#this is pure smxt

[zevrra]

—what i desire

synopsis: You need an upgrade but being short on cash, you go to your fav ripperdoc in hopes he’ll give you what you need; instead you get something you’ve always wanted.

tags: 18(+) only, mdni, suggestive content, no plot/only p&rn, mentions of f-m oral sex, teasing, slight dirty talk, swearing, mention of a facial, slight mentions of overstim, bottom(ish)!vik, the reader is v

“C’mon Vik,” You say, a pleading tone to your voice. “I’m in the big leagues now. Gotta have the good stuff.”

The older man stares at you. Listening to your pleas with deafening ears. You had finally gotten the chance for a big break in your mercenary work. This job would be the one to put your name up there with some of NC’s legends. Go big or go home was your motto after all. And you would need the proper cyberware to make that happen. Money was just a little too tight right now to be buying said cyberware.

“Plus you’re the best ripperdoc in all of Night City!” You sing in a light hearted tune. Hoping to sway the older man into giving you some new upgrades.

Viktor scoffs at the bribery of words, arms crossed over his broad chest as he looks slightly down at you. “Tell me something I don’t know, kid.” He replies. A smirk is plastered across his face. You can’t see his eyes fully behind the sunglasses he wears, probably wears them even in his sleep, but the smile is enough to tell you; you just might be getting your way.

Or so you think.

“I can’t keep passing out favors hun. You still owe me eddies from the last set I gave you.” Vik sighs, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck. He too still had to make a living and you knew that.

The distant sound of whatever fight Vik’s put on plays somewhere in the background. For the few years you’ve known Vik now, and how you’ve grown to know his love for the ring, he’s tried to sign you up every day since. He obviously missed fighting. So much so he hoped you would one day decide to try your hand at it. But the sound of the fight is the only thing that draws between you two for the moment; as you watch Vik struggle internally.

On one hand, he needed to make money. Money wasn’t everything to him but to Night City it certainly was. You’d bleed gold before blood in this forsaken city. But on the other hand he was weak to you and you knew that too. Knew his gaze softened when you approached him. Or the several times he’d ring your holo just to see how you were doing. Maybe it was just an old man thing to do but you had your doubts. You could always feel the longing in his words when speaking to you. Could feel his yearning from across the room sometimes.

No matter what, at the end of the day, Vik liked you; and would try his best to give you what you wanted. And although you have come to like, and enjoy his company just as much, telling him was far harder than just teasing the older man.

“Please Viky. This’ll be the last time I ask, I promise.” You plead as your hands squish together, begging Vik to give you the newest implants he had. You always paid your dues when you could and Vik knew that.

Yet Viktor sighs, unsure if he should cave for you like he had done so many times before. And that was the dilemma he was struggling with now. He liked you. He really did. But some things were just too complicated. “V…” He begins but you cut him off before he can vocally tell you no and set everything to stone.

“Vik you know I’m good for my word,” You mumble, hands reaching out to grab the thickness of one of Vik’s biceps. Fingers running along the years of toned muscle he oh so casually flexes. “But if you’re having doubts…let me pay in another way.”

The suggestion takes Vik by total surprise. At first he’s confused at what you’re offering. His eyes scan your face behind his glasses as he tries to figure out what you mean. Your hand is very distracting on his arm. Tracing over every little smooth line etched into his skin. You had always wanted Vik. From the moment you two had first met. He was far too caring for a street punk like you. Without him, your leap up the food chain would never have happened. It was all thanks to him. You push your fingers under the hem of his shirt sleeve, making sure your eyes meet his. You could come up with the money within a few weeks but now, all of this, was just an excuse to act on your desires.

That's when Vik pieces all of the puzzle together. The sudden realization makes his face blush bright red. He lifts his free hand to his lips, clearing his throat in an attempt to say something but he’s unable to speak at all.

