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4k1 | Joel Miller x fem reader Summary: Joel takes you to Degradation Town Warnings: 18+mdni. CNC. PWP. Assault, gun threat, degradation, size kink, oral (m receiving), boob job, fingering, pussy slapping, face slapping, bondage, unprotected piv, rimming, anal, cum eating a/n : @aurorawritestoescape and I wrote this fic together. How amazing is that, to meet someone who lives in another part of the world, and to write a 4 hands fic. We want to thank our Dark Queen @toxicanonymity for creating an amazing community where Kate and I met đ€ Love you both đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶ The fic is named after The Kills album âKeep on your mean sideâ and the song âHitchedâ. ao3
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It was a warm day at the beginning of the fall. The breeze was a bit chilly but the sun rays filtering through the canopy of the forest trees didnât let you get cold. The crunching of dry leaves under your steps made you feel uneasy. You didnât want to attract any clickers. Your gaze was on the ground and you were searching for some mushrooms.
Your thoughts carried you to the time when you would go foraging with your parents, many years ago. It was a hobby back then, not a necessity. You felt a dull pang in your chest. The memory of such a distant past now, as if it happened not in another life but in a completely different dimension, not to you but to a version of yourself.
Deep in thought you missed another set of steps crunching the fallen leaves. Suddenly you sensed someone elseâs gaze on you and was about to turn around ready to take your gun out to protect yourself, but it was too late. Huge arms gripped you from behind squeezing your frame tight and keeping your arms pressed to your body.
âThe fuck?!â you exclaimed and tried to headbutt the man behind you but he swerved your hit. You were fruitlessly wiggling in his steel embrace.
âLet m-me go, you fucker!!â
âShhhh..â the man shushed you, placing his hot palm over your mouth to shut you up. His hand smelt of smoke and along with a loud drum of your heart you felt a tingle between your thighs.
He quickly disarmed you, taking your gun out of your holster and throwing it away into the bushes. The man was huge and strong and you were helpless against him. Yet you couldnât give in so easily. So you quickly lifted up your foot and stepped down hard on the attackerâs boot.
âFuckinâ bitch!â
He winced and pushed you hard on the ground. You fell on all fours, got up to run but he quickly grabbed you by the hair and pulled you back to face him. âNot so fast, little slut!â
You screamed with a pain stinging your eyes, and looked up at him towering over you. The man was in his late fifties. His dark eyes were boring into you under the frowning brows. A gray shirt was strained by his broad shoulders and muscular arms. He was wearing jeans and you couldnât help but glance at his prominent bulge. Was he semi hard? Now you had little doubt about the plans he had for you.
Your eyes darted from tree to tree trying to see if he was accompanied or alone.
âWhere dâya think you're goinâ like this? You must be fuckinâ stupid to walk in the woods by yourself.â
He was holding your arm tight. You tried to pull away but he was too strong. You tried to reason with him, your voice shaky and small, âIâm not alone. I'm here as a scout, my group is close.â
âItâs cute, but I donât think so. Youâre on my perimeter. The only group here's mine. Itâs so deserted around here, itâs been ages since Iâve come across a woman like you.â
He put his hand on his crotch.
âLike me?â
âOn your kneesâ
âDonât think so,â you spat out at him.
He smirked and pulled his gun out from the back of his jeans.
âOn your knees. Donât wanna repeat.â
"No, wait. I can... we can work it out. Make trades.â
He pointed his gun at you and growled, âLast warning.â
You stared down the barrel contemplating your next move.
âFuckâŠâ
He smirked again.
You got on your knees and he undid his belt before letting it fall to the ground. Then he unzipped his jeans, took out his cock, and approached you.
Your eyes widened and he smiled, âYeah, I know. Now suck.â
âPlease. Donât do this to me.â
He removed the safety of his gun and pointed the barrel at your forehead.
âYouâre really starting to piss me off.â
You stopped resisting. He just wanted you to suck him off. Could be worse. You might as well make him cum quickly in your mouth and be rid of it.
You quickly licked the tip of his cock, before placing your lips on it. You had trouble taking it all in your mouth, and you kept your lips only on the tip.
âDamn, you donât even know how to suck a cock?â
Keeping the gun pointed at your forehead, he grabbed the back of your head with his other hand and held you still, while he thrusted into your mouth with a buck of his hips. He grunted, and keeping his hand against your head, began fucking your mouth at a quick pace.
âYeah thatâs it. Take it. Fuckinâ slut. Not used to sucking big cocks, are ya?â
Tears were beading in the corners of your eyes, you could barely breathe, his cock was hitting the back of your throat with each stroke. Your hands were gripping the jeans on his strong thighs. He stopped abruptly, keeping his cock buried deep in your throat.
âDonât you dare fucking move.â
You waited, trapped between his grip and his cock. Then he released you and withdrew completely. You coughed and sputtered, holding your sore throat.
He laughed, âI donât know how you survived this far. Surely not by sucking cocks. Again, now!"
You shook your head but he held you the same way as before, thrusting in and fucking your mouth fast and deep again. He tucked the gun into the back of his pants and grabbed your head with both hands before claiming you even faster and harder. He paused again, staying deep in your mouth, and said, "Good girl."
He pulled away and said: âMaybe you could get better with practice. Too bad I don't have time to find out. You're not worth wasting food on."
Before he could grab his gun, you quickly got up and ran towards the nearest trees, so he couldn't shoot you in the back. But he was fast, and didn't even try to reach for his gun. He ran after you and within seconds he was on your heels. He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you down.
You plunged down on the ground, dry leaves softening your fall. You tried to crawl away but he straddled your ass. The man was heavy and you felt your hips sink into the soil under you.
âGet off me! Take all my stuff⊠Just let me go!â you pleaded but he just laughed. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. You cried out and winced at the sensation of his patchy beard scratching your cheek.
âStupid slut, ya really think I need your junk?â he growled in your ear and nuzzled your neck. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation.
âYour holes are all that you're good for.â
He turned you over roughly and straddled your hips again. He clasped both of your wrists with one hand and pinned them over your head. He was panting and you saw drops of sweat on his forehead. His odor, an overwhelming mixture of sweat and musk, reached your nostrils.
You were staring up at him with your eyes widened by fear. His grin was carnal and he was ogling down your body. Then he grabbed the neckline of your tank top and pulled it down in one swift motion, ripping the fabric easily. You cried out feeling the burn on your skin. Your whole chest was exposed to him now, and he quickly grabbed your breasts, squeezed them and then painfully twitched your perked up nipples. A whine escaped your lips which didnât go unnoticed by him.
âAinât I lucky? Got myself a real whore. My men will love your pretty sounds when theyâre stuffing your needy cunt.â
He let go of your hands and you were about to fight when you saw him take out his gun.
âLetâs start easy,â he said and you felt the cold muzzle pressed to your forehead.
âPush them together,â he pointed at your breasts with a jerk of his head.
You followed his order, pressing your tits together. You did not want to get shot. His hand reached behind your neck and he lifted up your upper body. âMake âem nice and juicy for me.â He was squeezing your neck tight and you glanced up at him with glossy eyes.
Then you dropped your head down and spat. It landed on your chest and slid down between your breasts.
âMoreâ, he commanded and gave your head a shake. You gathered more saliva in your mouth and opened your lips to let it dribble out. The manâs gaze followed its path, his eyes blown out, and when it reached your plush breasts he began smearing the liquid over your tits with his thick fingers, gliding them through your cleavage and then rubbing it over your perked up nipples. You whined.
The man stood up on his knees on both sides of your hips and took out his leaking cock. You were following his every move pushing your breasts together for him to use.
âLook at you! Waiting to be titty fucked. Bet thatâs why you were walkinâ alone in the woods- were waitinâ for a nice big cock to find ya.â
He grabbed you by the neck and quicky pushed his cock between your tits and started fucking them. You were sitting as still as possible, watching him use you for his pleasure, his mouth agape and half lidded eyes devouring the sight of your glistening breasts massaging his cock.
You were mesmerized by the movements of his tip sliding closer and then further away from your face.
âDonât just stare, slut, lick it!â
Still holding your tits for him, you stuck your tongue out and every time the angry red head approached your face, you kitten-licked its weeping slit.
You pressed your thighs together looking for some pressure on your pussy. You moaned softly and the man noticed it. Still looking at you with dazed eyes, he smirked.
âWhat is it, little whore? Your pussy wants attention, huh?â
Having said that, he released your neck and not expecting it you fell back on the ground.
Pointing the gun at your face he kicked your thighs apart with his knee. âLetâs see her.â
You inhaled sharply, and did what he told you- slid the jeans and panties down your legs exposing yourself to him. He snatched the underwear off your ankles and pressed them to his nose.
He closed his eyes, breathing in your scent and slowly pumping his throbbing cock. âSoaked them through, ya dirty girl. Your sloppy cunt really wants my dick.â
Then he leaned over you with a groan and shoved your panties into your whining mouth.
âTaste, yourself, slut. Come on. Open your legs. WiderâŠâ
You opened up your thighs and looked up at him. His broad frame covered you from the sun completely, his face close to yours. The taste of your own slick turned you on.
One second you felt his fingers at your entrance and the next he plunged them into your pussy. The arousal flowing out of you made the intrusion almost painless and you felt so full so fast, your head started spinning. His groan brought you back.
âMmm, fuck yeah, so wet. Bet you can soak many cocks right now.â He lowered his head, pulled your panties out of your mouth and grazed his lips over yours, not kissing you yet your heart seemed to stop at that moment. âSâgood that I stumbled on ya, little slut. My men will be pleased.â
As fast as he filled you, he pulled his fingers out and sat back on his knees between your thighs. Your pussy clamped around nothing. You felt a cold breeze on your wet folds and wiggled on the ground.
âLie still!â the man snapped and slapped your pussy so hard you yelped and started crying. You chewed on your lip trying to control your emotions but all of them drowned you whole and your chest was shaking with sobs.
The attackerâs dark smile sent chills all over your trembling body. He quickly gave your poor pussy another blow, less painful yet you tried to close your legs. That really angered him.
âFuckinâ pain in the ass. Canât stay still, dumb whore. Youâre gonna get it anyway.â
He grabbed your neck with one hand, and you instinctively stood up following his movements, your throat already sore from the way he fucked your mouth.
He dragged you to his backpack and pulled out a rope while maintaining his grip on your neck. You felt all your hairs stand up, and the blood left your face. He pulled you to the nearest tree, against which he pinned you, back to the trunk. He pressed himself to you, straining his hard cock against your naked pussy. He put your hands above your head and tied them to the tree with the rope. He squeezed so hard while tying your wrists that you started sobbing again.
He took a few steps back to look at you, naked from the waist down, your breasts exposed, your top torn in half. Then he took his cock in his hand.
âNoâŠplease⊠I'll do anything"
"Oh, you will", he said, smirking.
He came up, pressed himself against you and spread your legs with his knees, before pushing his cock into your pussy. You cried out, being split open by his huge member. His fingers had prepared you a little but he was so big and girthy you felt a slight burning. He put his hand over your mouth and asked âReally wanna scream and get my men here to ruin your holes?â
You froze looking into his dark hungry eyes.
âSo? Fuckin answer me.â
You shook your head.
âThatâs better,â he said, removing his hand.
He sped up the thrusting but the position didn't allow him to fuck you as deep as he wanted. So he grabbed your thighs in his hands and put them around his waist, before sliding into you again and bottoming out this time, in one go.
âNo! No⊠pleaseâŠ. I canât.â
He growled against your ear scratching your cheek with his stubble, picking up the pace.
âFuckin slut. Gonna take you back to my camp. My men will enjoy your⊠fuck⊠your pussy.â
"No! Please!"
âOh fuck thatâs good. Your cunt is fuckin tight. FuuuuckâŠâ
He was making you bounce on his cock, holding your thighs so tight against him that he was hitting your cervix with each stroke.
âHow many guys can fuck you before you pass out, huh? Your pussyâd be so full of cum that weâd call you our cumbag, before fucking you again. So long since we fucked a wet hole like yours. Oh fuckâŠ. thatâs good.â
He didnât slow down and still was fucking you just as hard and fast. You couldnât help but moan as his dick was massaging your g-spot.
âYou have so many holes to fill, dumb slut. It would be a shame to use just one, yeah?â he asked, panting against your ear. âWe can fuck your pussy, mouth and ass at the same time. Fuck all your three holes, for hours. What'd ya think of it, bitch?â
Suddenly his hands let go of your thighs and you put your feet back on the ground, your legs weak and shaking after the pounding. âLetâs see your ass, slut,â he murmured and started untying your hands. When your hands were free you almost fell on the ground exhausted but he grasped your hair and pulled you up.
âNot done with you. Turn around.â
âPlease, no,â you begged, your voice quiet and weak but he answered your pleading with a slap on your tear-stained cheek. Your skin burned and not wanting to make him angry again, you followed his command and turned around. He grabbed your hands and pinned them around the tree like you were hugging it, tying them together.
His finger glided along the scratches on your back and ass, left by the tree bark after his rough fucking and he slapped your ass cheek so hard your breath hitched. A half moan half sob left your lips and you pressed your body to the tree to get further away from your attacker.
âWhat are you doing? Please, no⊠not that.â You begged him with tremors in your voice.
He didnât answer. You turned your head to look at him, but his eyes were fixed on your ass. He spread your cheeks with his hands.
âDamnâŠ,â he said.
He left one of his hands on one of your buttocks to keep spreading them, and brushed your asshole with his fingers. Without lingering on it he glided them down to your pussy and plunged two fingers into you.
âCanât believe yaâre soaked getting fucked by a stranger who jumped you. You wanted that, huh? Fuckin slut.â
He drew his fingers out, and this time went back up to your asshole. He placed his middle finger on your ring and gently pressed it. Surprisingly gently, considering how violent he had been so far.
That didnât stop you from panicking. You couldn't take it there. He was too big.
He pressed harder on the ring. The tip of his middle finger prodded inside just a little. He went back to your pussy and collected your wetness again, then returned to your ass, gliding his fingers along your skin on the way. He pressed on your asshole, and this time it gave in more.
You were paralyzed. Restricted by the rope on your hands, by his physical power. By your fear which froze you.
He pressed his body to you, and whispered in your ear, âThis one is really tight.â
You swallowed, and wondered if he was really gonna do it. If he was just trying to scare you, or if... and then he pushed his middle finger in further, up to the knuckle. He moved it in and out, but you were so tight around his finger.
He removed it and pressed his cock to your ass. He whispered in your ear, âHow am I gonna fit all my cock in it? You should relax if you donât want it to be too painful.â
You felt him kneel behind you. He spread your ass cheeks with his hands, wide. And spat. You felt saliva flow from the top of the crease of your ass, down to your asshole. He didn't move, as if he was watching it slide.
The moment you felt the liquid reach your ring, he added his tongue to it. He slid it down and spread the saliva around your tense muscle.
And he licked your ass, slowly. He didnât rush it. His hands were still spreading your buttocks, his mouth not leaving your asshole for a second, working his tongue over it. He pulled back slightly, and licked his middle finger before pressing it against your rear entrance. He went in easily this time. He took it out, and added a second finger. You bit your upper arm. Again he licked your ass. You felt his tongue searching you, his saliva moistening your hole.
âMmmâ, he said.
He got up and you heard him spit into his hand, before applying the saliva to his tip. He grabbed your shoulder with one hand for leverage and pressed his cock against your ring.
You struggled, pulling on the rope.
âFuck! Stop that, youâre pissinâ me off again.â
You didnât stop until you heard the click of his gun again. Then you felt the cold metal against your temple and froze.
âIâm gonna fuck your ass. Whether youâre alive, or not. Your choice."
His voice was ice cold.
You closed your eyes and relaxed your muscles as best you could. And you felt him push. Force passage. It seemed like an eternity, and he growled against your ear.
âSoâŠfuckin tight.â
In a second the tip of his cock entered. You gasped from the pain.
He pulled back before pushing again and you cried out.
âShut the fuck up, bitchâ he said, before putting his hand over your mouth and pressing the muzzle to your temple more firmly.
He made back and forth movements, bigger and bigger. Sinking into you a little deeper each time.
âOh yeah⊠oh fuck! Oh that assâŠ. fuck.â
He picked up the pace.
âYou know what I want now? I want ya to cum on my cock. My big cock ruining your ass.â
You shook your head. No way youâd give him that. But he slid his hand down to your pussy, pushing you away from the trunk a little. He lingered on your clit, before burying two fingers in your pussy.
âStill dripping.. such a good slut for me.â
He applied the same rhythm to his cock and his fingers. You bit your lip, trying not to give him what he wanted. He felt your holes contracting, his fingers still in your pussy.
âNo⊠stop it.â
You felt the gun press to your temple again.
âGimme what I want. I want you to squeeze my cock while you cum.â
You felt your body react to his fingers. The wave was coming. You tried to stop it, but to no avail. Your breathing quickened.
"Oh, yeah. You're gonna be a good girl for me, I can feel it. Fuck, youâre really gonna cum for a man you donât know, a man whoâs assaulting you. What kinda whore does that?â
He kept sliding his thumb over your clit, two fingers in your pussy, his cock in your ass. Your core tightened as you came with a long moan, not being able to hold back any longer.
âOh fuck yeah! Squeezing my cock and my fingers. What a slut! Oh fuck!â
The waves of climax shook your body time and time again. you shut your eyes tight feeling your holes clamping around his cock and fingers.
âFuckin hell, little thing, itâs so tight. Nah, wanna see your face.â He pulled his cock out of your asshole and his fingers left your stretched pussy. He rushed to untie your hands, his cock throbbing and smearing his precum and your juices on your back.
He roughly turned you around and being absolutely spent you plopped on your knees. The man didnât mind. His hand grabbed your hair and he held your head up, his glistening tip being just a few inches from your face.
âGonna paint your face now. Open wide.â You parted your lips and closed your eyes but he slapped your cheek again.
âEyes on the prize, slut!â
You followed his command and looked at his big veiny hand pumping his cock vigorously. It was drenched with your combined fluids and the sounds of squelching and his heavy breathing filled the air around you. He moaned and started coming, shooting thick ropes of cum on your face. You felt them on your cheeks, nose, tongue and lips. In your mind you thanked him for not coming into your eyes.
He milked the last drop out of his cock and then looked down at you with half lidded eyes. The lips twitched up with a small smile as he observed his work.
âOh, look at ya, all filthy, my little slut,â he cooed at you mockingly. âShow me.â He took your chin with his fingers and lifted it up. You opened your mouth wider showing his cum glistening on your tongue. He huffed with a proud look. âSuch a good whore for me. Now letâs clean you up.â
Still holding your face by the chin, he began collecting his spend with his finger and wiping it on your tongue. You felt his salty cum slide down and into your throat. Your eyes teared up but he didnât let you close your mouth until your face was clean.
âSwallow,â he said calmly as his hand left your chin.
Your throat contracted, downing all of his cum and you licked your lips. Then you opened your mouth again, stuck out your tongue, showing him the result and looking up with a teary and adoring gaze. His hand cupped your cheek and he stroked it with his thumb.
âThank you, Joel,â you said quietly and he gave you a soft smile. He helped you up and held you close against him, rubbing your body and warming it up.
âThought you were gonna use the safe word this time. I got carried away,â he murmured, kissing the top of your head.
âNo, itâs fine. Iâm a tough girl,â you whispered, tilting your head up to look at him. He kissed you, gently and lovingly, as your body and soul found comfort in his embrace.
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Other fics that Kate and I have written together:
The burglary - Joel x f!reader x Tommy - dead dove, noncon
Bad girl - Joel x f!reader x Tommy - dubcon
The hounds of hell - Javi x f!reader x Steve - dubcon
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You draw Jamil so well he is SO stunning
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THAT REALLY MEANS A LOT TO HEAR I WASNT REALLY 100% FEELING THAT JAMIL ART SO THE REACTION MADE ME REALLY HAPPY THANK YOU đđđđđ„șđđđđ
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directly confronting you with the difference between Dom/switch/sub and top/vers/bottom. learn the meaning of these words!!! please!!!!!
#hey wake up: new kink poll just dropped#i love polls#dom bottom#domb brain#please rb and tag comment etc đ
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heya you don't have to post this unless you want to, I just wanna say it's really kind of you to be so supportive of my lil side project. it hasn't gone unnoticed and I appreciate you <3 (but also please don't ever feel like there's some kind of obligation to keep up with it)
hope you're doing ok and taking care of yourself! may the wingdings be with you (he's always with you) B)
(i may have accidentally neglected my inbox on my brainrot frenzy)
well, you will be happy to know i use my social media as my own little personal archive â so i always only engage with and share things I feel like it resonates with me! you know, on a personal level.
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You love my degradation and I love your praise, babyđ thank youđđđđ
TABLE FOR THREE
Joel Miller x f!reader x Dave York || 3,2k
Summary: youâre having a great time on your date but a man from your past interrupts it and makes itâŠbetter?
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, mfm, not specified age gap, dom/sub dynamic, infidelity (readerâs, in the past), manhandling, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, degradation, slut shaming, m!oral, cum eating, mutual masturbation, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, light spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism (they donât get caught),mention of violence, pet names (baby, kitten, babygirl, sweetheart). Pics are for the mood only, reader has no specific physical descriptions.
A/n: this is filthy, yâall. Big thank you to an insanely talented writer @bonezone44 for inspiring me with this post. Smooching and hugging @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and screaming about this story with me. Love you all, hope youâll enjoy it!đ dividers by @saradika-graphics
PT 2 WHOâS YOUR DADDY? || MASTERLIST
Your boyfriend Dave and you are having dinner in your favorite restaurant. Your regular booth is tucked in a corner, hidden from the prying eye of the other guests. You two love coming here because you can enjoy each other without being seen, thanks to the tall backrests. Now youâre laughing, kissing and Daveâs hand is resting on your upper thigh, barely covered by your short skirt. His thumb is caressing your soft skin and your mind brings you back to the night before when he was railing you while you were sucking on the thick finger and moaning like a whore.
Suddenly a man plops on the seat in front of you with a smug smile.
Joel fucking Miller.
âShit, shit, shit,â you repeat in your head as your heart freezes.
âHello, sweetheart. Knew it was you. Saw you in the window passing by.â
He motions somewhere to the right of you and you inwardly curse his sharp eye.
âWant to introduce us, baby?â Dave asks with a cold tone in his voice and throws his arm around you in a possessive gesture.
You clear your throat and say as calmly as possible while panic twists your stomach.
âItâs Joel Miller, myâ ehm, old friend.â
Joel chuckles, âWell, if old friends fuck like rabbits and live together for 3 years then I guess Iâm that.â
He keeps laughing as youâre boring your eyes into him.
âJoel is my ex,â you admit, highlighting the last word with an expression of disgust on your face.
âEx?â Dave repeats, narrowing his eyes and taking in the man sitting in front of him â older than him, much older than you, a broad torso under a worn out denim shirt, a big fist resting on the table and by the look of it, the man works with his hands. Joel seems to be calm and confident, but judging by the way you tensed, the break up wasnât pleasant.
âWould never imagine you with a guy like that, sweetheart,â Joel says with a smug smile.
âAnd what guy am I?â Daveâs voice is coated with steel.
âNot like me, pal. Iâm a simple working man, and this one always went for sweaty dirty men like me. Youâre all suited up,â his piercing eyes slide to you and he asks, âShootinâ out of your league, sweetie?â
âFuck you,â you bite back and Joel smirks. You wanna slap his face so much but Dave takes your chin between his fingers, turns your head to him and looks into your eyes. His gaze under the furrowed brows scares and excites you.
âIâll handle it.â
âOk, Dave,â you mewl with a little nod and return your eyes to your troublesome ex.
âItâs her business who she dates. And mine. I guess your relationship ended badly, and Iâm sorry, but shit happens, man. Move on.â
Itâs so hot how calm he is and you feel your core burn with desire.
Dave pulls you closer to him with his arm still resting on your shoulder and rubs your collar bone with his thumb. Joelâs eyes follow his movements and he rasps,
âDonât be sorry for me, pal. Iâm fine now but ya gonna get burned if you donât drop this slut.â
âYou motherfucking pieceâ,â you sit up ready to start a fight but Daveâs hand, that a second ago was caressing your skin, flies to your throat and he pushes you back to the seat, not squeezing your neck but holding you seated by his side.
He shushes you and you canât help but gush.
Itâs a usual thing for him to be rough with you in bed, you love the way he manhandles you, breaks you every time you fuck, little by little, making you his. But he has never shown this side of him out of the bedroom. The idea that heâs so dominant with you around people sends electricity of arousal through your body.
With widened eyes you see Joelâs lips twist in a satisfied smile and anger burns your insides with a scolding ire. Only your boyfriendâs steady voice slightly calms you down.
