cw: MDNI, dom/sub dynamics, pet names, daddy!kink, dd/lg undertones, size kink, body worship, oral fixation, oral sex (m receiving).
Imagine…
Your hands and knees and bare pussy stick to the wrecked carpet of Joel’s apartment. It’s sticky with whiskey, blood and gods knows what else.
But you don’t care. You like it even, as you have Joel Miller’s giant legs bracketing you at his feet. You lick up the inside of his leg leaving a nice long trail of saliva.
His thick hair is rough against your flattened tounge and you can taste the salty musk on his skin after a hard days work making a drop. You make sure to give both knees a gentle kiss on your ascent. They always creak and groan after Joel puts them through their paces.
You’re in nothing but a piece of fabric that was once a nice pleated skirt, now it shows off your ass to him just right when he’s standing over you like this.
Joels’ naked save for a pair of ratty navy socks he refuses to take off at times like this, even though you would worship his feet all the same. You practically worship the ground he walks on anyway.
You lift up off your ass to reach your favourite features of Joel’s body (apart from his snail trail)—his thick manly thighs.
You’ve changed techniques and now suck and nip with big pouty lips at the flesh there. Joel pushes air out of nose with a hitched breath when you finally plant a big wet kiss on his heavy balls. You fondle them with your tongue and gulp them into your mouth which earns you a low rumbled groan. ‘Atta, just like that’. His hand flys up to tangle at the nape of your neck and you’re in pure bliss because nothing makes you happier than making Joel Miller happy.
Your tummy fizzies with excitement and greedy desire as you spoil yourself imagining all the cum he’s been saving for you, filling up your mouth and running down your throat. Your pretty eyes roll back as your muffled whimpers vibrate inside your mouth.
You pull your swollen lips away with a pop and a breathy sigh, mouth and chin glistening with saliva.
Joel plugs the hole that is never satisfied with his thumb. You eagerly accept and suckle as you look into his eyes like butter wouldn’t melt.
“Christ, ya’ look cute as hell on your knees for me, baby.” He drawls.
You giggle around Joel’s thumb in between sucks, replacing your satin soft lips with a toothy smile.
“Um, does daddy’s balls need emptying now?” You feign innocence, the vulgarity of your question a contradiction to the sickly sweet tone in which you asked it.
“Oh, definitely. They’re achin’ real bad, baby. Need a good drainin’ I think.” Joel chuckles and massages his balls with his free hand before pulling your mouth over to the head of his throbbing cock.
He just teases it against your tounge first, rubbing the leaking head around your lips like a lipstick before shoving your head down onto the thick shaft.
“Take it all, sweetheart,” Joel growls above you, his voice low and gravelly, frayed around the edges. His fingers grip the back of your head, pressing hard enough to keep you exactly where he wants you. You’ve gotten good at accommodating his impressive size, almost instantly the walls of your throat are expanding and your mouth is filling with saliva to ease the passage. Your scalp tingles where his nails scrape, but the sting is intoxicating.
Your lips stretch wide around him, the corners cracking from the sheer size. His cock is heavy on your tongue, the salty tang of his precum sliding down your throat as you swallow greedily. Every inch Joel pushes deeper makes your eyes sting with tears, blurring your vision, but you keep looking up at him, desperate for that rare flash of softness in his expression.
“Good job,” he mutters, the words like honey dripping off his tongue, thick and sweet into your ears. His thumb brushes against the corner of your wet mouth, smearing the drool that’s gathered there. “Look so pretty like this—my pretty little fucktoy.” The praise sends a tingle down your spine and straight to your throbbing cunt.
You know he likes it nice and sloppy so you make sure to gag and choke on it and make all the wet squelchy sounds as he skull fucks you into oblivion.
The room fills with the wet, obscene sounds of your worship, saliva dripping down your chest, pooling between your tits, little bubbles gurgle and pop around Joel’s cock. Your body trembles as you take everything he gives you, nails diging into his thighs, desperate to steady yourself, but Joel doesn’t let up—doesn’t stop until you’re choking on him, until the tears stream down your cheeks and your throat clenches around his girth.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, his voice hoarse, his rhythm faltering as he gets closer, his cock pulsing against your tongue. “Gonna fill you up, baby—gonna make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.”
You like when he treats your mouth like nothing more than his little fleshlight; a cum dump; an extraction device. Always so warm and welcoming, ready to take the large loads he releases into your mouth or on your pretty face.