You push your luck just that much more by running a hand up to his neck. Moving slowly against his body. Feeling the flush of his skin against the pads of your fingertips. Can feel the heat of his body temperature rise with just a single touch of your hand. And for just a brief moment before you’re running a hand down his well toned chest. Even at his age he was in far better shape than most men in Night City; and that meant plenty of women most likely wanted him.

But you were the only one he wanted.

Your hand continues to travel the front of Vik’s body. Running across the buttons of his blue shirt, one by one. Teasing the older man as he stood and let you do it. Your eyes watch his every move; looking for any sign that he may get upset about you teasing him too much. Watch as his head tilts to the side, palm still pressed to his lips, eyes hidden behind his sunglasses he seemingly never takes off, and the darkening blush across his cheeks. You wonder if the red sprawling across his cheeks would reach his ears or better yet, his chest. You’d give anything to find out— and you sure as hell planned to find out.

Vik continues to shyly look away from you. So many wild thoughts must be running through his head. How he wanted all of this; how he should tell you to stop. How many times had he stayed up till the dead of night with you on his mind. In more than one way. At this point you’re just waiting for him to yell at you. To tell you off for fooling around, give you the implants, and write this off as a funny joke between friends. Except it wasn’t a joke and you didn’t want to stop. And by his silence, he didn’t want you to stop either.

“Mmm nothing to say?” You tease the older man with a smirk. Gripping the bottom of his tucked in shirt and giving it a tug to pull it loose from his jeans. He slightly jerks at the motion, tensing under your advancements as his shirt falls around his hips. With his shirt out of the way, you begin to drop down onto your knees. Your fingers move to wrap around the buckle of his belt, keeping your gaze fixed on his flushed face as you unbuckle the belt, and then slip the leather fabric out of the loops of his waistband. “Cute.”

“V.” Viktor practically growls, suddenly finding his voice. The realization of how quickly he was losing his composure was evident now. He knew he was mere seconds away from folding completely for you; just as he knew he should stop this. But knowing and doing are two different things because he certainly does nothing as your fingers clasp around the button on his pants.

“Relax, relax.” You laugh with a scrunch of your nose. Then you’re finally unbuttoning the front of his pants. You pop the metal button out of its secured place before you’re ever so slowly pulling down the zipper.

You unfold your prize like an eager winner. His black jeans come undone easily; and as you gently tug his jeans down, you smile at the reveal of the white of his boxers and the semi-hardening of his cock beneath. You knew you had wanted Vik before but now it was so clear to you as you sit on your knees before him.

You bite your bottom lip as your gaze slips over his body. Eyes flicking all the way up his chest until you’re surely meeting his eyes behind those pesky glasses. And your gaze stays there as your hands rub over the front of his boxers. Putting just a little pressure on the stiffness of his cock in an attempt to make him fully erect. “Look at me.” You softly demand with a small laugh, forcing him to watch your every move as you begin to stroke him through the fabric. Hand moving from the base, outlining every inch of his rather large shaft, to the wet tip, then back down to the base once again. And like a charm, your movement and eye contact does the trick fairly quickly. As now the great Viktor Vektor is solid as a rock beneath your touch.

His hand still covers his mouth but it does nothing to stifle the deep groan he makes as his underwear slides down. Finally letting his cock bounce free into the open air. You can’t help but breathe hot against his wet skin. Your eyes finally break from his to look at the massive member before you. The tip is an angry red and begging to be touched. The muscles of his abdomen flex and quiver at the building up of his want and desire. You were so close you could almost taste it. And you would. Even his body knew that.

Nothing stops you as your hand finally wraps around his twitching cock. The instant relief of being touched has Vik groaning behind his hand. His hips stutter forward, pushing himself further into your grasp to get any kind of friction. To push himself closer to the edge of satisfaction.

“Fuck, V.” Vik barely whispers. He stumbles just slightly back to put all of his weight fully on the desk behind him. His free hand reaches down to grab at his shirt. Tugging it up to get a better look at what you’re doing. Now you have his full unyielding attention.

Good.