âJoel, you seem like a reasonable man. What would you do if some asshole interrupted your date and started calling your girlfriend a slut. What I would probably do is break his jaw and then his legs.â
Not losing his smug smile, even after hearing your boyfriendâs threat, Joel raises his hands in front of his chest and explains,
âI donât want any problems with youâ itâs Dave, right? Iâm doinâ you a favor. Givinâ you advice. Keep away from this minx. Sheâs good to look at and great to fuck but sheâll use you and then sleep with half of your crew.â
You curse and Dave puts his palm over your mouth. Itâs big and warm and you feel your panties soak more.
âCrew?â
âI work in construction. I found out this bitch had slept with half of my team. Married guys, single. She was a hungry slut and I donât think anything changed.â
He laughs and you try to take Daveâs hand off your mouth but he grabs your wrists with his strong fingers and keeps your hands on your lap.
âSit still and let me listen, kitten. Or daddy will be angry.â
You swallow loudly, as your nostrils flare and pussy aches. Only your eyes can move now, darting between the two men.
âI like you, Dave, you have her under your thumb. I was too soft and kind with her. And women like her donât appreciate kindness.â
Joelâs eyes shift between you and Dave as he continues, âDon't tell me you havenât noticed. âs her nature. Her needy cunt always craves a fat cock. And oh boy, she always knows how to find it.â
You growl under Daveâs palm and he tightens his grip in warning.
âShh,â he whispers in your ear and then turns to Joel with his eyes narrowed.
âI believe you.â
You hum in protest, wriggling in Daveâs steel embrace, and he takes his hand off your mouth.
âDave, donât listen to him, heâs just jealous.â
Joel chuckles, shaking his head.
âYou canât deny the truth, sweetheart. I caught you with a guyâs dick in your mouth, my friendâs dick. And then I beat the truths about your affairs out of the others.â
You glance at Dave with scared eyes but he isnât looking at you. His pensive gaze is set on Joel.
Then he turns his face to you and blood freezes in your veins.
âI did notice how you looked at the waiter just now, kitten. And that bartender. I know you gave him your number.â
You shake your head, opening your mouth to protest, but he interrupts you.
âJoel isnât lying. I can tell.â
âHe is! I didnât âŠâ
âEnough!â
You immediately shut your mouth, as soon as Dave slightly raises his voice. He trained you well after all.
âFuck, good job, man. Look at her. So obedient but still a little feisty.â
Dave smirks and you see pride in his eyes when he hears your exâs words.
âAnd she knows how to take cock, huh?â Joel looks at you, adjusting a bulge in his jeans.
Youâre glaring at him but your mind bursts with images from your past, him pounding into you, his huge cock stretching you so deliciously and then pumping you full of his thick cum. His skilful fingers could make you explode in minutes and youâd never forget the way he ate your pussy. Dave is perfect in bed but Joel was unforgettable.
âLook at âer, sheâs probably creaminâ right now, the way sheâs starinâ at me.â
Dave smirks darkly and looks you over.
âLetâs find out.â
With that he shifts in his seat, slightly turning his big body to you, and his hand on your thigh slides up and under the hem of your skirt.
âDaveâ, you breathe in sharply, widened eyes looking at him.
âShh, baby, Iâm just gonna check.â
His hand pulls your skirt up and he sees your black lacy panties. Joel grunts and leans forward placing his big hairy forearms on the table so he could see what Dave is doing.
Your boyfriendâs thick fingers slip under your panties and you blurt out,
âIâm wet because of you, Dave.â
âIs that so, kitten?â Dave asks but doesnât look at you. His dark gaze is set on your clothed cunt as he pulls your panties to the side, exposing you to his and Joelâs eyes.
âFuck, Dave, youâre the man,â Joel praises your boyfriend and you see hunger in the older manâs eyes. Youâre so turned on right now, you know youâre dripping.
Dave tsks when he spreads your folds apart and your cunt blooms for them - your clit throbbing, skin glistening with your slick. The cold air hits your pussy and you softly moan.
âDave, people could see,â you whine and try to close your legs but Daveâs hand stops you and you feel his lips at your temple when he says, loud enough for Joel to hear,
âLetâs ask your old friend to sit next to you and cover you from the passers-by. Will you feel more comfortable, baby?â
You glance up at Joel and though you hate his guts, you canât deny that you want the fucker.
You nod and Joelâs lips stretch into a wide carnal grin.
He gets up and you salivate at the sight of the huge bulge in his jeans. You desperately want to see his cock, touch it, lick it, suâ
Dave interrupts your thoughts, shifting to the side and pulling you with him to make room for Joel. The seat is meant for two people and when Joel plops next to you, turning to you a little, your body gets sandwiched between their huge frames. You feel so small, so helpless around the two men and your clit twitches as the arousal floods your core.
With your pussy still out in the open, you glance at Joel when he wraps his arm around your waist and fans your cheek and chest with his hot breath. The familiar scent of cigarettes, whiskey and Joel's musk hits your nose and you quietly whimper.
âMissed me, babygirl?â Heâs leaning to you and you move away, pressing your body closer to Dave.
Your boyfriend reads you like a book. He knows that youâre acting skittish but itâs just a facade. You want it, you want them both.
âBaby, you did wrong by Joel. I think we need to apologize. How about we let him play with your pussy? Daddy wonât be mad, I promise.â
You look into Daveâs eyes and see that heâs not lying.
âOk, daddy,â you purr and Joel barks a laugh.
âTold you she always wants it. Our little slut.â
You bite your lip hearing âourâ but Dave shakes his head.
âSheâs mine, Joel, donât forget that. But I see that she hurt you, and you have a right to punish her. Use her however you want.â
Joel throws him a nod. âThatâs fair.â
With that his big calloused hand cups your pussy and slightly squeezes it. You look at Dave as he watches your exâs hand touch you and his blown out eyes send another surge of wetness into Joelâs palm.
âI missed your sweet cunt, babygirl,â Joel whispers in your ear while his middle finger slips between your folds and he prods your soaking entrance.
âFuck, sheâs so wet, Dave. I remember how she used to soak me, her slick was fuckinâ everywhere. Wonder if she tastes the same.â
You see his finger leave your pussy as he brings it to his mouth and licks it clean.
Dave groans and you moan, watching Joel taste you.
Suddenly you feel a slap on your pulsating clit and you jerk, crying out a little too loudly. You cover your mouth with your palm, scared that the people will notice what the men are doing to you but Joel and Dave only chuckle.
âI fucked her last week in a changing room and she moaned like a little slut but now sheâs all embarrassed.â
âI loved it about her. She looks so innocent but when you get her going⊠fuck, she jusâ loses her mind at the sight of a cock.â
You feel your cheeks burn but Dave doesnât give you a chance to wallow in your delicious shame and inserts two thick fingers into your wet hole.
You moan his name and he kisses your cheek, before he begins sliding them in and out of you in steady rhythm, whispering obscenities in your ear,
âMy little slut,â âbet people can see usâ, âyou donât care, right?â, âI know youâd make us fuck you right in front of everyoneâ, âplay with our cocks, baby, câmon.â
When you hear his command, your hand immediately darts to his bulge and you hastily unbuckle his belt with one hand, open his dress pants and pull out his stiffening cock out of his boxers.
âDonât forget about your friend, kitten,â Dave rasps, spreading his legs wider, and you unzip Joelâs jeans and take out his already hard manhood.
Their cocks are exposed now and standing at attention, both gorgeous, long and thick. Joelâs is a bit girthier, but you salivate looking at both of them. You canât deny it, you have a great taste in men.
You spit on your hands and grab Daveâs member with your left hand and Joelâs with your right. They both grunt, when you start sliding your hand up and down their throbbing cocks and you revel in the sense of control theyâre giving you. Their slits are leaking on your skin and you glide your palm over their fat tips, gathering their precum to make the cocks wetter.
Youâre a mess yourself, the seat under you is getting slippery because of the juices seeping out of your pussy, thanks to your boyfriendâs fingers.
Joel is softly growling, watching your hand pump his cock and Dave working your cunt. âFuck, I missed you so much, babygirl,â he admits and grabs the neckline of your top. He tugs it down exposing your naked breasts, your perked up mipples and Joel takes one between his index finger and a thumb and shakes his hand up and down. You whimper at the pain that swiftly morphs into pleasure while your tit is bouncing. Joel hunches down and takes it into his hot mouth, gently sucking on it. Your hand flies to run through his hair and your eyes flutter shut, as your climax approaches.
âCome for us, kitten. Soak my fingers,â Dave orders and Joel pushes you over the edge when his fingers find your pulsating clit and he swirls it with his pads while his mouth is still latched on your puffy nipple. Both Dave and Joel are playing with your cunt and soon youâre writhing between them, as waves of euphoria are lapping at your body. You try not to scream but itâs almost impossible, so you bite your lips till you taste blood, desperately trying to hide your ecstasy from the people in the restaurant.
When your orgasm subsides and you slump in your seat, breathing heavily, Joelâs mouth leaves your breast and their fingers part from your messy pussy.
You languidly stroke their cocks, feeling them thrum in your hands.
Dave turns your face to him and kisses you, licking into your mouth, claiming you as his in front of the other man. While your lips and tongues are caressing each other, you hear Joel almost moan from the pleasure your hand is giving him and you part from your boyfriend to whisper,
âHeâs gonna come soon, daddy.â
âWant his cum, kitten?â
You nod and he smiles.
âSit on my cock so I can fill you up. And give your mouth to Joel.â
âYes, daddy.â
You fix your top and Dave helps you to sit on his stiff member. You both moan at the sensation but Joel curses at the absence of your hand on his ready-to-explode cock.
When you lean down, bringing your mouth to his length, the older man coos, âwhat a good little slut. Want my load, babygirl?â You look up at him and breathe out a sultry âyesâ.
âCâmon, milk our cocks, kitten,â Dave commands with a light slap on your ass and you clench around him, making him grunt.
You take Joelâs manhood in your mouth and itâs like those years apart didnât happen. The taste of his skin, the shape of his cock are so familiar you moan, thinking how much you missed it.
Dave slowly rolls his hips into you, holding your hips with his strong hands and his length slides in and out of your clenching wet hole. You feel the second climax build fast, so you move your hips up and down to make him fuck you harder.
âMan, you did wonders with her. Sheâs such an obedient little slut now,â Joel praises your boyfriend as their cocks are filling your body from both ends.
âItâs a work in progress, but sheâll be a good girl in no time.â
The way they talk about you like youâre not here, like youâre not pierced on their hard cocks is so delicious that after one hard thrust from Dave, you explode, unravelling on your boyfriendâs manhood as your moans are muffled by your exâs fat length.
Your trembling body sends the men over the precipice, and Joel starts spurting his warm cum in your mouth and you drink it, hungrily slurping till the last drop. As soon as youâre done swallowing your exâs load, Dave pulls you up by your shoulder and presses you tight to his body, wrapping his arm around your waist, the other hand splayed on your chest. You feel warmth in your core as his manhood is pulsing inside your pussy and filling you up with his big load. Joel tucks his softening cock back in his jeans, watching your boyfriendâs balls draw up and pump you full while your hole is stretched around his girth.
When Dave stops coming, he carefully lifts you up and quickly pulls back your panties. You sit back down between the men as Dave softly kisses your lips in gratitude and then orders you,
âDonât spill a drop, baby. Want you to soak your little panties through.â
âCan I see?â Joel asks the younger man, not you, and Dave gives him a short nod.
Joel brings his hand to your pussy and pulls on the band of your underwear. He peeks inside, seeing the creamy cum coat the gusset and your puffy folds.
âYou're so fuckinâ hot, babygirl. Did so good for us.â Joel mumbles in your ear and you glance up at him with a little smile. You canât deny it, you loved this fucker.
As if reading your mind, Joel shoots you a wink and looks at Dave again.
âWas nice meeting you, Dave.â Then he takes a card out of his wallet and puts it on the table.
âIf you wanna share the progress, training this one,â he nods at you, âgive me a call.â
Then he gets up, adjusts his bulge and leaves the restaurant.
Thank you for reading!â€ïž Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed the fic, it motivates me to write more filth for you, lovelies!đ©·đž
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Imagine being Boothillâs sweetheart before everything went up in flames⊠he didnât think you survived, but you did somehow, and you managed to get away from the terror and the flames. And he meets you again, in some far corner of the galaxy.
Heâs a galaxy ranger now, with a body made of metal and a core where his heart should be. But he still feels something click when he looks at you, even from the corner of his eye. He doesn't believe what he's seeing at firstâ he thinks that it must be some bug in his system. Some trick of the light. But despite his doubts he feels his feet move from under him, walking first, then running, until he's pushing other people out of the way and damn near sprinting to get to you before you disappear.
And oh, when he manages to reach youâ manages to stop you with a hand on your shoulder, he almost can't believe his eyes. He takes his hat off and presses it to his chest, the same way he had done when he asked for your hand a lifetime ago.
If he could cry, he thinks, heâd be a blubbering mess.
Because it is you. Because he'd recognize the curve of your cupid's bow and the shine in your eyes even from across a cosmos. Because you're here, against all odds and despite every nightmare he's had. You're here, and you're just as lovely as the day he lost you.
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[part ii of sugar, sugar] | [part iii] | [masterlist]
wolverine/logan howlett x neighbor!f!reader
rated e - 5.2k
tags: asshole friend!wade, (sorta soft) roommate!logan, baker!neighbor!reader, flirting, mutual yearning, miscommunication, immature humor, wingman!wade, light angst, oral sex, spitting, fingering, unprotected PiV, begging, floor sex
Even after you wake up alone, and almost late for work, it doesnât deter your interest in your neighbor - especially after the night you shared.
(Or - a miscommunication, and the following through of two late-night promises.)
You awake to the blare of Dolly Parton's '9 to 5'.
A time you wish your work schedule followed. Groggy with sleep as you reach for your phone, hitting snooze on your way-the-fuck-too-early alarm.
Collapsing back on your pillows, as the night before comes rushing back to you.
The party. Meeting Logan. Coming back to your apartment after.
An ache between your thighs that you definitely didn't have the morning before. Sitting up with a start, heart racing as your hand stretches out on the right side of the bed.
The sheets are cool, in-between the deep rips in the fabric.
You don't remember him leaving.
Had drifted off with an arm slung around your waist, one of the hardest sleeps of your life. Something inside you twists, leaving behind the sharp tang of disappointment.
It's not unusual, you suppose. You'd had your fair share of fuck-and-go's, and had even committed a few yourselves. But you thought last night had felt different.
There had been a connection, you were sure of it. The way he had touched you, kissed you-
You had just hoped...
The snoozed alarm goes off, and you catch the time. Forty-five minutes before than your usual alarm - the numbers shocking you into action.
Set earlier to accommodate a last minute change for a wedding - all of the cupcakes needing to be repackaged before the mother of the bride came at seven.
And you had volunteered, do-gooder that you were.
"Shit!â You hiss, scrambling out of bed. A whirlwind as you throw clothes on, banging into the bathroom to get ready.
Still muttering as you blow through the kitchen, snatching up your bag and keys.
"Why the fuck did I do that?" You grouse to yourself, skipping your usual morning coffee - you'll have to grab it on the way, "God, I'm fucking dumb, I always regret it."
The door slams behind you - as you rush down the steps, and out into the streets.
His claws unsheath with the bang of the door. Awakened from a dead sleep, his heartbeat jolting as he's thrown back into another life, in another world.
It takes him a full minute to come back down. His surroundings unfamiliar, the room still bathed in darkness.
A groan, when he remembers. The claws slipping back beneath, a sharp twinge as his skin knits back together.
It's too early for the late night he shared with you. Should have thought about you working in the morning, might have held back from the extra round the night before.
Had meant to wake up before you, slip back into bed as you dozed. You had dropped off in his arms the night before, lulled to sleep after he had coaxed two more orgasms from you, with the slow pump of his hips and circle of his fingers.
Dragging himself out to the couch once your breathing had gone steady. Tugging the homemade afghan off a nearby armchair, wrapping it around him as his eyes fixed on the door. Keeping watch, as he did next door.
Lulled to sleep, thinking about you. His eyes flutter shut for a moment now, the slightest pull of his lips at the memory.
Flinching again, when you barrel out of the bathroom. The light makes him squint - you havenât seen him yet, as he pushes himself up on an elbow. Your name soft hush on his lips, until he hears your angry muttering.
"Why the fuck did I do that?"
"God I'm fucking dumb, I always regret it."
Your tone laced with anger, woven in with the sharp tang of remorse.
The realization is a douse of ice-cold water, rising away the last dregs of sleep. Leaving him staring at the door as you yank it shut behind you.
Scowling, as he pushes himself up.
Nearly ripping the denim as he tugs his jeans back on. Finding his white tank and discarded flannel in your room, right where he had stripped them off the night before.
His jaw works, replaying your words.
He should have known. Shouldnât have listened to Wade. Shouldnât have listened to you. Shouldnât have let himself hope.
And for the second time, your door slams shut.
You think about Logan all morning, even as you put out fires at work.
The boxes exchanged - two-hundred and fifty rustic, individual cardboard carriers exchanged for sleek and shiny white ones, tied with a bow. The memory that runs through your mind even staves off your irritation at the last-minute work, a peppy smile and wave as you hand the boxes off.
The 'tied-up-in-knots' is a feeling that echoes in your belly. Your fondness for Wade is starting to come back, after the way you were ready to write him off for that absolute debacle of an introduction.
You'd been expecting something a little more... natural. Normal. A "hey, have you met my neighbor?" not one of the most embarrassing things you've had to live through with a near-stranger.
Maybe you should have known better.
But with the way the night ended, you can't bring yourself to be mad. Letting yourself get distracted as you replay the night, again - almost grabbing the wrong tube of icing as your mind wanders back.
Not only thinking about the way he felt - those wandering hands and how perfectly he fit inside you, how he had completely fucked your brains out - but him as well.
The conversations. The tiny crack you had made in his armor, the way he had shown you his claws. The drift of his fingers against your skin, when he had asked why you had gone to Wade.
Youâre thankful youâre working in the back today, with the way your skin heats from chest to ears. Quiet mutterings to get it to together.
And as the afternoon finally starts to lull, you find yourself gathering ingredients.
It wouldn't take long to make something small. The recipe is one you know by heart.
Maybe you can drop it off tonight. Maybe it will erase whatever you did to drive him from your bed and back to his apartment in the middle of the night. Maybe it will be a nice way to let him know youâre thinking of him.
Vanilla, flour, powdered sugar. Fresh, sliced strawberries.
Maybe you have it bad.
The box is tucked under your arm when you knock on Wadeâs door. Itâs still early in the afternoon - the hallways bright, traffic buzzing outside.
You fidget with the strap of your dress - something breezy, but still a little cute. An attempt to look like you have it together with looking like you tried too hard - something easier said than done.
Thereâs a fluttering twitch behind your ribs when the door opens. That curl of hope squashed when itâs not Logan that answers, but Wade.
Youâre quick to fix your expression, offering him a smile, âMorning! Late night?â
âIs it a late night if itâs still going?â A yawn, as he scratches at his ribs - fingers digging into the fabric of his cropped tee, âWeâre four seasons deep into a Supermarket Sweep marathon. If I could go back in time againâŠâ
The tv blares in the background, Al sitting in an armchair. The couch from the night before still sits empty, no sign of Logan.
Not that youâre checking.
âYouâd⊠want to host?â You offer, eyebrows raising.
âGod no. Can you imagine me in those sweaters? Way too much polyester.â He chuckles, âNo, Blind Al and I would sweep. Pun intended.â
Your head tilts, nose scrunching.
âI see you make that face, but that woman knows every goddamn aisle.â Wade sighs fondly, before heâs jolting - eyes fixing on you, âBut enough about the biggest regret in my life, how was your night?â
âOh,â You manage, âItâs was good-â
âJust good?â He scoffs, âHe gave you the greatest show and youâre saying itâs just good?â
A huff, muttered under his breath, âCanât remember the last time I took the skin boat to tuna town like that. Surprised youâre still walking.â
The noise you make is ugly - a broken groan. Embarrassment flooding with your nerves, cheeks heating, âIf you must know, it was great. Lots of wholesome, adult conversation.â
âUh huh. And a good, old-fashioned railing.â His tongue tucks against his teeth, âI get it! Iâve had him inside me too, it was quite the experience.â
That has you pausing. A beat, as curiosity wells in you, âYou meanâŠ?â
âWell, it was his claws,â Wade sighs wistfully, âBut how different can it be?â
You huff.
âI donât think thatâs the same thing.â
His brow lifts, âIt is, according to the internet.â
âSure, Wade. The Internet.â Your eyes roll, as you shift - adjusting the box as it rests against your hip, âSpeaking of though, is he, uh, home?â
Wade doesnât hear you. His eyes have already dropped, just noticing what youâre carrying. A tilt of his head as he peers through the transparent film on top.
âWhat is that?â His finger pokes the box, and your eyes dip down
âItâs nothing,â You start - but you know he wonât let it drop, âWell, actually, itâs - I uh, made him a-â
The words peter out lamely, as you hold up the box. Wadeâs teeth sink into the side of his lip, as he bites back a cackle.
âDid you seriously bake him a âthanks-for-the-sexâ cake?â
You blink, âNo!â
A pause, as mortification wells in you.
âOh my god,â Itâs a whisper, as your hand drags across your face, âOh my god, Wade. I baked him a sex cake.â
You shove at him as he laughs - his hands sneaking beneath your arm to wrestle the box away from you, âMm, youâve got it bad, girlfriend. This is pretty embarrassing, real hard to come back from.â
âThere was context!â You insist, reaching for it, âGive that to me.â
Wade twists - pivoting away from you, âOh ho, not a chance, Sugarplum.â
Your forearm presses into his chest as you lunge at him, but itâs all too easy for him to set the box on the cluttered end-table, barring you as he closes the door - trapping you both out in the hallway.
âHe earned it, from what I heard,â He chuckles, âAnd are you really gonna take it away from him?â
Youâre still mentally, and possibly physically, cringing. Leaning against the wall, while he blocks the door.
Wade is still grinning, a sigh as his arms cross,âGod, I wish he was here.â
And for the first time all day, youâre glad heâs not. It had seemed like a sweet idea but youâre left feeling like an idiot now - already planning on trying to sneak back in and grab it when Wade isnât looking.
âHeâs not?â Youâre fishing. Hook and bobber, a flick as you cast out your heart, fingers on the reel. Pathetic, perhaps, but you canât resist, âYou think heâll be back tonight?â
âOoh, the real reason you stopped by. I see how it is.â He sniffs, âBut no, Iâve got no idea. Left this morning with Laura, something about a job.â
A beat, before he adds, âWhich about time, bee tee dubs. Great face card, but Old Wadey here is about to go into overdraft.â
âLaura?â You parrot, without thinking. A frown creasing your brow, the slightest downturn of your lips.
He catches the expression immediately.
Wade smirks, âOoh, you are looking so green, Sugar. Never took you for the jealous type.â
An inhale of air between his teeth, head tilting as his hands brace on his hips, âGod I could make this so complicated right now. Drag this whole thing out to another chapter, but I wonât, because I just so happen to like you.â
A beat, before he puts you out of your misery, âLauraâs his daughter. Well, this worldâs Loganâs daughter. Well, heâs the baby daddy, but thereâs no mom. Well, itâs complicated.â
âOh.â You manage. Another detail to keep up with, something you tuck away with the rest. To ask Logan about later, when you see him - a feeling that he might be a little more coherent in his explanation.
âIâm sure youâll meet her.â Wade smiles, âGood kid, I mean, as good as you can be with that as a father figure. So much trauma.â
You hum. He had hinted at that. You couldnât believe that his world didnât want him. Not sure what could have happened to have him all but warn you the night before.
As if it would make you not want him.
Thereâs a beat, before his hands are resting on his hips, âOkay. I need to go back to the apparently-contextual-sex-cake.â
You groan, slumping against the wall - the heels of your palms digging into your closed eyes.
âI thought it was embarrassing but I gotta admit that Iâm jealous. Itâs really bothering me that no oneâs ever baked me a cake, because Iâm a very tender and generous lover.â
âThat wasnât why. He seemed interested in trying a non-phallic version of the cake I made for you,â You try to keep it professional, but heâs already smirking, âWhich thank you for bringing up by the way, really broke the ice.â
âWithout me youâd still be at âfavorite colorsâ,â Wadeâs smile widens, before he sighs longingly, âAnd god, that cake was good. Best dick Iâve ever had in my mouth.â
You snort, âSo far, right?â
His eyes widen.
âYou little slut, are you shopping for a third already?â Wade twists the doorknob - opening it a crack with his yell, âAl, itâs happening!â
âNo,â You laugh, âI just meant-, I meant I might get better.â
âCanât beat perfection. And I would know, with a face like this.â
Thereâs a high-pitched yap then, the sound of nails scratching at the wooden door.
