#dom!Joe mazzello

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Six (dom!Joe smut)

Pairing: Female reader x Joe Mazzello Summary: Part two of Romantic Getaway. Joe is jealous that you slept with his friends and is determined to make you forget all about them the only way he knows how. By making you cum over and over again. Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), dom!Joe, fingering, squirting, spanking, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms, blowjob, unprotected sex, hint of breeding kink A/N: So you all wanted a Joe part and here it is! Thanks for reading!

Word count: 6.6 k

Read part one first!

This is pure filth and you are not allowed to read it if you´re under 18. I will block you if I catch minors interacting with this story.

Joe´s eyes met yours as soon as he appeared around the corner in the airport. He looked way too good after literally having been on a seven-hour flight. His sweats hung around his hips and his t-shirt hugged his arms perfectly. Those arms that you couldn´t stop thinking about after receiving that text all those weeks ago. You almost hadn´t spoken to him since that, just in the group chat. You knew that if you did message him privately it would just end up going south real quick. There was no way you could keep yourself from outrageously flirting with him. You wanted him. And you knew he wanted you too. He was definitely undressing you with his eyes.

“Mate! Over here!”, Ben yelled to get Joe´s attention. You had gone to the Starbucks to get yourself an iced coffee and was currently making your way over to him and Gwilym. They obviously hadn´t noticed that it was you Joe was staring at.

You hadn´t wanted to come get him in the first place. You knew there would be tension in the air. Ben and Gwilym were probably too excited to pick up on it. But it was definitely there.

Joe threw his arms around each of the boys to give them a hug, but his eyes were still locked on yours as you walked over.

“Hi, Y/N”, Joe said as he pulled away from Ben. He winked before pulling you into a hug. A hug that definitely lingered a bit too long. God he smelled absolutely amazing.

“You´re mine tonight”, he whispered with a small bite of your earlobe. His breath hot on your skin. And the move definitely made you hot too. Way too hot. Blood rushed to your cheeks and you had to take a sip of your coffee to try and cool down just a little bit. It helped momentarily until you noticed all three boys stare at the way you hollowed your cheeks as you sucked the liquid into your mouth.

Your eyes widened, and you immediately let the straw slip from your lips.

“Shall we hit the road, boys?”, you asked, nodding towards the exit for the carpark.

Of course, you had decided to take Ben´s car which was definitely a bit too small to fit two people in the backseat. Yet, there you were next to Joe. Thigh to thigh. You couldn´t focus on anything else. The three boys were chatting along, catching up with each other. Ben kept looking in the rear-view mirror to check that you were ok since you weren´t talking. You shot him a smile and yawned, pretending you were just sleepy.

You definitely weren´t. Joe slid his hand down to rest on his thigh, his fingertips brushing against yours. He didn´t even look at you, and was barely touching you, but it was enough to send your pulse through the roof. What you wouldn´t give to have those long fingers somewhere else.

“So, did you have fun in France?”, Joe said with a knowing smile. The tinge of jealousy was completely gone. He knew that he had you wrapped around his finger. That you would be his and only his in a few hours.

“Yeah! It was amazing”, Gwilym said. “You definitely should have come”

“I guess I missed out on a lot of things while home”, Joe said, his eyes darting to yours for just a second. Enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“You certainly did, mate. We had lots of fun, didn´t we, Y/N?”, Ben said.

You whipped your head away from Joe at the mention of your name. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You had definitely been caught staring.

“Yeah”, you said, not really knowing what else to say. They were talking about the time you had sex of course. Not that they said so explicitly, but you knew. It was always a competition. And they´re boys. Of course they had talked about it amongst themselves without including you.

Joe leant over, his lips brushing your ear.

“They might have had you first, Y/N. But they´re nothing compared to what I have planned for you, baby girl”, he whispered, his hand sliding over to rest on your thigh as he spoke.

Your eyes widened, and you had to focus on the road ahead to keep yourself from moaning. Joe´s touch was so warm. It sent electricity up your spine. The familiar dull tingle flaring back to life.

“What´s the plan for tonight then?”, Joe asked, acting like his fingers weren´t sliding across your thigh and between them. He nudged your thighs apart and slid his hands up to your heat. Warmth radiated from your pussy onto his fingers, and you could tell Joe noticed by the smirk that was tugging at his lips.

“We were thinking a movie-night at Y/N´s”, Gwilym answered, looking at Joe in the rearview mirror. If he, or Ben for that sake, turned around to look at you they would see everything that was going on. Or rather what wasn´t going on. You cursed yourself for having picked jeans instead of a skirt. You were positively drenched for Joe and he had done nothing but brush his fingers over your clit through your jeans.

“Sound good”, Joe said. “I´m pretty tired after that flight. There was so much turbulence”.

Joe talked to the boys about his flight, all the while pressing his fingers into your clothed heat. Your legs had instinctively separated, your breathing grown unsteady. Joe applied just the right amount of pressure, swirling his digits over your sensitive and aching clit. You could already feel your orgasm start to build in the pit of your stomach. A silent moan escaping your lips.

“There was this girl next to me who I´m pretty sure had a wet dream because she couldn´t keep quiet”, Joe said, his eyes flickering over at you at the last part. He sent you a warning look before turning his attention back at the two boys in front.

“Sounds like someone we know”, Ben snickered, turning around to look at you just as Joe retracted his hand. You wanted to whine in frustration at the loss in contact, and you had to resist the urge to call Joe out. Sure, neither of the boys in front could shame you for sleeping with him, but you didn´t want them to know. Especially that it worked in making Joe jealous. You hadn´t told them about the text you had gotten after that night at Gwil´s.

“I still can´t believe you slept with them, Y/N”, Joe said, a playful tone in his voice.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I was only playing along with your stupid jealousy game”, you said.

“Well consider me jealous”, Joe said.

“She wasn´t that hard to convince, all you have to do is ask, Joe”, Gwilym snickered from the front seat.

“Gwilym!”, you yelled, leaning forward to punch him in the arm. That god damn prick. You knew he was joking, but it was true. And all four people in the car knew it.

Joe kept his hands and eyes to himself the rest of the ride home, so you were actually able to contribute to the conversation. You had missed this. All four of you just making fun of each other and hanging out. Like friends. Friends that slept with each other. It hadn´t had that much impact on your relationship with Ben and Gwilym, and you didn´t regret it. At all. It was just constantly in the back of your head. But to be honest, it was probably because you wanted it to happen again. They really did know how to make you feel good.

Which was probably the reason you were so keen on Joe. He was a great kisser, a fantastic one that was. Better than the other two. The way his hands grabbed your ass harshly as he pulled you close to his body that one time, had never left your mind. His cock had pressed into your front. God, you wondered what he looked like. Of course, you had imagined it. Several times in fact. And now he was right next to you on the couch. His thigh pressed up against yours once more.

You had finally decided on a movie to watch.

“What do you guys want to drink?”, you asked, getting up and pointing your thumb towards the kitchen. The popcorn had just finished popping in the microwave, so you had to get it out anyways. Might as well be a good host.

“Do you have beer?”, Ben asked, barely looking up from his phone.

“Yeah, beers all around then?”, you asked, looking at Gwilym and Joe. They both nodded.

“I´ll help”, Joe said. He gave you’re a cheeky smile and followed you into the kitchen. Fuck.

Your pulse rose immediately. You hated the fact that he had this much control over you. You could feel Joe´s eyes burn into your backside as you turned the corner into the kitchen.

He had you pressed against the counter in a heartbeat. His knee pressed its way between your legs and he lifted it until your clothed heat was flush against his thigh. A surge of pleasure shot out through your body.

“Tell me to stop if you don´t want this, baby girl”, Joe said, pressing his lips against your neck. He sucked the skin into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the bruise. The slight sting went straight to your core, soaking your panties once again.

“N-No, I want this, Joe”, you moaned. You threw your arms around his shoulders, desperate to have him closer. To have his thigh closer to your heat.

You grinded down on him and tried to stifle the loud moan that wanted to escape your mouth.

“Good, ´cause I got really jealous watching Ben and Gwil fuck you”, he growled. Joe pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes. His own had grown several shades darker. A pink hue evident on his cheeks.

“I´m sorry”, you said.

“You aren´t though. Are you, Y/N?”, Joe asked, raising an eyebrow. He pushed his thigh higher, causing a moan to slip past your lips. “I could hear you had a good time”

“I yeah- I- It was good. Really good”, you confessed. He had literally seen you cum, there was no denying it.

“How many times did you cum? I can´t remember. You were moaning like a god damn slut”

Your mind was all foggy from the pressure on your clit, from how close Joe was. From how fucking hot he sounded. How turned on you were. How many orgasms? You had no idea at this point.

“Can´t remember, baby girl? Am I distracting you?”, he said, his breath hot on your ear despite the shiver that ran down your back.

“J-Joe, please, I just fuck- I need more”, you whined. It too much and not enough at the same time. The air thick with arousal.

“You´re going to have to answer me, baby girl”, Joe warned, his tongue darting out to soothe the skin he just nipped at.

“Fuck you”, you groaned, pulling at the hair in the nape of his neck. Joe just chuckled in response though. Oh, he liked it rough. Noted. “I guess- ok shit I think it was three”

“Hmm, I guess I´ll have to give you six then”, he said, pulling away just as Gwilym strode into the kitchen. What? Six? Was he actually insane? You would pass out if you had six orgasms.

“What´s up Gwil?”, Joe asked, walking over to your fridge and pulling out two six-packs of beers. He placed them on the counter, giving Gwilym an innocent smile. As if he didn’t just have his thigh pressed against your clit and his mouth on your neck.

“Just checking how those beers are coming along”, Gwilym said, looking between the pair of you. You avoided his gaze and reached a hand up to cover the spot where Joe had sucked a hickey onto your neck, passing it off as having a stiff muscle.

“We were just catching up, right, Y/N?”, Joe asked. He sent you a not-so-innocent smile.

“Yeah”, you said, “I´m sorry. We lost track of time”

“Ok.. is there something wrong with your neck?”, Gwilym asked. His eyes narrowed.

“I just didn´t sleep well tonight, I think I pulled a muscle or something”, you said. The first wasn´t a lie. You couldn´t stop thinking about Joe last night. Your stomach filled with butterflies and your clit throbbing in anticipation. Just like it was now. That fucker had to stop teasing you and leaving you high and not-so-dry. It was driving you crazy.

“I´ll give you one of my massages later”, Joe said with a wink.

And with that, he followed Gwillym into the living room and you were left frustrated. Again. He had you completely at his mercy. Your panties completely drenched by this point.

“Fucking hell”, you muttered, taking a moment to compose yourself. You drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes as you exhaled. Desperately trying get your mind to think about anything other than Joe. About his lips, his stubble on your neck. His thigh against your clit. His cock.

It really was no use. The tingles were growing unbearable in your panties. Your entire body way too hot.

You grabbed the popcorn out of the microwave and poured it into a bowl. Fuck. How were you supposed to sit through an entire movie with Joe right there in the same room?

“Are you coming, love?”, Ben called from the living room, obviously not bothering to come check you were actually ok.

You rolled your eyes and followed his voice. There was a spot next to Joe, and one in the middle of Ben and Gwilym. You were definitely not going to be able to focus next to Joe, so you chose the other seat instead. He raised his eyebrow in amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips. You fought the urge to shoot him the finger, deciding on snuggling into Ben´s side instead. The action caused Joe to narrow his eyes, the smile completely disappearing from his lips. Hah. Two could play at this game.

You kept stealing glances over at Joe during the movie. Ben´s fingers were running over your arm, but all you could focus was the way Joe was playing with his fingers. They were so long, so perfect. Your thighs clenched together at the thought of them buried inside you pussy. God, you needed him. Or a release.

“I have to pee”, you mumbled, quickly rising to your feet and walking over to the bathroom. You took a hard look at yourself in the mirror once inside, trying to talk yourself out of just rubbing one out alone. Six. Joe was going to give you six orgasms.

You groaned. Fuck it. You would need all the strength you had, so you did your business and opened the door only to be met with Joe. He had a hand on the wall next to the door, making sure you had nowhere to escape. His other hand holding the door.

Not that you wanted to be anywhere else

“Hi”, he said, cocking his head.

“W-What are you doing here?”, you asked.

“You know what, baby girl. I´m going to fuck you. That´s what I´m doing”, he said, closing the distance between you. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled them flush against his. You could feel his erection digging into your lower stomach. “I´m going to show you what you missed out on at that party. Show you how much better I can make you feel than Ben and Gwil”

You swallowed. Hard.

“But they´ll hear us”, you said, your voice far from convincing. You didn´t care. Too caught up in him. In Joe.

“You don´t care, baby girl. I know you don´t. You literally let them film you fucking you. You don´t mind them hearing you scream out my fucking name as you cum”, he said, licking his lips.

God you wanted to feel them against yours.

“Do you remember how many times I´m going to make you cum?”, Joe asked.

A bolt of electricity shot down your spine, dwelling out in your panties.

“Six”, you said, you voice barely above a whisper.

“That´s right. Good girl. Do you want me to?”, he asked, cocking his eyebrow.

“God yes”, you muttered way too quickly. Heat rose to your cheeks as you watched Joe chuckle.

“Good. You´re mine”, Joe said before smashing his lips to yours.

The kiss was frantic, both of you too turned on to care about your teeth clashing and your tongues sliding into each other’s mouth. All you felt was Joe. And his stubble against your skin.  

You placed your arms around his shoulders and started walking backwards, pushing him into your bedroom and closing the door with your foot. Joe´s eyes raked all over your body, pushing up under your shirt, sliding along the waistline of your jeans. Your own hands tugging at the material of his t-shirt. Joe lifted his arms to let you slide it off your body, pulling away from your lips for a split second.

Joe slid his hands from your ass to the front of your jeans, skillful fingers popping the button open and shoving them down your legs.

“So wet already for me, baby girl”, he cooed, sliding his finger over the front of your panties. Just once. Enough to earn a desperate whine from the bottom of your throat.

“Fuck off”, you mumbled, reaching out to rid him of his own jeans. His hard cock strained against the material, making it difficult to get the zipper over the bulge. Fuck you wanted him so bad. You couldn´t move fast enough.

You finally got them over his bulge and down his legs, a satisfactory moan leaving your lips.

“Patience”, Joe reminded, grabbing your chin and forcing your eyes up from his crotch. “I don´t want to rush this, baby girl. I´ve waited for ages to have you in bed with me”

“Take me to bed then, Mazzello”, you said with a sly smirk.

“That was my intention”, he said, plopping down on the bed and pulling you with him.

Joe´s lips met yours again, his hand sliding down your back before coming to rest on your ass. He pushed his fingers into your skin, causing you to moan into his mouth. You slid you knee between his thighs, rubbing it against his bulge. You could feel how hard he was, how damp his boxers where against your skin.

Joe´s hand slid down your thigh, but you reached down to grab it, forcing his hand up to your ass again. He smirked, but it was soon replaced by a groan as you grinded your knee against his clothed cock. Joe held your body close, thrusting his hips to meet your knee. His hand sliding over your cheeks before delving between them. He teased your entrance before pulling back only to slap your ass. You moaned at the slight sting, encouraging him to do it again. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Joe grabbed your ass harshly between each spank, sending wave after wave of delicious tingles straight to your core.

Another slap to your ass cheek. Harder this time. You were moaning into his mouth, grinding against his cock and begging for more.

“Harder”, you whined into his mouth, feeling his stubble rub your skin raw.

“Yeah? You like that? Like when I spank you?”, Joe asked with another spank. “That ass belongs to me”

“Fu-uck”, you moaned. You were desperately craving more, your excitement practically dripping through the material of your panties.

“Fucking mine”, he growled. Smack. Smack.

Your ass had to be red and angry at this point. But my god did it feel good.

“I need more Joe”, you whined, “Please, I want you”

“Yeah? Let´s fix that”

Joe knelt beside you, pushing you down on your stomach. His fingers hooked into the waistline of your panties before he ripped them off your body, leaving you bare and wet in front of him.

You turned your head towards him, resting your cheek against the mattress. Joe´s cock was straining against his boxers, and you could see the head of it slightly poking out under the waistband. Your clit twitched in anticipation. You reached out to grab it, but Joe stopped you.

“Don´t”, he warned, “Let´s focus on you first, baby girl. Get on your knees for me”

You pouted but did like you were told anyways. Joe´s hand was firm on your ass as you pushed your knees under you, your head still resting against the pillow. You could feel the cold air in your room hit your soaking folds.

“What a pretty little pussy”, he cooed. Smack. “Can´t wait to be inside of it”

His words sent a shiver down your back. God you wanted that too.

“And the prettiest ass I´ve ever seen too, baby girl”, Joe said. Smack. Smack. It stung even more in this position.

“Fuck yeah”, you moaned, arching into his touch. Smack. Smack. Smack.

He didn´t hit you very hard, but they were precise. A delicious tingle spreading all over your body.

You separated your legs in hope of actually getting some friction against your clit. Joe hummed and hit your pussy playfully before letting the palm of his hand hit the very inside of your thigh, just beside where you needed him the most.

“God it feels so good”, you whined.

“Yeah?”, Joe asked. He slid two of his fingers over your folds, collecting your wetness before spreading it over your ass cheeks. It stung.

“Please, Joe. I need your fingers inside me. Please”

“Good girl. It´s ok. I´ve got you”, he cooed.