You can’t help but lick your lips before diving into your meal. Mouth pressing right up against the head of his cock as you smear whatever precum you quickly could across your lips. The little bit of liquid helps you to push the tip of his cock into your mouth far easier than if you had tried to go without. Even from just his head you knew your jaw was in for a workout. He wasn’t long or relatively packing in the length department but his girth? Shit. Fitting all of him inside was going to be a little harder than you anticipated. Seeing as just the tip was already laying your tongue out flat inside of your mouth.

Him being thicker than you had realized would not stop you though. You wanted this man and you wanted him to feel good. Wanted Vik to feel so good that he would never allow anyone else the chance.

You press on with your eager notions. Using your hand wrapped around his base to keep him feeling good while you slowly got accustomed to his girth. Taking inch by inch until saliva quickly builds up in your mouth, threatening to spill over your lips with every bob of your head. Not a bad thing in this situation, as every drop would be used to work on sucking him off while sinking further down his shaft.

One hand grips at his thighs as you swallow more of him. The other hand is wrapped around the base of his cock to keep him still now. Spit finally dribbles down your chin as you’ve barely managed to hit the half way mark. Every breath you take is a chore now; forcing you to focus on not choking on him as he fills up every inch of your mouth.

You lean back just barely to move back to the tip. Sucking in any leftover spit and precum, tongue rolling over the underside of his head, before you’re pushing yourself further down. Using your newfound leverage to finally push the rest of his shaft between your lips. The hand on the base of his cock quickly moves away as your lips are steadily replacing where your hand once held him.

And with a few more seconds of dragging your mouth across the hardened flesh with every bob of your head, your nose firmly presses against his abdomen as you’ve finally taken all of Vik inside of your mouth.

Vik is a mess beneath you. He’s moan after moan with every single one of your movements. If not for the hand pressed tightly on his mouth you’re sure he’d be a loud, whiny, whimpering mess. Mhm, just how you want him to be. You can feel his thigh tensing under your fingers as he tries his hardest to still himself from thrusting his hips forward. Can feel him twitch in the back of your throat. And by the looks of his heaving chest, he was trying really hard not to unravel. But with your mouth wrapped around him, swallowing him up, sucking him off; it was making it harder and harder for him to remain composed.

With your nose pressed against his body, you manage to breathe in his scent far more easier than you could just hanging beside him. Now you could smell the cheap cologne; a mix of sandalwood and fire. Something strong yet tender just like he is. It made you groan.

Vik mimics your groan as you begin to move again after the brief break. Your mouth tightens around his base, quickly moving along the shaft, all the way back up to the tip, while your hand returns to follow suit. And just like that, you must be doing a good job at it too, as Vik loses his once restrained composure. His can’t help it when his hips begin to move with your flow. Thrusting forward when your mouth hits his tip, needing just that little bit more of friction to keep him feeling good. Chasing your lips in his high as if he’s almost afraid you’ll stop.

With every eager thrust of his hips, you knew he wouldn’t last long. His thrusts were gaining speed, pushing quicker into your lips; his chest heaving with every moan of your name, and you can feel his cock twitching with every brush against the back of your throat.

Good thing he was getting close too. At this point your jaw could barely take much more.

“Fuck, fuck! I’m,” Vik moans as his hand finally slips from his lips. It moves to grip the desk behind him for any sort of stability. From your crouched position you can clearly see the whites of his knuckles as he grips onto his desk. “Close!” Vik barks, ending in a whine as his hips continue to move, never once stopping as he seeks out the finish line of this little pleasant moment.

And it’s truly the sight of Viktor being so disheveled that keeps you going. His usual composure of this stoic, tough boxer, is crumbling apart every second you last that much longer. Now he’s just a man of pleasure; seeking the end of his high as he begs you for it.

His glasses slip off the bridge of his nose that finally gives you the chance to get a really ood look at his face. His eyes are lighter than you remembered and with the flush of his face, they stand out even more in the dim light of his office. And when he looks at you with those pretty, unfocused, blurry eyes full of lust— your heart pounds against your ribcage.