âOoh, duty calls. Pun intended. Again.â He thumbs over his shoulder, âIâll tell him you stopped, by if-â
You give him a look, but a grin still tugs at your lips, âIf I do that other thing youâre always asking me to do.â
His hand presses against his chest, in mock-offense.
âI canât believe youâd say that! I was going to say if you donât see him first.â
It makes you smile. Fondly, even.
âThanks, Wade.â
His hand pats your shoulder.
âAny time, Sugar. My holes are always open.â
You sigh.
You donât see him until late in the evening.
The afternoon ticking by. Telling yourself you donât care - to play it cool - only to turn around and try to convince yourself that open communication is the way to go.
Vegging out in front of the television for a while - trying to figure out what to order for dinner. Narrowing it down to two takeout locations when thereâs a series of bangs in the hallway.
Layered voices.
You canât help but look. Half-nosy and half-worried for Wade, even if he did have mutant powers. Even if you canât offer much for backup, it doesnât stop you from cracking open the door.
â-open the goddamn door right now, Iâll break it down.â
The growling voice is one youâve come to know, even if itâs angrier than youâve ever heard.
The side of Loganâs fist colliding with the door frame, his shoulder pressed up against the wooden door.
âNot a chance, Jack Torrance.â Wadeâs voice is muffled, âAlways wanted to be an uncle and you are not ruining this for me-â
The doorknob rattles under his grip, as he snarls, âYou roped me into this, shithead. All that talk about getting to know-â
âNew Yorkâs Cupid is never wrong! Donât you dare ruin my streak!â
Itâs then that Logan sees you - the snarl on his face flickering. Expression going flat.
A final filthy glare shot at the door before he steps away. The calculated look he throws your way makes you think heâs considering making for the end-of-the-hall staircase instead.
What is happening?
A beat, before his jaw grits. Hand shoving into the pocket of his jeans. Closing the gap between you only to thrust out a rolled-up bundle of bills, secured with a rubber band.
âFor the mattress.â
Thereâs a frustrated rumble in his throat when you donât take it - too busy frowning, your eyes flicking from the bills to his face.
âI donât want that?â It comes out like a question, as you try to put the pieces together.
âJust take it.â He grits. Eyes dropping, âYou can replace your mattress and we can forget last night happened, if you regret it so much.â
You blink.
âI donât regret last night, Logan.â Your hands brace on your hips, âYou were the one that left. Which is fine, if thatâs how you like things to go, but donât you dare point your finger-â
Logan scoffs, interrupting you.
âI didnât leave.â His tongue licks against his teeth, as his head shakes, âI slept on the couch. Perfect place to hear your rant this morning.â
Your hands brace on your hips, âMy rant?â
âYeah, Sugar.â Heâs stepping into your space - and it shouldnât be as hot as it is, but something about how youâre bumping up against the door has your heart racing, âHeard everything you said. How âfucking dumb you areâ, how you regret it.â
A beat, as you process - a thunk, as you head tips back against the door. Everything becoming clear, and you almost laugh.
He hadnât left.
âI wasnât talking about you.â
His frown deepens.
Your face softens, âHow could I think that? I spent all day thinking about you. I was mad at myself for taking an early shift, instead of getting that extra time with you.â
Thereâs still a jut to his jaw. Defenses and hackles raised - your words as useless as his fist against the door.
Your hands spread wide, âI even baked you a cake, which is apparently something I do when I like someone.â
He goes still at that, eyes dark. A lithe roll of his shoulders as he steps closer - voice dropping, âSay that again.â
âI baked you a cake?â You repeat, distracted by his proximity.
âMm,â Logan hums, âNot the beginning. The last part.â
Your cheeks heat, as you realize what you said, âWhen⊠when I like someone.â
Thereâs the touch of his fingers against your chin. Tipping your face towards his, even as your eyes drift to somewhere over his shoulder. Too embarrassed to meet his gaze just yet.
âIs that right?â Logan husks.
The word slips from you, âMaybe.â
âI like maybe.â
That emboldens you to look. Heâs close now, a mimicry of the night before - just on the other side.
The hand still hovers, in that narrow gap between you. Fingers flexing around the bundle of bills, âI still want you to take this.â
âWell, I donât want it.â Your head shakes, âMaybe just for some new sheets, but I thought-â
Thereâs a different intent in the way he crowds you, now. A softer slope of his shoulders, the sweep of his thumb against your skin.
âThought what?â
The low husk makes you squirm. His eyes half-lidded when you glance at him. The heat of his anger morphing into a much different kind of fire.
âThought that if it was already ruinedâŠâ You trail off, as you smile.
As you hope.
ââŠ.maybe youâd want to ruin it a little more with me, sometime?â
Thereâs the slightest pull of his lips, as he smirks.
You make it inside, but no further than the couch. Itâs familiar, the way his hand cradles the base of your neck. The muted sigh, when your lips part at the sweep of his tongue.
Laid down against the cushions, legs spread to fit him between them. Hips that dip down, the meat of his thigh nudging against your core, sending your heart racing.
How he chases after you, when you forget to breathe. Leaning in you as your fingers twist in his hair, tugging him closer.
Need pounds in your vein, matching the pulse in your throat when his lips press against it. Wandering hands, one that palms the curve of your breast. A throaty hum when he can feel the tight peak through the fabric, pinching it between thumb and forefinger.
The other skating up your bare thigh, raising goosebumps. Slipping beneath the hem of your dress, his leg shifting to make room. Fingertips stroking against your inner thigh - the soft crease as you whine into his mouth, feeling how his lips curve as he kisses you.
Youâre wet already. You know you are - since that spark of realization, then the moment when his mouth pressed against yours. Fueled by the heavy weight of him as he guided you beneath him, smelling like smoke and wood and the sharp bite of leather.
Wound up by this teasing, and itâs enough that your hand is catching his wrist, pulling his palm flush with your core.
The moan it pulls from you is ragged. Loganâs hand is warm where he cups you, curling fingers against the curve of your ass, heel pressing against your seam.
Another rock of his hand, until thereâs a soft âpleaseâ slipping from your lips. Fingers slip beneath then - a ragged curse muttered against your lips as they part you.
Slipping against where youâre wet and warm. The tips of two pressing against your opening, feeling how you give for him.
âShould let me make it up to you.â Loganâs voice is ragged, as he sinks to the knuckle. A slow pump as you clench down around them, a lift of your hips as you try to take more.
Itâs on the tip of your tongue to protest.
Remind him it was just a misunderstanding, but then your eyes are fluttering open, seeing how his dark gaze is fixed on you.
Your answer is quiet, âOkay. Sâlong as you donât stop.â
Thereâs the flash of sharp teeth. You mourn the weight of him as he eases off of you, fingers slipping free. But itâs only to catch your thighs - smearing slick across your skin as he moves to the floor. Tugging you until legs spread wide for him, hips at the edge of the couch.
Thereâs a hitch of your breath, as you hold it. His lips pressing against your knee, as his hand bundle up the fabric. A slow reveal as he fists it around his fingers, bringing it up to rest against your abdomen.
His kisses follow the path his fingers took. Open-mouthed against your thigh, until his tongue dips out to taste the soft skin where your leg meets hip.
âLogan,â You huff - needy, âDonât tease.â
His eyes lift from where they lingered - the darkened patch of fabric between your thighs.
âBeen teasing me since I left. Couldnât stop thinking about this.â It comes out rough, his eyes flicking back down.
âBut I thought-,â You start. Itâs hard to think when heâs this close, the press of his thumb into the joint of your knee - keeping your legs spread, âThought you were mad.â
Logan huffs. Lips ghosting against your skin, as he inhales, âAt the thought of never having you again.â
Itâs like being struck by an arrow, piercing clean through. The little gasp turning long, as his hand slips up your thigh. Catching at the waistband of your panties - tugging them down so he can get his mouth on you.
The tip of his tongue meets you before his lips do. A low groan as it flattens against your slit, tasting your arousal. His nose pressing against your mound as he teases at your clit. Slipping down to dip inside you, as your nails scrape against the cushions.
Slicking you up with his tongue. The buzzing groan of his lips against your skin as he eats you - open-mouthed kisses against your core. Tight licks against your clit, before his lips close around and suck.
It leaves you a mess. Short panting breath, as he gives you what you need. His name melding in with your gasps, as that string inside you winds tighter and tighter.
The pressure eases and you whimper as he leans back, jaw working. Lips shiny where heâs smeared with you - watching how you clench for him as he lets spit pool on his tongue, before itâs dropping against your folds.
Itâs filthy, the way he rubs it into your skin. Coating his fingers before the two are notching again, before sinking deep into you.
A moan is pulled from you, with the stretch. Stealing your breath, even with how eager you are. Giving you more. That dull ache easing as his mouth returns to you. Hungry in the way he groans against your skin, as if he was getting off to your pleasure.
The time before doesnât compare to now. The full focus of his fingers, buried deep and crooking. Pointed flicks of his tongue - the way his eyes are so fixed on your face.
Catching the pull of your brow and the way your teeth sink into your lip. Keeping the pounding pace steady when he sees how you gasp, your fingers fisting in his flannel. Relentless in the way they stroke against the spot that makes you see stars.
It sends you higher and higher. A groan against your skin when you buck into his mouth. Another one, louder, when your hand slips to his hair and tugs.
âFeels so fucking good, Logan,â Youâre babbling now - desire slurring the syllables, âIâm so, Iâm so close-â
Those dark eyes settle over you - his mouth busy but itâs not hard to imagine the way heâd encourage you. The husk of his voice, that tough timber as a low command melds with praise. The thought is enough to send you over - with the soft suck of his mouth, the way his fingers fill you.
Your knees dig into his shoulders as you curl inward - that hand at your belly pressing you flat against the cushions as you come. Making you take what he gives you - the flick of his tongue going lazy as the tight pulse around his fingers ebbs.
The tension leeches from you, turning to glitter in your veins. That tight knot of worry slowly unfurling - giving you something to grasp, hold onto, as you come back down. A sigh when his fingers slip from you. The hungry press of teeth against your inner thigh, a reminder that heâs there. Soothing it with the swipe of his tongue after.
Easing back as you push yourself up - his shoulder pressing into the edge of the couch as he sits on the floor. Your limbs are liquid as you slip down to join him - Loganâs broad hands gripping at your waist, your thighs splitting as you throw a leg across his lap.
âYouâre too good at that.â You hum, as you settle in his lap bare, spit-slick against his jeans. Against where he strains, a breath hissed out as you tug at his belt. Reaching to help you - loosening the button, tugging at the zipper.
A lift of his hips to push his jeans down, his cock full and hard where it rests against your belly. His hands reaching for the hem of your dress, tugging it from you. Fingers slipping around to loosen your bra as your mouth meets his.
He tastes like you, as he licks into your mouth - a sweet tang that blends with him. His shaft pressing against your pussy as he lifts his hips, grinding himself into you. You push yourself up onto your knees - his lips parting with a groan as your fingers circle him, holding him steady.
It breaks off - a sharp hiss, when you sink down.
Thereâs no slow slide this time. Too eager, in the way you drop down. Taking half of him at once, with a breath that chokes you. His fingers pinching hard enough to bruise, as his brow knits.
âEasy, sweetheart.â He grits, âNot going anywhere, alright?â
It soothes you, as your nails bite into his shoulders. Pink marks that ebb away by the time you start moving - a slow bounce until youâre sitting flush on his lap, cock speared inside you.
Itâs also different than last time. Heâd been deep, then. Your faced pressed into the mattress as you had panted - but now -
Now, his mouth is at your shoulder. Lips pressed against the fading mark he had left. That tight grip of his hands loosening, as he guides you - letting your hips rock. A shallow drag of his cock inside you, feeling like heâs in your ribs.
Another press of his mouth against your sternum. Hands slipping down to wrap around your thighs, encouraging you to lift a little more. Enough that he can get his mouth on you - his tongue laving across a nipple. Groaning as you press your chest against him, leaning into the suck of his lips, the nip of teeth.
His thrusts like this are shallow, punctuated by the occasional deep thrust that has you panting. Has your fingers loosening to slip between your thighs, pressing against your clit.
You can feel the scrape of his facial hair. The ease of his hands as he lets you drop, until heâs buried in you again. Catching at your wrist, tugging your hand back to his shoulder.
âUh-uh.â Logan tongue clicks, eyes dark, âJust keep riding, honey.â
His fingers replace yours. Slick circles, a pressure that makes you clench down hard around him.
A soft coo, as your breathing shortens - turning to whimpers.
âLemme make you feel good.â
And this is new, too - how close he is. Those hazel eyes focused so singularly on you, itâs almost too much.
âYou do make me feel good,â You breathe, letting your lips press against his cheek, âYouâre, oh-â
His hips stutter, where he flexes into you. Your own pace sloppy - grinding instead of bouncing, chasing the building pleasure in your core. The soft sounds you make growing louder. His legs flexing beneath you, feet going flat against the floor so he can drive himself up.
Thereâs that tell-tale clench. The way your vision starts to go blurry, words slipping into sounds.
âLogan.â You, âIâm-,â
He can feel it - the way you tighten as he pounds into you. The glaze of your eyes, the throaty moan as you start to string stiff in his arm.
âThatâs it,â Logan rasps, face tipped up to yours, âYou gonna come for me?â
Your moan pitches high.
He grins.
âThen let me hear how pretty you sound. Come on, sweetheart.â
With the circle of his fingers, youâre shattering.
A soft cry as you come again, gushing against the cock that only pounds harder. Drawing out the flutter of your cunt as he grips your thighs, rocking into you. A ragged moan as he feels how you flutter around him, head tipped back. An arm wrapping around you back as he tips forward, bringing you down to the floor.
You head cushioned on the pile of discard clothes. His knees brace against the rug as the angle changes, sending him deeper. Lifting your hips, eyes fixed on where he drives into you. The gleam of his cock where heâs soaked with your release, how he slips between your puffy folds.
His teeth grit. Fingers flexing against your skin. A rough moan when your hips move to meet his thrusts.
âYou want me to come in you again?â Thereâs an edge to his voice. Eyes fixed on your face, searching.
You nod, but itâs not enough.
His hips snap harder, breath ragged, âAsk me for it, Sugar.â
It makes your stomach clench. Something deep burning, liquid heat in your core. Your legs hitch around his waist, hooking around his back.
âWant you to come in me,â You beg, âLogan, please-â
His eyes flutter shut. The muscles in his neck flex, as he arcs over you - a hand braced on the floor, pricks of silver glinting between his knuckles.
A rough growl that turns into something soft as his hips snap forward - hilting himself as he comes. Hips pumping with each pulse of his cock, as he spills deep inside you. As you milk him dry, until the heavy throb of his cock fades.
Heâs beautiful. It leaves you dizzy.
You really might just have to bake him another.
The golden sunset seeps through the windows, spilling across the floor.
âYou wanna stay?â
It comes out drowsy. Your limbs are liquid, even more so than last time, âI know a great takeout place.â
Youâll need a little fuel, if tonight goes as it did before.
He hums - the brush of bare fingers down your spine. Itâs cramped on the couch, entwined limbs. Sweat-dewed in the summer evening.
âYou still wanna get to know me?â
Your nose brushes his throat. Cheek pressed up against the curl of his shoulder - where he can just feel you nod, âI would. If youâll let me.â
âYeah,â Logan rasps, quietly.
âYeah. That sounds nice.â
I can't even express how just - grateful and thrilled and happy I am that so many of you liked sugar, sugar! thank you for the encouragement for this part 2, and I hope you liked it! đ I have one more part planned (though open for more!) that I've been working on, along with more for the wade x f!reader x logan fic as well!
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NOELLE MY LOVE đ§Ąđ§Ąđ§Ą aaaah you got me giggling and blushing, thank you so much for reading and for taking the time to leave such a lovely, detailed comment đ„č i love you đđ€ !!!
AND YES BBY I KNOW đ€ i literally kept thinking about your somno joel fic when i was writing this aaaah, iâm such a sucker for it too!! especially with joel, like i just wanna take care of that man and love on him so baddd đ and i was honestly so worried that the slowness of the smut was bad lmaoo, so iâm so happy that you enjoyed all the tender, slow filth!
ugh and lazy, morning pre-outbreak joel fics are honestly some of my absolute faves too, so Iâm so honored to know that you enjoyed mine so much đ„čđ„č
and while I unfortunately donât have fourteen more of these (although fuck I really wish i did haha bc i need to read more of em đ), i DO actually have one other sleepy, smutty pre-outbreak joel fic for you right here đđ called âwake up callâ thatâs a very similar concept to this one except itâs joel waking you up with some head hehehe đ€đ€
THANK YOU AGAIN BABE FOR YOUR KIND WORDS, YOUR REBLOG HAS ME SMILING SO BIG ILY đ„°đ«đ§Ą
Easy Like Sunday Morning | Joel Miller x Reader
pre-outbreak joel x reader
all of my works are 18+ only, minors dni!
Summary: You wake up before Joel and decide you want to take care of him.
or
giving 2003 pre-outbreak Joel some head on a sleepy Sunday morning
a/n: i was inspired by this post by the amazing @mrsmando đ€ and her delicious joel thoughts that never fail to have me spiraling and swooning đ« if i had a nickel for every time iâve written a joel fic about someone being woken up with some head, iâd have two nickels. which isnât a lot but itâs weird that it happened twice (sorry i had to lmfaoo). also this is probably the quickest thing iâve ever written, so iâm sorry if it sucks!
wc: 2.8k
content warnings: no outbreak/pre-outbreak 2003 joel, kricket sucks at writing summaries we know this, smut, oral (m receiving), slightly rough oral, hair pulling, no physical description of reader except that her hair is long enough for joel to pull, pet names (darlinâ, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl), no use of y/n, joel miller has a big dick because i said so, established relationship, somno (kinda? joel is like not really awake at the beginning of the smut), this is basically just smut :)
dividers by @saradika-graphics đ€
â . Ë â© comments, reblogs, and feedback are greatly appreciated! â . Ë â©
Lazy Sunday mornings have become your favorite in the weeks since you moved in with Joel.
Nowhere to be, neither one of you has to get up before the sun and go to work. No rushing around to make sure Sarah gets to school on time â just sleep. Itâs the one day a week both you and Joel get a chance to sleep in, to wake naturally without the shrill ringing of alarms, and just relish being wrapped up in the comfort of each otherâs presence.
Eyes still shut as you begin to stir, your mind is only just waking up and the first thing you feel is warmth.
Warmth of the bright, golden Texas sun shining through Joelâs â well, now your â bedroom window and behind your closed lids. Warmth from the plush, gray comforter draped just over your calves, where it had been kicked down in the night in an attempt to curb the relentless, sticky summer heat.
You find yourself cocooned by the furnace-like warmth that is Joel as he lies on his back beside you â a warmth that would probably be overwhelming if it wasnât such a comfort to you.
Your cheek is pressed to his broad chest, the steady beating of his heart a calming rhythm beneath your ear. Your torso flush against his side, you have an arm wrapped snug around his middle, and a leg draped over both of his. You and Joel both lay almost bare, each clothed in nothing but your underwear after the previous nightâs activities â hot skin on hot skin.
When you finally let your eyes flutter open to the bright, morning light, you look up to find Joel still fast asleep and take a moment to admire the peaceful expression on his handsome face.
Long lashes fanning over his cheeks, his brows free of the worried crease that often rests between them, plush pink lips parted as he lets out quiet little snores, his strong chest slowly rising and falling, up and down beneath your cheek with each calming breath. Tanned skin warm and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, dark chocolate locks especially curly due to the humid Texas heat, a few sweaty strands clinging to his forehead.
Seeing Joel laid out like this only reminds you of the way he looked last night â all flushed beneath you, cheeks pink, head thrown back and brown eyes clenched shut in bliss as you hovered above him. Pulling quiet, deep grunts from his parted lips as you rode him, his big hands on your hips, guiding your movements as you lifted yourself up and down on his cock.
The reminder of just how full you felt with him inside you â of how goddamn good he makes you feel â has dampness forming beneath the thin fabric of your panties, thighs attempting to clench shut in search of friction to quell the wave of slick thatâs building between your legs, though theyâre unable to do so with Joelâs thick thigh slotted between them.
And, though you know Joel is still resting so peacefully beside you, and that you should probably let him sleep in for once, you canât help it when you feel the sudden and urgent need to kiss him. To feel your lips on his skin.
These lazy Sunday mornings with Joel are your favorite because you know heâs always so busy, always working hard, always so stressed. And, that despite it all, he always takes such good care of you.
So, you want to take this opportunity, when he doesnât have to be up for work, or take Sarah to school â and you know itâs a couple hours before sheâll be waking up â and you want to do something nice for him. Take care of Joel for once. To make him feel good.
Lifting your head from Joelâs chest, you press your lips to where your cheek had just been. Beginning at his pec, and over his heart, tasting the salt of his sweat-damp skin as you work your way up the broad plane of his chest, dotting feather-light kisses up to the juncture of where his shoulder meets his neck.
You gently untangle yourself from his side, and Joel begins to stir just slightly as you softly mouth along the column of his throat and move to hover over him, your thighs straddling his hips and hands on the mattress on either side of him to hold yourself up.
Heâs still mostly asleep, but you can already feel through the layers of both of your underwear that heâs beginning to harden beneath you, his body waking up faster than his brain, always so responsive to your touch.
You continue to kiss across Joelâs strong jaw, over the patchy hair that tickles your lips, dotting a trail of sweet kisses up his cheek and to the tip of his sharp nose, then back down to his mustache and over the corner of his lips.
He stirs again when your lush lips press against his own just once, not quite awake enough to kiss back just yet, but this time a soft hum of approval leaves him at the pleasant feeling.
With one more peck to his soft lips, you begin your descent back down Joelâs body, leaving behind another smattering of kisses in your wake.
From his Adamâs apple to the rounded bone of his shoulder, then back down to his chest. You know heâs a bit more awake when you feel him begin to stir again â his strong body shifting ever so slightly beneath yours, dick twitching against your core underneath the layers of cloth as you place a barely-there kiss to each of his nipples. Joel lets out a sleepy groan as your tongue darts out to lick at the sensitive skin before continuing on your way.
Shifting your body lower on the bed, your kisses become a bit more feverish, less soft as you work your way down Joelâs torso. Your hunger for him only growing as you get closer and closer to the bulge in his boxers, spurred on by the breathy little grunts and groans leaving his parted lips as his mind begins to catch up to the pleasure that his body is feeling.
Joel lets out a content sigh, head still resting on his pillow, eyes still shut and still about half asleep. Unsure if heâs dreaming when he feels you press a firm kiss to the skin just above his navel.
Heâs quickly pulled out of that dream-like state, though â breath catching in his throat, jolting beneath you as your warm tongue darts out lick a broad stripe over his soft belly.
You canât help but grin as you look up to see his face, those pretty brown eyes now open but still bleary with sleep, pillowy lips parted in a gasp, sweaty curls falling over his forehead as he shifts his focus towards you.
âMorning, baby.â You whisper into the quiet of your bedroom, your chin resting on Joelâs tummy as you gaze up at him sweetly.
Your smile only grows when he cards a hand over his tired face, groaning out a tired âfuckâ.
Now that heâs awake â just barely â you press your lips to his belly one last time before heading lower. Fitting yourself between Joelâs thick thighs, you kiss along the fine hairs of his happy trail, then his hip bones, and you know heâs fully hard when your hands glide up his thighs to palm him over his black boxers.
Joel releases a throaty groan as you stroke him through the soft fabric, one of his large hands coming up to the side of your head. Calloused pads of his fingers running gently through your bed-mussed hair. âPlease, darlinâ.â
The use of the pet name combined with Joelâs sleepy, Texan morning voice actually makes you whimper, clenching your thighs as a new gush of arousal floods between them. Needy for him as your fingers move to his waistband, gingerly but quickly pulling down the black, cotton fabric and freeing his impressive length.
A quiet, raspy moan escapes Joelâs lips as you spit into your hand before wrapping it around his cock. Heâs long and thick and heavy in your hand, your fingers hardly able to wrap around the girth of him, his tip an angry red and leaking pretty pearls of precum.
He lets out a quiet hiss as you begin to stroke up from the base, leaning down to kiss along his tip before kitten-licking at the slit, a pleased hum leaving you at the salty, heady taste of his arousal. Joelâs mind is still a bit hazy with sleep, but he swears heâs died and gone to heaven when you lick a hot stripe along the underside of his cock, tongue laving over the thick vein that runs along his shaft.
The hand in your hair tightens its grip when you oh-so-delicately take Joel into your mouth, emitting a pleased hum from you as you gently suckle on his tip. The vibration sends a jolt up his spine, cock twitching in your grasp as you continue to stroke up and down his length with increasing ease as your spits begins to coat his skin. Delicate fingers wrapped tight around him moving up and down to meet your lips as your tongue swirls around the bulbous head.
