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— Loud And Proud — (one shot) ── ✦ (jackson!joel x f!reader)

I actually had so much fun writing this, so I really hope you guys enjoy!! Let me know what you think and what I should write next! Mwah!

warnings/tags: 18+ (smut), p in v sex, v in mouth, fingering, talking you through it, aftercare

wc :: 2.0k

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The Jackson air was brittle as you walked home from the Tipsy Bison, nipping at your red nose and rosy cheeks. Joel's gloved hand was laced through yours, absentmindedly rubbing imperceptible circles on your knuckles with his thumb. "Fuck, it's freezing." You muttered, teeth chattering as you turned the corner onto your street. "I know, darlin'." Joel pulled you an inch closer, his grip on your hand becoming a fraction tighter.

As you entered your house, Joel removed his gloves and unzipped his jacket, hanging it on the hook next to the front door. Tossing his gloves onto the floor, he quickly turned to you to help you take off your coat. "Let's get you out of this, angel." His fingers found your zipper and tugged as you shrugged out the warmth, shivering slightly. "Why don't you go sit on the couch, darlin'? I'll get the fire goin' for us." His voice was low, his southern drawl clearer in the quiet of your house. "Yeah, okay." You nodded slightly, kicking off your boots and walking into the living room.

The living room was cold, the fire from this morning now just ash and soot. You grabbed the blanket that was slung over the back of the couch, wrapping it around yourself and sitting down on the couch. Joel stoked the fire, the first flame igniting. "There we go. Should warm up in a little bit." Joel smiled softly at you. "Is Ellie coming home tonight?" You questioned, having not seen her after you two had left the bar. "No. She's stayin' with Dina for the night." He sat down next to you, the couch sinking under his weight. "Oh yeah?" You replied, poorly hiding the smirk forming on your face. Joel turned his head, looking down at you. "Yeah. You got an idea of what we could do, darlin'?" His calloused hand rested on your thigh, a familiar warmth. "A few." Your smile fully reached your eyes, a soft giggle escaping you. "What's 'at?" His thumb stroked your thigh, trailing up higher. You shifted, climbing onto his lap, your knees digging into the couch on either side of his hips. "Hi." You whispered softly, your nose brushing his. The warmth of his breath ghosted your face, a stark difference compared to the not fully warm room around you. The fire crackled behind you, the warm light of the flames glowing against Joel's face. "Hi, beautiful." He whispered, his eyes fluttering closed. His hands found your waist, trailing up and down your sides. You leaned in slowly, closing the small distance between your faces. He groaned in approval as your lips found his, slowly sliding against each other. Your breath hitched as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip for entrance. Following his pace, your tongue slid against his, the sound of kissing and lips meeting loud in the quiet of the house, the only other sound your matching ragged breathing. His hands slid down your waist, finding your ass, kneading softly. You moaned softly into his mouth, grinding down against his half-hard erection. "Fuck, sweetheart." He broke the kiss, looking down at where you were rolling your hips against him. "So fuckin' pretty when you're bein' needy for me." He cooed, his eyes low. "Let me feel you, angel." His hands trailed up the hem of your long-sleeve, wrapping around and pushing down on the small of your back to pull you closer. Your breathing became heavier as he stroked your back, holding your arms up slightly for him to be able to take off your shirt. "Good girl." You groaned in approval, sliding your shirt over your head and tossing it to the side. His eyes grazed over you as he inhaled sharply through his teeth. "You have no idea what you do to me, darlin'." His hands cupped your boobs through your bra. "I have an idea." You rolled your hips against him again, a more drawn-out grind. He hissed through his teeth, his cock hard against your thigh. "Upstairs. Now." Without letting you reply, he stood up, arms wrapping around you as he held you against his chest. Your thighs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling the two of you closer.

