.
You sigh when you find him in the kitchen. “Couldn’t sleep?” He said pulling another beer out of the fridge. Your frustration rooted from his easy dismissal and your easy compliance. I mean seriously. Who did he think he was?
When he looks you up and down while in your nightgown your frustration completely deflates. You nod. All you can manage.
“Are you mad at me?” You murmur. You sounded like a scolded child rather than an angry college-student.
“No.. I—“ he lets out a scoff laugh “I’m not mad baby. I’m disappointed.” Fuck why did that turn you on? “You sound like daddy.” You shot back quickly. Too quickly.
Your cheeks tinted in pink when you see his eyes darkened. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He said gruffly.
“I— I just meant that.. that’s a dad saying.. you.. you sounded like dad.” He tilted his head. Shit that was so taboo, but when you said it so adorably he couldn’t help but imagine that name on your lips.
“..I don’t want you to be disappointed with me..” you murmur “I know honey but l can’t help but be worried.. especially when I care about you so much..” he speaks to like you he did when you were little. When you were fragile.
Now it was like he was purposefully trying to get you needy. You guys came closer until he had his arms wrapped around you.
Again, it’s like you guys were trying to act like showing affection like how you would when you were much smaller was going to help anything.. but it didn’t. It just made the tension between you more noticeable.
You realized what the tension was. It wasn’t one sided 13 year old you feeling tingly when he would come in after working on daddy’s yard, it wasn’t the anxiety of being caught.
The tension was recognizing eachother not as family friends.. not as a weird father-daughter relationship that you two enjoyed far too much, but as a woman and a man.
You look up at him and he sighs. “This okay?” He murmurs against your skin. You let out a whimper of instinct and nod.
He groans in response. “Yeah? Use your words for me baby.” Everything was moving so fast now. “T-this is fine.” You murmur weakly.
Silence for a moment. You feel your knees go weak at the possibilities of what could happen or what thoughts might be running through his head.
“Can I go further?” You let out a soft gasp and nod. “I want you to use your words. You’re no longer a child baby girl.” The contraction in his sentence made your stomach flip
“Yes.. please go further.” He lifted you onto the counter and splitted your knees to insert his hips. He kisses down your neck. Your breath was shallow as your hands went to the hair on the nape of his neck.
His hand is already trailing down to dip his fingers into your panties. “Fuck you’re wet.. how long have you been wet for me honey?”
You whimper “ever since I saw you man spreading on the couch.” He chuckles “poor baby. You’ve been wet for me this entire time?” he murmurs softly in your ear
“Your dad would kill me if he saw how I was treating his his little girl..” he murmurs while speeding his fingers up. “Hm?”
“Y-yes.. I.. I’d be in so much trouble.” You whine. Jack isn’t unaware of his sleaziness right now. He actually felt guilty. But the way your walls were fluttering around his digits was addicting.
“It’s okay baby.. I’m here. You don’t have to worry about him.” That made you see stars just from words alone. Of course he wanted to say things like that
“You can call me daddy if you want..” he murmurs. You moan “fuck! Jackie you can’t say that.” You bite your lip “oh no I can’t? This cunt seems to love it.. should I stop?”
You’re already close “no.. Jackie please.. I’m gonna come.” He smiles “good.. good girl.. that’s my girl.” He speeds up. You can slowly feel your walls tighten
Nerves begin to converse in your finger tips and toes and all of it comes crashing in. Your small fingers squeeze around his biceps.
Pawing at a grasp of reality while he finger fucks the spongy part inside of you. “Mmm.. good girl. You did so well.. daddy’s so proud of you..” he murmurs softly.
Your forehead went to his shoulder and he tutted “ah ah.. look at me.” You lift your head and he puts his fingers in his mouth to taste your heat
You gasped. “Sweeter than I thought..” he murmured. He grinned at your shocked expression
“Okay let’s get you to bed..” he helps you off the counter. Thoughts ran through your head. Was this just a new thing? Was this to never be spoken about? What were the rules?
He placed you in your bed and kissed your temple “I’d sleep with you but I’d be too tempted..” he murmurs while brushing the hair out of your face.
“What are you thinking about?” He waits “what now?” You chew on your lip. “I don’t want you to overthink honey. I..” he sighs
There were many possibilities. You guys could have a secret relationship, you guys could have very.. very nice sex from time to time, or you guys could act like nothing happened.
And with that he lays in the bed with you even after saying no and holds you.
You guys didn’t know what you wanted but this was all that mattered. And even if your guys relationship was genuinly borderline father-daughter then.. well so be it.