You take your time, enjoying Joelâs quiet, raspy moans, the whispered curses, and shallow breaths all falling from his lips as you slowly take him deeper and deeper into the warm cavern of your mouth.
When youâre about halfway down his length, you suck in your cheeks, lips tightening around him as you begin to suck with more fervor and Joel has to bite back a desperate moan as you bob up and down his length. His hips buck up of their own volition â the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around him is just too good â the two of you groaning in unison as the movement sends his cock further between your lips, the tip just grazing the back of your throat and causing you to gag around him.
âFuck, mâsorry, baby.â Joel drawls, gently smoothing a hand over the crown of your head. He lifts you up his length just a little bit, just enough to gather your bearings.
You release him from your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva still connects the two of you between his swollen, red tip and your now swollen lips, and Joel thinks heâs a goner when you wrap a hand tight around his shaft, leaning back in to kitten-lick at his slit.
You smear delicate kisses all along his tip, then up and down every inch of his length, all the while gazing up at him with doe eyes before you bring him between your spit-slicked lips once again.
âSo good for me. Always so good for me.â
His morning voice is deep â deeper than normal â and it has your eyes rolling back into your head as you whimper around him, tears collecting at your lash line from having just taken him so deep so abruptly. Nodding your head as much as you can with his cock still in your mouth, you let Joel know that youâre okay to keep going.
You want to please him. He deserves this. You want to make him feel good.
You know that Joel is getting close from the way heâs fighting himself to not buck his hips and fuck up into your mouth, the hand thatâs not in your hair clinging to the gray sheets like a lifeline. His chest rapidly rising and falling as he tries his hardest to keep at least somewhat quiet â he knows that his daughter is sleeping right down the hall â biting back gravely grunts and groans that you so wish you could hear at full volume, his cock twitching against your tongue with every little move you make.
Taking a deep breath through your nose, you decide to take him as deep as you can go. Swallowing around him as his tip reaches into the depths of your throat, those tears are now spilling freely from your eyes as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your nose.
You suction your cheeks taut and lick along the underside of his shaft, the wet sounds of your sucking growing sloppy, Joelâs pubic hairs now shiny with your spit and his fingers are now pulling hard at your hair, the slight sting in your scalp a pleasurable one and only spurring you on.
A particularly harsh suck has Joel throwing his head back onto his pillow, sweaty curls falling like a halo around his pleasure-wrought features. Whiskey colored eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, nose scrunched, and lips parted in a quiet, guttural groan that lingers in the warm, sticky summer atmosphere of your shared bedroom.
âIâmâ fuck!â He damn near whimpers when your free hands reaches out to caress his heavy balls, squeezing getnly as you continue to arduously suck and stroke his length, your hand and mouth working in tandem and meeting in the middle. âIâm close, sweetheart.â
You moan hungrily around him, the vibrations nearly sending Joel over the edge, the hand on your head now pushing you down onto his cock without hesitation â he knows you can take it. Hips thrusting up and chasing the velvety, wet warmth of your throat as you gag on him once more, drool spilling out the corners of your mouth all around him, the wet, sucking sounds filling the room obscene.
Joel practically growls when he feels your nails dig into the meat of his thigh, his chin dropping to his chest and he looks down to find you gazing back at him. Your cheeks hollowed, lips stretched around his aching cock, taking all of him like the good girl he knows you are. Your pretty, tear-filled eyes gazing up at him with so much love, and thatâs what is his undoing.
You feel it when Joelâs whole body tenses beneath you, fireworks shooting up his spine as he starts to cum with a heavy groan that was lodged deep in his throat. You canât help but moan around him as he fills your mouth, painting your throat with the hot, salty ropes of his release.
He mutters a string of broken moans, a mixture of curses and grunts of your name as you work him through it. The grip Joel has on your hair starts to lighten up â though, only a bit â but itâs enough for you to pull back on his length a bit to allow your hand to join your mouth in its ministrations. Slowly, but firmly, stroking him and sucking at his cock until youâre sure youâve swallowed down every drop he has to give you, his stomach practically caving in by the time youâre done with him.
Until heâs reduced to shallow pants and hushed whimpers, Joelâs entire body shuddering as your lips lay one last kiss to his sensitive tip, and he drops an arm over his face, shielding his eyes from the now overwhelming light as he takes a few moments to catch his breath.
You let Joel take all the time he needs to recover, carefully tucking his softening length back into his black boxers.
Itâs a few minutes before Joel uncovers his eyes, slowly blinking to adjust the the increasing brightness of the hot summer sun shining into the bedroom, and heâd swear youâre an angel, still nestled between his thighs. Youâre busy littering the soft, tanned skin of his thighs and his belly in sweet little kisses and love bites when that deep, sleepy morning voices speaks up again.
âWell good morninâ to you too, pretty girl.â
Before you can respond, two strong arms are pulling you up the bed â and up Joelâs body, a firm hand on the nape of your neck pulling you in so he can smash his lips to your puffy ones in a longing, appreciative kiss.
His deft hands then slide down your hips to grab your ass, squeezing at the soft flesh with a groan against your lips, before Joel is flipping the two of you over so heâs now the one hovering over you. A little yelp escapes you, but is quickly transformed into a stifled moan as his lips begin kissing a path down your body, now fully awake and more than ready to return the favor.
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Thank you very much, Bat! Itâs fun to write him, heâs the worstđ
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A HELL OF A MORNING
Stepdad!Joel Miller x f!reader || 4,2k
part 2 of A Step Into Hell || can be read alone
Summary: Joel has his favorite thing for breakfast. His stepdaughter.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, step-cest, Joelâs POV, dub con but readerâs into it, big legal age gap, dark!Joel, perv!Joel, possessive!joel, f!oral, unprotected piv (wrap it up), blackmail, premature ejaculation, creampie, degradation, rough m!oral, brief choking on cock, slutshaming, praise kink, daddy kink, mention of public sex, spanking (1), cum eating, swearing. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions. Joel can lift reader.
A/n: This mf wouldnât leave my mind and after such a warm welcome of the first fic Iâm happy to share more of his depravity with you. I hope you all will enjoy this new storyâ€ïž A huge thank you to a lovely anon for this request and the inspođ Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ingđ Ilysm! Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
MASTERLIST || more of stepdad Joel || stepdad Joel drabble
There you were. Sweet thing in her little shorts and a tight top, sitting across from Joel at the breakfast table. Beautiful and hot. Just like a week ago, and a week before that. The only difference was that this morning he knew the feel of your pussy squeezing his cock, knew the taste of your soft lips, the weight of your tits in his hands. This morning you were his.
While Joelâs wife was setting the table for the three of you, you were throwing shy glances at your stepdad from time to time. Joel fucking loved it. Loved how anxious you were about what you two had done the previous night, loved how you flinched every time he spoke, scared that heâd tell the secret to your mother.
âHoney, got news for ya. Iâm fuckin your daugher. Pass the salt?â
Fuck no! Heâd never do that, never ruin this thing between him and his sexy stepdaughter. Having you on a leash like that, using your holes whenever he pleased was a gift. You belonged to him and he was going to do everything to keep owning you.
Joel felt like the luckiest man on the planet when his horny thoughts were interrupted by your mom.
âMy headâs killing me. Iâm going back to bed,â she complained after taking a sip of her coffee and then left the two of you alone in the kitchen.
Fuck. Yeah.
Joel bricked up in a second. His cock was already throbbing in his jeans from all the memories of the previous night that had been flashing in his mind as soon as he had woken up that morning. Heâd jerked off in the shower, eyes closed, head full of images of his stepdaughter, coming on his fingers, his cock, her dildo. Thanks to you, his spank bank was full for months ahead but did he even need it when he had a real thing to corrupt and fuck?
After his wife went upstairs, his stiffness began to ache in anticipation. He got a mild kick out of it because he knew that the remedy was sitting right in front of him. Tight magic hole of his stepdaughter was within armâs reach.
What a sight you were! Eyes downcast, chest heaving, you knew damn well what was going to happen. Maybe even wished for it. Joel had no doubts what a little slut you were. Surely you were excited about a good olâ morning fuck just like he was. And Joel was ready to oblige, storing a thick breakfast sausage for his favourite girl.
âYa know what I always wanted to do since you moved to mine?â
A shiver seemed to run over your whole body when his voice broke the ringing silence in the room and you saw your stepdad get up and plop into a chair next to you. You smelled good, sweet and flowery, and Joel began salivating like a hungry wolf over a bunny.
You looked up at him and shook your head.
âWanted to eat ya out,â Joel replied and poked the wooden surface of the table with his thick finger. âRight â pokeâ here â poke.â
His heavy gaze fixed on you, he sneered at the way you squirmed in your seat and kept pressing your naked thighs together.
Gah! The horny slut was already soaking her lil shorts.
Joel had an hour or so before his wife would wake up and he was going to use every single second to play with his stepdaughter.
âDid you like your dickin down yesterday?â
You bit your lip, eyes fixed on your lap. Then you whispered, probably scared to be heard by your mother.
âJoel. Itâs so fucked up.â
âWhat is, sweetie?â Joel cooed, scooting closer to you with his chair. âThe part where you made recordings of your stepdad fuckin your mom? Or the part where you came hard stuffed full of my dick and your pink rubber cock? Aw, look at you squirmin, ya pussy achin?â he chuckled and pressed, âWhatâs exactly fucked up? Tell me.â
âAll of it.â Your voice was barely heard. Poor thing must be so confused, terrified, Joel thought. He almost felt sorry for you but the lust immediately took over and he put his bear palm on your naked thigh.
âYeah, I reckon ya right. But whatâs done is done. If hell exists weâll be there together, babydoll. So letâs have some fun when we still can, yeah?â He roughly squeezed your thigh and you shook your head, looking elsewhere but him.
âDonât you forget, missy, you have no other choice,â Joel reminded you with a dark smile and leaned forward, his breath fanning your cheek. Your gaze snapped up to his and your pupils dilated when his face got close.
âYa scared weâll get caught? I get it.â Joelâs hand slithered higher, inching closer to your covered pussy. âDonât worry. Iâm always careful. If Iâm fucking you, means the coast is clear. Relax and enjoy the ride, yeah? And if by some wild chance weâre caught, come up with a lie. No offense but your mom ainât the brightest. Youâd be full of my cock on the couch and sheâd think weâre just cuddlin.â
Joel took a sharp breath through his teeth.
âFuck! why do I get so hard jusâ thinkin about it? Do I want her to watch me fuck you? What do you think?â
You scrunched your pretty nose but Joel didnât fail to notice your squirming, your glossy eyes, your hardened nipples, tenting your top. He was happy to make you crazy for his cock and his dirty talk was working. Your body was succumbing to his horny taunting, but your mind was still fighting the inevitable.
âStop it, please,â you begged, shaking like a little chihuahua. Your fear was making you tremble, but you were needy just as much as he was. A devilish smirk twisted Joelâs face as he continued,
âLetâs watch movies together. Every few days. We'll call it âour bondin timeâ. Youâll be sittin snugly next to me on the couch. Iâll play with your pussy under a blanket, uh? Youâll try not to moan like a whore.â
âSheâs not that stupid, Joel.â Your gaze got fiery, tone annoyed. Joel narrowed his eyes. Were you getting angry at him for tormenting you or at your mother for keeping you from getting railed by your stepdad on every horizontal surface in the house?
Smirking, Joel leaned back and spread his thighs wider. His cock was thumping in the confines of his jeans and he began palming it to get some relief.
He was torturing himself too, turning both of you to the max with his talk, but for sure the pay off was going to be worth it.
âYeah, maybe we shouldnât be that ballsy,â he rubbed his scruffy cheek as he spoke, âDamn, if I could tell everyone Iâm fuckin your little cunt. Dream! Using your holes in the open. Youâd be cockwarming me at the first poker night I hosted.â
Joel loved when your breath hitched.
âImagine Tommyâs face when he sees my sweet stepdaughter creamin âround my cock in her short skirt. Iâd love to show you off, babydoll. Youâre a ten.â
Your eyes clouded up, fixed on the coffee mug in front of you, and you slowly licked your lower lip. You seemed to be imagining the picture he was painting and Joel knew that you loved what you were seeing in your little cock-obsessed head.
Joel snapped his fingers and you jerked, waking up from your depraved daydreaming.
âYa were a good girl for me yesterday but here are my rules.â
Your glossy eyes were blinking at him as you mumbled,
âRules?â
You looked so confused like there was no thought in your pretty head whatsoever. Hell! He wanted to fuck that head.
âYeah. My house, my rules, sweetie. First. No panties allowed. I wanna know your pussy is free to play whenever I want. And âs hot to know that you walk around like that.. ready for daddy to use.â
âOhh..ok,â you looked down and he saw a little smile dance on your lips. Joelâs face got dark.
âYa wearin any now?â
You shook your head, your head still down.
âGood girl,â Joel smirked and slapped his thigh with a palm. His chest expanded thinking youâd done it for him and then his mind short circuited.
Almost holding his breath he asked,
âYa still leakin me?â
Your gaze darted up as you murmured, âI donât know.â
âCheck. Now.â
His tone wasnât leaving any room for discussion so you brought your hand to your shorts. Joel couldnât wait to see it. His hand was palming his giant hard-on which was beating hard against his thigh when he saw your hand disappear in your shorts and you moaned softly.
âTwo fingers. Stretched you good yesterday. Fuck yourself a little for me. Gather everything you can.â
You locked eyes with him, gaze foggy, while your digits were working your pussy. Joel cupped your cheek and stroked your face with his calloused thumb.
âSuch a good slut for daddy.â
He saw you breathing faster as your hand was picking up the pace between your legs.
âStop! Makin you comeâs my job. Pull âem out.â
You retrieved your fingers and you both saw them glistening in the light of the morning sun.
Joel took your hand and you gasped when he shoved your fingers into his mouth. He licked them clean, humming at the taste and smacking his lips like a fucking TV chef.
âYeah, delicious pussy ⊠whatâs that undertone? Ah! My jizz!â
Joelâs smile was full of lust and triumph.
âYour little pussy kept some of daddyâs milk. I bet she wants me to fuck it deeper into you. But I need a better taste first. Get up.â
Joel made you stand between his spread thighs and shoot his blown eyes up at your face as his hand grabbed your pussy and he began kneading your soft mound and folds with his thick fingers. His movements were possessive, harsh, but still pleasant, judging by your expression - lips parted, eyes hazy, ready to roll back any second.
âNow the second rule. No boys in this house or anywhere else. You can fool around with your girlfriends if ya into that, I donât give a fuck, but I donât want any dicks around her, ya hear me? I want your pussy hungry for cock. My cock.â
Joelâs dick was unbelievably hard, trying to poke out of his jeans. âFuck it! Iâm in my own house. If I wanna pull the shlong out I will,â Joel thought and unzipped the fly with a carnal smile. His cock jumped out as soon as it was free and bobbed, looking engorged and ready to explode. But after tasting you, Joel craved more.
He spread his thighs wider, noticing the way you darted your eyes down to get a peek of his length.
âMiss it, babydoll? havenât seen him all night, yeah?â
Joel pulled you closer by your hips, leaned down and pressed his nose right into your clothed mound.
You gasped and grabbed him by the shoulders, trying to steady yourself.
âWhat are youâŠ?â the only thing you had time to say before a moan escaped your lips when Joelâs hot tongue licked your pussy over the thin material of your cotton shorts. They soaked in his saliva in a second and through the wet fabric he could easily feel your pulsating clit under his tongue. He was sure you felt his hot muscle there too by the way you fluttered your eyes shut and bit your lower lip.
For a few moments he kept kneading your asscheeks and licking over your shorts, soaking them and turning you on more and more.
Then your eyes snapped open and you looked at the door. Joel parted from your clothed pussy for a second to reassure you,
âDonât worry, baby. Thereâs a squeaky step at the top of the stairs. Iâll know sheâs comin.â
His words seemed to relax you a little and you held onto his shoulder tighter, trying to sway less under Joelâs hungry groping.
And his hunger was getting unbearable.
âHop on the table, little slut.â Joelâs chin and mustache were glistening with his saliva. His voice was gruff and impatient. You did what he said, like a good girl, and your stepdad lifted your hips and pulled your shorts down, exposing you. In a second they were lying on the floor. The next command sounded like a growl as Joel sat closer to you in his chair.
âFeet up.â
You obediently placed your feet on the edge, hands planted behind you on the table. âHey there, beautiful. Daddyâs ready to play.â
The sight of your cunt was driving Joel mad. Like a starving man, he buried his nose between your wet folds and took a big whiff off your drenched pussy. Heâs never smelled anything hotter and groaned at the scent. You were so wet he could drink you for hours and he didnât see any reason not to start. His hot tongue began sliding all over your cunt, gathering your slick off every crevice and fold, slurping and licking with obscene noises. Joel spread you open with his thick fingers so he wouldnât miss a drop of your tangy nectar and his eyes were closed as he groaned against your perfect cunt.
When he opened his hazy eyes an image of youâ jaw slack, chest and belly heaving, lashes fluttering- almost made him jizz all over your thighs. You looked gone, absolutely overdosed on pleasure.
Joel had to stop. The taste and the feel of your little cunt sent his cock and balls into a frenzy and he had planned to pump you full.
But when you looked at him and whispered a quiet âdaddy, pleaseâ, his mouth as if by itself latched onto your crying pussy and he continued sucking, licking, nibbling on your folds and clit. You raked your fingers through his curls, scratched his scalp with your nails, and Joel moaned into your heat. Heâs never been so horny in his life, never wanted anyone so strongly and it felt like he might have died if his balls werenât drenched soon. His cock was leaking rivers of pre-fuck juice but Joel wanted to last, wanted to come inside you again.
âWant daddyâs tongue in your hole, baby?â Joel asked, brushing your puffy clit with his thumb and taking in the sight of you. You were longing for a release and it didnât surprise him when you nodded eagerly.
âNo, tell me. Wanna hear it.â
âPlease, fuck me with your tongue, daddy,â you murmured and your blown puppy eyes and a thirsty- slut expression sent his tongue right into your flattering hole. Joel moved his head back and forth, reaching with his thick tongue as deep as it would go, lapping off your slick that was flowing out of you generously. His hands were kneading your thighs, until one snaked up to your chest and under your top. He found your soft tit and began groping and squeezing it while his tongue was thrusting into your tight hole.
Joelâs plans crushed when you started coming. Your walls began clamping on his tongue, your legs trembling, but what caused his misfire was your needy âdaddyâdaddyâ âm comingâ ahhhâ. That and the sight of your face all ecstatic and sexy made him thrust his hips up, his balls drew up and his cock began spurting cum all over the place like a damn volcano. Growling and cursing through his teeth, Joel grabbed it by the base, trying to minimize the damage but all in vain. His creamy jizz landed on your thighs, your twitching clit, puffy folds, his neck, his jeans and the table. It was a fucking mess.
When Joel stopped coming, he pushed his sweaty hair back with his hand and leaned back on the chair. Panting, you placed your feet on the floor and stood up on your shaky legs in front of him. Joelâs cum was sliding down your thighs so you padded to the counter and grabbed a paper towel. You cleaned yourself up, then came back and handed some to Joel. But he kept sitting, watching you, legs spread, cock softening but still huge resting on his left thigh.
âBad girl.â
âHm?â
âMade me come without stickin it up your pussy.â
âI âJoel, I didn't do anything.â
âBullshit.â He was fuming. He hadnât busted a nut like that since heâd been a teen. Fucking embarrassing.
You needed to be punished.
âOn your knees. Lick it up.â
âJoel..â
âLick. It. Up.â His tone was cold.
He saw you swallow loudly, eyes full of fear of the steel in his voice. He didnât pity you at that moment, his hunger for you had been temporarily satiated and everything he felt then was the desire to possess, control, bend your will to his.
The sight of you kneeling between his legs put a dark smile on his face, and when you swiped your little tongue over his hairy thigh, gathering the spilled cum, it morphed into a grin.
âEverything, babydoll,â he commanded and leaned forward to grab his mug off the table. The coffee was lukewarm but it would do, he needed to rehydrate after busting such a big load. The load you were eating off his soft cock right that moment.
âBon appetit, little whore,â Joel gloated, sipping his drink, as you were working on cleaning him, your eyes fluttering shut from time to time. You were swallowing his jizz again and again, your tongue soft and hot, and soon Joel began enjoying not only your humiliation, but also the sensation of your gentle tongue dancing over his dick, his balls, his inner thighs.
Joel was chewing on his lower lip, eyes blown, as his cock was waking up.
You were pulling away from his hardening length but suddenly Joelâs strong hand pushed your head down, spearing your mouth with his cock.
Joelâs fat tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged. Your nails sank into his thighs, teary eyes snapped up to his face with panic, as he was making you choke on his thick dick.
âWhat is it, babydoll? Ainât used to huge shlongs, uh? âs ok, weâll train ya,â he cooed, bringing the mug to his lips. He took a sip and then let you free. You coughed, wiping your chin with the back of your hand and glaring at him.
Joel put the mug back on the table and his hand, wrapped around your upper arm, pulled you up on your feet.
While you were still catching your breath, Joel manhandled you down onto his lap. You whined but didnât fight it. The sensation of your wet pussy pressed to his crotch, your juicy naked ass on his thighs injected a new shot of arousal into his veins.
âDaddyâs back in business, sweetie. Câmon, sit on âim.â Joel lifted you up slightly and then, holding his cock at the base, slid the leaking head between your soaked folds, searching for heaven.
âBullâs eye,â he chuckled when his fat tip caught on your sloppy entrance.
âMake her eat himâbet ya pussyâs hungry â yeahâhngggâ! he grunted, feeding your cunt his dick in one go. You arched your back and softly whimpered.
âStill tight as fuck. Shit.â
You were sitting on his length fully, warm and wet, and Joelâs arms snaked around your body, caging you in, keeping you close.
âDamn, this cunt of yours⊠fuckin made for me⊠to milk my cock⊠to drive me crazy.â
All you could muster to reply was a moan which came out louder than Joel expected.
âFuck,â he growled and crashed his mouth against yours, his big hand on the back of your head. You didnât fight him, maybe it would have been hot if youâd done a little, but your submission, your desire for his cock, was feeding Joelâs ego, making him throb harder, grow faster inside you.
Kissing you, he felt your pussy thump around him, squeeze his already stiff shaft tighter with every beat of your fluttering heart.
âRide me, ride my dick,â Joel groaned, parting from your whimpering lips, and almost choked when you began moving up and down, slowly first, helping yourself with your hands planted on his broad shoulders and then picking up the pace. His bear paws were kneading your ass, lifting you up in assistance while your walls were massaging his cock just right.
âYeahâsheâs somethin, babydollâ best pussy I hadâ swearâfuckin hell.â
You seemed to love bouncing on your stepdadâs dick. With sweat covering your forehead, you were glowing in the sunlight. If Joel were romantic heâd compare you to an angel. But he was a lust-driven, immoral asshole so he barked,
âLovin it, horny slut?â
You didnât reply, already cock dumb, too concentrated on your upcoming release. Suddenly you leaned forward and nuzzled his neck. Joel felt your tongue dance over his skin and he realized that you were licking off the cum left there.
âGood fuckin girl,â he praised you with a chuckle. âAinât even need to tell ya.â
Joelâs head fell back and his jaw got slack as you were kissing his jaw and neck, still riding him. When you pulled back, your lips and chin glistening, Joel dropped his head to watch your cunt swallow his shaft again and again. Your cream was gathering on the base of his cock and covering his coarse pubes.
Your movements were getting hectic, desperate, and Joel was ready to come too.
âMilk daddy again, babydoll. Make it right this time. Let me fill âer up.â
You pressed your body close to his with need and after moaning âDaddyâ into the crease of his neck began shaking on his cock, squeezing it, pulsating, gripping it tight.
It sent Joel right over the edge and his dick spat a long rope of cum into your core, then another and another. He grabbed you by the waist and started moving you up and down, prolonging your orgasms, fucking his cum deeper. He wanted it inside you forever, claiming you, marking you, making you his. Joel squirted the final rope with his arms under yours, his hands pressing on your shoulders, pushing your whole body onto his cock. He emptied his balls to the last drop and you accepted his load moaning and whimpering.
Joel slouched in the chair, exhausted but satisfied, and you rested on his chest. A few moments later Joel looked at his watch and croaked, getting your attention with a light spank over your ass,
âCâmon up, sweetie. Sheâll be up soon.â
Joel helped you to get up and cleaned his cum off the table with the paper towel. You werenât helping. Standing by Joel, you looked drunk, your legs shaking. Your stepdad smirked after assessing your look and helped to put your shorts back on.
âDamn. Lookin like after a gangbang. Can you walk?â
âYeah,â you mumbled and stumbled to the door, like a dear that recently learnt how to walk. Joel furrowed his brows. Your mom would definitely ask what had happened to you. Hopefully she wouldnât see you sneaking up to your room.