As he brought you into your bedroom, he kicked the door closed out of habit. He crossed the distance to the bed, laying you down in front of him. He fumbled with the buttons on his flannel, pulling it off and tossing it aside. You reached for your bra, going to unclasp it, when he stopped you. "Don't. I want to do that, angel." You nodded, leaning back on your elbows. He walked over to you as he pulled his belt out of the loops on his jeans, letting it fall to the floor. His hands snaked around you, finding the clasp of your bra and unhooking it with practiced ease. Tossing your bra aside, his mouth found your nipple, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. Your back arched off the bed, an untranslatable sound escaping you. "Please, Joel. Please. I need you." You practically begged, fingers lacing through his hair. "I'm gonna take such good care of my baby. I got you, sweetheart." He whispered, looking up from your chest into your eyes. His hands trailed down your body, his lips placing open-mouth kisses on your stomach. You whimpered as his fingers found the button on your jeans, undoing the barrier between your soaked panties and his mouth. He pushed his fingers into your waistband, tugging them down and tossing them aside with his discarded shirt. His eyes landed on your damp panties, a proud groan coming from his chest. "So wet for me, angel." His fingers looped into your underwear, gently pulling them down and adding them to the pile of clothes somewhere across the room. You couldn't care less where he put them, as long as you could have his mouth on you. You spread your legs for him, his large palms pushing up on your thighs to spread you wider. He planted soft, torturous kisses on your inner thighs, dragging a whine from you. Before you could protest, he gently kissed your clit, causing you to gasp. "So reactive for me, baby. Fuck." He licked broad stripes up your soaked pussy, humming in approval at your wetness. "So goddamn wet for me." You moaned, nodding. "Only for you, daddy. Fuck- only for you." He smiled against your pussy, his nose pushing on your core. "Good girl. 'As right. Only for me." His mouth found your clit, circling and sucking as his thumbs rubbed encouraging circles against your inner thighs. "Yes! Joel!" One hand left your thigh, trailing lower and sliding a finger through your wetness. Your eyes shut tight as his finger found your entrance, stretching you out and curling against that spot he knows drives you crazy. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." You moaned breathily, fighting to not close your thighs around his head. Your reaction made him double down on his efforts, pushing another finger inside of you, the burn and stretch almost unbearable. His tongue didn't let up on your clit, his tongue flicking faster. "Daddy! That feels so fucking good!" Your back arched off the bed, fingers lacing through his hair and digging into his scalp. The pleasure was overwhelming, making you see stars. "I'm close! I'm gonna cum for you!" Your moans flooded the room, legs starting to tremble. "Let go for me, baby. Be a good girl and let go for daddy." He pulled off to encourage you before diving his mouth back against your clit. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" You came completely undone against his mouth, shaking and moaning as he gently licked you through it, his fingers slowing their devastating pace.

He pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean. The sight made the pull between your legs almost unbearable. "Joel... Please. I need your cock." You breathily begged as he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down and bringing his boxers with them. He climbed over you, his arms resting on either side of your face as his chest rested against yours. "Yeah? You need my cock fillin' you up, angel?" He questioned you, brushing a piece of sweat-slicked hair from your forehead. You nodded quickly, chest rising and falling quickly. "Yes. So badly. I'll be such a good girl. I promise." You pleaded, wrapping your legs around his waist. "I know you will, sweetheart. You're always such a good girl for me." He sat up slightly, looking down as he grabbed the base of his cock and slapped against your clit. The sensation made you gasp, fingers digging into the comforter below you. He grinned, guiding himself to your entrance. He pushed himself slowly into you, the stretch familiar and filling. As he bottomed out, a loud groan escaped his lips, matching your loud moan. "Fuck, baby. You're so tight for me. So perfect for me every goddamn time." He lifted your legs slightly, his hips starting to rock in a slow, even pace, his cock hitting your cervix perfectly. Your hands flew from the comforter onto his shoulders, digging into his upper back. "'As it, angel. Take my cock like the good girl you are. You feel like heaven." His pace quickened slightly, your fingers digging almost imperceptibly deeper into his back. "You're filling me up so perfectly, daddy. I love your cock so fucking much." You huffed out, almost incoherent between your breathy moans. "I know, darlin'. Your pussy is so perfect around my cock." His hips stuttered at the acknowledgment, drawing out a moan from both of you. "You close, angel?" His eyes snapped to yours, his hips slamming against yours, the sound of skin on skin slapping flooding the room. "Yes. Yes- I'm so fucking close!" Your back arched against him as his hand found your lower stomach, pushing down so you could feel him fully. "Cum with me. I want to feel you cum around me while I fill up this pussy." His words were more of a demand than anything, pulling out a loud moan coming straight from your chest. "I- if the neighbors are home theyll hear." You caught yourself moaning, realizing how loud you were being. "You think I fuckin' care, sweetheart? Let them hear how good I fuck this pussy. My pussy." Another moan ripped from your throat as you nodded. "I'm cumming, daddy! I'm cumming for you!" You practically screamed, legs wrapping tighter around him. "Fuck- I'm cumming too, baby!" Your release triggered his, his cum filling you with a familiar warmth. Your legs were shaking as he slowed his pace, drawing out every last moan and whimper from you. "That's my girl." He praised you as you both came down from your highs, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your jawline softly. "Loud and proud, angel." You both let out breathy laughs as he pulled out of you, lying on his side and pulling your back against his chest. Your breathing slowed as you listened to his heartbeat, your breaths syncing with each other. "You did so perfectly for me, baby. I love you so goddamn much." He cooed, stroking your hair. "I love you more, Joel. More than anything." You replied sleepily, curling against his warm body. "I'm sorry to tell you this, baby, but it's impossible to love me more. I love you more than my next breath, sweetheart. He pulled the comforter over you two, his arm finding your waist again and pulling you closer. You smiled at his remark, your leg lacing through his. "Go to sleep, angel. I'm right here." You nodded against his chest, your breathing becoming heavier as you fought in and out of consciousness. "I love you." You murmured sleepily, causing him to chuckle softly. "I love you too, angel. So much that it scares me sometimes." You two fell asleep curled against each other, his arm a familiar grounding weight around you.