You crave for him like never before. Every night you wanted him to look at you like that. Down the bridge of his nose, hunched before his thighs, letting him fuck into your mouth as he gazes at you taking him so well. The thought makes you moan around the thick of his cock and that’s all he needs before his final straw snaps.

His hips stutter as he breaks down, cursing every curse word that’s ever been uttered before. The whine of your name falls short on his lips as he catches up to his high. Vik cums into the back of your throat. But you figured he was more of a visual man. You pull your mouth off of his twitching cock with a pop, with your hand you run up and down his shaft, pushing out the last few ropes of his cum onto your lips, hitting some of your cheek as well. Your hand keeps moving until Vik is visibly trembling from the quick on set of overstimulation.

Vik’s eyes stare at you but they don’t really see you at the moment. His mind is probably running a mile a minute while he also thinks of nothing at all. His chest falls and rises with every pant. The light of his eyes stares at the mess he’s made across your face.

Your thumb swipes across the mess that sits along your bottom lip. Flicking your tongue out to lick the sticky substance off of your thumb as a smile breaks out on your lips ; staring right back up at Vik as he’s slowly coming down from his high.

“Oh, Vik,” You hum all sweet and gentle to the dazed man. Like the devilish creature that you are, your fingers are once again wrapping around his re-hardening cock. “Wanna keep going?”

[taylormarieee]

Fuck that, I want you for Christmas-Day 9 Sean Anderson

Prompt: Sean is so needy for you this Christmas...

Pairing: Sean Anderson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 384

Warnings: PiV sex, Moaning, Begging, Orgasm Denial, Pure horny, Porn with plot

A/N: I know this one is short. but I didn't have many Ideas for this one and I was tired when I wrote this so sorry...

Sean was very horny. And what was worse is you were over. So you weren't helping.

His best friend. But you looked so sexy in those Red reindeer pajama shorts and shirt set.

He watched as your ass jiggled when you walked around. He felt his cock twitch everytime.

You always caught him making him turn red as a tomato but you didn't mind because you were in love with him.

So it wasn't much of a surprise when you were screaming his name at the top of your lungs when his parents left.

He was slamming his cock inside of you as you begged him to fuck you harder.

You moaned at the feeling of the bulge in your belly. Constantly moaning at his praise and his degrading at the same time.

He filled you up so well and you loved how he was stretching you out so much.

The pain mixed in with the pleasure and you lived for it.Felling pure bliss and ecstasy as he rammed his cock into you.

"W-What if we get on the naughty list?" You whine out innocently. He laughs darkly before kissing you neck whispering in your ear.

"Fuck that baby, I want you for Christmas and you only. This beautiful tight pussy is all I need. No presents. Baby you are the present." He moans out feeling his high approach.

"I'm gonna c-cum baby!" You cry out. "Please let me come Sean, please!" You cry out.

"Not yet baby. I wanna cum inside you first. Plus you've been a bad girl shaking your ass in those shorts." He responds in a deep grunt.

You shed a few tears ad Sean feels bad after a few minutes. He finally allows you to cum at the same time as him

His thrusts falter and stutter and he cums deep inside you. "Oh yesss! Fuck baby!" You cry out.

He moans deeply and kisses your breasts. You moan as he continues to slowly move.

You whimper feeling overstimulated but he doesn't pull out just yet. He stays inside of you feeling the warmth of your pussy engulf him in sleep.

You rest your head on the pillow as he pulls the covers over you guys and you drift to sleep with Sean and his cum still inside you.

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[trulymadlysydney]

SYDNEY SHE IS HERE!!! I’m so excited but will have to wait around 3 hours until I get home and read it 😵😵😵 Judging from the previews I know very well what to expect and it is pure smxt isn’t it??? 🤸🏻‍♀️⚡️

!!! I CANNOT FREAKING WAIT FOR YOU TO READ IT.  I HOPE YOU LOVE IT.

and yes tbh... it really really is just like... pure filth lmao

[zevrra]

—come here, darlin’. [2]

synopsis: After going home with Joel Miller, you’re finally getting the chance to know him; just like you’ve always wanted. But you never could have imagined how good of a decision that would be.

tags: 3k words, 21(+), fem!reader, very nsfw, very suggestive content, pure smut, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, deep throat, penetrating sex, drunk sex, praises, age gap, one night stand, video game joel, jackson!joel.

creator notes: part 1 here!

—READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION—

Joel lifts you up with ease. Casually his hands slide to your ass as he forces you up into his arms. You capture his lips as he hauls you up, fingers working on unbuttoning his shirt quicker, legs wrapping around his waist. Wouldn’t be the last time you did that tonight.

Not a young man anymore? Shit, he’s lifting you up and carrying you off towards his bedroom like it’s nothing. Alcohol or not, Joel was pure strength. And with his strong hands on your ass— holding you up was easy. Continues to kiss you even as he treads the stairs just until the two of you enter his bedroom. That’s when he finally sets you down, with your back meeting the softness of his bed.

Now in his room, you smell nothing but his scent. You smell the aroma of his strength, the underlying scent of the forest; every scent that makes your thighs clench and pussy throb.

Somewhere along the way, Joel had slipped out of his shirt, lost, and definitely forgotten, inside his house. Your hungry eyes shift over his bare chest. While he was riddled with scars, his body was a little softer, pudgier, from his down time in Jackson. Even so, the muscle lying underneath were evident from the years of fighting to survive. You can’t help but groan at the sight as he takes his position above you.

God, what a man as he towers over you. He returns to pressing quick, hot kisses to your mouth. You bite gently at his bottom lip as his hands smooth over your skin, lighting every inch of you that he touches on fire. A dull ache settles between your thighs as he reaches around to unhook your bra. Effortlessly, he unhooks the metal clips from each other and tosses your garment off to the side before replacing your bra with his own hands. Like he’s done this far too many times in his life. His fingers run over your nipples before his entire palm flat lays against your breast, squeezing the mound of flesh in his strong grip. The motion rips a moan right out of you. 

Joel smirks against your lips, flicking his tongue against yours as he deepens the kiss. His fingers pinch and pull at your nipples as his tongue dances inside your mouth, kissing you until you’re breathless and begging for air before pulling away in all his heat and passion to move onto his next point of interest. 

His beard scratches across your skin as he moves his lips down, catching one of your nipples in his mouth while his fingers work on getting you out of your own jeans. His quick hands push the fabric down and off your hips (with a little of your own help), lifting your hips and shimming you out of your jeans as they’re quickly discarded like the rest of your clothes.

He’s eager to taste you now. Laps at your breast like a starving man. You can’t help but moan, pushing your fingers through his thick brown hair as he works on your tender breast. His hands return to sculpting your body. Rough palms from years of hard work run across the back of your thighs. Smooth over your ass, pulling your hips into his own. The slight movement has you realizing in your drunken stupor what you’re truly dealing with. Thank god for that extra drink because you might have chickened out if you knew how big Joel was going to be. But that didn’t matter, you were here and now; with Joel tasting your skin and his fingers pushing beneath your underwear. 

You gasp at the new sensation of his hand sliding down your stomach. His touch as it grows closer to your aching center sets every nerve you have on fire. And then he’s pushing his fingers beneath your waistband. He leaves sucking on your breast to return to your neck. Teeth scraping along your throat just as his fingers plunge between your other lips. A single finger slips inside of you. But you don’t have time to really adjust before Joel is slipping a second one inside to stretch you out thoroughly. The rough motion has your toes curling, tightening your grip in his hair, as his name tumbles from your lips. 

He doesn’t stop. Continues to finger you while his lips and teeth begin to mark you as his. A deep groan echoes from Joel’s chest as his fingers thrust inside of you. ”You’re soaking wet.” He mutters, making a point to his words with a curl of his fingers. The simple gesture sends electricity running up your spine. You can’t help but nod eagerly in response to his statement.