Unfortunately, Joelâs luck ran out. He heard a squeak.
Fuck!
In three big steps Joel reached you and took you in his arms, bridal style. You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck.
âFollow my lead,â he said under his breath and carried you out of the kitchen.
âOh my god, what happened?!â his wife exclaimed, frozen in the middle of the stairs.
âShe hit her toe, honey. Clumsy girl. Donât worry. Iâll help her up to her bedroom.â
You were nodding, looking sad, and Joel smirked in his mind. Little slut was ready to lie.
âIs it broken?â Your momâs voice was worried.
âNo, just hurts,â you replied with a shaky voice, âIâll be fine.â
Joel hurriedly walked up the stairs, carrying you in his strong arms, leaving you mother behind.
âDonât worry, honey. Iâll get her everything she needs.â
âThank you, Joel,â he heard his wife say on her way to the kitchen. Hopefully she wonât notice the scent of sex and cum there, Joel thought.
He shut your bedroom door behind him with his foot, carried you to the bed and laid you down.
âWhat did I tell ya? Sheâll believe anythin,â he smirked, standing by the bed, his hands on his hips.
You smiled a little and leaned against the headboard with a sigh of relief.
Joelâs gaze slid down from your tired looking face to your shorts. An idea of pushing his cum back into your soft hole with his fingers flashed in his mind. No! He needed to return to the kitchen and reassure your mother. God forbid sheâd come up to check on you and notice all the cum stains on your clothes.
âWe had fun, uh, beautiful?â
âYeah,â you mumbled.
âWasnât talkin to you,â Joel gruffed before bending down and petting your pussy over your shorts. You scuffed and Joel barked a loud laugh.
Then he left your bedroom with a wide smile on his face and thoroughly drained balls.
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Babe, itâs never too early OR late to cry horny tearsđđ€ tbh Iâd give my life to that man, married or notđ
Thatâs why the ending is kinda optimistic and delulu codedđ
thank you for reading and being so nice, Kate! I appreciate it a lot!đ«đđđ
BORROWED TIME
Joel Miller x f!reader || 4k
Summary: Joel and you are enjoying an ideal vacation together. Warm ocean, white sand, soft kisses, and hot sex make it feel like paradise. But as your time here is running out, the thoughts that youâve been trying to keep at bay start eating at your soul.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, angst, fluff, age is not specified, soft dom vibes, infidelity, praise kink, f!oral, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampies, belly bulge, soft!Joel, EMOTIONS, rough-ish sex, consensual somno, heavily inspired by Pedroâs vacay pics and videos. Pics are only for the mood. Joel can lift reader. Reader wears a dress, a bikini.
A/n: yay my first fic of 2025! I didnât expect it to be this one but like all of us I was deeply affected by the recent Pedro content and needed to cope somehow so I wrote this. I really hope yâall will like it! Smooches to @milla-frenchy for beta-ingđ ILY, babyđ« Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
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The first day in heaven. A soft breeze caresses your skin as soon as you step out of the cab, just from the airport, but Joelâs hands always do it better.
Youâve been looking forward to this trip, afraid to even talk about it, scared to jinx it, make it vanish like a mirage. Youâve been dreaming of having Joel all to yourself for too long.
Joel hugs you in the hotel lobby while theyâre checking you in, and you tilt your head up to face him. Youâve never smiled so widely before. Your heart is fluttering in your chest, and his scent, your favorite in the whole world, makes you tremble and gush.
You taste sugar on your lips from a welcome Mimosa, and as soon as you two are in your room, he licks it off; the kiss is full of passion, his hands eager, desperate to tear your summer dress off. Itâs on the floor in a second, just like your panties. He kneels in front of you and kisses your naked thigh. A growl against your skin makes you shiver before he looks you up and down, taking in the sight of your naked body, and then tuts with overexaggerated disapproval,
âAsked you not to wear anything underneath, didnât I?â
âYeah, but I couldnât be butt-naked on the plane, Joel,â you giggle, tracing a line from the crease between his brows, down the slope of his nose, and to his chin. You love his profile so much that seeing it is not enough, so you made a habit of touching it too.
âI promise youâll never see any underwear on me from now on.â
âGood girl,â he praises you with a wide smile, and then suddenly latches onto your wet pussy. You gasp and grab his broad shoulders to steady yourself. Joel helps you not to fall, his strong hands on your thighs spread your legs apart, and you happily grant him access to the most sacred part of your body.
He pushes his tongue between your folds, traces your soft entrance with its tip, and your legs are already trembling. He starts playing with you, mischief swimming in his dark eyes, slowly laps at your folds, gently sucks on your clit but doesnât give you enough stimulation to come.
You whine when his mouth parts from your puffy bud, desperate for a release.
âYouâll come, my angel. But only on my cock,â Joel promises, getting up, takes you in his arms, and carries you to the shower.
You're caged between the shower wall and Joel. He's naked and wet, radiating sex and desire. Soapy water is running over the curves of your body while he's washing you, taking his time. His big lathered palms are gliding over your breasts, belly, mound, ass. Your hands are pressed to the expense of his chest as he's slowly edging you, always happy to play with you like a cat with a mouse. He's waiting for you to break under his touch, to beg for more. Yet his heart is beating so fast and hard under your palms that it leaves you no doubt that he's desperate for you just as much as you're for him. He can't get enough of you and your heart sings, seeing every sign of itâ his blown out eyes, his heavy breathing, his hard cock.
You're revelling in the caress of Joel's hands but your body takes over soon enough. Your wet palm slithers down his torso and wraps around his stiff length. You pump the shaft a few times and then guide his tip between your folds.
"Fuck me, Joel." Your plea is almost swallowed by the sound of the rainfall shower but he hears you.
"Begging me already? So needy." His eyes are obsidian, he can't fool you.
"Aren't you?" you purr, sliding his fat tip up and down over your hardened clit, massaging it, making yourself moan and tremble. The sensation makes Joel grunt and break. Through his teeth he commands, "Turn around."
âYes, sir,â you breathe out, smile wide, eyes sparkling, and in a second the cold tile kisses your cheek, then your pebbled nipples, and his fat head slowly slides into your pussy, followed by his girthy shaft.
âHnggggâ oh, babyâbeen thinking of fucking you since this morning. Your damn dress. Took me a lot not to ruin you right on the plane.â
You whimper at his words and then your eyes roll back when he starts thrusting his thickness in and out of your tight cunt. It takes you a few deep breaths to get used to the stretch but you always take him well and soon wet slapping noises reverberate off the walls, together with your moans and his grunts fusing into a melody of lust and passion. You love when heâs as desperate for you as youâre for him. It gives you hope.
Crispy sheets, so white your eyes hurt, envelop your poorly-dried bodies like a cloud.
âCâmere,â he croaks, pulling you closer, and you rest your head on his chest as he covers you two with a blanket. His warm cum is leaking out of your stretched pussy and you tingle all over again but the flight has drained you both and in a couple of minutes you two fall asleep.
You wake up before Joel and slip out from under his arm to look at the view. You walk out on the balcony and the beauty of the ocean under the bright sun overwhelms you, making you squeal with excitement. Not being able to wait any longer to feel the caress of the waves, you hurry back to the room and wake Joel up with a soft kiss.
âWake up, sleepy. Letâs go swimming before the sun sets.â
Joelâs golden skin is sparkling with a myriad of water diamonds as heâs standing waist-deep in the bluest ocean in front of you, rendering you completely mesmerized. He chuckles, noticing the way youâre almost drooling, and pulls you closer into his embrace. With his body pressed to yours, your pussy starts aching, and a twitch in his swim trunks tells you that heâs also affected by the sight and the feel of you.
âDamn, baby, driving me crazyâŠyour tiny bikiniâŠâ
âDo you like it?â you ask, brushing his neck with your lips, tasting salt on his skin.
âHate the way they all stare at you. Youâre mine. But the way you look. Yeah, I like it,â he growls and bucks his hips against you under the water. You giggle and then sigh into the crease of his neck.
âIâm yours,â you whisper. âAre you mine?â you think. You push the thoughts back into a box in your mind you promised yourself not to open here. âYouâre in heaven. Donât ruin it,â you remind yourself.
The next morning you wake up and see Joel right next to you, limbs tangled in the sheets, plush lips asking for a kiss. A rush of happiness makes you tear up and you squirm with impatience to start the day when Joel opens his eyes. Heâs gorgeous in the morning â hair disheveled, voice hoarse. He looks a little grumpy but you kiss the crease between his brows away and his face softens.
âMorning, my angel.â
You wish you could hear it till the rest of your life. Or at least next week. He pulls you into his sleepy body, the hug is tight, the kiss is impatient, and soon the murmur of the ocean accompanies your whispers as youâre riding him, your thighs, sticky with sweat cling to his hips, his hand is kneading your breast, the otherâs focused on making you come, thick fingers swirling around your clit. He expertly brings you to a hard orgasm and follows quickly afterâthe back of his head dips into the fluffy pillow as he bursts into you and you milk him to the last drop, happy to walk around with his cum between your legs all day.
Joelâs lying on a lounger now, his expression concentrated, reading a book in the shade, while youâre standing a few steps away, drying yourself with a towel, just out of the ocean. You canât help but stare at his handsome face, the broadness of his shoulders, his big arms. God, heâs gorgeous. Feeling your heart eyes on him, Joel glances at you from the side and his lips curve into a playful smirk. It sends a bolt of lightning through your body, electrifies every nerve, makes your core burn with desire.
No need for words. His expression tells you everything - âCâmere. Now.â
Still dripping water, you walk to him and straddle his muscular thighs, barely covered by his red shorts. His legs are hot against your cold skin but you melt into your bikini bottoms because of his eyesâ obsidian, piercing, magnetic, they pull you close and you lie down on his chest. His book, forgotten in a second, falls on the sand with a thud. You kiss his soft lips and whisper against them, âTake me to our room.â
Delicious dinners at sunset, the warm ocean, the white sand, clinging to your heated body, but most importantly him next to you make the time here fly. Blissful minutes turn into hours, hours flow into days. Full of laughter, long conversations, endless kissing and hot sex. But your ideal life, your paradise starts glitching and breaking into pixels when one morning he offers, âWanna go get some souvenirs?â
Just one question, as trivial as it can be on a holiday, breaks the wall youâve built in your mind between your perfect existence here and your reality there. Between your present and your future. Near future. Youâre going back soon. To that life.
Suffocating panic tightly grabs your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to drive away the thoughts, to glue the wall back together but he muses what he should get for Sarah and your wall turns into glass and shatters into a million pieces.
You mumble something incoherent trying to fight the upcoming tears and rush to the bathroom.
By the time youâre standing in front of the mirror tears are flowing down your cheeks and you hastily wipe them away, hating to upset him, but your heart and your head, joined in a cruel tandem, remind you that everything is going to go back to normal very soon. Normal for him is a misery for you. Waiting, hoping, asking him to stay longer, wishing that he finally makes a decision, finally chooses you.
The rest of the day youâre quiet, afraid to speak and to let your emotions spoil your precious time together. It gets unbearably hard to ignore the fact that youâre having him all to yourself on borrowed time. You start or rather let yourself notice his calls, his voice quiet, probably lying about his business meetings. He talks to his wife on the balcony or in the bathroom, not to keep you a secret âyou know how to be quiet when she calls at this point, but rather not to rub her in your face. Youâre thankful, not wanting to reopen the wound thatâs been slowly healing up during these days together. Yet you know that soon itâs going to gush blood again when you say goodbye to your paradise and return to your empty bed, fleeting dates with him and soul-crushing loneliness.
You disassociate when he talks about packing and the flight back. You kiss him and want to cry, moan his name under the weight of his body but your heart aches. Every touch is a reminder that soon itâll be over, soon heâll be hers again.
Itâs the last day of the trip and early in the morning you sneak out while Joelâs still asleep and go to the beach. Itâs almost empty, only seagulls are the witnesses of your breakdown. Youâre crying, swept by a wave of dreadful thoughts in your mind. Tomorrow youâre leaving and then heâs leaving you. For a day? Two? A week? Who knows.
You canât blame him. You knew that he was married from the start. At first it felt like a fling but you got attached, you fell in love with the married man and foolishly expected him to divorce his wife, scoop you up in his big arms and carry you into the sunset like in a cheesy rom-com. But he kept telling you that, yes he didnât love his wife anymore, but his daughter Sarah was too young and she was his world. Heâd never hurt her like that, would never break up the family.
They say, you canât change the ocean, no matter how hard you try, so itâs best to learn how to sail in all conditions. Just like the ocean Joel was unyielding in his devotion to his daughter but you failed to adapt so you were slowly drowning in despair, your love for him dragging you down like an iron ball chained to your foot.
You wipe the tears away and squeeze a handful of sand between your fingers as anger rises in your stomach. You deserve better than being someoneâs dirty secret. What if you give him an ultimatum - you or his wife, and if he chooses her, youâll find someone else. Someone whoâll love you openly, whoâll choose you. Someone better.
A thought makes your stomach sink - itâs not possible. Joel is perfect. Heâs fucking perfect except for one huge flaw. Heâs married.
You walk with your heart heavy back to your room and find Joel up, nervously pacing the floor. He asks where youâve been and, not being able to conceal your feelings any longer, you burst into tears. He rushes to hug you but you slap his arms away. You shout, you cry, you beg. All the pain pushed deep down is spilling out of your heart, accompanied by the words you hate saying, insecurities you promised yourself to hide but itâs hard to stop.
Itâs not like he hasnât heard it all before. He has and thatâs why now he looks tired. Not angry. Never. Just tired, sad and guilty.
Joel tries to calm you down, comfort you but all in vain. Youâre waiting for him to tell you âIâll be with you forever,â but instead he mumbles that he needs to take a walk and leaves you crying, face buried in his pillow. His scent woven into the fabric brings a thought to your mind which makes you cry even harder â soon youâll go back to your flat where everything smells like him but loses the warmth of his body the second he leaves.
In the evening Joel timidly suggests going to the hotel bar. You feel embarrassed for your earlier outburst, but the fact that he didnât make the decision you hoped for is twisting your stomach. Thinking that everything is better than staring at the suitcases in the corner of the room, you agree to go.
The bar is almost empty except for the two of you. You sit at the counter and order two shots of tequila. After emptying them fast, you both get two more and soon the hard liquor slightly numbs your emotions.
Joelâs warm hand is resting on your lower back as heâs peppering your shoulder, your neck, your cheek with open mouth kisses, but youâre cold, distant. Itâs hard even to look at him.
He sighs but then suddenly exclaims, making you jerk,
âI love this song! Letâs dance!â
You smile a little, amused by the lights in his eyes. Heâs cute when heâs tipsy. But you shake your head and mumble that youâre not in the mood.
Joel surprises you when he slides off his stool and starts dancing. Alone. For you. Despite everything you canât tear your eyes off him. His dark gaze set on yours pierces your soul and makes your heart flutter in your chest. His movements are slow and alluring and the sway of his hips ignites fire in your core. You press your thighs together, quickly affected by his blatant seduction, and when he moves closer, so close you can feel the heat of his body, it gets hard for you to breathe.
Joelâs lustful eyes tell you to submit and when he places his hands on your knees, you obediently open your legs in invitation. He gets between your thighs and gently takes your face in his hands. Joel looks into your eyes and you stop breathing altogether. At this moment you realize that youâll never leave him willingly, never be able to say goodbye to these kind brown eyes, these soft lips, these gentle hands. Heâs the love of your life and youâre his completely and utterly. But heâs not yours.
You rush to your room, both swept by the urge to tear each other apart. Soon your clothes are littering the floor, your cheek pressed to the bed, ass pushed out in the air, as heâs kneeling behind you, snapping his hips against you hard and fast, pushing his throbbing cock deeper into your wet cunt, grunting, making you scream. His fat tip knocks at your cervix and it slightly hurts but you welcome it, wishing to focus on the ache from his length rather than the pain torturing your soul. His hands are leaving marks on your soft hips and youâre looking forward to seeing them on your body later as evidence that this trip was in fact real and not a wishful dream.
âFuckâ gonna comeâ you first, baby,â Joel growls and rubs your clit with an impatient hand, wet with your juices. You come shaking and crying on his cock and he rewards you with his load, squirting against your pulsating walls, which are squeezing him tightly and desperately. Heâs carefully pulling out, and your tight cunt grabs onto him. Just like your heart, your body always craves him.
You wake up when itâs still dark outside. Joelâs chest is pressed to your back, his hand is cupping your wet folds, as heâs taking you from behind, sleepily moving his cock in and out of your sore pussy, drenched with his cum.
âOh, babyâ ahhhâlove youâso muchâyeahhâ so goodâ,â heâs whispering in your ear, his voice gruff with sleep, his hot breath caressing your cheek. You moan softly before echoing him, âI love you, Joel.â
You beg him not to stop, already feeling yourself on the brink of ecstasy. The nature of your relationship makes it a rarity to be used by him in your sleep and you get turned on instantly. His arm snakes under and wraps around you as he starts pulling and twitching your nipples, while his other hand massages your puffy folds and then moves up.
âDamnâright here,â Joel grows, feeling a lump, moving under your skin. Thrusting his cock in and out with a steady rhythm, he mumbles, âGimme,â grabs your hand and presses your palm tightly to your own belly, covering it with his hand.
âFeel it?â
âYes, Joel, fuck,â you whimper and turn your head to catch his lips with yours. Joel keeps fucking you leisurely while you both are feeling the push of his cock under your skin.
Completely drunk on pleasure, swallowing each other's moans, you start coming hard at the same time, and your bodies, wet with sweat, jerk against each other. You feel so full, complete - your core is full of his load, your heart is full of his love. Happy in your oblivion, you fall asleep in the heaven of Joelâs arms.
But the dreaded morning comes fast. You try to concentrate on the tasks at hand, focus on the last preparations and soon Joel and you get into the cab, ready to head to the airport. You throw one last look at the hotel and the ocean, and take a deep breath, fighting the urge to cry. Sensing it, Joel pulls you closer and starts telling you an old childhood story, something about his brother Tommy and them ditching school together. You know what heâs doing but surprisingly it works and soon your giggles and his deep laugh fill the cab, lighting up the air between you two.
When you arrive in Austin, Joel insists on going to your address together. You refuse at first, but spending an extra hour with him sounds amazing. You hold hands on the way and shamelessly make out at the back of the cab.
You arrive at your place and Joel helps you with your suitcases. When you step into your flat, it seems like youâre carrying something heavy on your shoulders. Should you apologize for the last few days? Should you say something about it at all, risking leaving a bad taste in your mouths, ruining the whole trip.
But Joel beats you to it.
He comes up to you and hugs you tight. So tight that itâs hard for you to breathe. You nuzzle his neck, reveling in his scent, and suddenly you feel his whole body shake. You tilt your head up and see tears in his sad eyes. Youâve never seen Joel cry before, and it makes your chest hurt and your eyes well up too.
âJoel?â
âNo, baby. Listen to me.â His voice is shaky, and fear grips your heart. Is he going to break up with you? Youâd die on the spot.
He sniffs and continues,
âIâm sorry. Sorry for the mess I got you in. Sorry for your tears, but â I canât, baby. Canât do what you want from me. Rightfully so, but â not now. Iâm sorry.â
Youâre shaking your head, your teardrops landing on his tee,
âNo, itâs ok. Itâs fine.â
âItâs not, sweetheart. Iâm an asshole. Itâs horrible what Iâm doing to them and to you. But Iâm fuckin selfish. I canât â can not be with you. I need you. I love you too much.â
You smile weakly, hearing his confession. Joel takes your hands in his and holds them tightly as he croaks,
âAnd you decide to stop seeing me, Iâll understand. I wonât bother you. I promise.â
You wipe tears off his scruffy cheeks and reach up to give him a kiss.
When you part from him, your expression is serious and determined.
âThereâs nothing to decide, Joel. I love you. And Iâll wait for you. As long as you need me to. Iâm yours.â
Joelâs red eyes dart between yours, and you give him a reassuring smile. After taking a deep breath, he whispers ,
âI donât deserve you.â
He lifts you up, strong arms wrapped around your torso, and crashes his mouth against yours. You kiss him back with passion, putting your love in every stroke of your lips. Joel possessively licks into your mouth, his big hand cups the back of your head, keeping you close - a sign that heâs not letting you go. He needs you too much.
It might be wrong, it might bring you both grave pain, but a glimmer of hope in your heart, given by his confession, puts a smile on your face when you close the door behind him. He loves you, he wants to be with you, youâre his. And for now, it should be enough.
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WALLET PHOTO || DBF!Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Joel and you are in a secret relationship but one day Joel notices that youâre not very careful at keeping the secret.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, age gap (how big is up to you), soft!Joel, taking nudes, praise kink, f!oral, unprotected piv (wrap it up), squirting, creampie. Reader wears a skirt. Pics are only for the mood, reader has no physical description.
Word count: 4,3k
A/n: written for @justagalwhowrites âs Joel Miller Birthday celebration! I chose dbf Joel and secret relationship. Thank you for a wonderful challenge, Kit đand Happy Birthday to tloml, Joel Miller!â€ïž Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ingđ Iâve never written dbf and I hope yâall like it! Love you! Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
MASTERLIST || more soft Joel - Good Girl || Sweet Cherry
After an afternoon movie date with Joel youâre sitting on your bed in your room with a shoe box on your lap. Joelâs leaning against the door frame, watching you with a soft smile. Your noisy roommate is not in so you two are enjoying each otherâs company in the quiet apartment.
Joel knows about your big collection of movie tickets and doesnât ask any questions when you take today's trophy out of your wallet with a content smile and place it in the box. Youâre telling him how much you hate the introduction of electronic tickets when Joel interrupts you.
"Hey! Show me that.â
With his expression serious all of a sudden he steps up towards you, his arm stretched and waiting.
âWhat?"
"Your wallet. Give me.â
âEhm... no.â
You're hurriedly trying to shove it back into your tiny handbag but Joelâs too fast. He bends down, yanks the wallet out of your fingers and opens it. You sigh deeply when he looks down at you with a heavy scowl that speaks volumes.
You donât say anything and after a few moments of heavy silence he breaks it.
âBabyâ.
You probably should feel concerned but the thunder in his voice sends shivers of excitement down your spine, your heartbeat increases and you gush into your panties.
"What?"
"Why do you have my photo in your wallet?"
You pout your lips and reply with defiance,
"To look at you."
He puts his hands on his hips, his usual stance when you behave like a brat, your wallet still clenched between his thick fingers, and his usually warm but now fiery eyes under the furrowed brows are boring into you.
âWhat if your dad sees it?â
"He won't."
"How can you be so sure? Iâve noticed it. He might as well."
"Well..,â you start and pause, looking everywhere but his piercing eyes.
"Well what?"
âI don't know, Joel! Stop grilling me!â you exclaim, finally breaking under pressure. Then you look up at the man with your best puppy eyes and explain, âI love this photo. I love looking at it when I miss you.â
Joel sighs and his arms fall in defeat. His softness washes away the displeasure off his handsome face as soon as he notices that youâre upset.
His voice is warm and comforting again when he argues,
"But you have a bunch of my photos on your phone.â
"Yeah, but⊠This is different. I love having it here. I open my wallet and BAM! Youâre staring at me. So handsome and mine.â Your eyes downcast, you add, âMy heart feels warm and shit when I see it.â
"Warm and shit. Jesus. You'll be the death of me, missy."
With a deep sigh he hands you the wallet back and when you are about to grab it, he clasps your wrist and gently pulls you off the bed and into his embrace. You press your nose to his warm chest, hidden behind the softest flannel, and take a deep breath of his scent. His big heart is beating steadily under your palms, his arms, muscular and strong, shield you from the outside world that is unfortunately not receptive to your relationship.
You feel a kiss planted on the top of your head and look up at Joel. Your eyes lock as you talk without speaking, confess the things that both of you have no guts to verbalize yet. Instead you connect by sharing the warmth of your bodies, letting your heartbeats harmonize with each other.
As always when youâre with Joel, the warmth quickly morphs into scorching fire and your body starts demanding him just as much as your heart. Your core ignites, sending flames of wet desire to your aching pussy and you lick your lower lip, inviting your secret lover to get a taste.
âMy beautiful girlâ, Joel whispers, as his pupils dilate, eyes slide over the curve of your mouth and he leans down. The kiss, gentle, slow and wet, soon overwhelms you, makes your whole body tremble with need and you cuddle into his arms as close as you can.
Joel seems impatient to have you too and when he slightly bucks his hips, you feel him stiff against your lower belly. You breathe out his name and take a step back, pulling him by the hand towards your bed. He sits down on the foot of it and you swiftly straddle his thighs.