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Look At Me When I Talk To You. ── ✦ Javier Peña

Hi loves!! I hope you enjoy this sm bc I had a lot of fun writing it! I also love Javi sm so let me know if you want more Javi writing! Mwah!

wc :: 1.3k

warnings/tags: 18+ (smut), p in mouth, v in mouth, aftercare, talking you through it

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Javi came home from a long day working with the DEA. He was frustrated that the drug lord he'd been trying to catch for the past few months barely slipped out of his reach today. Even though you were his favorite person, he wasn't in the mood for any attitude or sarcasm. You were lying in your shared hotel room's bed, the white comforter that familiar soft feeling on your legs. You were wearing one of his oversized t-shirts and a pair of light pink panties, hair up in a messy bun, bundled up in the warmth of the bed. It wasn't unusual to stay up late waiting for him to come back, but you had been worried for him recently, as he seemed stressed from his recent case. Lying on your side, your eyes fluttered open and closed as you tried to stay up for him. As you were drifting off to sleep, you heard the familiar heavy pace of boots coming down the hallway and the buzz of the keycard unlocking your hotel room door.

You drifted back into consciousness, slowly sitting up in bed and letting the comforter pool around your waist. He huffed as the door swung open, letting his bag fall onto the ground with a thud. His holster and belt followed seconds later. "Hi, baby. How was your day?" You questioned softly, nervous at his rigid shoulders and unreadable expression that was almost imperceptible through the moonlight seeping in through the curtains. "Fine." He replied bluntly, his response hitting you like a slap. He was usually sweet after work, talking about his days, letting go, not letting his hard days interfere with your relationship. "Baby? What happened?" You switched on the lamp on your bedside table, his tired, frustrated expression clearer in the light. "It's fuckin' bullshit. That's what happened." He sat on the edge of the bed, untying his boots and tossing them aside. "Hey. I'm here. Talk to me. Tell me about it." You whispered, scooting forward to stroke his back. "He got away. I tried so hard to corner him. He had a fucking getaway driver. I let him get away." He ranted into the room, the air feeling cooler with his confession. "That's not your fault, Javi. You couldn't have known." You tried to comfort him, your nails lightly scratching his back, a familiar soothing sensation. "Yeah, well, I should've expected that. I wasn't prepared. That fucking asshole." He complained, turning to face you. Your eyes were on the comforter in front of you as you took in his words. "I swear to god, if I don't kill that motherfucker myself-" He paused, his eyes trailing down to where you were looking. "Look at me when I talk to you." Your eyes snapped up to his. "I'm sorry, baby. I promise I've been listening. I was trying to think about what I can do to help." You cooed, trying to explain yourself. "You wanna know what would help? Huh? You on your goddamn knees." He replied, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. You nodded, still in his grip. "Good girl."