Opening your legs a little wider for him. Allowing him to move a little more freely with his fingers. He wasn’t wrong, at all. Even in your drunk little mind you can hear the lewd sounds your pussy makes with the assault of his fingers. No mistaking it, he was doing a damn good job. You can feel him smirk against your skin at the whine he forces out of you. He still had it. 

You tug at his hair to bring his focus back onto you. Which he gladly obliges. Joel kisses you quick and hot; pecks placed swiftly against your eager lips.

“Talk to me sweetheart,” Joel mumbles against your lips. As if moaning into his mouth wasn’t enough of an answer. “Tell me what you want.” He adds. Another curl of his fingers sends your head flying back in a cry. 

Never would you have guessed that Joel Miller was one to get into dirty talk. 

“God.” You moan softly. Tilting your head back down to catch Joel’s gaze staring at you. Those hazel eyes once again hungrily devouring you. How he could make eye contact while fingering you so spot on was beyond you. Your fingers push back his brown hair. If he was going to stare at you with those hungry eyes then you wanted to make sure to get a good look at him too when you spoke about what you truly wanted. “Want you to take those damn—ah—jeans off,” You moan. Shifting ever so slightly to rub your shin right up against the hard cock straining inside his jeans. “Pull yourself out and fuck me.” 

“Atta girl.” Joel teases with a drunk laugh. He removes his hand from beneath your underwear; waistband snapping as he retrieves his hand. He leans back then. Returning to stand at the side of the bed as his fingers take hold of his belt. You lift to press a foot gently into his thigh, moving up along the front of his jeans. Curving along the fullness of his waiting cock.

Now it was your turn to watch with hungry, ravaging, starving eyes as Joel unbuckles his belt. Slips it from his belt loops and lets it drop to the ground with a thud. Next his jeans. The button comes undone after a few drunken attempts before he too slips them off. Leaving him in his black boxers. 

You press your toes into the front of his underwear and in return he rumbles a low groan. A smirk plastered on his face. “Mmm, sexy.” You mumble with a smirk to mirror his own. 

His hands reach up to grab your ankle. And with little force he drags you closer to himself. “Enough of that,” He chuckles. Fingers trailing along down from your ankle to your calf onto your inner thigh before he reaches his goal. “Let’s get ya outta these too.” He motions with a tug of your underwear. And without hesitation he’s stripping off the last piece of clothing you wear. Leaving you now totally nude in his bed.

“Better?” You ask, mimicking his teasing tone just moments earlier. Joel smirks at you as he tosses your underwear to the ground. You sit up then. Coming up to his abdomen. Just mere inches away from what you’re really after. 

“You have no idea.” He replies. One of his hands comes up to caress your jaw then. His thumb brushes across your bottom lip as he stares down at you. 

With his help, your head is tilted back ever so slightly, forcing you to look up at him. And you keep your eyes locked with his gaze as your own hands rise to the occasions. Grabbing a hold of his underwear and slowly pulling the fabric down until his cock is finally set free. You watch as he sucks in a quick breath through his teeth as the cold air hits his sensitive tip. Even in the dim light you can see how his head glistens. 

“Glad I’m not the only one…wet.” You tease. Joel doesn’t laugh this time though. Humor was no longer necessary when you had your hand wrapping around the base of his cock and lips merely inches away. Lust and need were the only things left now. 

“You just gonna use that pretty little mouth of yours to talk all night?” Joel asks as his thumb pulls at your bottom lip. 

His words light an entire fire inside of you. Burning your core so hot you swear you just might melt. You smile under his touch. 

Your hand moves along the fullness of his cock; stroking up till you reach his damp tip. He groans under your touch. Breathes heavier with every move of your hand as you continue to stroke him. You kiss at his thumb before you’re using your mouth to replace your hand. Your tongue lays out flat immediately as you swallow just the first mouthful of his cock. Your hand returns to his base as you force more of him between your lips.

Joel moans your name while his hand pushes up into your hair. He moves back your hair so his drunk gaze can watch you swallow every inch of him. 