You spread your legs a little further as you felt Joe´s finger press against your entrance, the palm of his hand resting against your asshole. He didn´t press in, just teasing.

“What a dirty little pussy. Just look at it. You´re dripping for me, baby girl”

“I wanna cum, Joe”, you whined, tilting your hips so you could feel his erection pressing into your side.

“Mhm? We´ll get there”, Joe said. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Two on each cheek.

Several quick, light, spanks to the inside of your thighs. You could feel your wetness start to drip down your thighs. Joe sild his fingers over your folds again. He brushed them against your clit before running them between your folds.

“Are you going to let me cum?”, you asked, your eyes meeting his as you pouted.

“Mhm”, he said, sliding his middle finger up to your clit. A loud moan left your lips.

“That´s it. Good girl. Does that feel good? Do you like my fingers against your swollen little clit?”, Joe teased, applying the faintest amount of pressure.

“Y-yes. Fuck it feels so good”, you moaned. You arched your back to let your ass rise even higher. Desperate for some more pressure.

“Do you think you can cum from this alone, baby girl?”, Joe asked, adding another finger. He pressed them both against your clit, sliding back and forth. You replied with a loud moan, feeling the knot in your stomach start to tighten at an alarming rate. “Yeah? Good girl”

You were nothing but a moaning mess as he brought you closer and closer, his fingers working you towards your high. Fast and precise.

“Spread your legs for me”, he said, moaning when your thigh brushed against his erection as you did what you were told.

Joe used the pads of his four fingers, rubbing it over your clit. Pleasure started to build. Your legs began to shake.

“That´s right. That´s right. Good girl. Go on. Cum for me. Yeah. Keep those legs spread for me”, Joe cooed.

His other hand came down hard on your ass, the stinging only added to your pleasure as you fell over the edge. Bolts of electricity shot up your spine, the pleasure reaching the tips of your fingers.

“Don´t stop”, you whined as your legs shook underneath you, overcome with your high. Joe´s fingers worked you through your orgasm, not stopping even when you came down.

“Oh god I want your cock. Please, Joe”, you whined, your hips bucking away from his touch. You were too sensitive, but you needed more at the same time.

“That was only one orgasm, baby girl. You have five more to go. Can´t give you my cock just yet”, Joe said. God. Six? He was actually serious about that.

“I need your cock so bad”, you whined.

“I know, baby girl. You´re not getting it anytime soon”, he answered, spreading your folds with his free hand.

“Please? Just a little”

You felt pathetic for begging, but you were desperate. Your walls clenching around nothing. You needed something inside. You needed his big cock.

“No”, Joe said. His voice felt almost condescending. He was definitely enjoying having you beg.

“Please can I have your fingers then?”

“I´m not done teasing your clit just yet, baby girl”, Joe said. He brought his fingers to his lips, wetting them with his tongue before moving back down to your sensitive clit. He rubbed the very tip of them over the bundle of nerves. Making the knot in your stomach tighten again. God you were going to cum.

“That´s it. Let Ben and Gwil hear how good I´m making you feel”, he cooed. “Good girl. That´s right. Cum on my fingers”

And you couldn´t even hold back if you wanted to. Another wave of pleasure washed over you, your vision going blurry. All you could focus on was Joe´s fingers pulling yet another orgasm out of you.

“Two. Good girl. God you look so hot like this”

You cried out in pleasure as you came down, hearing the wet noises that came from Joe sliding his fingers over your clit.

It was too much. Your knees gave out as he pressed his middle and pointer finger into your entrance, his thumb sliding up to work your clit. Joe´s long fingers reached far inside you, your walls clenching around them.

“You like my fingers in your pussy, don´t you? You´re fucking drenched”, Joe teased, pushing you into the mattress with each thrust of his digits. He angled them against your g-spot before starting to rub. He pushed his hand back and forth. Pressing against your clit and your g-sport at the same time.

Your vision went white as another orgasm built in your stomach. Why was he so good at this?

“You still have two more to go before I give you my cock, baby girl”, Joe reminded you. He pushed even harder, effectively throwing you over the edge.

You could feel your excitement gush out of your pussy as Joe worked your through your high. Obscene wet noises coming from between your legs.

“Three. Good girl. I feel you squirting all over my fingers, baby girl. You´re soaking the sheets”

Joe slowed his movements, chuckling at the noises you were making.

“That pussy is so fucking wet, Y/N”, he said, pressing down on his cock with his free hand. There was a large wet spot where the head strained against the material. God you wanted him.

“Joey..”, you whined.

“Yeah?”

“Can I suck your cock? Please? And then I need you to fuck me”, you said. You tried to be determined, but the words came out as a whine instead.

Joe giggled, palming his cock.

“I need you to fuck me so fucking bad with your cock. Please, just a little bit”, you begged. “I want to squirt all over you cock, Joe”

“Oh you´re going to. Just one more for me and you´ll get my cock. I promise, baby girl”, he said, picking up the speed of his fingers. It rubbed them against your swollen g-spot, his thumb sliding over your clit.

“Oh my god I can´t do it. I´m going to- It hurts so good”, you moaned, feeling your orgasm build for the fourth time.

“Please I´m going to cum Joe. It´s too much. I can´t”, you whined before being pushed over the edge. “Oh god oh god oh god”

Your fourth high hit you like a train going a million miles an hour. You couldn´t see straight, your orgasm completely taking over your entire body. It was like a million needles were poking your lower half, but in the most delicious way imaginable.

“Four. That´s my good girl. Squirting all over and everything”, Joe cooed, finally removing his fingers from your pussy. He gave your ass one final spank before sitting back on his knees and grabbing his cock, letting you have a little breather.

You closed your eyes in a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion as you tried to steady your breath. Your clit was twitching with over-stimulation and your pussy felt empty.

“Can I have your cock now?”, you asked, turning your head to Joe. A smirk spread over his face.

“If you think you can handle it, baby girl. You look awfully tired”, he said, sliding his hand down your back. Goosebumps formed in his path.

“Are you going to fuck me?”

“Soon, baby girl. I need you to come down properly first”, Joe said. His hand slid down to your ass, rubbing small circles over the bruises he had left.

“I can handle it”, you insisted.

“I want you to suck it first”, Joe said, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. He slid them down his legs and you watched in awe as his cock sprung free. It was rock hard. The tip was red and angry. A small bead of pre-cum resting at the slit. Your mouth watered. His cock was big. Bigger than both Ben and Gwil. Fuck you needed him. Your walls clenched around thin air.

You pushed back onto your knees and rid yourself of your t-shirt as Joe laid down on the bed. His eyes followed your every move, his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He even let out a low growl when you removed your bra. Your hard nipples coming out to play.

You hummed and leant down, immediately wrapping your lips around his cock. It felt warm in your mouth, the pre-cum coating your tongue. You wrapped your hand around the base as you started bobbing your head.

Whimpers and whines left Joe´s mouth as you worked his cock.

“Oh fuck. Just like that”, he groaned, “Feels so fucking good. I love it”

“Yeah?”, you asked, pulling off to work his cock with your hand. “Does that mean you´ll fuck me”

“Soon baby. I need your mouth a bit more first. You´re so fucking good with it”, Joe whined. He reached up to tangle his fingers into your hair before pushing your head down to his cock. Another bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit which you eagerly licked. Enjoying the groan that left the back of Joe´s throat. His voice rough and deep with arousal. Your clit twitched again.

“I need you in my pussy so bad”, you whined before wrapping your lips around his tip.

“I know, baby girl. You´ve earned it too. This cock is all yours. You just need to get it ready first”, Joe said. His hand guided your head up and down, his hips thrusting up to meet your mouth.

“No one sucks cock like you, Y/N. You´re my new favorite little fuck toy. So fucking good for me”, he cooed, “Can you take me down your throat baby?”

You whined, relaxed your jaw and took him until the hairs of the base of his cock was touching your nose. Your tongue pressed up against the bottom of his cock. You fought the urge to gag as you heard the pretty noises Joe was making. Feeling the way his fingers tightened in your hair. Cursing under his breath.

He pulled you off his cock with a groan. A string of saliva connected the two of you.

“I think I´m ready to fuck you, baby girl. How do you want it?”, he asked.

“I want you from behind, Joe. I want you to grab my hips and fuck me. I want you hard and slow”

Joe groaned and rolled off the bed. He stood at the edge and waved you over. His cock standing at full mast out of his body. Rock hard and covered in your spit. You felt your pulse increase as you wiggled your ass in front of him, almost jumping when you felt his hands on your ass. He pulled you closer and ran his fingers through your heat before positioning his cock at your entrance. A gasp left your mouth when he pushed in.

“Oh fuck, Joe”, you moaned, “God that feels so fucking good”

His cock dragged against your walls, the tip pressing against your g-spot with his every thrust. His balls slapped against your clit. His hands harshly grabbing your ass. It was too much. You were already so sensitive and worked up. You felt your orgasm approaching at an alarming rate and you couldn´t hold back.

“Holy- holy fuck, I can´t, I´m going to cum already”, you yelled, feeling the pressure was about to snap. Joe slapped your ass and thrusted even harder. His cock pushing you over the edge.

“Oh god I´m cumming- I´m cumming. I can´t hold it. It feels so good. Jesus it feels so good”, you whined as you orgasm took over. Your cum dribbled down your leg as Joe worked you through it. His cock continuing to press against your g-spot. Prolonging your orgasm as long as he could.

Your whole body felt like it was floating once you came down.

“I need you to cum one more time. Can you do that, baby girl?”, Joe asked, angling his hips in a way that pressed even harder against your sensitive g-spot. You were certain you were actually going to pass out if you came one more time, but you had to have another orgasm. Had to feel him cum inside you.

“Y-yes”, you said, your voice failing you.

“Good girl”, Joe hummed, “Did Ben and Gwil make you feel this good, Y/N? Could they fuck you like I can?”

You whimpered.

“Words”, Joe warned with another spank of your ass.

“Fuck no. God you feel so good inside me, Joe”, you whined. Each thrust pushed you closer to the edge for the sixth time.

“Feels fucking amazing to be inside you too. You´re hugging my cock so well, baby girl. Taking every inch of my big cock in your little pussy. So wet and tight for me. Fitting me like a fucking glove”, Joe groaned, his fingers pushing into your hips.

“I need you to cum, Joe. I can´t take it much longer. I can´t hold it”, you moaned.

Your walls squeezed around his cock as you felt another orgasm build in your stomach. Your legs were hurting. Your clit twitching with need. His cock was stretching you in the most delicious way possible. Every vein in his cock adding to the pleasure.

“I´m close, Y/N. One more orgasm for me and you can have all my cum”, he said, “That´s what you want, isn´t it? You want me to cum inside you, don´t you?”

The whine that left your mouth was all the answer Joe needed. He chuckled, grabbed your hips harder and drove his cock into you. His hand snaked around your front to press his fingers against your swollen, sensitive, clit. The knot in your stomach had already tightened to the point of no return, and one final snap of his hips against yours, his tip against your g-spot, had you violently falling over the edge.

White fog clouded your eyes as you fell forward into the mattress, your legs unable to keep you up anymore. Wave after wave of absolute euphoria washed over your body, your excitement squirting out of your pussy as Joe pounded you through your high.

“I´m going to fuckin cum, baby girl. Going to fill your pussy with my cum”, Joe groaned, his hands digging into your skin as he chased his own high.

He came with a loud cry of your name, hips stilling as ropes of hot cum shot out of his cock. The familiar warm feeling spread over your walls, making a shudder run down you back.

You were so exhausted but so satisfied. Feeling like you were high on Joe.

“Fucking hell that was good”, Joe muttered as he pulled out, spreading your ass cheeks to watch his cum pool at your entrance. “Good girl”

He leant down to press his lips to the small of your back before plopping down on the bed next to you. He reached out to brush a strand of hair behind you ear before letting his fingers tickle your cheek and chin. A dopey smile spread over your lips as you met his eyes.

“So you know how to squirt”, Joe said. His entire face filled with admiration.

“I guess”, you whispered. Completely spent.

“That´s probably the best sex I´ve ever had”

“Me too. I´m so pissed at myself for not sleeping with you when I had the chance last time”, you admitted, causing a giggle to fall from Joe´s lips. The sound was like music to your ears.

“And to think all it took was for you to fuck Ben and Gwil to realize that it was me you wanted”, he said, playfully pinching your cheek. You leaned into his touch.

“Oi slow down there, Mazzello. I´m not going to rush into a relationship with you or anything”, you said. Your stomach did a little flip at the thought, but you fought it off. You were just friends. You didn´t want to ruin what you already had. You were just high form your orgasm. Your pussy doing the thinking.

“I know, I know. But I hope this wasn´t the last time we had sex”, he said, looking into your eyes.

“Me neither”, you confessed. You could do friends with benefits. In fact, you wanted it. Sex on tap. Perfect.

“That´s all I need to hear, baby girl”, Joe said, smiling, “Do you want me to stay? I´ll cuddle you if you want to. You look like you could need it”

You were suddenly reminded of Ben and Gwil watching the movie in your living room. Just down the hallway. Oh god they definitely heard. You felt heat rush to your cheeks.

“What about the boys?”

“Y/N, it´s been over an hour. I´m pretty sure they´ve gone home”, Joe laughed, throwing his head back. You watched in awe as his Adam´s apple bobbed in his throat. His laugh filling the room.

“Oh right..”, you mumbled, eyes trained on the man in front of you. Honestly, you didn´t want to see Ben and Gwil anyways. You always saw then. That´s the good thing about living close. And you had missed Joe. You hadn´t had the chance to talk just the two of you, and your conversations were your favorite. Joe knew everything about you. He really was a great friend.

“How about you go clean up and I´ll change the sheets and go check, yeah?”, Joe said, getting up from the bed. He shot you one of his signature smiles before leaning down and pressing his lips to your cheeks. You momentarily closed your eyes at the sensation. Who would have thought this Joe was the same Joe that made you cum six times just minutes ago?

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[borhap-au]

Sub!Joe. Testing the waters.

Since you started having sex with Joe, you did it mostly in the missionary position, except those few times when you did it on the bathroom countertop or in the kitchen. The sex was great, you never complained, Joe gave you basically everything you needed, but you had a feeling he wanted to try something else. Yet anytime he got around to suggest a new thing, he backed out, as if he was embarrassed of what he was going to say and always changed the subject. You grew more and more curious, not only because you were interested in what he was hiding, but also because you genuinely wanted to give him the kind of pleasure he needed. So one time when you were sitting on the couch watching TV, you pulled yourself together to start the conversation. You took the remote and turned the TV off, which usually meant you were about to get intimate, so Joey smiled to you and got closer, but you stopped him, leaving him leaning towards you with a surprised face.  

“In a second, okay, honey? I want to talk to you about something” you said looking at him carefully, while he gave you a confused look.

“Is everything okay?” he had to ask to make sure while looking you in the eyes and hoping to see the answers he needed. You nodded and smiled slightly.

“Yeah, yeah, it is. I just wanted to ask you about something” you softly pet his hand and he smiled to you, encouraging you to continue.

“Go on then” he held your hand, having literally no idea what topic you’ve planned to start.

“Um…” you stopped for a few seconds, trying to remember the best way to ask this question that you came up with earlier. “Do you have maybe… Like a sexual fantasy or kink you didn’t tell me about yet? Like something you maybe don’t know if you like, because you never tried it before? Just something you’d like to try out but maybe you’re embarrassed to ask or something like that. I mean, I just want you to know I’m your safe place, and I wouldn’t make fun of you, or make you feel bad about it in any way. I want you to trust me the way I trust you” you smiled slightly to give him assurance and comfort. He looked at you carefully when you were saying all of that and then looked down to considerate what he was about to tell you and slowly nodded his head.

“I have something actually… Um… You know how I’m always on top? Maybe you’d like to change the position sometimes or something like that? Just so you know, we can bring some freshness to our sex life and not go for the routine. Unless you like that and that’s what you’re comfortable with, then it’s completely fine, because I like our sex life and I love you and I think you’re amazing and-“

“Joe, do you want to be submissive?” you interrupted his monologue, because he started going round in circles with his declaration.

“Yes” he said without hesitation, as if he was relieved you suggested that and he didn’t have to say it himself. So you were right, there was something, and he really was embarrassed to admit it. You weren’t surprised, since a lot of men still thought that being submissive is emasculating and that a man should never allow a woman to take the lead in bed, because traditionally it was the other way around. Not that Joe believed in that sexist bullshit, but maybe he was afraid of his friends’ reactions if they ever found out. Men were weird when it came to stuff like that.

“Okay, so we know what to do next” you smiled showing him you’re completely fine with it. He sighed relieved and smiled back. “Do you want to try it out now, or do you need some time?” you asked to make sure.

“Oh, it’s all okay. We can do it now” you nodded and he sat closer to kiss you. You kissed him back, but when his hands began to wonder around your zipper, you stopped him.

“My way, remember?” you smiled and he nodded. You could sense he was thrilled. “Come on, up” you both got up from the couch and you took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. He pet your hand with his thumb and involuntarily bit his lip, unable to hide his excitement.