âDamn, baby,â Joel growls as you plant a soft kiss on his cheek and your hips start rolling gently against his hard bulge. He throws your open wallet on the bed and you turn to look down at the photo.
Joel follows the direction of your eyes and says with a soft smile, âI remember that day.â
âYeah, it was my birthday. You looked so hot in that blue shirt.â
âReally?â Joel beams at you like a cat sitting in the sun and his dark eyes are darting between yours while his hands are gripping your hips tighter.
âYeah. We weren't together yet but I was already⊠I already liked you.â
âOh,â Joel mumbles and then tilts his head, brows furrowed. âDidnât ya have a boyfriend back then? I remember some guy being there with you.â
âYeah, I did,â you smirk and then nuzzle his scruffy cheek, purring against it, âbut the entire party I was wet because of my dadâs buddy.â
Joel growls and squeezes the softness of your hips as you sit straight and admit, locking eyes with him,
â âs why I took that photo. Wanted to have something of you.â
Joelâs looking up at you as if youâre an angel fallen
from heaven. Not used to expressing his feelings, he pulls you closer, kisses your cheek and hugs you tightly.
âI⊠never thought Iâd feel all this again. Never thought youâd be mine. âm lucky to have you.â
You hold your breath and freeze in his arms, scared to ruin this beautiful moment.
Joel pulls away from you and searches for your eyes.
"I want your photo too, sweetheart. Wanna feel warm and shit when I open my wallet," he quotes you with a wink and adds, "Your dad be damned."
You giggle, the sound ringing with excitement, and swiftly get off him.
âLetâs take it now!â
You hurry to your desk, open the first drawer and look for your Polaroid camera. Then you return to Joel, handing it to him.
âWhere should I sit?â
You look about your bedroom, chewing on your lip, searching for the best place to pose at.
âNot the bed, baby. I should have at least the benefit of the doubt if someone sees it.â
You laugh and then take a seat in your chair at the desk, thighs pressed together, covered partially by your short skirt, hands clasped in your lap.
Joel gets up, and when you give him your most innocent smile, he pushes the button.
The picture slides out immediately and Joel pulls it out and starts shaking it, stepping up to you, waiting for it to develop.
âIf I look bad, weâll take another one, k?â you ask, your big eyes directed at Joel.
âYou couldnât look bad even if you tried, baby.â
Warmth fills your chest as he cups your cheek and you nuzzle his warm palm. Then you impatiently take the photo from his hand and look at it.
âItâll do,â you comment with a happy grin.
You show it to Joel and he bends over and squints looking at it.
âDo you need your glasses?â You ask with a naughty smile and Joel throws you the look.
âI donât,â he straightens up and takes the photo from you to inspect it closely.
âHuh. You look like such a good girl.â
You fake gasp, plant your hands on your knees and bat your lashes at him with exaggeration.
âAinât I a good girl, Joel?â
The man puts the photo on your desk and steps up so close that his jeans brush your naked knees. You squirm when he pinches your chin and tilts your head up to face him.
âWe both know how bad this good girl can get.â
The way he says it, voice low and gruff, eyes blown out and full of fire, sends shivers down your spine and you feel a new surge of wetness spill into your already soaked panties.
âYeah,â you agree and bite your lip when an idea lights up in your mind. âWe can take one more photo. Of your bad girl.â
Joelâs chest expands, and he shifts his jaw while his hungry gaze is sliding down your body.
âYouâll let me?â
You nod, melting under his scorching look.
His expression is serious, almost dark, when he takes the camera off the desk. You try to contain your excitement, calm down the fire burning deep in your core, before you take a deep breath. Joel steps back and sits down on the bed, thighs spread, holding the camera in his big hands but not lifting it to his eyes.
âShow me what you wanna do, baby.â
âOhh.â You raise your eyebrows playfully at the man. âYou can be unhappy with my pose?â
âWhat if my bad girl gets too shy to come out?â He smiles and you bite your lower lip, giddy with the challenge presented to you.
After a few moments of contemplation you start by taking your top off. You give Joel a little show, sliding the clothing off your body slowly, gliding your hands over your exposed skin. Soon youâre left sitting in your lacy bra and a skirt and Joel seems to love it. He throws his thighs wider and adjusts his prominent bulge.
Wishing to show him your assets in the best way, you lean against the chair and arch your back, pushing your tits out. Your nipples are hard under the thin lace and Joel definitely sees them.
âYouâre beautiful, baby,â Joel praises you in a soft tone but then tilts his head to the side, a smirk twisting his lips. âWish you showed me more.â
You narrow your eyes at the man.
âI hope youâre ready for whatâs coming,â you say and seductively pull down your skirt. Joelâs eyes immediately dart to your lacy thong. Now youâre sitting only in your underwear in front of Joel, whoâs still fully clothed. When you glide your palms over your body to entice the man, your arousal spikes and you desperately wish for it to be Joelâs big hands.
âWanna take a pic now?â You know that Joelâs on the verge of getting up and ripping the last of the clothes off you but he surprises you with his reply, as he places the camera on the bed next to him.
âNot yet, sweetheart. You can do better.â
Your jaw drops at his audacity and you wriggle in the seat, trying to alleviate the ache between your legs, probably leaving a wet stain on the chair.
âHe wants to play? Letâs play,â you think and purr,
âCareful what you wish for, Mr Miller.â
Joelâs nostrils flare and a low growl rises up from his chest when he hears what you called him.
Your mischievous smile indicates that you know exactly what youâre doing and you donât plan on stopping. Joel is always gentle with you but sometimes itâs fun to wake the other side of him, a passionate man driven by desire, ready to grab, manhandle and fuck you like youâve never been fucked before.
So with a half sigh-half moan you hook your thumbs under the straps of your bra and slide them off your shoulders while Joelâs dark eyes are following your every move. His gaze glosses over when you pull your bra cups down and expose your breasts to his hungry eyes.
âOhh, thatâs my girl,â he croaks, moving closer to the edge of the bed, as if heâs ready to pounce on you any second.
âStill a good girl, Joel?â you purr, kneading the soft plush of your tits, and spreading your thighs a little wider.
Joel seems to be lost for words as you take the bra off and languidly move your hips back and forth, riding the chair, desperately wishing it to be Joelâs hips. Your sexy taunting backfires as the friction on your aching pussy spikes your need and you plead,
âCan you already take the pic?â
Not tearing his eyes off your body, Joel grabs the camera off the bed but still doesnât direct it at you.
Your heart beats faster when you realize what heâs waiting for.
Youâve started dating Joel recently so every time you show him THAT part of you, your pussy, your whole body still trembles with nerves and excitement. Joel never pushes you, never asks for more that you wish to give him but you canât help but feel a little anxious.
Before you step over the edge, you take a deep breath and spread your thighs wider. You trace your seam under the panties with your middle finger and your skin erupts with chills at the light caress. You tilt your hips up to show him more and Joel leans slightly forward and wets his lips when his eyes land on the wet spot on the fabric.
âShall I take my panties off, Mr Miller?â Your voice is shaky with lust, as you press your finger to your hardened clit over the soaked panties. A needy moan flies out of your parted lips and Joel echoes it with a groan.
âYeah, sweetheart. Please, show me.â
His self control is crumbling, judging by the strain in his voice. You donât make him wait for long. You lift your hips and in a second your panties fall on the floor.
âOhh, baby.â
Joelâs soft moan at the sight of your naked pussy gives you the needed courage, drowns your shyness in a deep pit of desire, and you slowly lift and plant your feet on the edge of the chair, one and then the other.
Your pussy opens up, weeping hole clenching, calling for your lover, and your chest and belly heave when you caress your mound and then slide your middle finger between your wet folds.
âJoel,â you whimper and his will breaks.
He gets up, brings the camera to his eyes but then lowers it to ask,
âCan I take a few photos of you?â
You smile and whisper a sultry â yeahâ and Joel pushes the button, taking a photo of you sitting on the chair, your nipples perked up, legs bent and spread, hand resting between your thighs as you look up at him with your gaze lustful and needy.
Heâs inching towards you and every few seconds takes another photo. Click-click-click.
âDamn, I â youâreâ fuck, so hot.â
You giggle and, wanting to give him more, run your hands over your naked body so he could capture your fingers pushing your breasts together, twitching your nipples, gliding through your puffy folds. The pictures are falling on the floor, one by one, blank yet, creating a path as heâs slowly walking towards you.
Your pussy is crying, clear desire trickling from your hole and onto the chair, and you whimper when he kneels in front of you and glances up, waiting for your approval. Your cheeks burn but you nod with a smile, letting him capture the most sacred part of you.
Joelâs breathing heavily as he brings the camera to his eyes and directs it at your glistening cunt.
When the photo appears, he doesnât look at it. Instead heâs focused on your expression, pained and needy, and your desperate âJoelâ falling off your lips drives him crazy. He puts the camera on the floor and clasps his big hands around your ankles.
âAre you achinâ, sweetie? Do you want me to kiss your sweet pussy?â
âYes, Joel, please, yeââ, he doesnât let you finish, his warm lips immediately press to your cold wet folds.
A string of your loud moans fill the room after he grabs your hips, throws your thighs on his shoulders and begins eating you out. He starts with open mouth kisses to your inner thighs, slowly moves to your sopping center and licks a path from your hole to your pulsating clit. He gently sucks it into his mouth and you clench your fist in his curly graying hair, your pussy gushing onto his chin. Joel feels your wetness on his skin and lowers his mouth to drink everything you're offering him, like itâs nectar of the gods itself.
âSweetâsweet little pussyâmineâya mine, baby,â he mumbles and his words vibrate against your cunt, making you writhe and whimper, as heâs bringing you higher to the peak.
âOh my god, Joel,â you whine as his tongue begins a lascivious dance over your clit, his wet hot muscle swirling around it, rubbing it tirelessly and itâs not long until you cry out into your palm and shake, twitch, jerk against the chair, against Joelâs unyielding lips, still caressing you through the hard climax.
You sigh happily when your body relaxes, and completely drunk on endorphins, with half-lidded eyes, see Joelâs face looking up at you from between your thighs. His gaze is lustful, chin glistening with your slick, and you sit up to kiss the man who has just rocked your world.
Joel reaches up to you and you meet him halfway, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss lets you taste the tang of your juices on his tongue, and you hum at the delicious mixture of him and you.
âNeed you, babyâ need you now,â Joel murmurs against your lips. Eager as well you get up and lead him to the bed.
With impatient hands he starts unbuttoning his shirt, but you stop him.
âLet me, Joel, please,â you ask, your eyes pleading, and he grants your wish. You take his flannel off and then his undershirt. You know that heâs desperate to be inside you yet you canât help but to glide your palms over the expense of his hairy chest and shoulders, marveling at the strength of his body, so big and broad and all yours. You unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down together with his boxers.
Joelâs chest is heaving as you both look down at his hard cock, standing proudly at attention.
You bite your lip and your eyes gloss over. Itâs gorgeous. You wish you could kiss it all over, take it in your mouth, let him spill his hot cum on your waiting tongue. No, he needs your warm wet pussy.
You wrap your hand around his stiffness and Joel moans, hurriedly trying to hide the sound with a fake cough.
âNo, please,â you whisper, placing your palm on his chest. âI love hearing how good you feel.â
Joel slithers his arm around you and cups your butt, pulling you closer to him, and his wet tip pokes your lower belly.
âYOU make me feel good. I can never get enough of you,â he whispers in your ear and you melt under the heat of his naked body against yours, his lips leaving kisses along your neck.
âWanna ride you,â your murmur tells him.
Joel lies down on your bed and you straddle his thighs and take his cock in your hand before lifting your hips and hovering over it. Heâs still training your pussy to take him and his big cock is still a challenge for you. You brace your hand on his chest, guide his tip to your entrance, take a deep breath before starting to sink on his member, inch by inch.
Joel shuts his eyes and tilts his head back, dipping it into the mattress.
âOhâohhhhâfuckinââ,â a string of pleasured sounds is leaving his open mouth and you follow him, reveling in the sensation of him pushing your walls apart, filling you nicely like no one has ever had.
Finally youâre fully sitting on his cock and he opens his eyes to look down at the place youâre joined, his length completely sheathed inside your cunt.
âWill never get used to itâwarm and wetâ and so fuckinâ tight. Sorry, baby,â he apologizes for cursing and you reassure him with a hazy smile,
â âs ok. Youâre so big inside me, Joel. Itâs like I can feel you here.â You put your hand on your chest and he chuckles,
âI ainât that big, sweetheart. But thank you for the compliment.â
You giggle but the smiles are quickly wiped off your faces when you finally move on his cock. You start riding him, rolling your hips back and forth, smearing your slick over his crotch, and then bounce up and down, alternating your movements.
Joel's hands are gripping your thighs but you need him so much that you take them and hold them up, feeling your connection brighter. Joelâs looking up at you with adoration and piety, taking in your ecstatic expression, your bouncing breasts, your skin, dewy with sweat, your glistening folds, spread around his girthy cock.
âFuckinâ angel,â he mumbles and shuts his eyes.
âJoel, look at me. Please,â you murmur.
âCanât, babyâ canâtâ Iâll come too soonâyouâre too sexy.â
âI donât care. Come. I want your eyes on me.â
He doesnât deny you and soon heâs drinking the sight of you fucking him with full gulps.
You donât give him any respite when you place his hands on your breasts and he begins kneading them, twitching your perky nipples. Yours meanwhile travel back, as you turn slightly and find his balls under your moving pussy. You caress them in your palm, one and then the other, then gently tug on the sack.
âJesus, baby, want me to burst? Oh, yeahââ
You both are moaning, chasing your climaxes with increasing intensity. You tilt your hips a little to press your pulsating clit against the fluff of his pubic hair and grind, grind, grind your pussy over his lower belly. Joelâs cock moving deep inside you, your clit twitching in his coarse hair, all the sensations combined light up your body and when Joel lifts his torso on his elbow and unhinges his jaw to take as much of your breast into his hot mouth as he can, you explode with a loud cry.
Heâs sucking and licking your tit as you bury your nose in his soft hair and your pussy starts clamping around his cock. A surge of wetness floods your core and you moan his name desperately, soaking his stiffness.
âIâm here, baby. I gotchu.â
Joel lies back down, plants his feet on the bed and starts thrusting his hips up, plunging his cock deeper into your squirting pussy.
âTake itâtake itâ,â he grunts through gritted teeth, fingers digging into your soft thighs as heâs fucking you, your walls squeezing him hard, until he roars and begins spurting his cum inside you, adding to the ocean of ecstasy already filling your core. The squelching of his and your cum mixes with your moans, the music of your unity.
As soon as he stops twitching inside you, you fall on his chest and you both relax, catching your breaths, his cock slowly softening inside you.
The sweat on your skin soon cools down and you shiver.
âOh, sweetheart,â Joel coos and, still staying under you, covers your back with a bedspread.
You get warm and almost fall asleep, lulled by his steady breathing, but Joel squeezes you and whispers against your temple,
âGot something for ya.â
He moves you off him, and you shift on the bed, after feeling a wet spot under you. Itâs not the first time you squirted with Joel but it still fascinates you what he can do to your body.
Meanwhile Joel gets off the bed, picks up his jeans off the floor and shoves his hand into a pocket.
He retrieves something and sits back down next to you.
You sit up, not bothering to cover your naked breasts, and crane your neck to see what heâs got in his hands. It turns out to be a long velvet box.
âWanted to give it to you next week. For one month anniversary. But you said that youâd wanted to have something of me. So âehmâhere.â
You see a soft blush bloom on his cheeks as he speaks and butterflies dance in your belly at how cute and sweet he is. He opens the box and with two thick fingers pulls out a gold necklace. He holds the ends of it and you see a pendant hanging on it- a little heart.
You gasp at the surprise and then squeal, throwing your arms around his neck. Joel chuckles and asks you to turn around so he could put it on.
You look down at the beautiful gift, lift the heart and press it to your lips.
âThank you, Joel,â you whisper and then hurry off the bed.
You grab your Polaroid camera where Joel has left it and direct it at yourself. You return to Joel with another photo in your hand - a close up of your neck and Joelâs present, resting on the top of your chest.
âHere. Your wallet photo,â you smile, handing it to your lover. âOnly you know itâs me. We can keep our secret.â
âThank you, sweetheart,â he croaks with his eyes sparkling and pulls you in for a kiss.
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MASTERLIST || more soft Joel - Good Girl || Sweet Cherry
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AMERICAN BEAUTY
best friendâs dad Joel Miller x f!reader || 2,7k
Summary: Joel sees you in a wet dream. Then you make his dream a reality.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, Joelâs pov, horny!Joel, age gap (readerâs in her early 20s, Joelâs in his late 40s), m/f masturbation, mention of f!oral, mention of piv, m!oral, light degradation/slut shaming, swearing. Pics are for the mood, reader has no specific physical descriptions.
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Part 2 PLEASE, SIR || MASTERLIST
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Itâs late. Exhausted after a long work day, Joel is sitting on the couch with a bottle of beer in his hand. Heâs mindlessly flipping through channels, taking a sip of the warm alcohol from time to time.
The dark room is lit only by the TV and his pupils jump every time the screen goes black and then explodes with another picture.
A movie catches his attention and he stops pushing the button on the remote control. âAmerican Beautyâ. Heâs seen it a couple of times, years ago.
He watches a little and then changes the channel. While his eyes are set on an old infomercial, his thoughts wander back to the movie. The iconic scene flashes in his mind - a beautiful girl is lying naked, surrounded by a myriad of red rose petals. Joel chuckles at the irony of him stumbling on that movie but drives the worrying thoughts away. Heâs too tired for this.
Soon the exhaustion and the alcohol in his blood take their toll and his eyes close by themselves.
When they open, he sees you. Sarahâs college friend, who is staying with them this spring break. When Sarah asked him if you could crash with them for a few days, he didnât mind. He was glad that she would have a friend to have fun with.
But the moment he saw you, he knew that he was fucked. When you smiled at him the first time, he blushed like a teenager. You were a knockout beauty. Your voice was the hottest thing heâs ever heard. Your body made his cock twitch every time he laid eyes on you and your sexy crop tops, daisy dukes and bikinis didnât help. Be damned Austin and its hot weather!
Itâs not surprising that heâs dreaming about you now. Itâs fucked up but hey, itâs just a dream.
As if his mind is mocking him, he sees you completely naked, while only crimson rose petals are covering your breasts and pussy as well as every inch around you. Some of them are floating around, swirling, dancing in the air.
You look perfect, lying there like an offering to him and he craves to see more. All of you. So he blows on the petals on your chest and they fly away in slow motion, revealing your beautiful breasts. You moan when the soft flowers graze your hardened nipples, and the sound makes Joelâs cock throb with need.
Can he touch you? As soon as this thought crosses his mind he sees his hand splayed on your sternum. He swears he can feel your heartbeat under his calloused palm. He glides his hand to your breast and kneads it. Your lips open and he hears your needy whimper.
He wants to tell you, âyes, baby, Iâll make you feel good soon, so soon,â but his mouth is silent. Heâll have to show you then.
His gaze travels lower, to the heaven of your body, covered by the red petals. He glances up and sees your almost pained expression. Oh how you want his fat cock! âIâll give it to you good, baby, donât you worry. Spread your legs for me.â His wordless wish is your command and your legs part oh so slowly, while heâs holding his breath in anticipation.
In front of his lustful eyes, your pussy blooms for him, still mostly hidden by the flowers.
âLet me seeâ, he wishes, âLet me in.â
He carefully picks one petal off your mound and throws it away. You pleasantly surprise him when you lift your legs, and holding your knees with your hands, open your thighs wide for him.
âGood girl,â he thinks.
In a second his mouth is hovering over your pussy, and the sweet scent of your arousal makes his head spin. He darts his tongue out and presses it to the petal on the crease of your thigh. It sticks and he glides his tongue over it, before taking it out of his mouth with his fingers.
He does the same with another petal, which rests right on your clit. You moan when his hot tongue grazes your bud.
He picks the petals one after another with his mouth, lips, tongue, slowly and deliberately, almost edging you and himself in the process but he canât help it. He wants to prolong this pleasant moment.
When all the petals are gone, his eyes feast on the sight of your bare cunt in front of him, glistening, crying for his attention. He lowers his face and his mouth latches onto your waiting pussy. The taste, the feel of you make his whole body tremble, his cock aches, desperate to be touched, and the sensation is so strong, he immediately wakes up.
Heâs panting heavily, eyes darting around the dark room, his mind slowly coming back to reality.
The TV is still on, illuminating his surroundings, and he sees a wet spot on his jeans. His bulge is huge and his cock is pulsating under the confines of the clothes. He needs to jerk off.
Joel listens to the sounds upstairs but hears nothing. You and Sarah must be already sleeping. He contemplates turning on porn but stops himself. He can just remember what he saw a few seconds ago. It was so fucking hot and looked real.
So he unzips his jeans and pulls his throbbing cock out of his wet boxers. Itâs big and hard, ready to explode from the slightest touch.
He holds it at the base, rests his head back against the couch and shuts his eyes. The image of you splayed naked, surrounded by roses, comes back to his mind and he begins slowly stroking his cock. He brings back the memory of his mouth on your pussy, him sucking, licking your soaked hole, gathering your arousal with the tip of his tongue and drinking your juices.
Joel is close and he wants to come inside you. If only in his fantasy. He forms his thumb and index finger into a small circle and brings them to the tip of his cock. Imitating your tight pussy, he slowly pushes the head through the opening between his fingers and moans your name, followed by âOh, baby.â
âMr Miller?â
Joelâs heart plummets into his stomach when he hears your soft voice, coming from the hall. To his horror, he sees you standing in the doorway. Heâs not sure if you saw him or what he was doing at that angle, but his heart is pounding in his chest. He roughly tucks his hard cock back into the jeans, hissing in pain, grabs his plaid shirt off the side of the couch and covers his tent.
â âs late. Go to bed, sweetheart,â he throws in your direction, almost out of the room, but your hand on his biceps stops him in his tracks.
âMr Miller?â
His head whips your way,
âIf ya need anythinâ, just ask Sarah. Iâm headinâ to bed.â He takes a step out and you say,
âDonât I get to enjoy it?â
He freezes and looks back at you.
âEnjoy what?â
âThat,â you point at his crotch with your chin, âYour boner. I heard you say my name so⊠I guess you should thank me for it.â
He gawks at you at first, not believing his own ears, but then his gaze narrows and slides from your face down your body. Itâs like heâs seeing you for the first time just now.
A smirk tugs at his lips.
âOh, youâre a slut?â
It comes out as half a question-half a statement and you reply with a smile, âI wouldnât put it like that, Mr Miller.â
He turns to you, dropping his hands, not hiding his huge tent anymore, and you stare at it shamelessly, biting your lip at the sight.
âAnd how would you put it? Cos ya surely sound like one,â he says, coming up close to you. His eyes slide up and down your body, taking in your hardened nipples under a soft tee, tiny sleeping shorts, barely covering anything. Your big doe eyes are staring up at him as you purr,
âI just take what I want. Whoever I want.â
âYeah, thatâs a slut. Maybe I donât like sluts,â he growls, taking a step and caging you against the doorframe. He doesnât touch you but the arousal oozing from the both of you electrifies the air.
âYour hard-on says otherwise,â you retort and he takes a sharp breath. âLet me help you with it, Mr Miller.â
You say his name in a sultry voice, and a shiver goes down his spine. Fuck, he needs to come soon or heâll bust a load in his pants.
Joel shifts his jaw in thought, staring at you. You lick your lower lip, looking crazy hot, and the decision is made. By his head or his cock, doesnât matter.. .You gave him this raging boner so youâll have to deal with it now. Morals be damned.
Joel walks to the couch and plops down with a grunt. He manspreads and you come up to him.
âI ainât fuckinâ you, girl,â he grunts, looking up at you from under his brows. Faking a shy smile, you kneel between his legs on the floor. The sight of you standing on your knees, so obedient to him, makes his cock leak precum.
âCan I suck your cock, daddy?â
âFuck no, no daddies,â he growls, furrowing his brows at you.
You pout your lips in thought, scratching his jean-clad thighs with your nails.
âMr Miller?â
He smiles. âMuch better.â
âSir?â
âOh, fuck, yeah,â his cock practically vibrates when you call him that.
âMr Miller it is then,â you smirk and unzip his jeans.
He lets you pull down his jeans and boxers to his mid thigh while heâs watching you, his big arm resting on the headrest of the couch, the other hand on his naked thigh.
The moment your fingers touch his stiff length, Joel curses and starts breathing heavily. He tries to keep his cool, but itâs almost impossible.
Your hand wraps around the base of his cock, that is standing at attention, red angry tip glistening with precum.
âWow,â you breathe out, and he notices a trace of fear in your expression.
â âs right. Think twice before you take on the task, baby.â
Baby. That word does something to you, he sees it. You squirm between his legs, blown eyes set on his twitching cock.