Good to know you weren’t the only needy bitch in heat at that moment.

You never falter. Not even when his hand tugs at your hair to guide you further down. You just push yourself a little harder. Managing to gather spit up with your tongue to use as a lubricant of sorts to swallow more of him. Until your nose is damn near pressed right up against his lower abdomen. Giving you a chance to inhale his scent. His smell alone makes you moan.   

A satisfactory sigh escapes Joel when you finally manage to fit all of his cock in your mouth. Tears crinkle up at the edges of your eyes but you never look away from the man towering over you; even as his head borderline threatens to choke you.

He chuckles in drunk amusement, catching your attention. “Good girl.” He praises. Groaning at the sight before him. The sight of you taking him so well with your hazy eyes and soon to be swollen lips. If you could smile, you would have. 

He doesn’t stop at praising you though, not now, as his hips move forward with a shallow thrust. Testing the waters, giving you the chance to prepare, before he would assault your mouth with every inch of him. Forcing you to take inch by inch at the swift roll of his hips. He fucks into your mouth, forces you to breathe through your nose as spit drips down your chin. Your hands move to his thighs to support yourself as you moan at the sudden roughness of the older man.  

Yet you loved every bit of it. Especially the way he groaned as you took his cock confidently in your mouth and throat. 

By the end of the night, you’ll have said it a million times but thank God you took that extra drink.

You continue to let him fuck your mouth and tug on your hair every time you swallow him up to the base. Keeping your gaze locked with his own; watching as his flushed face twists in pleasure with each snap of his hips.

What a sight to behold. The well-known, well beloved, Joel Miller; disheveled, sweaty, groaning your name as he fucks your mouth. You blink away any tears that build up. You weren’t missing a single second of his red face. Sooner, rather than later, you’d burn that wonderful face of his into your memory. 

You’d like to think Joel was doing the same with how he kept his eyes locked on your face.

Joel doesn’t want to look away. And he doesn’t want to stop. But he’s closing in on his orgasm and definitely doesn’t want to ruin this night. 

Your lips are red and swollen and he’s pushing dangerously close to his finish line. With as much alcohol as the two of you had consumed, neither of you were sure if multiple rounds would happen that night. So when he’s done thoroughly fucking your throat, teetering at the finish line, he pulls his cock from between your lips. Needs a second to collect himself so he doesn’t accidentally cum all over your face. That could be saved for another day cause god wouldn’t you both give to have him completely wreck you. 

You gasp for air. Lips slick with a mix of your spit and his precum. You pride yourself in knowing that not only did you take him fucking your mouth like a champ but never once did you break eye contact. And Joel never looked away either. 

His thumb returns to your battered lips. Pressing gently into your now tender skin. You return the gesture by running your hands up from his thighs, to his hips, before moving to run your fingers tenderly across his forearms. “Lie back.” He instructs and you do as he says without hesitation again; but your fingers grab hold of his wrists to pull him down to you as well. 

He lets you guide him until he’s pressing his full body weight against you for a second time. His hands start at your thighs, moving to your ass, before he places them firmly on your back and embraces you.

Passionately he holds you as your legs wrap around his waist. And with your help, his cock head presses against your soaking pussy now. Both of you moan at the brief contact where you’re the most sensitive. The single brush has your toes curling up at the promise of what comes next. Your fingers grip at his strong shoulders; just as he guides himself to your core once again. This time he presses inside of you. Sinks his cock slowly into your throbbing pussy. And as you gasp at the intrusion, Joel kisses you in the heat of the moment. 

You can’t help but sob into his mouth. From him stretching you out, kissing you, moaning as your pussy takes him in full, and bottoming out inside of you. It was all so much. Too much. The pleasure, the passion, the burn of the stretch. 

“That’s it baby girl,” Joel mumbles sweetly against your lips. He shifts his hips in shallow thrust for now. Kissing you deeply while he drags his cock out and swiftly back in again. 