You made him sit on the bed and sat right next to him, smiling. You helped him take his shirt off, but he didn’t make a move to remove any of your pieces of clothing – he tried to be patient, as he was slowly getting used to the new experience, where he had to wait for your permission. You made him lay down and got on him, softly kissing his chest and assuring him of your affection. You were always tender in bed – you both were. Even at the times when you did it more roughly, the aftercare became more “intense” to make sure you both felt good and comfortable. You would stay longer in each other’s arms, even saying nothing, just petting each other’s bodies and planting soft kisses on one another.

You liked it when you rested your head on his chest and he was breathing heavily, you liked when he was all hot because of you. You liked what you were able to do to him and you loved the fact he allowed you to search the territory even more now.

You kissed him softly and then looked him in the eyes.

“I think we need to set some rules first” he nodded in agreement. “How far can we take this?”

“Well, we will definitely be able to take it much further as we go… But go easy on me the first time, okay? It’s just to test the waters, try things out…” he said quite unsure of how to put his thoughts into words not to make it sound like he doesn’t trust you.

“Don’t worry, it’s just to check this whole thing out. Not to scare you off” you chuckled quietly. He smiled slightly and pet your cheek. “Can I tie your hands?” He smiled wider and nodded. You got up to take one of the ties he hasn’t been using anymore. When you picked it, you came back to bed, this time sitting on Joe. He smiled and held the bars of the bed as you tied his hands down to them. You could sense the excitement building up in him.

You leaned forward to kiss him and he eagerly kissed you back. He intuitively wanted to pet your cheek or the side of your body, but when he moved his hand he immediately understood he won’t be able to do it this time. Instead, he held the bars tighter, waiting with anticipation for your upcoming moves. While you took your kisses lower, to bestow his neck with the sweet presence of your lips, your hands began to unbutton his fly. You took your time with moving forward, teasing Joe with your slow moves. You then slowly began to kiss your way down his chest, as your hands took his trousers off his legs. You threw them away and stopped your kisses on his abdomen, where you continued with a small licks, your wet tongue combining perfectly with the hotness of his skin, as he couldn’t wait for you finally taking proper care of his cock. He raised his head looking at you, and you looked him right in the eyes, with a little smirk wandering on your lips. He felt the pressure slowly building up in his loin just from looking at you being so close to where he wanted you to be the most. But you didn’t plan to give him this satisfaction just yet.

You sat up, and annoyingly slowly took your shirt off. You then put it away and began wandering with your fingers around his chest, as if you were painting something on it. You were distracting him, changing his focus all the time, not letting him stick to just one thing at a time. You softly stroke his nipples and moves your hands down to his stomach, slightly tickling him. You then finally gifted him the view of your breasts, when you removed your brassiere. He smiled seeing them, but then again, he was not able to touch them. You raised your brow, smirking. You knew what he wanted.

You placed your legs on each side of him and leaned forward, supporting yourself on your hands. He stuck his tongue out and raised his head to reach your nipple, but anytime he came close, you moved up a little to tease him, not letting him get what he needed quite yet. You looked down and saw that he was looking at you with those eyes of a sad puppy, and you just couldn’t annoy him anymore. You leaned down so he could easily place your nipple in his mouth without raising his head, so he could be comfortable. You felt the wetness in your panties as your partner was sucking on your nipple as if it was the last source of water on earth. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily. Joe changed the breast and now was taking extra special care of your other nipple. He was just too good. He was doing more to you with just that one thing than you did to him this entire time. Or so you thought.

A little whine escaped his mouth when you moved back, prohibiting him from playing with his currently favorite toy. You then took off his boxers and removed your trousers with your underwear. You placed yourself above him, but this time in the 69 position, giving him the hope that he will be able to taste your pussy anytime soon. But it was not quite what you had planned. You made sure he was not able to reach your crotch with his lips or tongue and then leaned forward, taking his cock in your mouth and softly stroking him, making him both hard and wet at the same time. It was not a difficult task since he was already quite hard from just your teasing.

Joe was breathing heavily and a little groan escaped his mouth now and then, but in truth, he was actually very close to whining. He was never a one-side lover, he didn’t like receiving all that much when he wasn’t able to give it back to you. He liked sex to be even, with the same amount of pleasure on both sides. You never had more generous partner in your life, making this a quite unusual situation in your life, but ironically, it made you want to take care of him even more. You loved getting him off, like you got pleasure simply from seeing how happy and blissful he was after orgasm. But the view was obviously not comparable with how good he made you feel and how beautiful he looked between your legs.

“Baby girl, please… Allow me” he muttered breathing heavily, with a begging tone of voice.

“Oh, no, honey” you smiled, petting his inner thigh. “You’re the baby boy today. And you will be a good boy, who does as he’s told” your tone of voice was a mixture of unconditional love and firmness. You were not planning to allow him to taste you anytime soon, the view was just so he would get more excited dreaming of it… And obviously to tease him. A few times you got a bit lower so he could touch you with the tip of his tongue and get a little taste, and soon after you pulled back up.

After you get bored with it, you changed the position. You were now sitting completely naked between his spread legs, your hands wandering on his wet cock. Your thumb was running up and down on the most prominent vein. Sometimes your fingers went in circles around his glans. You also took some care of his balls, playing with them as Joey was breathing heavily and groaning.

When you felt he was a bit too excited, you moved your hands back and let him cool down for a few seconds. You did that a few times until he finally said, or more exactly, whined, hardly being able to hold it in, almost begging you to let him off the edge:

“I’m close…” his voice became hoarse and that turned you even more than the view of your boyfriend being a total mess under your touch. You didn’t lose your dominating position though.

“And what should you say now, honey?” he looked at you for a few seconds, not quite getting what you wanted. Then he understood.

“Can I please come, my Queen?” you smiled, liking the new title and nodded. You didn’t plan to ruin his orgasm anyway, you wanted him to really like his first experience in this field. You took him in your hand, stroking him like you usually did and it didn’t take him long to come.

He groaned loudly closing his eyes. When he was taking his time to recover, you took tissues and removed his cum from your hand and his legs. You were smiling, cause you liked it, and you sure wanted to do it again. You were hoping he liked it too.

“Princess…” you chuckled quietly hearing you came back to your usual title. His eyes were open and he was smiling. “Fuck, I loved it so much.” You weren’t expecting that reaction, so you smiled even wider. You then began to untie his hands, his wrists red from how hard he was holding onto his tie.

“I loved it too, Joey. Hope you’ll want to do this again.”

“Oh, I want to do this again. But first, let me take care of you” he sat up, put his arms around you bringing you close to him and then kissed you passionately.

[youcanbemyhoneychile]

Snowy Vacation with Roger, Domonique, and John

[joemazzhello]

This photo makes me feel things

[lovegayships]

Request

To all the writers/ readers of the borhap boys... I need some Sub!Joe to read. And i think i have already seen and liked lots of them if not all.  So can you please suggest or well write some? Pretty please? 

If you are in need of prompt here one. I mean we can play a lot with sub joe x dom fem reader no? (like dging him, trying the pegging, slaps, denial etc etc) 

[b0rhapwritings]

bad guy - John Deacon

summary - john’s part to the inspired by ‘when we all fall asleep, where do we go?’ series, obviously based off of the song ‘bad guy’. smutty.

warning - smut, cussing

note - the italicized phrase is the billie lyric from the song

You sat in the back of a speeding taxi with your boyfriend John. It was just another normal night for the two of you; the band was having a party, and right around 10 o’clock, the two of you checked out for the night, kissing and hugging all of your friends goodbye. This was a common occurrence, practically routine, and something Freddie teased you both about incessantly.

“Leaving at 10 o’clock, can you imagine?” Freddie would laugh. “Darlings, when will you two ever have fun?”

You had to cut Freddie some slack; you and John did look like a fairly innocent couple, because around the band, John was a mild, quiet guy. Little did they know, you weren’t simply heading home just to make some tea and go to bed. On nights like these, you and John had other plans. 

The taxi pulled up in front of your apartment. John quickly paid the fare and hurried into the building after you. Silently, you pressed the elevator button, then stepped in. 

As soon as the doors closed, you turned to John. His hand flew immediately to the curves of your hips.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night, John,” you murmured. 

“I know, baby, me too,” John replied, rubbing his thumbs against your skin, sending a shiver down your spin. 

“I-I just know how hard you get for me...”

Your voice trailed off as your hands drifted from John’s chest down to his crotch. You took your lower lip between your teeth and glanced up at John from hooded eyelids. 

The elevator doors opened at your floor, and without a word, you grabbed John’s hand and pulled him to your apartment door. You jammed the key in the lock and flung open the door. 

“Bedroom,” you stated. 

John made his way to your shared room, kicking off his shoes and jacket along the way. You hung back, hanging your coat and purse neatly on the door, and carefully pulling off your high heels. When John was in the mood, he was like putty in your hands and you knew it. 

“Y/N,” John whined from the other room. 

“Coming!” you called in a sing-song voice. 

You entered the bedroom to find John standing by your bed in nothing but his boxers. 

“Mmm, baby,” you groaned, licking your lips and raking your eyes over your gorgeous boyfriend. “Get on the bed.”

John complied, pushing himself back onto the bed as you reached back and yanked your dress zipper down. The red fabric pooled around your feet and you looked up to see John’s eyes hungrily devouring the sight of you. You approached the bed and straddled him. 

“Christ, you’re hard as fuck,” you exclaimed as you settled down on his lap. 

“All for you, angel,” John whispered. 

You pressed your lips to his and he kissed you back, hard. You began dragging your hips forward and backward, rubbing your clothed pussy against his clothed cock. 

John groaned into the kiss. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away to throw his head back. “Please.”

“Please, what?” you teased. 

John didn’t reply. He sat there in silence, his eyes screwed shut. But suddenly, in one swift movement, he grabbed your hips, flipping you so that he was on top of you. 

Initially, you were shocked. John usually never asserted his dominance.

“So you’re a tough guy now, huh?” you whispered in his ear as he pressed his lips to your neck. 

In reply, he lightly nipped your skin. 

“Ah,” you moaned, your hips bucking. You felt his hard member brush against your stomach. 

John moved from your neck and continued to kiss down your body. 

“I- Oh, God, I like you like this,” you gasped as he yanked down your underwear. 

John finally looked up at you. His eyes were dark, hungry. 

“Good.”

[m0etenchandon]

Truths and kinks (Reader x Joe Mazzello SMUT)

Pairing: Reader x Joe Mazzello Summary: Ben knows you and Joe like each other, so he comes up with a plan to get you two together. Joe has to stay the night when his Uber cancelled, only problem is you only have one bed.. Warnings: SMUT (18+!), friends to lovers, fluff, oral, fingering, blow jobs, unprotected sex (when is it not?), gentle dom!Joe A/N: I can´t even remember how I came up with this idea, I just really like the “there was only one bed” trope. Also, I was in need of some fluffy Joe smut Word count: 5.7 K

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“Truth or dare, Joe?”, Ben asked, eyeing his victim. They were all over at your placw for a quiet night in. Well at least it was quiet until someone brought out the booze and insisted on playing a game of truth or dare like a bunch of teenagers. It´s not that you were complaining, but Ben knew about your feelings for Joe and you really didn´t want them to come out. At least not in this setting.

“Truth”, Joe said.

“If you had to shag one of the girls here today, which would you choose?”, Ben asked.

You immediately felt your heart beat start to increase. There were only five girls in the room, but both Lucy and Gwilym´s fiancée was obviously taken. One of the girls had come with Ben but they weren´t really dating or anything, you were pretty sure they were just having casual sex. And then there were your friend, who you knew all boys usually fancy.

“Oh, uhm Y/N”, Joe answered, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. He refused to make eye contact with you, which to be honest was probably for the better because you were pretty certain you were about to have a heart attack.

Ben nudged your side, causing you to just about avoid starting to hyperventilate. He gave you a “I told you so”, look before focusing his attention back on the game. Ever since you told him about your not-so-little crush, he had been telling you that Joe felt the same way. Obviously, you didn´t believe him, it was too good to be true.

“Your turn, Y/N. Truth or dare?”, Lucy asked after a few rounds. You had avoided many of the more mature truth or dares, but the look in her eyes told you that you were in for it now. Lucy loved to leave people flustered. She was so open about her sex-life herself it didn´t really cross her mind that you might have more of a filter.

“Truth”, you said, taking a big sip of your drink to gain some liquid courage.

“What are your top three kinks?”, she asked, causing you to almost choke. Your eyes went wide, wondering if you heard her right. But the look on her face told you she meant it. Fuck.

“Oh my god, I can´t believe I´m telling you guys this but I guess praise, hands, and uhm choking”, you mumbled the last one, but no one was really paying attention anymore as Rami had knocked over his drink. However, you swear you could see Joe shift in his seat, his gaze burning into your side.

When it was Joe´s turn again, he chose dare. You immediately knew where it was going as Gwilym shot you the cheekiest grin ever, already feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

“I dare you to kiss a girl of your choice for 10 seconds”, Gwilym said, leaning back into his chair way too chuffed for your liking. Ben had obviously told him, that little prick.

Joe rose from his seat and closed the distance between you.

“May I, Y/N?”, he asked, offering you his hand. Shit. You wanted to, you really did, but what if he didn´t think you were a good kisser? Or if he just picked you because there was a shortage of available girls. Joe is so gorgeous, and he´s so nice, and you just can´t picture him actually liking you back.

“Jesus, get on with it”, Ben called out, causing you to look Joe in the eyes and nod. A giant smile spread over his face as he helped you to your feet. Joe licked his lips, grabbed your face and slowly leant in. His lips were so soft against yours. His hands were warm against your skin, making the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.

You reached out to touch his chest and there was definitely a little moan coming from Joe´s mouth into yours. You melted completely into his touch, and the ten seconds went over way too quickly.

“Aww look at those two, you´re so cute together”, Lucy gushed when you pulled back. You tried to shoot her a mean look, but you couldn´t stop the grin spreading over your face. You felt like a school girl with their first crush, and the fact that Joe was blushing too made you all giddy inside.

You could swear you heard Joe thank Gwilym when he went to sat down.

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“I´m really sorry for keeping you up”, Joe said, running a hand through his hair as he glanced out the window. The others had left around 15 minutes ago, but Joe was still waiting for his Uber. It´s not like he was drunk, but he still shouldn´t be driving. You didn´t mind though. You didn´t know Joe all that well, but you enjoyed his company. And besides, the kiss was still fresh in your memory. Almost able to feel the remains of his lips on yours.

“It´s okay, I don´t mind”, you said. Joe shot you a thankful smile which made your insides turn to goo. God that man had you wrapped around his finger and he didn´t even know.

“Shit”, he muttered when his phone dinged, “He cancelled on me and there´s no-one available for a few hours”

“Oh”, you said. Should you invite him to stay over? Were you that close of friends?

“You can stay over if you want to”, you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. You could hear him let out a sigh of relief, which made you relax a little bit.

“Can I? Y/N, you´re an angel”, Joe exclaimed. He leant over and wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. You closed your eyes, buried your head in his neck and took in his scent. You could stay here forever, just feeling his body against yours. Feeling your heart swell with each passing second. The hug lingering for longer than your usual just-friends hug.

“Your sofa looks really comfy anyways”, he giggled when he pulled away. Both his words and his movements sent a wave of disappointment through your body. That´s not what you wanted.

“Don´t be silly, Joe. You can stay in my bed”, you said, shooting him a shy smile, “I really don´t mind”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I just have one question”, you said, poking his chest. “Are you a good cuddler?”

Joe broke out into a huge grin, pulling you close to his body again. He gave you a quick hug before reaching over to dispose of his wallet and keys in his jacket. Ready to settle in for the night.

“Babe, you have no idea what you just signed up for”

Your stomach flipped at his words. For some reason you never bat an eye when anyone called you babe, but coming from Joe was different. He probably didn´t think twice of it though.

“Do you mind if I sleep in my boxers? I don´t have to if you feel uncomfortable”, Joe said as you reached your bedroom. You had retreated to the bedroom to do your skincare routing while he slipped into bed.

“Oh, no just go with whatever you want”, you called back. You tried to sound like you couldn´t care less, but oh man did you. He was going to be half-naked. Just beside you. In your bed. Oh my god it was going to be so hard to not make a move on him.

You walked out of the bathroom just in time to catch a glimpse of Joe´s body before he slipped under the duvet. It immediately made your heart beat increase in frequency and your palms begin to sweat. He was absolutely gorgeous.

“You look really cute”, Joe said as he took in your form. You had thrown on an old t-shirt over a pair of panties. But they were nice panties. Just in case.

“Thanks”, you giggled, slipping under the cover yourself. You laid on your side, facing Joe. He had this stupid grin on his face and you couldn´t help but laugh at it.

“What?”, you asked.

“I´m just thinking about our kiss earlier”, Joe said, his eyes falling on your lips for a split-second before meeting your gaze again. Oh.

“Well you were pretty short on options”

Joe furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“What? I would have chosen you out of a hundred girls”, he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Electricity buzzing between his fingers and your skin.

“You would?”, you asked, feeling your skin heat up under his touch. The duvet was way too hot, he was way too hot. And he wanted to kiss you.

“Of course, you´re absolutely stunning and you´re so funny and kind too”, he said, a giant grin on his cute little face. “In fact, I would very much like it if you let me kiss you again, without an audience this time”

“I would like that too”, you whispered as he leant in. You closed your eyes and a second later his lips were on yours again. They fit so perfectly against yours you almost forgot how to breathe. He deepened the kiss, holding your face close to his. Joe´s beard was rubbing against your cheek, only adding to the tingles that engulfed your entire body.