You take a deep breath, collecting yourself, and lower your head. All his muscles tense up as he anticipates the feeling of your warm mouth on his cock, but you freeze midway and glance up at him, beautiful eyes glinting in the darkness of the room.
âWas I a good girl in your fantasy?â
He bucks his hips in need and replies, âVery good girl.â
His tormenting mind brings back the images of you in the sea of red roses and a clear drop of precum beads on his slit.
You smile and murmur, âLetâs see if I can do better than her.â
With that, you lick off the arousal of his fat head and he moans at the sensation.
You start taking him in slowly but confidently, pressing your hot tongue to the underside of his shaft. Your hand is cupping his heavy balls, gently massaging them. Youâre already drooling around him and he thinks, thatâs what heaven feels like.
âWhat a nice sloppy mouth youâve got there, little slut.â
His harsh praise makes you moan around his cock. You start bobbing your head, your mouth moving up and down his length rhythmically. Joel shuts his eyes, as the image of you working his cock adds to the ecstasy and pushes him towards the edge faster and faster. He canât come so soon. He wants himself forever buried in your sloppy warm mouth. Or in your tight wet cunt. Fuck, why is he doing it to himself?
His balls get tight and move in your palm, and your mouth leaves his cock.
âDonât come yet. I want it on my pussy.â
âI said I ainât fucking ya,â Joel growls, clenching his teeth.
âI said on my pussy,â you roll your eyes and add, âThink of a dead dog or something.â
You fucking wink at him and get back to sucking his poor cock.
Your lips and tongue are massaging every inch of his length and Joel closes his eyes again, hastily trying to find something in his mind that can stop him from squirting his hot cum down your throat.
His truck needs an oil change, yeah, heâll deal with it tomorrow. It helps for a second but then he pictures you all oiled up and glistening. This very moment your face nuzzles his lower belly as you take him so deep in your throat, he feels you swallowing around him.
Joel opens his eyes and sees tears roll down your cheeks, your lips wrapped around the base of his member, your eyes empty and full of lust.
He quickly grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his cock, trying not to hurt you. You whine and he hisses,
âShitâŠgonna come.â
âOn my pussy, please, please!â
Joel groans and grabs you by the arm, lifting you on your feet. He tosses you on the couch, takes off your shorts and snarls, â âcourse, no panties, little slut.â
He kneels between your legs, his hand braced on the headrest, the other wrapped around his ready-to explode cock.
âShow me your kitty, baby.â
âOh, so is it âslutâ or âbabyâ, Mr Miller?â You purr, pouting your lips, but spread your thighs nonetheless.
âRight now youâre a fuckinâ brat,â he snaps and you smile, pulling your knees to your chest, just like in his dream. You lift your shirt, offering your breasts for his view as your hand darts to your pussy to spread your folds with your fingers, so he could paint every inch of you.
He points the tip at your soaked cunt, pumps his cock once, twice and the first jet of his cum shoots and lands right on your clit. You whimper into the back of your hand and your fingers get to work, swirling your bud, using his cum as lube. Joel doesnât tear his eyes off the sight, milking his pulsating cock and giving you more, more, coating your pussy with a thick layer of his creamy load.
Youâre wriggling under him, your nipples hard, belly heaving and when one more squirt hits your clit, you come, silently screaming and squeezing your eyes shut in euphoria. Joel sees your hole clench around nothing, and regrets not fucking your little pussy.
Heâs panting, hovering over you, drinking you in and trying to memorize every little detail for his spank bank, while waves of pleasure hit you again and again, your body shaking and trembling.
âOh, sir,â you whimper and he smiles triumphantly.
When your climax subsides, Joel goes to the bathroom. As heâs soaking a towel with warm water, he stares at himself in the mirror. His hair is tousled, face flushed. The realization of what heâs just done slowly sinks in and he curses at the reflection, âFuckinâ dumbass.â
He returns and hands you the towel. You sit up and start wiping his cum off.
âDonât worry, I wonât tell Sarah. Or anyone else,â you say, looking up at him.
Joel nods, and his hand darts to touch your face but he stops himself. You get up and grab your soaked shorts off the floor before turning to him.
âHow about we watch a movie tomorrow, Mr Miller?â You ask, coming up to him with a gorgeous smile on your lips that makes him blush. âSame time, just you and me?â
Joelâs looking into your eyes, fruitlessly trying to hide his infatuation with you, and his hand rises to your face. He gently brushes your lower lip with his thumb and mumbles bitterly, âThink I know what movie to pick.â
Your face lights up and you purr with a wink, âCanât wait to not watch it with you. Sweet dreams, daddy.â
Joel grunts disapprovingly and slaps your naked ass, when you turn to leave. You gasp, looking back at him, and bite your lip.
Before going upstairs, you give him a charming smile and he takes a deep breath.
Yeah, heâs fucked.
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THE FUNERAL
Joel Miller x f!reader || 600 words
Summary: Joel fucks you at a funeral.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, spanking (1), hair pulling(1), rough sex, unprotected piv, creampie, degradation but itâs sweet, mention of death, infidelity, dark undertones. Reader has hair, wears a dress.
A/n: I just saw these two pics on Pinterest side by side and my brain birthed this. not beta-ed, barely edited. Hope youâll like it<3 dividers by @saradika-graphics
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You drag Joel to the bedroom by his big hand and as soon as the door closes behind you two, you kiss him with passion and hunger, that you havenât known until meeting him.
âTake me, Joel.â
âNow?â
âYes. All those fake tears and awkward condolences make me wanna scream. Iâd rather scream because of you.â
Youâre heaving, suffocating with lust that is rippling through your body in waves.
Joelâs crooked smile tells you that heâs in and soon your cheek is pressed to the bed and his clothed hard-on is rubbing against your ass.
âYou look so hot in black.â
His compliment makes you smile but the next moment a whimper crawls up your throat when his warm hands slowly glide up the back of your naked thighs, lifting the hem of your dress and exposing you. Joel growls when he sees that youâve been naked and dripping under your mourning dress. The clang of his belt and the clothes rustling send shivers down your spine and then you moan with anticipation as his hot cock heavily lands on your ass cheek.
âFuck me hard. Let me feel what Iâve done. Punish me.â
Joel chuckles but the sound lacks cheer. Bitterness coats his words.
âYouâve done nothing wrong, babyââ
He almost chokes when his tip pushes between your wet folds.
ââ only waited for your rich old husband to die.â
âMeanwhile fucking you,â you add with a smirk and then gasp as his fat head catches on your soft hole and he slowly starts pushing it in.
âDamn, youâre soaked.â
âBeen thinking about this all day. Couldnât wait for you to ruin me.â
Instead of a reply Joel slaps your ass cheek and you jerk at the hard stroke.
âSuch a slut. Horny for your lover at your husbandâs funeral.â
You moan loudly, not caring who could hear you, when his thick member is spreading your walls so nicely, and you tremble at the delicious stretch.
âSay it again,â you whine.
You hear a smirk in his voice when Joel repeats,
âYour husbandâs funeral.â
The sound you emit almost makes him spill inside youâ itâs full of ecstasy and joy.
âBad girl.â
He bottoms out and you clench the sheets, before he drags his cock out almost to the tip. You squeeze around his bulbous head, pussy greedy and desperate.
âYesâyesâyes,â you chant as he starts fucking into your cunt with energetic thrusts, sending you higher to your peak.
Suddenly Joel grabs a handful of your hair and pulls you up against his chest. You donât feel pain, just lust and pleasure are licking at your body, as his hips are hitting your ass, sending his cock deeper into your core.
His hot breath tickles your ear when he gruffs through the sound of skin slapping against skin,
âIâll keep punishing you like this forever, baby. Youâll be my little cock sleeve. My personal slut with a dirty secret. Weâre connected forever now.â
âForever,â you breathe out and turn your head to latch onto his mouth.
The kiss feels almost violent, all teeth and groans, and you break it abruptly to search for his blown eyes.
âPromise youâll protect me. Promise no one will know what weâve done.â
Joel presses his sweaty forehead to yours and slows down his thrusts to whisper,
âI promise.â
With his arms holding you tightly, his stiffness languidly massaging your soft spot, you come on his thick cock and your pulsating cunt makes him squirt his creamy load against your walls. Itâs hard to breathe in his steel embrace while heâs filling you full, but tears of happiness are flowing down your face because finally, finally, you are free.
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Joel Miller x f!reader || 3,9k
Summary: after a breakup you throw a big Halloween party and look for someone hot to spend the night with, but no one attracts your attention. That is until you see Joel.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, age gap (how big is up to you bb), soft!Joel, soft!dom vibes, sex with a stranger, praise kink, fingering, squirting, unprotected piv (wrap it up), creampie, reader getting emotional, aftercare, talk of past heartbreak, smoking. Pics are only for the mood but reader wears a described slutty costume. Joel can lift reader.
A/n: this is written for @mermaidgirl30 âs Halloween writing challenge. Thank you for the fun event, Jamie!đ©· Smooches to @milla-frenchy for beta-ingđ Dividers by @saradika-graphics đ Happy Halloween everyone!đđ€
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âAs if!â
You push away another drunk frat boy off yourself and head to the kitchen to get yourself a drink. Yes, you look hot as hell practically naked in your red bra, tiny red skirt and a red latex coat over your naked shoulders but it doesnât give them the right to get handsy with you. Walking through your parentsâ house, dark except for the strobing lights, drowning in loud music, you wonder why you invited all of these assholes but itâs totally on you. You wanted to throw a big Halloween party after breaking up with your long-term boyfriend. Not so âlongâ anymore. He was the one you planned to marry. To spend all your life with. You were high school sweethearts, went to the same college and suddenly all your plans turned to ashes. You found yourself lost, heartbroken and in need of comfort. Tonight you wanted to be hugged or fucked or both.
But unfortunately nobody has attracted your attention. Youâre walking through the buzzing crowd but suddenly you stop in your tracks as soon as you spot him.
Heâs standing outside in the empty backyard, illuminated by the string lights and the moon. His back is to the house and the first thing you notice is a tool belt, hanging around his hips. A builder costume? Interesting.
The belt attracts your attention to his gorgeous ass and even from afar you see that it looks delicious in jeans. You bite your lip, imagining your hands on those cheeks.
His back is broad. Strong. A plaid shirt is strained over his muscular shoulders. His dark curls shine with the silver of the moon.
Like a shark finally smelling its prey, you start moving towards him, pushing away everyone in your way. You slide a glass door, releasing the music and the chatter of the party into the yard, and the loud sounds make the man turn. Internally you squeal with excitement when you see his handsome features, partially hidden behind the cigarette smoke. When it dissipates, your breath hitches. His prominent nose is asking to be sat on, his dark eyes are scorching every inch of your exposed skin yet his plush lips curve into a warm smile at the sight of you sauntering towards him.
âHey,â you purr, waving at the stranger with your fingers. âI donât believe weâve met.â
You offer him your hand and he blows the smoke to the side, before gently shaking it.
âSorry, miss. Iâm Joel. Joel Miller.â
You tell him your name and notice his eyes linger on your body, barely covered and sparkling with glitter. In your mind you smirkâ youâre so fucking him tonight.
âJusâ havinâ a smoke. Iâll leave soon.â
âNo, why, itâs allowed,â you giggle and look him up and down before adding. âI really love your costume, Joel.â
You step up closer to him and slide your index finger along the tool belt, stopping over his big bulge. You both glance down and he smiles,
â âs not a costume, sweetheart. Iâm a contractor. The man who owns this house wants to redo some stuff in the backyard. He told me I could come and take the measurements tonight. My crew is starting work tomorrow. Didnât know thereâd be a party.â
He glances at the house and chuckles, seeing someone do a keg stand in the living room.
âOh.â
You realize why your father had told you to keep the guests out of the backyard. Strangely the fact that heâs a contractor makes the situation even hotter. You give Joel a little smile, batting your eyelashes at him, and whisper, âMy mistake.â
âItâs ok. âs Halloween after all. What are you?" Joel asks, taking in your 'costume' that barely covers anything. To lure him in further, you push your chest out and your red coat opens up more, showing the man all of your assets. Joel shifts on his feet and you wonder if his jeans are getting too tight.
"I'm a girl who wants to have fun tonight."
You give him a loaded smile and in a second giggle as his eyebrows shoot up.
"I'm the devil, Joel."
You tilt your head down and point at your little red horns.
Joel nods slowly, taking another drag of his cigarette. His gaze sticks to your breasts, your belly, your barely covered thighs.
"Lookin' great, sweetheart. I'm ready to sell my soul."
Melting from the pet name, you tilt your head to the side and ask in a sultry voice, "Oh, really? And what do you want for your soul, Joel?"
The man narrows his eyes at you and his tongue slides over the lower lip as he contemplates his answer for a second.
"Jus' what every man wants, I reckon."
"What's that?"
"A sexy devil ready to grant his every wish."
It seems that you stop breathing and immediately feel yourself getting wet. Your heart is fluttering as heâs flirting with you. Your gazes are dancing over each otherâs bodies, hungry and enticing, and he puts out the cigarette and inches closer to you. Your eyes lock, challenging each other to act on your desires.
âGuess you got lucky tonight, Joelâ you whisper.
His smile is downright devilish.
âNot yet, sweetheart.â
Your voices are barely audible with the music, blasting inside the house, but you hear each other perfectly well. It feels intimate even with a bunch of people, partying behind the glass doors. Thereâs no one else in the world, just Joel and you, and the moon, bathing you two in its pearly light. Heat radiating from his big body contrasts with the chilly air, and you shiver.
âLetâs go inside, youâre cold,â he offers, motioning to the house, but youâd hate to be interrupted by anyone.
âThereâs a guest house over there â Iâve heard. I doubt youâve already measured stuff there.â
You bite your lower lip as a fear grips your stomach. What if he says ânoâ? Rejection would cut you like a knife right now. But Joel surprises you.
He lifts his hand to your face and pinches your chin, holding you in place. His tone is serious all of a sudden.
âAre you drunk?â
His piercing eyes are assessing your face for a few seconds and you slowly but surely drown in them.
âNo. Only had one drink. Iâm fine.â
You look at his lips, your breath frozen, until he replies,
âActually... You are right. Letâs go take a look at that house.â
Flashing him a mischievous grin, you take his big warm hand and start walking. On your way there your core is tingling with anticipation. You've never done anything like this before. Never been so turned on by someone youâve just met. But your body burns with the need and you take a leap.
As soon as you step through the door, finally away from the annoying party in the main house, you take your coat off, hop on a desk and playfully beckon Joel with your finger. You feel sexy and ready to have fun.
He looks around the place and then his obsidian eyes focus on you. He prowls closer, taking his tool belt off.
âYou can leave it on,â you purr, planting your hands on the surface behind you and arching your back.
He shakes his head. âDonât wanna hurt youâŠsharp tools.â
He throws the belt on the floor and steps up between your spread thighs. You throw your legs wider apart and your short skirt rides up, exposing your pussy covered by red panties.
Joelâs eyes land there immediately and he mumbles, âFuckinâ hell.â
Happy with the effect you have on the man, you lean forward and press a kiss to his scruffy cheek. He drags his nose down to your neck and then whispers into your ear,
âWhy are you doinâ this?â
You smile at the question. âBecause Iâm horny. And youâre hot.â
âHmm, let me ask again. Whyâ are you doinâ this? Donât lie now.â
You pull away and glare at him, your brows furrowed. His eyes are set on your face, his expression serious, waiting, and you snap, not hiding your rising frustration.
âCanât a girl just wanna get fucked?â
His hands run over your naked thighs, and then he brings them to your shoulders. Joel glides his thumbs over your skin there, while his warm eyes are darting between yours.
âYes, baby, but usually thereâs a deeper reason.â
A few seconds pass and his soft gaze breaks your walls, emotions stir in your chest, and you feel your throat tighten and drop your head, averting your eyes from the man.
âMy boyfriend⊠he cheated on me.â
A few moments pass before Joel gruffs,
âThe fuckâs his problem? Is he insane?â
You smile and Joel sighs before leaning down to kiss your cheek.
âSoft then,â he mumbles against your sensitive skin, sending vibrations through your trembling body.
âWhat?â you ask as your soft lips are grazing his beard. Joel presses kisses to your face, slowly moving to your mouth.
âI needed to askâ to know how to fuck you, baby.â
Your lips finally meet and he kisses you as his hands wrap around your body.
The kiss makes your head spin. He smells like a cheap deodorant and something so manly, your core floods with sticky lust. His scent intoxicates you. Itâs completely different from your exâs and it makes you throb. Your core, burning with desire, demands him inside you and the ache between your legs sends your hands to his belt. Your body is pleading, âGive meâ pleaseâneed youâ.
Joel gently bites your lower lip, slightly pulling away, and you murmur,
âFuck me.â
He searches for your eyes and takes your impatient hands in his.
âNo.â
You open your mouth to protest but he continues,
âI wanna make you feel good first. Can I?â
You nod and then softly gasp as Joel cups your pussy over your panties and his thumb slides up and down caressing your clit under the thin fabric.
âHave you let anyone touch you after⊠him?â
You shake your head, your lips parted, your nails digging into his shoulders, as youâre watching him take you apart even with a barrier of the material. Itâs unbelievable that a fire is already smoldering deep inside you. You struggle to remember the last time your ex turned you on so hard and so fast.
âAm I your rebound then?â Joel asks and your eyes snap up to his. Your stomach drops in fear of him getting offended. But you see his plush lips curve into a smile as he reassures you,
âItâs fine, sweetheart. I donât mind. Iâd be a fool. Look at you.â
His hungry gaze slides down your face, your neck, your chest until it lands on his own hand still pressed to your pussy. Then his thumb snakes under the gusset of your panties and a lightning bolt shoots through your body when his finger finds and starts swirling your slippery clit.
A pathetic whine leaves your parted lips and he pulls you closer to him with his free hand on your lower back.
âOh my god,â you moan and he takes a deep breath, his cheek pressed to yours. His lips tickle your skin, your whole body burning up under his caress, as he whispers into your ear,
âDo you feel itâ how wet youâre?â
His finger is gliding easily over your puffy clit with all the slick lubing his and your skin, and you mewl a soft âyeahâ.
âSuch a good girl for me. But anyone can make a girl come like thisâ,â
âMy ex rarely could,â you blurt out with a hazy smile.
Joel chuckles and his beard lightly rubs your cheek.
âDamn. What an ass.â
Youâre so lost in pleasure that you just hum, breathing in his scent.
âBaby, can I put my fingers inside you? Wanna make you feel real good.â
You think, if youâre even capable of thinking right now, that youâd let him do anything to you. Of course you agree, surrendering your body to the man you see for the first time in your life, spreading your thighs a little wider as a silent invitation.
âThank you, my sexy devil,â Joel growls and his mouth crushes against yours before his middle finger pushes into your sopping hole.
The noise you make doesnât sound devilish. Itâs a soft whimper that he swallows, not parting from your lips even for a second, even to watch his ring finger quickly join the first one. Heâs kissing you feverishly, licking into your mouth, while his thick digits plunge in and out your squelching pussy with a steady rhythm. You tilt your hips up to grant him better access and he dives in deeper, claiming the furthest parts of your core.
Joel breaks the kiss and presses his sweaty forehead to yours.
âListen to yourselfâ moaning on my fingers like thisâ imagine what I can do with my cock.â
âJoel, please,â you beg not sure why- to make him stop talking or asking him to continue. He knows the answer even better than you.
âYouâll be screaming my name soon, little devil. Give me a chance and youâll be screaming it every day.â
He drops his gaze and you follow.
A lustful moan falls from your lips when you see his manly fingers move in and out your glistening entrance, your panties and his digits are coated in your shiny slick. The sight adds pleasure to your already ecstatic sensations.
âItâs like my fingers belong in your pussy, sweetheart.â
He almost pulls them out but then hooks them inside you and his pads start rubbing a spot that makes your core vibrate and eyes roll back.
âYeahâoh, yeahhhhââ, you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders mercilessly as you feel your climax approaching fast.
âFuck! youâll make me bust into my jeans soundinâ like this âlookinâ like this.â
Joel is massaging your soft spot for a few moments and suddenly you feel tickling pressure rise under his touch and a panic grips your heart.
âOh no, Joelâwaitâ,â you mumble but in a second you feel warm wetness rush out of you as Joel keeps fingering you, lewd noises filling the room, and your thighs, the desk, Joelâs jeans get splayed with your clear juices.
âYes! fuck, yes! Give it to me, baby!â
With the added wetness you come hard, shaking on the slippery desk, and Joel holds you with a free hand, pressing his body closer to yours, while your whole world squeezes into the size of this room, where the man youâve just met is making you see the brightest stars behind your eyelids.
As soon as your body stops trembling, you fall into his embrace and Joel holds you against his chest, letting you catch your breath. His arms, secure and strong around you, send waves of comfort to your heart and suddenly you feel wetness not only between your naked thighs but also in your eyes.
You sit up on the desk, your eyes glistening, your hands gripping his shirt, and give him a warm smile, full of affection and gratitude.
Joel chuckles and kisses your cheek,
âHave you never squirted before? You looked so terrified, little thing.â
You shake your head and drop it, hiding your eyes but also assessing the damage. The desk is a mess.
Joel notices your unease and takes your chin between his fingers.
âIâll deal with it. Donât worry.â Then he lifts your face to his and winks, âIâm honored to be the first.â
Youâre trying to keep yourself from melting under his dark brown eyes but itâs hard. Your whole body is longing for him, his touch, his lips. Joelâs gorgeous and heâs just given you the best orgasm of your life. What chances have you got?
So you give in to your heartâs and pussyâs desire.
âI want you, Joel. Want you to fuck me.â
Joel runs his hands over your whole body with a smile before saying,
âIâd love to fuck you, baby. But tonight I think you need me to make love to you. Let me do that.â
You feel warmth stir deep in your belly before replying with a quiet but confident âyesâ and in the next second Joel wraps your legs around his waist and lifts you off the desk.
âThere must be a bed here,â he mumbles, carrying you to another room and you hum into the crease of his neck. You know thereâs one.
The bed is soft and warm under you in comparison with the desk but you donât think about it. Your whole being is focused on the man discarding his clothes in front of you. You canât help but moan when he takes his boxers off and climbs on the bed completely naked. His body is strong, the broad chest and shoulders make your hands itch to touch and squeeze them, your lips desire to trace his happy trail down and to kiss his big hard cock, standing proudly. Heâs perfect.
âYour turn baby,â he motions to your âcostumeâ, and when you sit up he stops you.
âLet me. Please.â
You gladly give him full control and your body vibrates under his fingers when he slowly and gently undresses you.
Both naked except for the horns on your head, you immediately gravitate to each other and the sensation of his hot skin against yours sends shivers through your body.
âCold, sweetheart? Iâll warm you up.â
Joel kisses you again and pushes you to lie down before getting between your thighs and covering your body with his. His leaking cock smears precum over your belly and you impatiently start rubbing your folds against his shaft, chasing any pressure you can get.
âMy devilâs needy, huh? Pretty girl wants my cock?â
âYes, please,â you whine and Joel locks eyes with you.
âWait a secondââ he mumbles, about to leave you, but you wrap your arms around him.
âNo, I need to feel you. Fully. No condoms.â
Joel presses his forehead to yours.
âYou sure? I promise Iâm clean but â.â
âMe too. Iâve had sex only with my ex. Ever.â
He looks into your eyes and you donât see pity there, only care, respect.
âIf youâre sure, babyâ.â
He kisses you again and you feel his hand slither between your bodies as he grabs his cock and pushes the tip past your folds. The fat head nudges your soft hole and you gasp when he begins pushing his length in, inch by inch, careful not to hurt you.
âFuckinââsorry, hngggâthatâs it, little devil. Taking me so good.â
And you are taking him easily, despite his size. Youâve been opened up by his thick fingers, your recent orgasm, and you happily welcome him into your warmth and wetness.
When Joel bottoms out, he growls and you wrap your arms and legs around him tightly. With your lips caressing each other, he begins rocking his hips against you, sending his cock deeper and deeper, until it hits your cervix and you bite his lip.
Joel smirks, âNaughty devil. You feel too fuckinâ good to be real.â
You smile, your eyes hazy as they roll behind your head, when Joel changes an angle and begins rutting into you, stroking the right spot over and over.
You moan loudly and he swallows your noises with another kiss. Youâre clawing at his arms and back, making him groan, spreading your thighs wider for him to take everything from you, to give him yourself completely. Your puffy clit grinds against his pelvic bone and another orgasm crests in your core.
With every thrust the head of his cock deliciously massages you from the inside and he picks up the pace sending you higher until another climax blooms behind your clit and explodes in the deepest part of your core and you come apart from both stimulations.
You scream his name just like Joel predicted and he doesnât shut you with a kiss this time. His eyes are on you, drinking your pleasure.