Before you could move, he crashed his lips against yours, his tongue invading your mouth. You melted into the kiss almost immediately, kissing him back with the same freverent pace. He pulled back, stroking your cheekbone before unbuttoning his jeans. The zippers sound felt impossibly loud in the silence, the only other sound your heavy, flushed breathing. "Get on your knees for me, angel." He demanded, pushing down his jeans and boxers, exposing his erection. You obliged instantly, climbing closer and settling on your knees in front of him. "That's my good girl." He stroked your hair, pumping his cock a few times before tapping his tip against your lips. You placed a soft kiss on his tip, drawing out a groan from his throat. "Don't tease me. Take it like I know you can." He pushed himself into your throat, the sensation familiar as he filled your mouth. "Fuck, baby. Feels so good. You always feel perfect for me." He muttered, fingers lacing through your hair that was pulled up. You took him deeper, your hands wrapping around his thighs to push him farther into your mouth. "Yeah, that's it. Just like that." He praised, groaning. You replied with a soft gag, swirling your tongue around him, and pumping your mouth up and down his cock. "I'm close, baby. Keep going. You're doing so fucking good for me, angel." You nodded around his cock, quickening your pace. "Fuck- yes! Right there!" He came down your throat, the salty, warm taste familiar. You pulled off of him and swallowed, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show him. "Look at you. My pretty girl swallowing my cum like the perfect girl she is." He panted, releasing your hair and stroking your cheekbone. "I think you deserve a reward for that, angel."

Before you could reply, he laid you back, hands fumbling with the hem of your shirt. He tossed it aside, his hands trailing up your sides and finding your breasts. You moaned softly as he kneaded your boobs, arching into his touch. "Thats it, baby. Just feel me." He whispered, his thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles on your nipples. He planted kisses down your body, stopping below your navel. "Tell me what you want. Use your words for me, angel." He instructed you, the pull between your legs becoming almost unbearable. "Your mouth. Please, Javi. I need it." You begged, spreading your legs. "Good girl. Thats my good fucking girl." His fingers found the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down your legs and tossing it aside with your discarded shirt. He pushed your thighs back further, spreading your legs. He placed slow, torturous kisses on the inside of your thigh, trailing closer to your core. "Please. I- I need it so badly, Javi!" You whined, pleading. "I know you do, angel." He trailed a finger through your soaked pussy. "Fuck. Look at you. Youre dripping for me." He sucked his finger clean. That was the last straw. You pushed his head down, and he allowed himself to be guided. His tongue found your clit, flicking with uneering accuracy. "Javi! Fuck!" Your back arched, your fingers threading through his hair. He replied with a groan against your core, sending a wave of pleasure through you. He licked flat, broad strokes up your pussy, moving his hand from your side down between your legs. "You taste so good. So goddamn perfect. All mine." He pushed a finger inside of you, curling it and hitting that spot that he knows makes you see stars. You gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. His mouth was on your clit again, sucking and swirling his tongue around you. "Baby- baby! I'm close! I'm so fucking close! Please don't stop!" You moaned out, pleading. Your words made him double down on his efforts. He pushed another finger inside of you, pumping and curling to hit that perfect spot inside of you. His mouth never stopped working on your clit, his movements becoming uneven uneeringly fast. "Fuck yes! I'm cumming!" You moaned out into the room, coming completely undone in his mouth. Your legs started shaking as he licked you gently through it, his fingers pulling out of you and finding his tongue. He sucked his fingers clean, staring into your eyes. "You're so perfect, angel. So perfect for me. I love you more than anything." He climbed up next to you, pulling you into his side. "I love you, too, Javi. So much." You muttered sleepily. He kissed your neck up to your cheek softly, a soothing difference from the feverish intensity that he just showed you. His hand stroked your hips before his arm trailed around your stomach. "Go to sleep, baby. I'm right here." He whispered, his arm tightening around you almost imperceptibly. You drifted off to sleep, his heartbeat a comforting familiarity against your back.