He swiped his tongue over your bottom lip, pressing his tongue into your mouth when you parted them. Joe really was a good kisser. He was in charge of it, that was for sure, but it wasn´t too much. It was just perfect.

Joe pulled away with a dopey smile on his face, his lips pink and plump from the kiss.

“You´re incredible, Y/N”, he said with a giggle.

“Now what?”, you laughed. It felt so natural to have him half-naked right next to you all of a sudden. You couldn´t quite believe that it was actually happening, but you wouldn´t trade it for the world.

“It´s just that you´re so cute and then I remember that you have a choking kink and I can´t believe you´re real”

Embarrassment flooded your body making you hide your face into the pillow. You could hear Joe laugh, but you were busy being absolutely mortified.

“Hey don´t be embarrassed, I get it”, he chuckled. Joe reached out to run a finger down your spine. It tickled, but in a good way, and it made you oddly relaxed. “I mean I haven´t tried it myself but I´m sure it´s really hot”

“You haven´t?”, you asked, slowly turning to face him. Joe shook his head. “You just- I can show you if you like?”

“Sure, show me what I´ve been missing out on”

You grabbed his hand and brought it up to your neck. Placing your hand over his, you pushed it against your throat.

“Press into the sides”

You pressed his thumb and fingers into each side of your throat, just how you like it. A little whimper left your mouth and you could see Joe´s eyes darken.

“Right there”, you practically whined, feeling heat rush to your nether regions.

“Wow okay that´s so fucking hot”, he muttered, watching you intently.

“It feels really good too, especially during sex”, you said. You didn´t even know what came over you, but you felt so relaxed in Joe´s presence you all of a sudden had no problem talking about very intimate situations. Maybe the drinks you had earlier helped too.

“And besides you get to see the guy´s arm muscles flex which is really hot”

Your eyes fell on his bicep as you spoke. Joe´s eyes followed yours, making him blush the prettiest of pink colors when he realized you were practically checking him out. He let out a deep breath and pulled his hand away from your throat.

“I-uh, I don´t want to freak you out but I´m so fucking hard right now”, Joe muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Oh. Your eyes trailed down his body and sure enough, you could see his duvet tenting over his crotch. Heat rose to your ears as you looked back up at his darkened eyes. He looked so fucking hot like this, turned on and sweaty. Because of you.

“I´m sorry I don’t know why I told you that”, he said, a nervous giggle leaving his mouth.

“It´s alright”

“It´ll go away”, Joe said, resting his head against the pillow, “Eventually”

“Oh okay, well maybe let´s just chat then yeah?”, you asked, watching as Joe nodded. “Well you know about my kinks, what about yours?”

“That´s definitely not helping my situation, Y/N”, Joe laughed, throwing his head back. You couldn´t help but admire how cute he looked, but you also couldn´t shake the want to let your eyes trail down to his crotch again.

“It´s only fair”, you muttered in amusement. Joe rolled his eyes.

“Fine, uhm, I like to be dominant in bed. There´s nothing I find hotter than having a girl under me”, he started, his voice a few octaves darker. You nodded, eagerly listening to him. God what you wouldn´t give to have him pin you down and fuck you right now, but it was probably too early for that. You had just confessed your attraction for each other, you hadn´t even gone on a date yet. Besides, he didn´t make a move on you so you just assumed he didn´t want to. Trying and failing to ignore the tingling sensation underneath your panties. The panties that were definitely quite damp by now.

“I also really like dirty talk and praising”, he said with a knowing smile. Fuck, he really did pay attention earlier. “And now I´m pretty sure I have a choking kink as well”

“Hmm, I´m sure any girl would be lucky to experience that”, you said, a non-genuine smile on your face. You didn´t want any other girl to sleep with Joe, you wanted it to be you. You wanted him to take control, to tell you how good you were, and to have him choke you while he brings you to the brink of tears from an orgasm.

“Want to find out?”, Joe said. His whole body showed how nervous he was. He was holding his breath, waiting for your reply. Little did he know you were just as nervous as him. And also nearly passing out from his suggestion.

“Wha-, you want uh- you want to have sex with m-me?”, you asked, your eyes wide.

“I thought that was obvious already”, he laughed, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You swear you could melt right then and there. Shit, why did he have this much power over you?

“I´m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, I totally get it. It´s just that, fuck, you looked so hot with my hand around your throat and I´m so hard for you, Y/N”

“I do”, you blurted out.

“Yeah?”, Joe asked, a grin spreading over his face. “Wow I don´t even know how I managed to grow the balls to ask you. I mean you´re so pretty and I´ve liked you for so long and Ben have told me so many times to just tell you and I-“

“Shut up and kiss me, Mazzello”, you giggled, interrupting his rambling.

Joe´s eyes went wide for a second before he mustered up the courage to grab your face and press his lips to yours. The kiss was way more intense this time, both of you breathing heavily into each other´s mouths. Joe slipped his tongue past your lips to deepen the kiss. His fingers pulling at your hair. It was so fucking hot, but you wanted more. You pulled his duvet away and threw a leg over his hips. Joe whined into your mouth when your clothed heat met his bulge. His hands immediately flew down to your hips to urge you to start moving.

“Fuck that feels so good, Y/N”, Joe whispered against your lips, “I can already feel how wet you are. You really want this too, don´t you? You liked when I choked you?”

You whimpered in response, speeding up your grinding. His hard cock nudged your sensitive clit, giving you some much-needed friction.

“You´re already desperate for my cock, I can see it on your face. You look absolutely beautiful on top of me, babe. But, I did say that I like to be in control”, he said, tightening the grip on your hips and flipping you over.

A yelp left your mouth when your back hit the mattress, but it was soon replaced by a moan when you felt his wet and swollen lips against your neck. You grabbed onto his auburn hair, tugging at it and stretching your neck, giving him better access.

He sucked on your sensitive skin while sliding a hand under your t-shirt. His touch was almost burning your skin, but at the same time creating goose-bumps in its bath. God, he had you completely at his mercy and he hadn´t even touched you properly yet.

“You´re so responsive, Y/N”, Joe muttered against your neck. He slid his hand up to cup your breast, making you arch your back in pleasure. You could feel Joe grin as he tweaked your nipple with his skilled fingers. “Shit, your boos are just perfect”

With his free hand, Joe reached down to pull at the material. Eager to comply, you lifted your arms to allow him to slide the material over your head. His eyes darkened even further when he took in your exposed breasts. Nipples hard and eager for his touch. He cursed under his breath before leaning in. Joe started with placing a kiss to the bruise of your neck before slowly trailing his lips over your collarbones, placing hot open-mouthed kisses all the way down to your breasts. He let his tongue slid over the soft contour of your breast before flicking the nipple.

You were sure you could cum from the stimulation alone, but the pleasure was short-lived. Joe shot you a knowing look, that smug bastard, before kissing his way down your stomach.

“Hmm, do you want to feel my tongue on your pussy? I know you enjoyed it on your boobs”

“God, yes Joe. Please I-fuck, I need you”, you whined. He was going to be the absolute death of you.

Joe chuckled, pressing a wet kiss just above the waistline of your panties. He hooked his fingers into the material and swiftly pulled it down your legs. The cold air hit your wet folds, making you want to press your thighs together, but Joe had a harsh grip on each of your thighs.

“Your pussy is so pretty, baby”, Joe cooed, leaning down to press his lips to the very edge of your heat. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin, humming at your taste. “And so wet too. Gonna make you cum so fucking hard”

And with that, Joe went to town. He peppered kisses all over your heat, except for your clit. You were a frustrated, moaning, mess as he continued teasing you, never giving you the friction you so desperately craved. He dragged his tongue through your folds, stopping right before he reached your clit. His chin was completely covered in your juices by now and my god was it a hot sight.

“Joe”, you whined, tugging at his hair, “stop teasing me”

“Desperate, are we?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow. You threw you head back in annoyance, considering reaching down and rubbing your own clit. Especially when you heard and felt him chuckle against your heat.

“Fine, I´ll give you what you want, baby”, he said, immediately wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub. You gasped as a bolt of pleasure shot up your spine. The knot in your stomach tightened at an alarming rate, and you had to hold back as to not cum right away.

He sucked with just the right amount of pressure, his eyes locked on yours. It was all too much, you couldn´t hold back. Joe could tell too. He raised an eyebrow, watching you squirm underneath him. Your thighs beginning to shake in his hands.

Joe flicked his tongue over your clit and you were done for. Your orgasm rippled through your body, starts clouding your vision. The knot in your stomach unraveled, leaving a delicious tingling feeling behind.

Joe pulled back with a smug look on his face, watching as you heaved for air.

“Do you always cum this quick, because that was amazing”, he said, pressing a chaste kiss to the apex of your thighs. You were still so sensitive from your high, you involuntarily jumped at his touch. Joe hummed in amusement.

“I-I´ve never, fuck, not even my vibrator can make me cum that quick”, you said.

“I´m going to take that as a compliment then”, Joe laughed, “I really want to make you cum one more time before I fuck you, do you think you can take it?”

“Please”

“Hmm, that´s my good girl”, he cooed, before realizing what he just said. “I mean fuck, you uh- I didn´t mean to say that I´m sorry  I-“

“Joe”, you giggled, cutting him off for the second time that evening. “You can call me your girl if you want to”

“Yeah?”, he asked, his entire face lighting up. God, he was too cute to handle. But as much as you wanted to kiss his stupid face all day, you couldn´t ignore the dull ache between your legs anymore.

“Of course, but can you get on with it?”

“Oh, right. Sorry”, Joe said, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

He leant up to press a sweet kiss to your lips, sharing your own cum between your mouths. The semi-bitterness coating both his and your jaw at this point.

Joe slid one of his hands down from your knee, his fingers dancing along the sensitive skin as he made his way towards your heat. You could feel him smirk against your mouth as you jerked your hips, desperate for him to move faster. You needed another release.

Joe´s lips left yours at the same time his fingers reached your heat. He slid two fingers between your folds, gathering your wetness before pressing them against your entrance. You gasped, your fingers digging into his arm as he slid inside. He stretched you just right, the delicious stinging pleasure taking over your body.

“Fuck you´re squeezing my fingers, Y/N. Feels fucking amazing”, Joe mumbled. He watched your facial expression as he started searching for your g-spot, grinning in victory as you let out a long moan of his name. “Hmm, there it is”

“Does that feel good, baby?”, he teased, pressing his fingers harder against the bundle of nerves. The tight tingles already starting to build for the second time.

“God, yes”, you whined.

Joe smirked. He slid his thumb down from your thigh to rest against your clit, making you arch your back in pleasure. He didn´t even have to rub, it was enough to push you right towards the edge.

“Are you going to cum again for me? You look so beautiful all caught up in the pleasure”, Joe cooed, leaning down to press his lips to the dark spot on your neck. He flicked his tongue against it, enjoying the shudder your body responded with. “Want to watch you cum for me. Cum.”

His voice was so demanding, his touch so expertly precise, you couldn´t even hold back if you wanted to. Wave after wave of pleasure shot up your body as your orgasm took over.

Joe guided you through your high, ignoring his aching hard-on as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure. It was the prettiest sight he´d ever seen. His cock twitching in his pants. Swelling even further

You pulled his hand away when you got over-sensitive, your clit still twitching with aftershocks. Heaving for air as you tried to come back to reality.

Joe sat back on his knees and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. He kept eye contact the entire time, expertly flicking his tongue over them. Just like he had on your clit. Fuck. He shouldn´t be allowed to be this hot. Your eyes trailed over his body, down his chest and over his soft tummy. You reached out to drag your fingers over it, feeling Joe tense under your touch.

“Ah, I-uh, please don´t”, he said shyly, grabbing your hand and bringing it down to his boxers instead. You played with the waistband, your fingers almost brushing against his hard cock.

“Your body is so fucking hot, Joe”, you cooed, pushing him down on the bed. You straddled his lower thighs.

“I don´t like my stomach”, he mumbled, watching you lean down and press a kiss to his chest.

“Hmm, I think it´s sexy”

You moved your lips down to the top of his stomach, looking up to see if you could keep going. Joe nodded, his eyes glued to your movements as you smiled. You pressed kisses all over the soft curve of his stomach, enjoying the little moans he was making. They grew louder when you inched closer to his boxers, a gasp escaping when you hooked your fingers into the material. You pulled then over his hard cock, releasing it of its restraints as you pulled his boxers down his legs.

You couldn´t hold back the smirk that formed on your lips as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. It has hot and heavy in your grasp, thick. The tip was red and swollen, a small bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit. You swiped a thumb over it, using the liquid as lube as you slowly started moving and twisting your hand.

“Fuck you´re so good at that”, Joe mumbled, throwing his head back. The moan that left his lips when you leant down to press a kiss to his tip, made a wave of wetness rush to your heat. You wrapped your lips around the head, sucking him into your mouth as you worked the rest of his cock with your hand. God his moans were so pretty, so hot. You started to feel desperate to have him inside, having him fill you up.

Apparently, Joe felt the same way because he pulled at your head, needing you to stop before he shot his load into your mouth.

“Wanna fuck you”, he said, flipping you over.

He positioned himself between your legs, grabbing his cock and running it through your soaked folds. His pre-cum mixed with your own excitement, allowing him to easily slide up to your clit. He slapped his cock against the nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you gasping for air. Way too sensitive from your previous orgasms.

“Are you ready?”, he asked, sliding his cock down to rest at your entrance. Pressing against it.

“Yes, fuck me, Joe”, you moaned, reaching out to grab onto his arms. Your fingers digging into the skin as Joe slowly slid inside.

You gasped, feeling him stretch you out. The burn mixing with absolute euphoria. He fit like a hand in a glove, filling every inch of your pussy.

“Fucking hell”, Joe mumbled when he bottomed you out, his balls resting against your skin. You couldn´t help but clamp down on him, relishing in the feeling of being full. “God you´re so tight for me”

“Fu-uck, please move”, you whined, needing to release the knot in your stomach again. It had already started to tighten, the mere feeling of having him close enough for the tingles to start.

Joe didn´t need to be asked twice. He cursed under his breath as he looked down to see his cock slowly slide out of your pussy. Your arousal glistening around him, making him easily slip back inside with a thrust of his hips. His cock nudged against your g-spot, making you scream out and scratch as his arms.

“I-fuck you feel so good around me, baby. I feel you squeezing me so tight”, he muttered with a snap of his hips.

“Harder, Joe”, you moaned, feeling your orgasm start to build.

Joe groaned, grabbing your legs and throwing them around his hips. He leant down to rest on his elbows on either side of your head, using his entire body weight to push into you. The bed scraped against the floor. Your legs pushing him further inside with each thrust.

“`m not going to last long”, Joe warned, his hips stuttering as he held back. Needing to feel you cum around his cock before letting go.

“Shit me too”, you whined, “Choke me”

“Fu-uck”, Joe growled, immediately wrapping a hand around your throat. He added just the right amount of pressure, pressing into the sides. The tip of his cock nudged against your g-spot, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with each thrust.

“I-I´m gonna, fuck, gonna cum, I´m gonna cum”, you moaned. The knot in your stomach started to unravel moments later, the delicious tingle spreading all the way out to your fingers. Your walls clamped down on Joe´s cock, your legs crossing behind his back and keeping him deep inside. His grip on your throat only adding to the pleasure.

Joe watched in awe as you came down, ignoring the pressure building in his balls. He watched your mouth fall open with a cry of his name, feeling your nails scratch at his skin. Definitely drawing blood. The pain only elevating his pleasure. The way you squeezed around him almost causing him to cum.

“Shit that´s the hottest thing I´ve ever seen”, he mumbled, giving you a tentative thrust. You yelped in surprise, your entire pussy way too sensitive. “I´m gonna cum, baby. You want me to cum in your pretty pussy?”

You shook your head, unwrapping your legs and pushing him away. Ignoring the empty feeling you were left with as his cock slipped out of your heat.

“Want you to cum in my mouth, Joe. Want to taste you”

“Fucking hell I´m gonna blow”, Joe groaned, wrapping his hand around his cock.

You quickly turned over, positioning yourself in front of him. You knocked his hand away to replace with your own before taking his head into your mouth. Wrapping your lips around his cock, you bobbed your head up and down, letting his cock slip from your mouth before taking him back in. Joe tangled his fingers in your hair, grunting and moaning as he felt his balls draw up.

“Gonna cum”, he warned before you felt the first spurt of cum coat your tongue. You stilled your head, working his shaft with your hand. Rope after rope of hot white liquid shot out of him, the sweet and salty liquid warm against your mouth. Joe moaned your name, his hips stuttering as you milked him dry.

You let him slip from your mouth, opening up to show him all of his cum. Joe cursed.

“Can you swallow for me?”, he asked, grinning when you did so. “Good girl”

He reached down to swipe his thumb over the droplets that had escaped your mouth, pushing it between your lips. You let your tongue swirl around his digit, watching in amusement as his cock twitched in defeat.

“Fuck that´s hot”, Joe muttered as he slumped down onto the mattress. You giggled, following. Joe wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to rest your head on his chest. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I definitely have a choking kink too”, he said, an amused sigh leaving his lips. You perched your head on his chest, looking up at his now softened eyes. Reaching up to move his hair off his sweaty forehead. “I´m really glad we did this, Y/N. And that you actually like me back”

“You´re welcome”, you beamed.