âYeah, good girl. Take it, babyâ fuck! your pussy âchoking me âahhhhâŠâ
He moans and you feel warmth spread inside you when he starts squirting his seed against your pulsating walls. You wrap your legs around him tighter to keep him in, take all of it gratefully. Your pussy is fluttering around his throbbing cock and you keep whimpering while his hips thrust in, sending his load deeper.
After Joel fills you up, he stills inside you and searches for your eyes. Through heavy breaths he asks you, brows knitted together, voice worried,
âWhat is it? Did I hurt you? Sweetheart, whatâs wrong?â
When he cups your cheek, you realize that youâre crying, tears streaming down your face to your temples, your chest shaking with quiet sobs.
âNo, Iâm not hurtâ I donât knowâ I donât knowâ,â you shake your head, mumbling, confused by your own reaction but he doesnât push further.
Joel gently pulls out, lies down next to you and takes you in his arms. His body presses to yours as he covers you both with the bedspread. He leans closer and kisses your forehead, your cheeks and you slowly calm down, comforted by your lover.
âI donât usually cry after sex. Iâm sorry,â you whisper after a few minutes, still sniffing from time to time, and he glides his warm hands over your back.
ââs ok, baby. Is it me?â
âNo! Well, kindaâyes. Because it was amazing. Iâve never felt so good before.â
You feel Joelâs smile against your forehead, and you lift your face to his and whisper,
âThank you.â
âMy pleasure.â
With a twinkle in his eye, he presses his lips to yours and softly kisses you, hesitant to push too soon, too hard. But you know what you want so you deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue between his lips and soon youâre making out as your pussy clenches around nothing. Your inner thighs are wet and sticky but you donât care.
When Joel breaks the kiss, he locks eyes with you.
âI doubt youâre the devil, baby.â
âOh?â You sound a little offended.
âYeah. I think youâre the most beautiful angel. Too perfect for any asshole on this planet.â
Your lips curve into a smile as you purr,
âYou donât seem like an asshole.â
âThank you,â he smiles back.
He pulls you in closer again and you two rest together, relishing the new-found intimacy. Joel is the first to break the silence.
âDid he ever apologize?â
The question rings loudly in the quiet room. An hour ago it would make you upset, as a reminder of the biggest heartbreak of your life. Now it barely grazes your soul.
âNo.â
Joel hugs you tighter and murmurs,
âIâm sorry, sweetheart. Iâm sorry.â
You take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of Joelâs skin. Breathing out the pain of the previous relationship.
Youâre lying in each otherâs arms for a few more minutes until Joel searches for your eyes.
âWe canât let this night be the only one. What do you say, baby? Can I see you again?â
Your heart sings but then drops into your stomach. You have to tell him. After clearing your throat, you admit,
âThis client of yours. Itâs my dad. I live hereâ,â You see Joelâs eyebrows rise up and quickly add, âI can stop by the backyard tomorrow? If youâd like.â
Regret is clawing at your chest. Why havenât you said anything sooner? He probably hates you now. But Joel smirks, lifting weight off your soul.
âYouâre full of surprises, sweetheart. Iâll see you tomorrow then. Naughty devil.â
With that he pushes you down and kisses your smiling lips.
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FILL ME UP || Joel Miller x f!reader || 1,3k
Summary: Joel and you canât get enough of each other
Or Joel stuffs you full to the brim
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, pwp, horny!Joel, cum kink, cum play, unprotected piv (duh), creampies, cum talk, dirty talk, fingering, sex toy talk. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions
A/n: Dedicated to all my fellow creampie loversđ€Kisses to my beta @milla-frenchyđ Dividers by @saradika-graphics đ
same couple Heatwave | Feed Me | Hot for You
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âWhere, baby?â
âInside, Joel, please, inside.â
âOh, yeahh,â Joel moans when his balls draw up and he begins pumping his cum into your spent pussy. You accept it greedily with your arms and legs tightly wrapped around his body.
As soon as his cock discharges the last rope of his warm load, he falls down on you, covering you fully with his huge heavy body.
Yet his weight is never suffocating, only comforting.
Just like his love.
âThat was amazing,â he mumbles into your ear, words muffled by his and your panting. For a few minutes youâre lying in each otherâs arms, relishing these moments of intimacy.
Then Joel sits up on his heels between your open legs and runs his fingers through his curls, darker with sweat, pushing them off his handsome face. Your body might be satiated for now but your eyes are always hungry for him so youâre feasting on the image of his strong torso, glistening with postfuck dew. It seems that he canât get enough of you either.
âLook, baby, Iâm sipping out,â he comments while his eyes are focused on your still clenching hole, stretched by his girthy cock. You feel his cum slide down between your asscheeks, the sensation arousing especially with Joelâs lustful stare glued to your pussy.
âOhâŠenjoying the view?â you ask, curling your lips, which are puffy after Joelâs kisses.
âFuck, yeah. Can I push it back?â he asks, not tearing his eyes off your cunt, leaking his cum.
âOk.â
Biting his lower lip, Joel brings his hand to your pussy and glides two fingers up between your asscheeks, gathering the runaway cum, and slowly and gently pushes them into your hole. You wantonly moan his name, watching his digits disappear in your pussy.
âYa like that, baby?â
âYes and no. Still very sensitive,â you reply, feeling a little sore, but Joel doesnât stop moving his thick fingers in and out of your entrance, and soon any discomfort vanishes, and your walls greedily clamp around his digits.
âI have a feeling you want me to continue.â
Proving him right, you close your eyes and push your head back into the pillow, drowning fast in the pleasure of his caress.
âDamn, baby, ya makinâ me wanna go again.â
âCan you?â you purr, as your eyes flutter open.
âNot yet, minx. But I can play with you.â
With a naughty smirk, he pulls his fingers out and moves them up and around your oversensitive clit, careful not to graze it with his seed-covered pads.
âYour cumâs the best lube,â you murmur, âbut I love it inside me more. Do you like coming inside me, Joel?â
âOh, yeah.â
âWhy? Itâs not because you want me to get pregnant, right?â you smile, watching him coat your folds with his spend.
âNo, I donât. Well⊠I guess the instinct is still here.â
His hand slithers up your mound and to your belly where he rubs it gently.
âI jusâ love leaving you a part of me.â
Joelâs confession paired with his shy smile fill your belly with butterflies. His thumb caresses your skin and he continues,
âAlso, ya know, imagining you leaking me for days gets me crazy hard. Thinking of your pussy wet and shiny with my cum when you go about your day. Damn, Iâm getting hard again.â
âReally?â Your ears perk up and you lift yourself on your elbows.
âWant my dick, baby?â
âYes, please.â
âGood girl.â
The next moment he grabs his cum-covered cock and pushes it into your already full pussy with one determined thrust. Joel moans, the sound alone is the best compliment.
âDamn,â he groans, as his head falls back. âI should do it more often.â
âWhat?â
âFuck my cum back into you.â
âMy god, Joel,â you whine, reveling in the sensation of his stiff length claiming your pussy again, while another climax is already building.
âWhat about you?â he asks, accentuating the last word with a deep stroke of his hips.
âWhat?â
Your mind is clouded with lust and pleasure.
âWhy do you love me coming inside, baby?â
âSame as you, Joel,â you reply, breathing heavily while he starts pounding your cunt faster. âI love when you give me a part of yourself. And it turns me on when I feel your cum between my folds the next dayâ Ahhâ itâs like you just fucked me and stuffed me again. Or like your cockâahhâ still deep in my pussyâ filling me.â
âDamnit, baby. Gonna make me come again too soon.â
âPlease, Joel.â
âWhat? Give you more?â
âYeah.â
âIâm so lucky to have you.â
You smile, hearing his words, so sweet, accompanied by the obscene squelching of your pussy around his huge cock.
âAnd itâs a reminder that I made you feel good and now I get to keep the result. Like a gold medal.â
Joel chuckles, eyes hazy and blown out.
After a few moments of railing you, he growls through gritted teeth trying not to bust his load just yet,
âYa know what I wanna try on you?â
âWhat, Joel?â
âA pussy plug.â
Your whole being is focused on the bliss between your legs, on the man you love, towering over you, and you think itâs impossible to be more turned on right now, but a new wave of lust floods your core and a needy moan escapes your parted lips.
âYou like the idea, baby?â Joel asks through heavy panting. âImagine me plugging you. Jusâ storinâ my cum in you. Keeping my load warm and your pussy full.â
âLike your cock is still there?â You whine, barely able to concentrate, the sensations and the arousal, overwhelming you.
âYeah.â
âSounds fun. Maybe not very comfortable butââ
âYeah, I guess.â
âBut I wanna try.â
âReally?â
âYeah. Iâll have your cum inside me all day. So hot.â
âFuck yeah.â
You know your words are driving you both insane with want while his cock is rutting into you but itâs impossible to stop now.
âImagine how hard youâll get from knowing that Iâm working, wearing it. Or grocery shopping, with your load inside me.â
âHngggâŠ,â is all Joel can muster to say between your words, driving you both insane with want, and his cock, rutting into you relentlessly.
âAnd when the day is over youâll get between my thighs and pull it out.â
âShit. Whatâs next baby?âJoel asks, biting his plush lower lip.
âThen youâll tell me to lick the plug clean.â
âFuck, dirty girl.â
âYeah. Iâll be tasting your cum and my slick, sucking on it, while your cock pushes into me. Into my flooded pussy.â
âYouâll be so fucking wet.â
âAnd leaking, Joel. Just imagine the sounds my full pussyâll make when youâre fucking me.â
âJust like now. Fuck, gotta fill you more. Your bellyâs gonna bulge soon with all the cum ima give you.â
âYes, Joel.â
Youâre completely gone now, eyes closed, fingers twitching your pebbled nipples, while Joelâs snapping his hips fast and hard against your ass.
âDamn, my thighs and balls are fucking drenched. So much cum already. Bet your little asshole covered in it too.â
âAhhhh, Joel, Iâm coming.â
âYeah, câmon, baby. Squeeze my dick, make me jizz again inside this needy cunt.â
You explode on his cock, curling your toes and crying out with euphoria, thatâs shaking your body and making every nerve light up.
Your clamping pussy sends Joel over the edge, and he begins squirting his fresh load into you, still moving his cock, slowly but assertively mixing the old cum with the new inside your pulsating core.
When his balls are empty, Joel lies on top of you and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.
âDonât pull out,â you mumble, barely able to speak, âYouâll be my plug for now.â
Joel smirks against your cheek, before kissing you,
âAlways happy to be your plug, dirty girl.â
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DESTINIES INTERTWINED
General Marcus Acacius x f!reader x Lucilla
Summary: you spend a passionate night with your lovers.
Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, mff, unspecified age gap, soft!Marcus, soft!Lucilla, polyamorous relationship, praise, f!oral, unprotected piv, creampie, breeding, mention of lactation, power imbalance. Sorry for any inaccuracies about Ancient Rome. Pics are only for the mood, reader has hair, but no other physical description.
Word count: 3k
A/n: should I even explain myself? A horny goblin inside me wrote it. Hope you will like it! Love you all!đ
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You hear him before you see him. His heavy steps echo through the vast halls of the palace and reach your ears even through the soft music that the servants are playing. Then the bedroom doors loudly open and he enters the roomâ a warrior, a leader, a conqueror, ready to discard the worries of his day, to offer rest to his mind and soul.
Lucilla and you lying on the bed, leaning on the pillows and holding each other close. You two have been kissing and talking quietly from time to time but the atmosphere, a perfect image of leisure and softness mere moments ago, gets electrified, charged with masculine energy. The servants leave immediately, knowing well that General Marcus Acacius does not allow anyone to see what he does to his women.
You can never believe how generously the gods blessed you. After a life of slavery and abuse you are now cherished as if youâre of noble descent. Even better, you feel loved.
Marcus freed you from the brutal hands of your owner and though you still are enslaved to an outside eye, you have never felt more free.
The General made you his servant first and you welcomed his order with gratitude. You were happy to serve such an honorable man. He and his wife were kind masters and they did not see an object when they looked at you. They saw a person. Not much time passed before you found yourself in bed with both Marcus and Lucilla. You three quickly became one, regularly drowning each other in pleasure and adoration. So you were not surprised when Mercus suggested intertwining your destinies forever.
You shouldnât be nervous, having had plenty of time to get used to the Generalâs overwhelming presence. But his power, his strength, his intelligence and beauty struck you every single time like the first. Your heart is fluttering and you squirm against Lucillaâs shoulder, and always attentive to your mood, the woman envelops you in her arms tighter, sharing more of her warmth with you, while nothing but thin nightgowns separate your bodies.
âSoften your expression, my love. Youâre scaring our little rose.â
Marcus pauses discarding his gear and turns to you, eyes piercing and dark reading your features.
âIs it the truth, my beautiful girl? Am I still a scare for you?â he asks, walking up slowly to the bed. His voice is gruff, molded by countless battles, but for the two of you itâs silky and soft.
âNo, General.. Marcus,â you reply in a soft voice, big eyes looking up at the man with adoration and piety. The sound of his name on your lips and your devoted gaze do the trickâ his face softens and he gives you a warm smile. You smile back shyly and Lucilla pecks your temple, laughing,
âOur General can be quite intimidating. Yet you and I know that he is as gentle as a warm summer breeze. For us.â
Marcus smirks and continues taking off his gear and undergarments and soon heâs standing naked next to the bedâ a broad torso, strong, defined muscles glistening softly in the dim candle light, his big heavy cock swaying with every move. The sight of him takes your breath away.
He leans down and kisses his wife first as his chest hovers over you and the scent of rose oils caresses your senses.
Then it is your turn and he watches your face for a few seconds before he greets the beginning of a passionate night with you, planting a gentle kiss on your lips.
âHow are my loves?â He asks, sitting down on the bed, facing you two, as you lick your lips, savoring his taste.
âSheâs ready. Bona Dea favors usâ the time is perfect,â Lucilla hurries to inform him, excitement painting her every word, âI played with her during the washing. She must come as much as possible for the seed to stick.â
Your cheeks start burning and your chest is heaving as you avert your gaze from the man in front of you but Marcus pinches your chin and gently lifts your face to his, searching for your eyes.
âNothing to be shy about, my heart. You will give me.. give us a son, my heir and our destinies, mine, yours and Lucillaâs will be intertwined forever.â
His lips curve in a warm smile and you relax, taking a big calming breath. A whimper escapes your lips when his hand slides from your face to your chest and then belly. He puts his palm over it, rubbing it with his thick thumb and the heat of his touch, warming your skin through the sheer fabric, ignites your core and paints your face with need and desire.
âYes, Marcus. I wish for nothing more.â
âSweet little rose,â he coos at you and hunches down so he could press his face to your covered mound. The General takes a deep breath and you open your legs wider so he could revel in the scent of your arousal.
âOur beautiful rose,â his wife echoes, âGive her one more before we start, my love. I shall assist you.â
You turn your head to look at Lucillaâs gorgeous face, your eyes full of lust and gratitude and you reach for her to kiss you. She smiles and soon her soft lips are caressing yours, her tongue is licking into your whimpering mouth and you gasp against her lips when her husband latches onto your bare cunt.
Bunching up your nightgown over your waist Marcus is feasting on your sweet nectar, flowing generously from your clenching hole. Lucilla drew an orgasm from you mere minutes before and heâs reaping the fruit of her labor.
When he starts sucking on your puffy clit, you part from the womanâs lips and direct your gaze at the General eating you out, his lips and tongue celebrating your pussy, methodically bringing you to your high.
Overwhelmed by the sight of this man, strong and powerful, sliding his warm tongue through your glistening folds, you softly moan. Soon your whimpers fill the room as you're writhing in bed, running your fingers through his silky curls.
"She's close, my love, do not stop," Lucilla tells her husband and her hand slithers to your chest and pulls down the neckline of your nightgown.
She gently cups your breast and her fingers twitch your pebbled nipple. You moan as her touch sends a new surge of wetness to your entrance for her husband to lap up.
Marcusâs obsidian eyes flick up to the sight of his wife playing with your tits and he parts from your cunt to ask,
âWill you give me an honor to taste your milk when itâs time, my little rose? I would love your sweet breasts to nourish me, just like your little cunt is nourishing me right now.â
You moan at his words and eagerly nod, biting your lower lip, and Marcusâs slick-coated mouth curves into a content smile.
Lucilla whispers, âWe love you,â against your temple and they continue pleasuring you, her hands kneading your breasts, his mouth on your soft pussy and soon youâre coming, shaking against Lucillaâs body, as sheâs praising you throughout, while Marcus is quenching his thirst with your plentiful juices.
When he lifts his head his bearded chin and mustache are shining with the evidence of your ecstasy and you reach your arms towards him to pull him close and lick it off his face. Lucilla rushes to help you and soon the three of you are kissing, tongues and lips moving passionately in this lustful dance of three. Youâre comforted by their bodies, caging you against each other, and you wish for this moment to last forever.
They give you only a moment of respite before Marcus takes your nightgown off and wraps his throbbing cock in his big veiny hand. He pumps it with a few languid strokes and you swallow loudly, watching his huge manhood grow even bigger. Marcus cups your cheek with a free hand and coos,
âDon't fret, little rose. Youâve taken me before. I promise to be slow and gentle.â
âLie down between my legs, my love, so I could feel every thrust Marcus gives you,â Lucilla purrs, helping you to shift and you happily lean your back on her chest as she wraps her arms around you.
âThis time it will take, I know it,â Lucilla continues, as her palms are gliding over your shoulders, breasts and belly in a calming gesture but your cunt tingles again at her soft touch.
Marcus lies between your spread thighs, his hard cock pressed to your mound, and gifts you another heady kiss, reminding you of his love and care.
âYouâre strong, my love. You shall receive my seed and grow a new life for us three. You shall be mine forever.â
You breathe out a quiet âyesâ and he brushes your cheek with his lips at the same time pushing the tip of his cock into your soaked hole. You already feel the dull stretch and grasp Lucillaâs arms enveloping you and she whispers,
âI shall help you, little rose.â
Her hand slithers between Marcusâs and your bodies and she finds your throbbing clit, soaked with your cum and her husbandâs saliva. She begins rubbing it in tight circles, murmuring in your ear,
âRelax, my precious, open up for him. Let Marcus fill you up with his seed. Sometimes I wish I had a cock too so we both could make you full with cum.â
You mewl, hearing her words, while the General thrusts in, close to bottoming out, and the fullness, the stretch that he bestows on you, quickly overwhelms you and your head whips to the side as your needy eyes search for your female lover.
âI need you,â you admit with a weak voice and she smiles down at you and moves your torso slightly to the side, freeing her chest.
She takes her breast out of her sheer nightgown and brings your face closer. You take a sharp breath at the sight of her beautiful tit and latch onto her puffy nipple. You flutter your eyes shut with pleasure, enjoying the sweetness of her skin, as sheâs holding you close to feed you her breast better, while her husbandâs cock prods deeper and deeper inside your wet hot cunt.
Her bud hardens in your mouth and she starts moaning while youâre licking it, swirling your tongue around and then suckling on the nipple. She knows how much you love it, the feeling so comforting and ecstatic, you whimper as your pussy gushes around Marcusâs cock.
The man grunts and growls, thrusting his fat stiffness little by little inside you,
âOh gods, you are just as tight as our first night together. Remember, little rose, how long it took me to fully sheath my cock into your sweet cunt?â You move just your eyes to glance at him, not parting from his wifeâs tit, and hum in agreement.
âI shall be slow now as well.â His voice is strained and he grinds his teeth, trying not to pierce you with his girthy length in one go, desperately wishing to bottom out but holding up for the sake of your comfort.
Finally his heavy balls slap your ass and you both moan loudly as his tip gives a kiss to your cervix. You feel so full and happy, your lips leave Lucillaâs breast and you take Marcusâs face in your hands to kiss him. The giant man moans as your soft mouth thanks him for the gift of his cock and you canât make yourselves part from one another, reveling in the taste of your love and desire. He twitches deep inside you and not tearing his lips from yours he begins rolling his hips, fucking you slowly and gently, massaging his length with your snug walls and it feels like he fucks into your belly, into your soul and heart, so deep that you hold your breath, afraid to move, scared he will split you in two with the might of his manhood.
Judging by her soft moans, Lucilla senses his thrusts, as if heâs fucking both of you, and soon she starts grinding her pussy against your ass and you feel her wetness smeared on your skin.
Marcusâs heavy cock drugs in and out of your hole, caressing your core and pushing on the pleasure spot inside you. But you can not be that selfish as to enjoy this beautiful and hopefully fruitful night without your other lover so you part from the Generalâs mouth to murmur,
âLucilla, I wantâ.â
âWhat is it, my love?â the woman behind you asks and Marcus pauses his movements to let you speak.
âI wishâ wish to feel you on my tongue.â
Your voice is barely audible as shyness overtakes you but itâs loud enough for your lovers to hear.
âYou wish toâŠ,â Lucilla starts but you interrupt her. âYes, sit on my face. Please,â you plea as you turn your head to look at her.
Theyâre quick to fulfill your wish and soon Lucilla gets from under you and plants her knees on the sides of your face. Her cunt is hovering over your mouth, as sheâs facing her husband, whoâs still buried deep in your heat. She discards her sheer nightgown and you take a sharp breath, as her gorgeous naked body blesses your vision. Her glistening folds are calling for you to taste them. So you pull her down with your hands on her thighs and, after opening up as wide as possible, you cover her cunt with the warmth of your mouth. You hungrily lick a path from her clit to her hole and gather all the wetness off her hot skin. She doesnât let you wait long and soon sheâs gushing more onto your waiting tongue.
âMy little rose!â She gasps, surprised by your eagerness and lust, âSo good to us,â she coos at you while her fingers are running through your hair. The woman moans when your tongue prods her hole and you slide it deeper while your hands knead her asscheeks and thighs.
âIs it nice, my love? Is our little rose making you happy?â Marcus asks his wife, whoâs moving her body up and down now, fucking herself on your tongue.
âOh, yes,â she breathes out and throws her head back in ecstasy.
You donât see Marcus but you feel him, so much of him as heâs thrusting his cock into you with steady and deep strokes.
âYou two are perfect and youâre mine,â he growls, âI am thankful to the gods for giving me both of you.â
Then you feel his big hands on your breasts and he begins caressing your nipples with his calloused fingers, making you whimper against his wifeâs cunt.
âWish your tits were full of milk already. The warm nectar would trickle down my hands right now,â he accentuates his words, kneading your breasts, âWhen you bare my child I shall make sure to have you on my cock and in my mouth every day, to devour your sweet cunt whenever you wish.â
His words make your heart and pussy flatter and he grunts, as his cock twitches deep in your core. Marcus increases the pace at which his stiffness is spearing you again and again and you grab Lucillaâs thighs to keep yourself from sliding up the bed.
âMy love, her mouth is heaven,â the woman moans, addressing her husband and the next moment you hear their lips moving against each other. His cock, stuffing your soaked cunt, your tongue in her wet hole, the sensations pull you to the heights of pleasure and, overwhelmed with ove and lust, you come, moaning loudly, your sweet noises muffled by Lucillaâs cunt.
It sets a chain reaction and your walls, clamping around Marcusâs cock, make him explode and he begins shooting his hot load deep into your contracting core. He quickly fills you up and soon you hear the lewd noises of your cunt, squelching with his every thrust.
You desperately wish for Lucilla to come with you too and, still trembling with ecstasy under their naked bodies, you wrap your lips around her clit and suck, lick, flick it with the tip of your tongue bringing her higher to meet Marcus and you there. Soon youâre successful and she cries out your name until Marcus kisses her and drinks her moans.
When she stills, her cunt leaves your mouth and she lies down on the bed next to you.
You finally set your eyes on the General and marvel at his beauty â his strong muscles are bulging, the skin, dewy with sweat, is almost glowing in the warm candle light, his curls are tousled and some have fallen on his forehead. Your lover is panting heavily, descending from his hard climax. He gives you a warm smile as he coos,
âLook at you, my beautiful rose, your lips are coated with the evidence of Lucillaâs love for you. Let meâŠâ
With that he leans down not pulling out and kisses you, licking the slick of your lips and chin.
âDo not spill the seed, my love,â Lucilla warns him and he hums against your mouth.
âNever, not a drop shall fall,â he mumbles, as his lips part from yours, âYour full cunt shall be plugged by my cock all night, little rose.â
You nod, barely having any strength to do so, and he carefully lies down next to you, gently turning your body on your side and you feel Lucillaâs arms embrace you from behind. Marcusâs manhood is still in your stretched hole and he puts your leg over thigh and bucks his hips to plug you better.
You revel in their warmth, adoration and love, resting between your lovers. They start talking about your future together, your baby and how they are going to take care of you two and you drift off with a happy and hopeful smile on your face.
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