And you preen up at him with bright joyful eyes every time.
summary: you colour simon’s tattoos during a briefing.
tags: secret relationship, soap being soap, ghost and soap’s bromance bc they need more content together, tattoos, me going feral over simon’s tattoo bc slfnndkdhsbrkci, rudy is reader’s bestie, alejandro is grumpy, he’s just not a morning person, gaz is just there
wow 2 posts in one day 😍
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simon’s sat down, eyes scanning over the room. price was waiting for everyone to get in the briefing room and settle, reading over his notes which gave simon a brief time to settle in. sitting in crowded rooms always made him anxious, even though he knew everyone in the room, it was still nerve-racking. you take a seat next to him, giving him a wide and friendly smile as soap takes the seat on his left. rudy, being close to you, sits on your other side and simon gives him a short nod. the two weren’t close, rudy always got uncomfortable around simon, but you two were best friends so simon tried coming off more friendly. the spanish man smiles awkwardly, looking at his lap as he fiddles with his pen. you snatch up the highlighters in the middle of the table, as per usual, and start doodling slightly on your notes.
soon enough, price starts the briefing, yet simon’s watching you. you’re drawing a little frog, colouring it in with the highlighter, then you glance up at johnny and add on a little mohawk. simon smiles at the sight of the soapfrog drawing. you carefully peel the sticky note from the pad, pushing it over to soap who accepts it and smiles a little, trying not to laugh. on the note below it, you start doodling a little stereotypical sheet covered ghost. simon rolls his eyes, looking back up at price, who sounds tired considering it’s 6 am. the feeling of a pen on his forearm makes simon jump a little, and he looks down. you’re colouring his tattoo with expert precision. the flames decorating his tanned skin are now highlighted orange, and simon moves his arm a little over to allow you more room. you smile at him, and his heart skips a beat. he sits completely still, as if he moved anymore than breathing would disrupt your work. you shuffle a little next to him, nudging your chair closer so you had more room to colour him in. eventually, you tap his wrist and he flips his hand over, pretending to roll his eyes as you start on the other side of his hand. the feeling of the cool tip of the highlighters was rather calming to him, albeit the smell was making him a little dizzy.
the briefing is taking forever due to some technical difficulties and everyone’s getting restless. price had stepped out to get someone more suited with tech, and you had moved on from highlighting simon’s tattoos to doodling upon the back of his hand. johnny notices, smiling a little. “can i have a go, l.t?” he asks teasingly, making alejandro and rudy glance up from their phones, gaz had his head down on the table and you all assumed he was asleep. “no.” simon deadpans, and you snort a little. “aw, but l.t-“ johnny is cut off by a glare, and he raises his hands in fake surrender. “draw on these, johnny.” you say, pushing your sticky notes over. johnny nods, drawing a poor image of you, rudy, simon and alejandro as stick figures. simon glances down at his hand, you’d drawn a tiny version of him, it was cutesy and he adored it. (he silently makes a note to take a picture of it later in private so it wasn’t lost forever). you had also drawn a cat wearing his mask as well as a little bar of soap next to the cat. “you have a notepad, y/n.” alejandro tells you, and you nod. “i know.” you reply, voice rather innocent considering alejandro was speaking to you as if you were a child drawing on the walls.
“ghost isn’t a notepad.” alejandro scolds, and you shrug. “he doesn’t mind, do you simon?” you smile at him, and he shakes his head. “look at his forearm.” you grin, holding his hand up so everyone in the room could see. “jesus christ…” rudy mutters, hiding a laugh behind his hand as he looks at alejandro’s unimpressed expression. the older man sighs, running a hand over his face. “look.” soap says, showing his tiny drawing of the crew. “aw that’s so cute.” you laugh, and johnny grins. “is that meant to be me?” alejandro asks, accepting the drawing from the sergeant. he shows rudy who laughs fully. “you’re built like a square, coronel.” rudy teases, pointing to the little angry face on the drawing. “i can see that, pendejo.” alejandro gently whacks rudy with the notepad, and he laughs more. you’re laughing as well, and simon presses his knee into your leg. you look at him and smile, hand slipping under the desk to rest upon his thigh. your fingers run soft circles over his pant leg, massaging the muscle. simon practically relaxes right there, leaning into you a little more. it wasn’t that obvious, so you nudge him back playfully. “how do you have so much energy in the morning.”
“me and rudy have been up all night, we’re both piped up on 12 energy drinks- each.” you reply, smiling brightly. “jesus christ… get some sleep tonight, yeah?” simon tells you, his hand squeezing yours. “i can’t when you’re not there.” you respond, frowning. simon feels his heart squeeze. “i’ll see what i can do.” he mutters, the room falling silent as price steps back in. “right, shall we carry on?” the captain asks, and everyone mutters in agreement. gaz raises his head groggily, letting out a soft “wha’..?” price rolls his eyes, continuing with the briefing. simon sits silently, hand encasing yours. occasionally, he glances down at the doodles on his skin. he was truly in love with you and all the weird little antics you had harboured over the years. no matter what, the two of you would always belong to each other, and you could always draw upon his arms.
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