“What are you smiling about?”

“How much of a softie you are”, you giggled, watching a blush creep up on his face. “I´m not complaining, but I was kind of expecting you to be more dominant”

“Oh? That wasn´t good enough for you, was it?”, he asked, humor lacing his voice. “Three orgasms are standard for you then?”

“Hmm, no it´s not. It was amazing. But, I think you can do better.”

“Is that a challenge? Because I´m more than willing to comply”, he teased.

“Mhm”, you hummed. 

“On one condition”

You raised your eyebrows in question, a smile playing at your lips.

“Go on a date with me”, Joe said, leaning down to cup your face. His fingers ghosted over your cheek, making the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy.

“I would love to, Joe”, you said. Joe grinned, and you couldn´t help but lean up and kiss him and his stupid face. Wanting to feel that rush of feelings when you pressed your lips to his.

Once you pulled back, you pressed your lips to his chest before resting your head on it. You could feel his heart beat slowly steady against your cheek, making your heart swell. Not only had he confessed his feelings, but he had also asked you on a date and gave you the best sex you´ve ever had. He was definitely a keeper.

“Do you want to know a secret?”, Joe asked after a while, pulling you from your train of thoughts.

“Yes”

“The Uber never came because Ben stole my phone earlier to cancel it”, he admitted, causing you to look up at him in surprise.

“What?”

“Well he kept telling me how much you liked me and when I didn´t believe him he came up with the idea. I thought it was stupid back then, but I´m not complaining now”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the giggle that erupted from your lips. You leant up to press your lips to his, relishing in the sweet kiss for a few seconds before pulling back. Making a mental note to yell at Ben. And to thank him.  

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[rossmccallsqueen]

How about headcanons where yn and joe in a bar and someone hits on yn and joe get extremely jealous. Lol.

(this is dedicated to @goodoldfashionrogerboy bc she’s having a hard day and I love her 💕)

Usually when the two of you went out joe wouldn’t leave your side

It would probably be with the borhap boys, and you’d go to the bar to get a drink by yourself

Joe would wonder where you went and go looking for you because he got worried

“Can I get an apple martini please?” “Excuse me bartender, can I pay for this beautiful ladies drink?”

“Ummm no. I can pay for my own thanks.”

You try to ignore the stupid guy rudely hitting on you, despite the fact you have an engagement ring on

“Could you stop? My fiancé is right over there”

Then joe finds you at the bar, protectively putting his arm around you

“Hey buddy, would you mind fucking the hell off?” Joe would go into protective mode immediately

“Are you okay babe?” “Yeah I’m okay, I just wanted a drink honestly”

“Never go up without me again okay? You’re mine and mine only”

“Joseph mazzello are you jealous?” You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit

He would try to say he wasn’t but he wouldn’t let go of you for the rest of the night, always holding your hand or putting his arm around you

“You’re mine and no one else’s baby” he would say and kiss the ring on your finger

He’d put his hand in your back pocket on the way out just so the asshole at the bar would see

[oohlove-oohloverboy]

Joe.That man? He gets pegged He'd be a blushy red mess even thinking about it, it would take a lot of foreplay, a lot of touching and relaxing A lot of trust and emotions But that man gets pegged. And once you get him past the red flushed "too embarrassed to get into it" stage, hed be SO loud and into it, ass in the air, holding onto a pillow, absolutely in bliss while getting jacked off at the same time. Drooly, moaning and groaning like he's in heaven, pushing back and crying out in relief -G.

GOD see, that’s just it! having him give in and enjoy it, because he’d be so shy at first, y'know? it’s one of those things where you’d have to ease into it. did you suggest it? probably. joe’s not exactly a vanilla guy but the kinkiest thing he’s done is probably like. blindfolds and gags, maybe a little bondage. so when you bring it up he immediately balks but obviously you tell him you guys don’t have to, his comfort is important after all, but he takes a few days to think about it (and does a little ~research~, and perhaps maybe might have jacked off to a video. or two. or three, who’s counting, really) until he comes back to you and says he’s not exactly, completely, absolutely against the idea - which, obviously, excitementtttt

when the time comes, though, he’s shy again. for good reason, of course, y'know, never tried it before, but you make it so good for him. the foreplay goes on for what feels like hours just to get him to relax (you even suggest massaging his back, but he refuses through his laughter), and by the time you’re ready to get on with it he’s red and sweaty and squirming and telling you please, for the love of GOD, which makes it slightly easier when you finally start to prepare him

you take your time there, too, and he just makes the prettiest noises, especially when you find his prostate and press on it - that earns you a gasp and an arched back and a squeak and bucked hips and a drawn out moan and a bowed head and clenched fists, because a certain someone has apparently never had that touched before (a shame). frankly speaking you probably could’ve gotten away with just fingering him that day, but when you finally put on the strap-on and sink into him he’s just so responsive, so delightfully into it, he’s crying out with every thrust and pushing back into you and you reach up to grab a handful of his hair and gently pull his head up out of the pillow so you can hear him properly, and, honestly? it… really doesn’t take that long for him to come. you let him worm a hand under himself to jerk himself off because he’s been so good for you so far and really, you’ve teased him enough, haven’t you? and it takes two breaths for him to come all over the sheets with a choked-off wail and your hand still in his hair and the other gripping his hip hard enough to bruise as you fuck him through his orgasm until he’s wrung out and panting and starting to shiver from overstimulation

by the time you pull out and set the strap-on aside and come back with a wash cloth joe’s flopped onto his side wonderfully wrung-out and sleepy and cute and he’s humming as you wipe him down and he reaches for you when you go to throw the rag back in the bathroom even though you have to lightly slap his hands away and he grumbles about it, and when you curl up behind him and spoon him he just says, all rough, “we should do that again”

[tillyisdead]

Okay but if you really listen to “I’m in love with my car” Roger Taylor is 100% outting himself as sub and I’m here for it

[ns-queen-fw]

hello and welcome to hell

first things first: NO MINORS ALLOWED. i cannot stress this enough. if theres no REAL age on your account, then its immediate block, do you hear me?

this blog is solely for the purpose of creating nsfw content for the 'bohemian rhapsody' cast and the legendary band 'queen'. i will be writing ship fics and not reader inserts, for that is not my cup of tea. here are the ships you will see me posting:

gwilym lee x joe mazzello (mazzlee)

brian may x john deacon (breaky)

gwilym lee x ben hardy (hardlee)

joe mazzelo x rami malek (mazzlek)

brian may x roger taylor (maylor)

heres a list of concepts that i may include in my writing, but it will also be listed in the stories that i post as well for good measure:

daddy/mommy (no gender swap, ties in with mpreg)

dom/sub

a/b/o dynamics

breeding kink

watersports

oral fixations

voyuerism

gang bangs

age gap

dacryphilia (crying kink)

somnophilia (fucking sleeping partner)

consensual non-consent

degration

dumbification

crossdressing

incest

mpreg

light bondage

impact play (spanking, flogging, etc)

public sex/use

may add or remove in the future

feel free to request for a small fic or a concept, and ask if i write some other stuff that i didnt include in the list!

i WONT be writing hard kinks such as pain play, blood play, knife play, or any of that intense stuff, so please respect that :-)

anyways, please enjoy your stay and please have human decency, thank you and goodnight 💖

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[sherlollydramoine]

☠️🎃 Fictober Masterlist 🎃🦇

I decided to create a separate masterlist for Fictober due to my main masterlist taking forever to load. These are the responses for @fictober-event‘s Fictober Prompt List which can be found ( H E R E )

Here is the link to my main masterlist so that you can check out some of my other writing while you wait for the next prompt. ( H E R E  )

KEY:

Fluff: ❤

Angst: ♢

Smut/Implied Smut: ✰ (Anything that contains this label is 18+ only)

Dom/Sub: ⛓ (Anything that contains this label is 18+ only)

 🦇🎃☠️🦇🎃☠️🦇 Fictober 2020 🦇🎃☠️🦇🎃☠️🦇

All of these prompts are listed in the order that they were posted. 

The Fictober pieces likely won’t be expanded on. I won’t be taking any requests or prompts until after October so that I have enough to time to develop, write, and edit each of these pieces. Thank you everyone! XOXO, Sherlolly.

01/OCT/2020 

Prompt One: “no,come back”

 Little Fire (Joe Mazzello) ❤ 

02/OCT/2020

Prompt Two: “that’s the easy part”

 That Was The Easy Part (Rami Malek) ❤

03/OCT/2020

Prompt Three: “you did this”

  Because I Love You (Sledgefu) ❤

04/OCT/2020

Prompt Four: “that didn’t stop you before”

  A Little Taste of Heaven (Elliot Alderson) ❤✰

05/OCT/2020

Prompt Five: “unacceptable, try again”

 Broken Promises (Finn) ♢

06/OCT/2020

Prompt Six: “that was impressive”

 Somebody’s Watching Me (Benjamin) ♢

07/OCT/20

Prompt Ten: “all I ever wanted”

 When One Door Closes (Rami Malek) ♢

08/OCT/20

Prompt Twenty-Seven: “give me that”

Buzzkill (Dad!Snafu) ❤

09/OCT/20

Prompt Eight: “I’m not doing that again”

Summary: Halloween shenanigans with your man.

 Love. (Snafu) ❤✰

10/OCT/20

Prompt Nine: “will you look at that?”

The Proposal (Joe Mazzello) ❤

11/OCT/20

Prompt Twelve: “watch me”

 Let’s Go (Dad!Rami) ❤

12/OCT/20

Prompt: Fifteen: “not interested, thank you”

Summary: Reuniting with in an ex-boyfriend unexpectedly.

Detroit (Finn) ♢❤

13/OCT/20

Prompt Nineteen: “i can’t do this anymore

Summary: Exhausted and alone with three kids

Alone (Dad!Rami) ♢❤

14/OCT/2020

Prompt Twenty-Nine: “back up!”

Summary: Your husband declares war, what is a girl to do?

All’s Fair in Love and War (Joe Mazzello)

15/OCT/2020

Prompt Thirty: “just say it”

Summary: What happens if you kiss your best friend for a TikTok challenge?

The Kiss (Rami Malek)

03/NOV/2020

Prompt Eleven: “i told you so”

Prompt: Thirteen: “I missed this”

Prompt Eighteen: “you don’t see it?”

Prompt Twenty: “did I ask?”

Prompt Twenty-One: “this, this makes it all worth it”

Prompt Twenty-Two:”and neither should you”

Prompt Twenty-Four:”are you kidding me?”

Summary: During the production of his current film, Rami convinces you to move into a charming home, only a stone’s throw away from Salem. The charm of your new home fades however when you realize you are not the only thing living within the walls of the old house. 

Ghosted. (Rami Malek)

[illfoandillfie]

After Party

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader x Lucy Boynton

Summery: You and Joe were planning on having a quiet night in, until Lucy called inviting you to the Oscars after party.

Warnings: Smut (18+), Threesome (duh), dom/dom/sub (dom! joe, dom!reader, sub!lucy, with a slight blink-and-you’ll-miss-it hint at sub!joe), orgasm delay/denial, fingering, oral sex (both m and f receiving), face fucking, little bit of choking, cumplay, spanking, strap-on, overstimulation.

Words: 6385

A/N: Ya’ll can blame @supersonicfreddie​ for this one. Also Lucy for looking so fucking cute at the 2020 vanity fair oscars party. And that video of Joe making out with a cupcake. I know that happened months ago but y’know, some things just stick with you until you write something filthy. 

(there are zero pics of them together that night and frankly that’s just not fair)

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It was close to ten when the first text came in. You laughed and showed it to Joe, sending off a quick reply before you turned back to the movie you were watching, pulling Joe’s arm a little tighter around you. A second text followed about ten minutes later and then a third not long after. “Is that Lucy again?” Joe asked before you could show him. “She really wants us to crash that after party,” “What’d you say?” “That we’re in our PJs already and don’t plan on leaving the house until tomorrow. Should we send her a photo to prove it?” “Make sure you get my good side,” “I’ll try,” you laughed, opening the camera app and holding the phone out, quickly snapping a shot of you and Joe, tucked up under your warm quilt. You waited all of five seconds before your phone began to ring, Lucy’s name flashing up on the screen. “Put her on speaker,” Joe said, pausing the movie. “Hi Luce,” “You’ve got to come out! This party is so much fun, you’d love it!” You winced at Lucy’s shouted laugher, “You sound like you’re having a good time, how was the Oscars?” “They were fine, boring, this is wild though! Adam Driver is dancing on a table and I think I just saw Margot Robbie run through here with Taika Waititi’s Oscar! At least, I think it was him chasing her,” she broke out into laughter again, though the noise behind her faded out as she headed for somewhere a little quieter. “Stop namedropping,” Joe said, clearly amused, “it’s getting late and we’re all snuggly over here, I was thinking of a little snack and then bed.” “Oh god, don’t tell me you’re becoming one of those couples,” “One of what couples?” “One of those boring couples who never do anything fun. It’s just after ten, that doesn’t count as late. Now get up, put on something niceish and come join me here.” “We are not boring,” joe became indignant at the implication. “Then come and prove it. I’ll make it worth your while,” Lucy’s promise hung between you as you and Joe exchanged looks, both of you interested, but she followed it up with a long, “pleeeaassee,” anyway. It reminded you of what had happened last time Lucy had ended up back at your place, and that was all you needed to be convinced. “Fine,” Joe said into the phone, “We’ll come. Give us like half an hour to change and get over there.” As soon as he’d hung up you were both moving, pushing yourself from the couch, stretching. “What should I wear?” “Go with that blue dress. If Lucy’s anything like me she’ll be drooling over you so damn fast.” You giggled at his cheeky grin, “She’ll be drooling no matter what I wear, did you hear how whiny she sounded?” Joe laughed, “Couldn’t miss it. It was so hard not to ask her to beg.”

It took a little closer to 40 minutes for you and Joe to arrive but Lucy managed to keep her texts asking how far off you were to a minimum. She was waiting for you inside the lobby when you arrived, squealing when she saw you and pulling you into tight hugs. “Finally!” “We’re not that late,” “Shhh, yes you are. I love your dress! C’mon, we’re missing all the fun,” she grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs, the noise getting louder with each step you took. There were people everywhere inside – women who’d kicked off their heels, men with undone bowties, some sitting around laughing and talking, others busting a move on the dancefloor. Lucy led you straight towards the crowded bar and pushed her way into the throng, giving you no choice but to follow. “You guys are like three behind me, so start with these,” she handed each of you a shot glass, “and then you can have some champagne.” “Do we get any food? Y/N made brownies earlier and I didn’t get to eat a sixth one because you called and made me come out.” “I think I saw food down that way,” she pointed away from the bar. “Hold my drink I’ll go find us something,”