Yet again, Joel’s so much bigger than you had expected. It would take you awhile to adjust properly but you didn’t have awhile when the burn in your lower abdomen was scorching hot now. Your own orgasm builds up in quick succession; has you hanging on that thin line for dear life. 

This time it was your turn to break the kiss. Turning your head to the side to gasp for air. His name falls from lips with every rise and fall of your chest. Crying his name like a sinner calls for their god. 

“Mhm baby, I know. You’re doing so good.” Joel comforts. He rearranges his arms and hands embracing you; places his palms on either side of your shoulders as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

Your fingers dig into the thick of his shoulders. Gripping onto him as if you were drowning in his lust and desire; which you most certainly were. Now every thrust has his hips meeting your own. Every deep dig of his cock manages to leave your back arching with a mess of his name falling off your lips.

Seeing you in such a state must drive the older man wild because Joel pounds into you now. Hits the deepest spots within your soon to be overstimulated pussy. How he managed to accurately fuck you so well, you had no idea. Never had you slept with someone who knew your body better than you did yourself. It was thrilling. Made you want him every night instead of just this one time. 

“R-right there!” You gasp. Stars burst across your pretty eyes as Joel keeps his rhythm up. One rough, deep thrust after the other. Making sure to pace himself so he doesn’t cum early and ruin your orgasm but wanting to keep on set with your own. 

“Yeah? You gonna come?” Joel chuckles but his laughter ends off in a harsh grunt as you squeeze tightly around him.

You manage to somewhat chuckle with him even as he continues to roughly fuck into you. Acting all smug as if he wasn’t about to lose himself over that edge. And a small part of you wanted him too, right then and there while deep inside of you. Now that really was the alcohol talking; and would solidify what a bad idea all of this could have been.

Your thighs begin to tremble and slip from his waist but Joel is quick even in his drunk, sexed out mind. He catches your leg with one of his hands. Using the new leverage to angle your waist just ever so slightly upwards. The new position has you whimpering for him. You can’t even imagine what you must sound like in his ears. A pathetic, whiny mess as he draws you closer to the edge.

Joel can’t even hold back his own grunts now. He rapidly is coming undone, just as quick as you are. Makes you feel a little better about the noises you make.

“Yes! C-close.” You moan as tears kiss your eyelashes. That drunken, roaring fire was finally going to set your entire body ablaze and you couldn’t wait. “Joel, I’m…I!” You weep. 

“That’s alright baby girl,” Joel moans. Gripping the sheets beneath your body like his life depended on it. Nodding his head ever so slightly as he feels you tighten once more with your impending climax. “Come for me darlin’.” 

And you do as you are told.

He buries himself once more inside of you and that’s all you need. Your back arches clear off the bed as you cum. Your orgasm finally rips through you like a wildfire. His name spills from your lips again and again as you come undone. If anything, you knew your fingernails were going to leave a lovely little impression on his back tomorrow.

You can feel every inch of your body tremble. Feel the sting and pull of his cock with every spasm of your lower half. You toss your head back as overstimulation sets in when he doesn’t stop fucking you through your orgasm. 

His hips just keep rolling until he’s vocalizing his own orgasm through a series of growl-like moans. Fucks your soaking wet pussy until the last second when he’s finally pulling out. His hand lets go of your thigh to wrap around his own cock. Where he fucks his fist to finish out his own orgasm. His cum smears across your lower stomach, shooting out across your hip.

Your body falls limp back against his bed, arms lying lazily above your head. Your mind slips in and out of consciousness. No surprise since the mix of your satisfying orgasm and the alcohol running through your blood would eventually have you passing out. 

But how could you fall asleep when Joel is returning to hang over you. Lips pressing into your shoulder. Joel whispers something about getting cleaned up but you can’t really hear over the buzzing in your ears as you come down from you high. Can only feel him continue to kiss your sweaty, flushed skin. 

That night you had hoped to get the chance to get to know Joel just a little more. Now your only hope was that you’d remember all of this, tomorrow morning.