Joe returned, triumphant, with a selection of cupcakes on a plate, each of them decorated with shards of toffee or chocolate curls and edible gold glitter. He carried his haul to a spare table, batting away your hand when you tried to take one of the desserts and picked one out for himself, taking a bite as seductively as he could manage. Lucy laughed which only made it harder for you to keep a straight face. “Jealous?” he asked through his mouthful. “Little bit,” "Well,” he said once he’d managed to swallow the cake, “I can fix that.” Joe darted forward to peck you on the lips, laughing as he pulled back an inch, almost nose to nose with you. “Not sure that helped much,” you initiated a second kiss, longer but soft and sweet. “Careful honey, or we’ll make poor Lucy jealous,” You turned your head and caught sight of Lucy, cheeks tinged with pink though that might have been the warmth of the room. “I’m not jealous.” “Oh yeah? How about now?” Joe bit into the cupcake again, right as Lucy began filming, covering her mouth so her giggles wouldn’t be heard too loudly. “Instagram is going to love that,” “They definitely will. Not as much as you’re going to enjoy…” he leaned in towards her ear and said something too quiet for you to hear. Whatever it was had an instant effect, Lucy’s lips opened in a soft gasp, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink and her eyes darted towards you. You just smiled back and took another sip of drink. It took Lucy a few moments to recompose herself but it was made easier when Joe was pulled into a conversation with a few people he’d previously worked with, momentarily forgetting about teasing Lucy. Not that it mattered since you were there to take his place. “I didn’t say it before Luce, but I adore your dress. It’s gorgeous!” “Thank you! I’m so happy with it. Makes me feel like a princess,” “It totally suits you,” you giggled along with her, before leaning a bit closer and dropping your voice, “And kind of makes me wonder what you’ve got on underneath.” Lucy froze with her drink halfway to her lips. “Can’t really blame me though. It’s such light material, almost looks see-through in some places. Tease.” You looked off at the crowd as if you weren’t talking about Lucy’s undergarments, “Do they match the aesthetic, princess? They all pretty and pastel? I hope so.” “Lilac.” She almost whispered, not quite able to meet your eye. “Bra and panties?” “Flesh coloured bra. Lilac panties.” “That does sound pretty. And I bet we’ll be able to turn those pretty lilac panties a bit see through themselves with how wet you get.” Lucy bit her lip, eyes darting around to make sure no one was listening in. “But, really, you should have got rid of them the moment you called us to come here. You certainly won’t be wearing them for long once we leave. If we decide you deserve to come home with us. Pretty fucking obvious it’s what you wanted when you called.” Lucy whimpered right as Joe reappeared. “Y/N, what have you been doing to poor Lucy? She’s got that pleading subby look about her.” “I haven’t done anything to her. All we did was talk, hardly my fault if the silly little slut gets wet from it.” “Can we go, please?” Lucy asked, looking up at Joe. “Not yet, princess,” you said, “we were all comfy in our PJs when you called. So we’re going to stay for a bit longer, make the effort of getting up and driving over here worth it.” Joe leaned down to your ear, “Are you sure? She looks pretty needy already.” “I think we can get her looking downright desperate before we go.” You were both grinning when you turned back to Lucy, a slightly panicked look about her, though she was obviously aroused too. You could have sworn you heard her heart pounding as you shuffled your chair closer to hers, crossing one leg over the other and turning your body in towards hers. You definitely felt her shiver when you ran your fingers through the ends of her hair. Joe dropped into the seat on the other side of Lucy, taking her glass from her and placing it on the table in front of you before dropping his hand rest on her knee, blocking her in. His hand rose higher up her thigh, pulling the dress up with it and pulling another whimper from Lucy. “Awww, poor princess,” you cooed, “You wanna be touched, don’t you?” “Yes,” “Wanted that since the minute we arrived, haven't you?” “Yeah,” “You know if you just asked, we’d be happy to oblige,” “I asked to get out of here and you said no,” “Hear that Joe, she wants to get out of here and we’re being so mean,” you dropped your tone to the mocking one that never failed to make Lucy blush. “Awww, princess, you don’t get to make those decisions. And believe me, if we took you home with us now it wouldn’t be half as fun. For you anyway.” “You’re nowhere near ready for us to use yet. We’d have to tie you up and make you watch us until you were a drippy mess.” “We’d strip you first of course, wouldn’t want to ruin such a pretty dress,” Joe pinched the hem of her dress between his thumb and forefingers, dragging it a little higher up her legs. “And then we’d tie you to a chair so you’d have no choice but to watch me fuck Y/N until you were begging to be fucked the same way.” “If we were feeling generous we might use your mouth for a while. You’re very good with your mouth.” “And if you were very well behaved and begged enough we might find the energy to use your cunt. But chances are we’d be all worn out, spent, and you’d spend the night wet and desperate.” “In our bed of course, so we could make sure you weren’t playing without us. We’d make you wait all night for it,” you tugged on her hair, noting that Lucy’s legs were spread open just a little more than before, inviting you to touch her. “But if that’s what you want,” Joe made to stand up but Lucy stopped him. “Please, no. Stay.” “Then what do you want?” “I want one of you to touch me please,” “Touch you where? Gotta be specific, Luce.” Lucy’s eyes were wide as she looked at you, pleading for you not to make her say it, but she knew it was no use. She’d been caught between you and Joe enough times to know how much you enjoyed hearing her ask for what she wanted, how much you enjoyed making her blush and squirm, even if she pushed back. Sometimes especially when she pushed back. For a moment you thought she was going to cross her arms and pout and refuse to obey. But then. “Touch my pussy, please.” It was barely audible over the noise of the room. You glanced up at Joe who winked back as you dropped your hand and slowly began to trail your fingers up the inside of her thigh. Joe did the same on his side, slowly, softly. Lucy whined and let her legs fall open a little further. With a chuckle you pressed your fingers to the wet spot already forming. “Remind us what your safeword is,” “Apple,” “Apple, good girl. Now, don’t be too loud. Wouldn’t want anyone to realise what’s going on here,” you warned as you dragged your fingers up and down over her panties, irregularly pausing to circle her clit. Joe’s grip tightened on her leg to hold her in place as he kept talking to her, reminding her of what happened the last time she’d submitted to being your plaything, telling her how filthy she was for wanting you both to use her again. Lucy was struggling not to whine out loud, giving in when you pulled your fingers away. “Shhhh, princess. You knew you weren’t going to cum like this so there’s no point being a needy brat about it.” You wriggled your fingers under the leg of her panties, dragging them through her slick as much as the angle would allow. Her delight at finally being touched the way she wanted soon turned into a groan as you pulled your hand away, snapping the leg of her panties against her in the process. “Uh uh, don’t complain. Would have let your greedy cunt clench on my fingers a few times if you’d been good enough to remove those. But you didn’t, so you don’t get to.” You stood up, Lucy’s hand grabbing at your own. “Where are you going?” “Not far,” you shook her hand off and took the few steps that brough you to Joe’s chair, dropping onto his lap. He grinned as you brought your lips to his, the kiss harder and messier than the other you’d shared since you arrived. When you pulled back, shifting your attention to his ear and jaw, Joe grabbed your hand and brought your fingers to his mouth, sucking the residual wetness from them. “Fuck Luce, you taste incredible,” Lucy let out the most pathetic whine imaginable. “You reckon she’s desperate enough to fuck yet?” You laughed, nipping lightly at Joe’s jaw, “no but I think she’s desperate enough to take home.” Lucy was barely three steps into your living room when Joe unzipped her dress revealing her bra and, as she’d promised, lilac panties, a very noticeable wet patch darkening the front. He threw the dress over one arm and grabbed her ass with the other, “Y/N was very generous to touch you. Think it’s time you repaid the favour.” Lucy nodded and mumbled a yes as she moved behind you, unzipping your own dress. “Here, I’ll take that one too, darling. I’ll hang them up,” he draped the second dress over his arm and left you with a quick kiss, “you can get started on the slut.” Lucy whimpered but was quick to move when you clicked your fingers, kneeling at your feet. You ran your hand over her hair, smoothing it out, “Why am I still wearing panties?” Lucy gasped as you tugged on her hair, pulling her head back to look at you, “You know you have to earn the right to be fucked, and you know how much I love your pretty whore mouth. So what are you waiting for?” “I’m sorry,” she said, hands already grasping at the material and tugging it down your legs. You slackened your grip on her hair, letting her drop her head forward again, though you didn’t let go completely. Your underwear was halfway to your ankles when her tongue met your core. Slightly hesitant at first, she flicked her tongue over you, drawing back to look up at you with wide eyes. “Good girl, keep going,” As soon as she had your approval Lucy leaned back in, more sure of herself with every hitch in your breathing and every tug on her hair. Her fingers spread you open as she explored every inch of your pussy, nose nudging your clit as she sucked on your lips, the flat of her tongue dragging along your slit, small moans and hums getting lost against your skin. Joe was greeted by the sight when he re-entered the room, his cock already half hard from teasing Lucy. He’d shucked off his pants and shirt when he hung your dresses out of harms way, so there was only the thin barrier of his boxers when he palmed himself, watching from the doorway. “Good girl, Luce,” you gasped as her tongue pressed into you, her hands tight on your legs for stability and leverage. Joe took that as a cue to join in, his fingers brushing over your side as a warning he was there seconds before his lips found your throat. You hummed at his touch and let your head fall back. “You look like you’re having fun,” his voice was rough, right against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, “she behaving herself?” “Better than normal,” “Guess that’s what happens when she gets so desperate,” Joe laughed and busied himself with your neck again, sucking at a spot he knew would drive you crazy. Slowly he trailed his fingers up your sides again, pulling away to unclasp your bra. He threw it to the side and replaced the material with his hands, squeezing your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers as he began creating more marks on your throat. Your legs were fast turning to jelly, stimulation coming from both sides. Lucy was focused solely on pulling you to the edge, pushing first one and then a second finger into you as she lapped at you. “Can tell you’re getting close,” Joe mumbled, “aren’t you?” “Yeah,” the word slipped into a moan as Lucy shifted on her knees, latching onto your clit right as her fingers twitched against your wall. “Go on, cum all over Lucy’s face. She wants it, Y/N. Wants you to reward her for being so obedient, being such a useful whore.” “Fuck, yes, s-so close,” your leg shook as your orgasm approached, grasping behind you for Joe. And then it stopped. You whined as the edge slipped further away, blinking as you looked down and found Lucy smirking up at you. Your head was cloudy but Joe realised what had happened, quickly stepping around you to grasp at Lucy’s hair himself. She hissed at the strength of his hold. “You fucking brat,” “I was just repaying her like you said to. She didn’t let me cum before.” Joe didn’t know what to say to that. He walked towards the couch, Lucy having no choice but to follow on hands and knees. Realisation of what had happened crept up on you as you watched Lucy struggle to keep up, and you followed, taking a seat before your legs gave out completely. “You still wanna cum, darling?” “More than ever,” “Hear that, brat? No more fucking games.” His hand remained firm on the back of her head as he pushed her towards your soaked folds. Lucy let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a whine, but it was muffled as her mouth once again found you, Joe holding her in place. You moaned and let your legs fall open wider, the orgasm you’d been so close to before steadily building once more as you brought your own hand back to the top of Lucy’s head, laying it over Joe’s. Lucy moaned as her hair was caught between, the vibrations making your hips buck up towards her. “That’s right, Luce, keep going,” Joe growled, his free hand fumbling with the waistband of his underwear, trying to push them down. The sight of him pulling his cock free, calmly stroking it as he watched you writhe under Lucy’s ministrations, made your head spin and your cunt drip. “Use your fingers,” he commanded, tugging on Lucy’s hair again until she complied, “make her cum.” “Oh!” was all you could manage to say as Lucy slid three fingers into you, as deep as she could, fucking you with them as she focused her lips and tongue on your clit. Your nails clawed at the couch as you felt your stomach tighten, the release inevitable this time since Joe gave Lucy no other option but to finish you off. It hit you hard, a moaned curse torn from your throat as your back arched and your legs shook. But Lucy kept going, prolonging the pleasure. She slowly pulled her fingers from you, tongue still lapping up the mess you’d made, only stopping when Joe pulled her away.

Lucy was yanked back on her knees, panting slightly, Joe’s fist still tangled in her hair as he stepped in front of her, using his grip to position her where he wanted. “That was so fucking hot,” he said, tapping the head of his cock against her lips, “got me so hard. But that’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?” Lucy gasped out a quick yes in the second she had before he was filling her mouth, slowly easing himself in and out, letting her adjust. You watched from the couch, still a little dazed, as Joe worked himself further down her throat, cooing about how pretty she sounded when she gagged. It was only after she’d adjusted enough to properly deepthroat him that you joined them, kneeling on the floor beside Lucy. “Such a talented little slut, taking dick so well,” you said softly to her, dropping your fingers down to slide along her soaked undies. Lucy’s moan was muffled but you could tell it had happened by the way Joe’s hips bucked, pushing him deeper into her. “Gonna let Joey fuck your throat, aren’t you? Blink twice if you’re okay with that.” She blinked twice. “There you go, Joe, she wants it.” “She always wants it. Can’t fucking get enough of it.” He laughed as he pulled back and then snapped his hips forward again. He quickly found a steady rhythm, pulling wet gags from Lucy as he used her throat mercilessly. You took the chance to unhook her bra, pulling it off her easily since there were no straps to worry about. The panties were harder to get to while she was kneeling, so you settled on partially pulling them down and wriggling your hand in the rest of the way, sliding your fingers between her lips and around her clit. But never enough to make her cum. Lucy whined when you paused your movements to let her calm down a bit. “Sorry princess, am I being mean again?” She hummed urgently, Joe grunting above you as he felt it in his cock, only inspiring him to pick up his pace. “What was that? Couldn’t hear you?” “Thi-nk she want a-another edge,” “That can be arranged,” you began circling her clit again, careful not to let her get too close. Lucy blinked, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks as saliva dribbled over her chin. “He’s close, Luce, and you’re going to behave and let him fill your mouth with cum. But you are not going to swallow. Clear?” Lucy blinked twice again. “Good.” Joe pulled himself from her throat as you reached up to his balls, rolling them in your hand, pulling a gasped expletive from him followed by a moan. He was still holding onto Lucy’s hair, keeping her in place as he coated her tongue. You tugged your hand from between her legs and instead grasped her throat, warning her not to swallow. “Fuck,” Joe breathed out as he fell from her lips, panting slightly. His eyes fell to Lucy, makeup smudged, face covered in spit and tears, tongue sticking out to display her obedience, “you look like a fucking mess. Spit everything I gave you into Y/N’s mouth.” Lucy made a noise of protest and didn’t move. “Don’t argue. We know you get off on being our cumdump. We know you’d swallow load after load after load and still want more. But you decided you’d try to be clever tonight. And bratty little whores don’t get rewarded. So do what you’re told.” You grabbed Lucy by the chin, turning her head towards you, and stuck out your own tongue. She hesitated for a moment before she shifted on her knees, leaning over you and letting a string of saliva and cum drip onto you. You swallowed before pulling her into a sloppy kiss, double checking you’d got every drop from her.

When you were done you pushed Lucy from you and grabbed onto the hand Joe was offering to help you up. “Fuck that was sexy,” he whispered to you, “and it’s got Lucy so riled up.” “She is fun to tease,” you giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek before he reached out to help Lucy up too, smiling at her. “Do you want me to call you a cab Luce?” He asked, “Or you can crash here if you’d like. The spare room’s already made up.” “What?” Lucy’s tone was panicked. “What? Were you expecting something else?” “I- But- I-” “Words, Lucy,” you said kindly, wrapping your arm around Joe and leaning into his chest, “You gotta use ‘em for us to understand,” She looked from you to Joe and back again, clearly confused by the turn the evening had taken, “but…I didn’t...I thought you’d…” You raised your eyebrows but didn’t say anything. Finally Lucy sighed, “You didn’t fuck me.” “Aww, princess,” Joe laughed, “We said you weren’t going to be rewarded.” “Please, I promise I’ll be good.” “She sounds desperate Joey,” “I am. I want it so bad. I’ll do anything if you please please fuck me.” “That’s good, because you’d have to do something to atone for your lapse of judgement earlier. A punishment.” “Yes, of course, anything, please.” “What do you think darling?” “I don’t know,” “Please, Y/N,” You hid your smile as best you could, thoroughly enjoying seeing Lucy looking so pathetically needy, “I suppose we could work out something. A spanking maybe? Say five?” “You think that’s enough of a punishment?” Lucy’s head flicked between the two of you like she was watching a tennis match as you discussed her fate. “Hmmm, ten then?” “How about ten from each of us? And she’s not allowed to cum until we say she can.” “What happens if she does?” Joe thought about it for a moment but before he could answer Lucy chimed in with her own suggestion. “You tie me up and make me watch while you fuck Y/N.” “Someone liked being threatened with that earlier. But it works for me,” Joe agreed and then nodded towards the couch, voice low and rough when he spoke to Lucy, “Arms on the back of the couch and bend over.” Lucy quickly complied but you and Joe took your time joining her. “You’re fucking devious and I’ve never loved you more,” he caught you up in a kiss, pulling you tight against him. “Except when I’m using that deviousness against you, right?” A soft blush coloured his cheeks, “Yes, ma’am.” “Don’t worry, I’ve still got plenty of ideas just for you,” you laughed as he dropped his head to your shoulder with a groan, cock twitching against your thigh, “C’mon, our pathetic princess awaits.” Joe let you take his hand and pull him over to the couch where Lucy was shivering with anticipation, hands braced on the back of the couch and ass stuck out. “Who should get the first turn, princess?” Lucy opened her mouth and then closed it again, thinking it over, “Umm, Y/N?” “Yeah? You don’t sound so sure.” Lucy bit her lip, “Joe?” “Do you want us to choose?” “Yes please.” “Then Joe can go first,” you gave his bum a playful tap to send him on his way and then kneeled on the couch, lightly rubbing the back of Lucy’s hands, “we’ll be nice and get the harder hits out of the way first.” Lucy jolted with a cry as Joe brought his hand down without warning. “And then I’ll have my turn when you’re all sore and warm and drippy.” A second spank made Lucy groan, head falling forward so she was leaning her forehead against the back of the couch. You let her stay like that for a few more smacks, shifting your hands to grip her wrists more tightly, locking her in place. Each hit made her squirm, trying to dance out of the way of the next but there was nowhere to go. All she could do was wait for the next and whine when it finally happened. After the sixth spank you told her to look at you. She didn’t need to be told twice. “Why are you being spanked?” “For being a brat and trying to edge you,” she managed to pant out around the whine another spank caused. “That’s right. And you’re not going to try that again, are you?” “No,” “Good girl,” you brushed her hair behind her ear, all the better to see her face, tear stained and pleading, “Taking it so well, princess. Only a few more to go.” Joe paused to rub his hands over her burning skin, letting her take a few shaky breaths. The last three spanks came quickfire, one after another, the sound of each one louder than the last. Lucy let out a broken sob when it was over. “Good girl, doing so well Luce,” you said softly, letting go of her wrists to rub her arms. Joe agreed as he once again rubbed lightly at the spots his palm had just left. He bent forward to leave a light kiss on her back, “you okay to keep going?” Lucy took a deep breath, letting it go slowly, “yeah, I’m good.” “You sure? We can skip forward if you want,” “No, no, I can take it. I want it.” With that confirmation you allowed her one small kiss to the top of her head, a gesture that made her hum in appreciation, before you stood and joined Joe behind her. “So pretty and pink,” you said, rubbing one of her cheeks. Joe chuckled beside you, “Not sure I hit her hard enough if she still wants more. Think she forgot it’s meant to be a punishment.” “Guess I’ll just have to remind her then,” Joe took the spot on the couch, hands tight around Lucy’s wrists to hold her still. You let her stew for a minute, just rubbing your hand over her ass, letting your fingers dip down towards her pussy but never quite making it. When you heard her whine you let her have the first slap, sharp and fast. She squealed and danced on the spot. You went back to the slow, soothing, rub, giving her a chance to calm down. Once again you trailed your fingers lower, this time letting them slide along her folds. “God she’s wet.” “I noticed,” Joe said with a grin, “Pathetic.” Lucy whimpered as you kept rubbing her, though the noise turned into a squeal when you brought your hand down on her again, as hard as you could manage. Your fingers stayed between her legs, as you lay a series of rapid-fire spanks against her ass, the pink blush deepening with each one. Your hand tingled when you were done but it was worth it just to hear the way her breath came in broken gasps. “Learnt your lesson?” Joe asked, only letting go of her wrists once she'd said yes, “No more trying to be clever? No more brattyness?” “No, I’ll be good,” she pushed herself to stand up straight again. “I don’t know,” you looked over at Joe, winking at him when Lucy’s back was turned, “I think she might just be saying that so we’ll let her cum.” “I swear I’m not,” Lucy whipped around to look at you, eyes pleading. You laughed, “Let’s test that, shall we?”

Grabbing her hand, you pulled her towards your bedroom, Joe following. She hissed as you pushed her onto the bed, reacting to the sheets against her sensitive bum, but the sound was quickly swallowed by you as you straddled her and pressed your lips to hers. “God that’s hot,” you heard Joe say, making you laugh into the kiss. Lucy was hungry for more, hands coming up to grab your waist as she willingly opened her mouth to you. You teased her by intentionally slowing down, though it took most of your willpower. You rolled over so you were both on your sides, continuing to kiss her as your hands roamed over her body. She whined at the loss of energy but stopped trying to speed up when you pinched her nipple. It was always fun to get Lucy this worked up. She would have done anything you asked of her at the promise of some small stimulation. You were on the verge of telling her to hump your leg like a bitch in heat, just to see how fast she’d agree, when Joe joined in, his fingers finding their way to your pussy. You let out a moan at the contact, so worked up from playing with Lucy. And judging by the similar sound she made, he’d got a hand on both of you. He matched your slow pace as he let a finger slip into you, pumping in and out methodically, adding a second and then a third. “Please,” Lucy whined when you broke away to mouth at her neck. “Please what?” “I need more.” “More what, princess?” “More...I don’t know, more something, please.” “That’s not very specific,” Joe said with a laugh, his fingers withdrawing from you and Lucy, “but I think we can come up with something.” You grabbed Lucy’s chin and looked her right in the eye, “Don’t fucking cum.” She swallowed hard and nodded. “Alright, Joey, she’s all yours,” you pushed yourself from the bed as Joe grabbed Lucy roughly by the hips and pulled her onto her knees, her ass in the air. “About time.” There was a brief pause as joe stroked himself and then he thrust into her in one hard movement, her moan muffled by the sheets. You looked over you shoulder, taking a second to appreciate how good Joe looked, how well the dominant roll suited him, before making your way towards your cupboard where your special box lived. Unhurriedly you looked through it, finding first the harness and then an appropriately sized dildo, something comparable to Joe though a little wilder in colour. Lucy was moaning a mixture of unintelligible sounds and pleaded names, both yours and Joe’s, into the bed as Joe took his sweet time, teasing her with each slow, deliberate thrust. His white knuckle grip on her hips was the only indication of his self-control, everything else about his movements appearing easy. Once you were set up, you walked back to the bed, standing in front of Lucy and lacing your fingers through her hair. With one tug you had her raising her face towards you, pulling her up onto her hands. She didn’t even need to be asked before she was opening her mouth, letting you lay the head of your fake cock against her tongue. You tried to time each of your thrusts to match with Joe’s, one of you sliding further into her as the other pulled back. Always slow. A few times Lucy tried to speed things up, tried to take you deeper in her throat or to thrust back against Joe, but you never let it happen. His grip on her hips held her where he wanted her and it was simple enough to pull back further than she was expecting. The third time she tried to deepthroat you, you laughed. “Cock hungry bitch,” Joe chuckled too, “I think that means she’s ready for you,” Lucy nodded rapidly as you pulled back completely. Joe gave one last lazy thrust and then moved away too, letting you take his place. “Want you on your back,” you said, tapping Lucy’s thigh to get her to roll over. She complied quickly, letting you settle between her thighs, your cock resting against her soaked cunt. You leaned forward to kiss her as you slid into her, able to feel her gasp when you bottomed out. “You can cum whenever you want but I’m not stopping until I have too.” Lucy’s head tiled back as you began pounding into her and you took the opportunity to wrap your hand around her throat. Her moans only got higher and louder as she rapidly approached the edge. Joe trailed kisses over the back of your shoulders and neck, up to your jaw, as he pressed in close. Your tempo faltered as you let him enter you, Lucy whining softly, but before long you’d found your rhythm again. Lucy came when you let go of her throat, unable to hold off any longer. “A-always been vo-vocal, princess,” you panted as her cries filled the room, yours and Joe’s grunts and moans almost getting lost with how loud she was. But it didn’t take long before she was whimpering as her sensitivity rose. You didn’t slow down though, chasing your own release, just as you said you would. “She can go again,” Joe said against your ear and you brought your fingers to her clit, pushing her, whimpering, into a second orgasm. Joe came at the sight, biting down on your shoulder as he filled you. He didn’t stop though. Your own hips stilled as you felt yourself getting closer, the dildo rubbing against your clit and Joe continuing to fuck you just how you needed, even as he hissed with overstimulation. Lucy pulled you down into another heated kiss, biting your lip as she pinched and pulled at your nipples. You moaned against her lips as you finally hit your peak, trembling with the force of it.

With a groan, Joe carefully pulled out of you and collapsed on the bed. You took a few moments to calm your breathing before you climbed off Lucy, using what little energy remained to free yourself from the harness. It fell to the floor and you left it there as you climbed back onto the bed. “You okay, Luce?” you asked softly, stroking her hair. “Mmhmm, great,” “Joe?” “I’m here, I’m good,” You all just lay there for some time, breathing heavily, Lucy between you and Joe so she was in easy cuddling reach for both of you. “See, I told you, Luce” Joe said, finally breaking the silence. “Told me what?” “I told you we weren’t a boring couple.”

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[queenmylovely]

This took me the fuck out

Hi, I love your writing! Could I get numbers 1, 18, 22, 37, 55, 64 & 65 from the smut prompt list with Joe? Sorry if this is a lot, I'm just in the mood for dom!joe❤

1.“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” & 18. “You’re in trouble now.” & 22. “Mine.” & 37. “You’re n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?” & 55. “Tell me again.” & 64. “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on the bed?” & 65. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but i bet behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”

We love and stan a dom!Joe in this house, so please - enjoy! Smutty smut under the cut!

I’m going to consider this part of my 4K celebration. Woo!

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A smirk played on Joe’s features as he watched you from across the room, sitting at the bar next to Ben. You could feel his eyes on you, as you had all night, much like most other nights. Glancing over your shoulder, you turned away from Lucy for a moment, casting him a quick wink, licking your lips turning back around. You could play his game, you had no problem riling him up; there was almost nothing sexier than when Joe was angry. He’d never admit it, but it was usually written all over his face.

“Mate, are you ever just going to admit that you fancy her?” Ben nudged Joe’s arm as he snapped back to reality, and out of the his daydream of you bent over the counter while he fucked you from behind. He took a sip from his beer, and just rolled his eyes, “everybody knows. Hell, she probably knows, she’s just waiting for you to make a move.”

“Doubtful,” he almost snorted into his drink. He only wished you felt the same way, but like many man, he was as blind as could be. You could have hit him over the head with a frying pan and told him you were in love with me and he still wouldn’t have noticed, “I mean look at her. She’s fucking gorgeous, wonderful, everything. And I’m-”

“You’re so thick,” Ben shook his head in disbelief, “she feels the same. The only person who doesn’t know is you. You know, she may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I behind closed doors she’s latex and whips.”

“Hey,” Joe gave him a look of warning, and Ben held up his hands in a sign of surrender. Truthfully, he was just trying to Joe jealous so he’d finally make a move on you. It had been his (mostly) unsuccessful plan..up until tonight. Something was in the air tonight, and he felt an electric feeling buzzing through his bones.

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[orwocolor]

happy birthday, baby

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, spanking, unprotected sex, a dash of breeding kink (18+ ONLY)

Summary: It’s your birthday, and even though Joe can’t be there for you during the day due to his filming schedule, he has the night to make it up to you.

Author’s Note: This fic was requested ages ago by the darling @queenspur. I am so terribly sorry it took forever! But here we are, two months later. I also need to be frank and admit that the idea behind gifts mentioned later on in the fic is 100% copied from one of britishfilth’s audios. The rest (well, most of it - I listened to that audio quite a few months ago and I may have accidentally been more inspired by it than I remember 😂) is a creation of my imagination and dirty mind.

the gif is mine

You were staring at yourself in a mirror, mesmerised by the way your new lingerie hugged your body and accentuated your curves. The small thing that could barely pass as an item of clothing left very little to the imagination. It was a black set consisting of a lace bra with an intricate pattern and decorative strings leading from the bridge of the bra to the straps and crossing the top section of your breasts, a matching garter belt which fitted the line of your hips perfectly, and sheer black thigh-high stockings with ribbons of the same colour interlaced into the fabric near the hem and tied into small bows on the back of your legs. There was also a dark plum satin robe, currently resting on your bed as you couldn’t tear your gaze away from your reflection in the bedroom mirror.

When the mailman had brought your delivery, you expected a new set of kitchenware that you’d been eyeing for some time and which you’d mentioned to Joe a while back when he asked you what you wished for your birthday. But the white box had a suspiciously large satin bow on its cover, and it was way too light to contain colourful kitchen utensils and pans. You dialled Joe’s number, but the call went straight to voicemail. He must have been filming at that moment. You hung up and sat down on the floor, cross-legged and ready to inspect the box. After a few seconds of turning it in all conceivable ways, a note slipped away from underneath the bow and fell on a soft carpet. You reached for it and slowly picked up the paper card.

Happy birthday, my love! Open the box and follow the instructions inside. J.

Once you finished reading the note, you eagerly grasped the ends of the bow and tugged. The satin skimming down the box, you lifted the lid and spread open the extra thin featherlight paper, impatient to see what was inside.

Breathlessly gasping, you stared in bewilderment at the beauty right in front of you. The lingerie was laid out in the box so that the bra, garter belt and stockings were at the display, placed over the purple robe. Your fingers grazed over the lace of the bra cup and you slightly shuddered at the thought of wearing it tonight.

It hadn’t escaped your notice that a pair of knickers was missing, and you had to chuckle out loud. You hadn’t expected anything else from Joe, and truth be told, the image in your head of you wearing the lingerie got even racier.

You pulled out the delicate pieces of fabric and spread them out on your bed, thus finding another sheet of paper at the bottom of the box.

Joe’s instructions were clear as day. You were to enjoy your special day to the brim. He wouldn’t have time to go out for dinner with you as he’d initially planned, since his filming schedule did not allow him to, but he promised he would make it up to you in a few days. He’d booked a table in your favourite restaurant and called your best friends to go out with you in his stead.

The corners of your lips gradually rose as you skimmed through his words, pausing every now and then to decipher his handwriting. When you reached the last paragraph, you were forced to do a double-take.

After you return, get ready for me, birthday girl. When I get home, I want to find you in our bedroom wearing the lingerie I gave you and waiting for me, on the bed, on all fours. Eyes front, no peeking back. There are more gifts to come, baby, but you must show me you deserve them. Be a good girl and don’t let me down.

There was nothing else added, no signature or anything, and the last four words resonated in your head for the rest of the day.

The moment Joe had found out you loved being bossed around in bed every now and then, he didn’t everything he could to be the perfect dom for you. Although truth be told, sometimes, the façade slipped and the Joe you knew and loved shone through, but that was what made all those moments special and unique.

To say you enjoyed your birthday was an understatement. You had a free day, which meant there was no shift for you to cover, only the amazing amount of time dedicated to your little self. You went out shopping, browsed through the new IKEA that had opened recently, watched your favourite film, called your family, and met up with your friends for dinner.

Once you returned home, you still had some time before Joe would arrive and so you ran yourself a bubble bath, lit up several scented candles, and played some relaxation music, decidedly pampering yourself as much as you could. Yes, it all smelled of a cliché, but it was your birthday after all, and a cliché here and there had never hurt anyone.

Humming, you exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your torso. You halted at the foot of the bed, your eyes tracing the lace laid on the sheets as silence fell over you. Biting your bottom lip, you untucked the corner of your fluffy towel and tossed it aside.

You put on the lingerie with great care; you wanted to look perfect. It reminded you of your first school days when you’d still had the energy to make the effort and the desire to make jaws drop with a little smirk and a single wink of your eye.

After you put on some mascara, you applied a dark red shade lipstick on your lips, spreading the substance with your fingers and resisting the urge to bite at them in the anticipation of what was to come. Not being able to hold down your excitement, you felt a pleased smile tugging at the corners of your lips as they revealed a set of teeth, and you pressed your palms to your cheeks, feeling the heat spreading there.

The moment you added the finishing touches, you rushed to the full-length mirror to admire Joe’s gift and your handiwork. Your reflection left you slightly breathless and you couldn’t tear away your gaze.

With not a single clue of how long you had been standing there, admiring yourself, you heard a key rattle in the front door, your head shot up, and your heart stopped beating for a split of a second.

Blinking away your frozen-like state, you jumped to the bed, hastily put on a pair of patent stilettos which you’d dug out from the deep bottom of your closet, slipped on the plum robe, the satin kissing your heated skin soothingly, and tied the smooth belt firmly around your waist. Initially, you had thought that the robe would ruin the whole look, but the moment you bent down, you realised that in the position like that, it reached the middle of your bottom cheeks, leaving your pussy bare and in plain sight.

You crawled onto the bed and placed yourself in the centre, your legs slightly spread as your knees rested against the soft sheets and your fingers dug into the throw pillows. You positioned your body in such a way that your arse would serve as the most delicious welcoming sight for Joe’s eyes to fall onto the moment he would enter.

The rustle of air that pierced the quietness of the room as you took a deep breath to calm your restless heart and buzzing nerves was the last sound you registered before the bedroom door swung open and Joe entered the bedroom.

And then, you did not dare to breathe.

Seconds dragged, each one of them agonizingly slow, and you stared at the headboard right in front of you, waiting for Joe’s next move. You’d heard the door open, but it seemed like he froze in the doorway, taking you in.

“You’re sure it’s not my birthday today?” Joe chuckled, but the sound of his voice had a dark edge to it, tinged with desire matching your own.

Footsteps could be heard, muffled by the carpet as he inched closer, and a light thud sounded in your bedroom as he dropped his jacket to the floor.

The mattress underneath you dipped with his weight and you registered the rustle of fabrics as he crawled towards you.

Without touching you, he grasped the purple satin between his fingers. As he slowly lifted the hem of your robe, he exposed your arse to his eyes and a small groan rumbled in the back of his throat. He pushed the satin up and let it rest on your lower back as he admired the view.

Joe was kneeling behind you; you could feel the heat radiating from him as he made no move to touch you yet. It seemed like some kind of twisted torture to you, sweet, delicious torture that caused you to crave more. To be touched, kissed, caressed, groped, and just properly fucked.

You almost jumped out of your skin when a feather-light touch of his fingertips made contact with the back of your thighs. Gasping, you relished in the feeling of Joe’s fingers dancing up and down your heated skin as they left trails of goose-bumps in their wake. Every time his hands inched closer to your bum, you shuddered involuntarily, the sensation going straight to your core, settling there and causing you to tremble as you sank your teeth into your lip, holding in the noises that were gradually forcing their way out of your mouth.

Leaning over you, Joe pressed his front against your back, and you threw your head back, rubbing your temple against his newly grown out stubble. The aroma of his shampoo and skin enveloped you and you breathed in the familiar scent.

“Happy birthday, baby.” Joe’s words brushed over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, which involuntarily caused your hips to buck as your arse firmly pushed against Joe’s groin, the coarse material of his jeans shifting your focus to the bare state of your core. The sensation made your mind race. This time, with clear intention, you moved your butt up and down, pushing yourself against the outline of his cock covered by the denim. Your walls clenched in a vice-like grip around thin air when your skin made contact with the cold metal buckle of his belt, and your arms started to shake. You weren’t sure how long you could stay in that position.

“Oh my, look at the mess you’re making,” Joe rasped and cleared his throat when he drew himself up again. He must have been just as hot and bothered as you were, the teasing having made you both ache with want for something more. “You’re already dripping wet, my love. Ah, your juices are all over my crotch.”

You twisted your neck and turned your head to look for yourself. The view that greeted you sent another jolt of pleasure into your core and your breath hitched. Joe was wearing a simple black t-shirt, the short sleeves revealing his strong biceps, and a pair of blue jeans, the leather jacket that he had disposed of earlier lying in a heap on the floor. His fingers were splayed on your buttocks, fitting perfectly as if they were carved by gods for one purpose only – to grope your arse and never let go. His hair was ruffled, his eyes sparkling and mouth slightly agape as he stared in bewilderment at the result of your grinding.

That was when you noticed the wet patch on his trousers, your arousal glistening in a nightstand lamps’ light, and you moaned, almost inaudibly.

Smack.

Your jaw dropped and you jolted forward, taken aback by the sharp sting on your butt cheek which sent a burning sensation across your skin.

“Did I give you permission to turn around?” Joe grunted and gave you another spank with the flat of his palm, hitting you harder this time.

“No,” you whined into a pillow and braced yourself for another blow.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Another smack hit your other cheek. “Do you know what that means, baby girl? A birthday or not, I’m gonna have to punish you.”

You nodded, wordlessly accepting whatever was to come.

“I think ten spanks will do but I want you to count for me. Think you can do that?” His voice turned sugar sweet for a moment and his hands were stroking your buttocks. Until another sharp blow landed on your skin.

“One,” you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Come again?” Joe demanded and the following slap was so hard it sent you forward, your arms giving up as you burrowed your face into the pillows.

“Two!” you sobbed once you freed your mouth, and you almost came in an instant when Joe chuckled darkly behind you.

With each slap on your tender skin and each syllable falling from your lips, you felt yourself growing wetter. A blow after blow, you reached number ten and collapsed on the bed. You realised Joe was showing some amount of restraint, since usually after a session like that you would be feeling the sting all over your arse for a few days. However, it still hurt slightly, but the pain was bearable.

“Good girl, you’re my good girl. Shhh, baby, shhh, I’ve got you.”

He soothed his hands all over your body, dragging them against the smooth material of the robe you were still wearing, the lace of the garter belt, the nylon of your stockings, and your exposed burning hot skin.

“Come here.” He pulled you up by your waist and you leaned against him, his chest firm against your back. You tilted your head and chased his lips, moaning into the kiss once he finally granted his permission and opened his mouth to welcome your exploring tongue.

He kissed you like that for a few moments, catching your bottom lip between his teeth every now and then and tugging at it playfully. Soon, you were breathless again, so you broke the kiss and took great gulps of air into your lungs. Joe’s lips moved to your cheek and eventually latched onto your earlobe, sucking relentlessly.

His hands weren’t idle either. They groped your breasts, squeezing and pushing them together, and it didn’t take much for you to feel your nipples getting hard under Joe’s ministrations. After a minute, he untied the satin belt, pulled it out of the loops, and opened the robe, growling desperately into your ear. Pushing it down your arms, he slipped the piece of fabric away from you and tossed it aside, the satin pooling on the floor.

“Oh god, you should see yourself,” he growled into your ear and gently bit on your earlobe, “so sexy in your pretty gift,” his fingers sent shivers down your spine and you rocked your hips against his crotch, “and needy,” he chuckled.

You moaned loudly as his fingers dug into your sides and you arched your back.

“I know I promised you more gifts, but I need to taste your first,” he whispered hotly and rubbed his hands against your arms, reaching your wrists which he promptly pressed to each other in front of you. He retracted the satin belt of your robe and tied them together.

“Lie on your back,” he instructed, and you did so, right after he gave your arse another playful spank. God, it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of your backside tonight.

It wasn’t an easy task with your tied hands to change the position, but you managed. Hissing quietly, you scowled when your butt landed on the soft blankets, but you refused to concentrate on that.

“Good girl,” Joe praised and grabbed your wrists, pushing them above your head and attaching the belt to the headboard. You gave it a few experimental tugs to see how rigorous he was. Admittedly, quite a lot; it would be hard to free yourself on your own. Not that it would ever come to it and you would need it, but the thought of you being completely putty in his hands excited you to no end.

His fingertips ran down the exposed skin of your arms, making you shiver and whimper lightly. Drawing intricate patterns on your soft skin, Joe made sure you felt every brush of his fingers, locking his eyes with yours.

Not dropping your gaze, you poke out your tongue to wet your lips, the movement not escaping Joe’s scrutiny as you prolonged the action more than necessary, leaving your mouth invitingly open afterwards.

Your breath hitched when he leaned in closer, pausing mere millimetres away from your mouth.

You started to lift your hand to run your fingers through his auburn hair, pushing him forward and closing the distance, but the restraints did not allow you to. You giggled at your fail attempt and Joe joined, his eyes sparkling with mirth. Even without your aid, he bent down and caught your bottom lip between his lips, sucking on it before his tongue forced his way into your mouth. Deepening the kiss, Joe moaned, the sound muffled by your mouth which responded in a similar fashion.

Eventually, he broke the kiss and straightened his back, his palms pressing against your thighs, opening your legs for him. He was still fully clothed and your need to tear down his shirt, jeans and boxers reached indescribable heights. But your hands were tied, literally, and all you could do was wait for him to undress.

He, however, did no such thing. Pushing your stocking-clad legs deeper into the mattress, pinning them down, he bent over and latched his lips onto your opening, the wetness that had developed there over the past moments letting him push his tongue inside you with ease. Your eyes rolled back when he lapped at your juices, swirling them and tasting them, the sound of him swallowing the evidence of your desire bringing you faster to the edge than you would like to admit.

His fingers replaced his tongue as he pressed two digits into your heat, relentlessly bending them in the come-hither motion, while he positioned his tongue to your clit, flicking the nub at rapid speed. His eyes locked on yours, he gauged your reaction, every intake of breath and every tremble.

You were sure to go mad any moment, the sensation sending you reeling. You whimpered and moaned and screamed and sobbed, occasionally chanting Joe’s name in a desperate prayer for him not to stop.

Your body was mindlessly tossing on the bed as if your limbs could not settle upon one position, a fuzzy feeling settling in your stomach, making your toes curl in your shoes and your arms flex as they pulled at the satin belt.

You felt yourself fast approaching orgasm. Biting your lips, you arched your back as Joe kept sucking on your clit, hard, as if his life depended on it. You found yourself at the edge, all you needed was a little push.

“Ouch!” Joe suddenly yelped and tore away from your core, pain in his eyes.

“What is it, what happened?” you asked breathlessly, panic settling in your stomach as you shook, the unsatisfied anticipation vibrating through your veins.

Joe took hold of your legs which had apparently wrapped around his shoulders at some point, his fingers gently but firmly separating your intertwined ankles.

“I love you, birthday girl, but we’re gonna take these off, okay?” One by one, he took off your stilettos. As he stretched down to place them on the floor, you noticed a long red line marking his back. Oh, fuck! You must have hurt him with your heel! There was no blood, thank God, but you still felt like the worst girlfriend ever.

“Joe, baby, I’m so sorry,” you kept repeating, truly regretting it.

“Nah, babe, it’s nothing. But I haven’t even given you your present, yet! Would like to do so without getting any injury,” he chuckled and placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, freeing your wrists from the restraints as you scrunched up your nose, his beard tickling you.

“Does it mean I’m going to get my gift now?” You grinned at him, glee in your eyes.

“Gifts, love. Plural.” He kissed you soundly on the lips, pressing softly his forefinger against them afterwards. “Wait,” he whispered and with a wink left the heat of your body as he bent over the edge of the bed and sunk down, rummaging in his bag.

“Are the knickers in one of them?” you asked matter-of-factly, rubbing your tender wrists.

“I beg your pardon?” Joe said, lifting his head to give you a confused look over his shoulder.

“The knickers that go with this set,” you explained as your hand vaguely pointed to the lingerie that you were still wearing. “These things usually include knickers.”

Joe chuckled at your deduction. “Yeah, you’re right, there was a pair knickers there as well,” he admitted, and you gave him a triumphant smile. “But how could it be your birthday gift if I intend to take it back?” He pulled himself up on the bed and turned to you, his hands hiding something behind his back. “No, baby girl, I’ll let you wear them one day, teasing you the whole day, making you incredibly wet, and then I’m going to take them back once they’re properly soaked.” He smirked mischievously and an audible gulp you made gave away your apparent interest and excitement over that scenario.

He closed the distance and gave you a hungry kiss, your fingers finding their way to his hair, burrowing in his locks and enjoying the newly granted freedom.

He sat up on his heels, and you followed him, not a having a single ounce of desire to let him go.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he whispered against your lips, nuzzling his nose into yours with affection.

Darting your eyes downwards, you found two boxes in his palms. They were neatly wrapped up in quality paper and cute little bows were stuck at the corners.

“What’s in them, then, if not the knickers?” you inquired, suspiciously staring at the two boxes.

“Open them and you’ll see.”

Carefully, you reached for one of them, the package heavy in your hand and you proceeded to tear down the wrapping paper, the bow flying somewhere behind you. Joe was watching your every move intently, but the moment you lifted the lid, he brought his eyes to your face, paying attention to your reaction.

All you did was stare and frown, no sounds coming out of your slightly agape mouth.

After a few beats of silence, you turned your focus to Joe.

“Scissors?”

He chuckled at the deep line that had appeared between your eyes as your eyebrows contorted in incomprehension, and he placed a soft kiss there. “Maybe you should open the other one, it will make sense.” He was so anxious about the presents, he was literally bouncing on his heels, the energy that seemed to never leave his body rushing through his veins at extra speed.

“Look, Joe, if that’s your way of telling me you wanna attend origami classes, there are other ways,” you giggled, stripping the other box of its paper, still unsure what this was about, and gave him a playful nudge. It wouldn’t be the first time of him announcing you some new hobby of his in a rather unconventional way.

“God, woman, you can’t help yourself, can you? You’re gonna ruin the whole surprise. And besides, in what universe do you use scissors for origami?! It literally translates as ‘folding paper’,” he scolded.

How dare he, correcting you on your birthday. The audacity! You blew him a raspberry. “Somebody’s already an expert, I see.”

Shifting his weight, he moved behind you on the bed, pulling the shirt over his head and discarding it on the way, and hugged you from behind, watching over your shoulder as you opened the other box. Your breath hitched slightly before you finally got to it, his exposed skin against your back sending warm sensation right to your pussy. Blinking, you shifted your focus to the gift.

There were condoms. Lots of them. Unused, thank God, but all taken out of their packages.

“Okay, care to explain the gifts to me? ‘Cause I don’t get it.”

“Well,” he started, and you craned your neck to find a light blush gracing cheek, “the thing is, you know, it’s a symbol. I want you to cut them. Shred them into a million pieces.”

“And I’m supposed to do that because…” you asked as Joe placed the scissors into your palm.

His lips drew closer to your ear, his hot breath making you shiver and your eyes close.

“Because tonight,” he whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you raw.”

You swallowed audibly.

“I’m gonna shoot my load into you,” Joe continued, renewed confidence seeping through his voice as you kept your eyes shut. “I’m gonna paint the lovely walls of your cunt with my cum. And who knows,” he chuckled darkly, “maybe I’m gonna put a baby inside you.”

You whimpered at the notion, feeling your legs closing as they rubbed against each other, relieving some of the tension. When you pressed your back against Joe’s form sitting behind you, he dropped his hands down to your hips and squeezed them in between your thighs, spreading you open for him. His fingers slowly walked up your inner thigh until they reached your aching pussy, rubbing your folds and spreading the wetness there.

“You want that, don’t you?” Joe’s voice enveloped your whole being and all you could focus on was his words whispered hotly into your ear and his fingers playing with your clit. “Ah, my love, you’ve wanted this for a very long time. I know, I know,” he cooed with understanding when a soft moan passed your lips. “Show me how much.”

He wrapped his palm around the back of your hand and guided you to take hold of the scissors. With no need to be told twice, you dug the condoms out of the box and proceeded to cut them.

The bedroom was filled with the sound of the scissors and your occasional bursts of laughter. It was so absurd, yet the sensation extremely freeing, as you felt the latex give in under the sharp blades of the scissors while Joe’s fingernails dragged along your thighs, leaving a trail of goose-bumps in their wake, and his mouth was sucking dark hickeys along the column of your neck when he wasn’t hiding his pleased smiles at your glee into your skin.

After a few moments, the box was full to the brim with tiny pieces of latex and you unceremoniously dropped the scissors down on the floor, slinking down against Joe’s torso, your chest heaving and the strings of your bra digging into your breasts with every deep intake of breath. He wrapped his arms around and caressed your cheek.

“So, how do you want me, birthday girl? Are we going to go with the classic and do it the old missionary-style? Or do you want to be on top? Or maybe you’d like me pounding into your little pussy from behind?” he waggled his eyebrows at you and you weren’t sure whether to laugh or moan with desire at the notions.

Eventually, your lips curled into an amused smile and you turned around in Joe’s arms, realising how much you loved this ridiculous man when you saw his beaming face, and yet his eyes were dark with lust matching to yours.

“I want to ride you,” you whispered against Joe’s lips before you opened your mouth and captured them, moaning softly and urgently into the kisses.

Pressing against his shoulders, you pushed him on his back and straddled him, your hands quickly finding their way into his hair as you kissed him soundly. It was then when you realised that he was still wearing his trousers, but you set your mind to making short work of them.

Joe helped you as much as he could, even though it proved to be a tougher proposition than you’d expected as his skinny jeans clung to his toned legs.

With a few fits of giggles and an accidental kick in your thigh, for which Joe apologised profusely, you finally managed to get Joe rid off his trousers. You eagerly reached for his briefs and pulled them down too, his erection springing free and leaking precum.

You could not resist but taste the liquid that streamed down his cock, dragging your tongue up his shaft and swirling it around the slit. You placed a gentle kiss there and grabbed him by the base, feeling him throb and harden as another stream of precum poured out of his slit, right into your ready mouth.

The desperate moans and whimpers that were coming out of his mouth seemed like a symphony to your ears, and so you opened your mouth wide and pushed his cock inside, swallowing and feeling the head hitting the back of your throat.

He gasped and shoved his fingers into your hair, before he changed his mind and begged you to stop.

“Wait, wait, wait. If you really want me to fill you with my cum and make you pregnant, you really, really need to stop.” The last syllable was a mere sob as you hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard on his cock, your grip on his shaft firm and adamant.

He had to sit up and swat your hands away when you released his cock with a wet pop. Grabbing you by your hair, he pushed you up and crushed his lips against yours, swallowing your complaints. Shuffling up his body and playfully biting his lip before you pushed him back, you grabbed his cock again, giving it a few pumps, and placed it at your entrance.

Taking a deep breath, you sank down on him, a delicious inch by a delicious inch, until you bottomed out, your toes curling and eyes rolling back. You clasped your muscles around him and the whimper that rewarded you put a victorious smile on your face.

“God, you feel so good,” you moaned as a shudder ran down your spine at the sensation of being filled by Joe’s cock, feeling every ridge of his shaft in your welcoming heat as he stretched your walls.

At first, you rocked gently against him, getting used to the feeling of his bare cock buried deep inside you, gasping as you rolled your hips and tried different angles.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and groaned. You looked like a goddess of darkness in that lingerie, getting what you wanted. You watched with excitement as his cock disappeared in your aching cunt, again and again.

Joe reached for your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours, his thumb caressing the skin on the back of your palm. You promptly pushed yourself up and slammed back against him, this time with more force, which caused you to moan in unison.

You both had been so riled up that it didn’t take long for you to quicken the pace and get closer to mind-shattering orgasms. You bounced on his throbbing cock, up and down, up and down, using the hand in your grasp as leverage. Eventually, you felt the familiar tingle in the tips of your toes and fingers, the warm sensation unfolding and capturing every fibre in your body. The knot in your lower stomach tightening, you were almost at the edge and based on the grunts and veins that had popped up on Joe’s strained neck, it was safe to say that he wasn’t far behind with his release.

“I’m gonna empty my balls, baby, right into your pretty little fertile pussy, hm?” he grunted.

You nodded, your throat tightened with vigour and anticipation. Joe knew you like the back of his hand and could tell all you needed was a little push to reach your orgasm

And so he dropped one of his hands to the place where your bodies were joint and his fingers found your clit with ease, rubbing at it at speed to match your thrusts, while he brought the other hand u your body and wrapped it around your neck, squeezing.

It was all it took for you to fall over the edge, shaking against Joe’s body as a wave after wave of pleasure spread into your body like wildfire, licking on your insides. You tossed your head back and screamed, the muscles in your cunt spasming uncontrollably around Joe’s relentlessly pounding cock as he grasped you by the garter belt and kept pushing his hips upwards, chasing his own release.

“God, darling! You’re gripping me so tight. I think I’m gonna, I’m gonna—”

He did not get the chance to finish the sentence as his cock twitched deep inside you and soon enough you felt hot sticky ropes of cum covering your walls. Your legs were no longer able to hold you upright and you collapsed on his lying form, your body still trembling with the aftershocks while Joe’s cock kept spurring his seed deep inside you.

You lay there like that for a few minutes, neither of you willing or having the energy to move.

It was Joe who first came to his senses, pushing slick hair out of your face and rubbing your back as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, your eyes closing and eyelashes fluttering in joy over the affectionate gesture.

Gently, he rolled you over and pulled out his cock, a flush of your mixed juices immediately trickling down your thighs and making a mess on the bedspread. Joe perched up his head on his arm and watched you with utter love and adoration. He rested his other hand on your stomach, his fingers dancing across the soft skin.

“I can’t wait for us to be parents,” Joe admitted in the quiet of the room and you found yourself agreeing with him.

“Do you think we already…” you prompted.

“Who knows,” he said with a smile and pressed a kiss to your stomach. His fingers bumped into a piece of synthetic fabric and his smile grew wider as he placed the bow that had fallen of his presents earlier underneath your belly button. “Maybe in no time, you’ll be giving me one of the greatest gifts in the whole wide world.”

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