summary: After one deeply awkward encounter with a stranger on the subway, you find out he is your new—and incredibly hot—literature professor. Your relationship quickly becomes filled with twisted sexual encounters, something you realize you need more and more. Before long, you are trapped in a web of feelings for a man who is completely cold, detached, and — above all — married. Sex always finds its way to make things complicated.
tags & warnings: au college, original characters, Joel is nasty rich, cheating, masturbation, power imbalance, oral sex, BDSM, piv, semi-public sex, verbal humiliation, degradation, spanking, emotional manipulation, Joel is MEAN, choking, Dom/Sub, rough sex, violent sex, orgasm control, orgasm denial, face slapping, brat taming, bondage, hate sex, drunk sex, praise kink, porn with plot, whipping, angst, no aftercare, unhealthy relationship, slow romance build, avoidant attachment, emotional hurt, Joel is BAD at feelings, angst/comfort, eventual fluff, soft joel, flirting, healing, emotional recovery, trust building.
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Summary: Mr Miller teaches his son how to satisfy you orally.
Tw: +18, mdni, smut, age gap, soft!Joel, Mr Miller being a consent king as always, slight degradation of your bf, cuckolding, competency kink, praise kink, F!ORAL and Joel takes👏his👏time👏, fingering, spitting, tongue-fucking, rimming, squirting, mention of anal, multiple orgasms, mention of m!oral, pussy pronouns, lil bit of hurt/comfort, aftercare, swearing, food consumption. Not adding one tag to keep it a surprise🤫
Word count: 9,4k (srry😬 grab a drink)
A/n: I’ve been blown away by your love for Let me teach you, my sweet freaks🥹 Pt 2 wouldn’t exist if not for you screaming in the comments! Tysm for your kind words!! Special thank you’s and hugs to @priscillamiller88 and @mysterialee for their hot ideas!🙏 Lots of kisses to my baby @milla-frenchy for beta-ing the story and for giving me priceless advice. ILY!!♥️
I worked hard on this filth lol and I hope you all will enjoy it💋 Dividers by me and @/saradika-graphics
Pt 1 - Let Me Teach You || MASTERLIST
‘My boyfriend’s dad was teaching us anal and fucked me so well, now I want more. How do I make it happen??’
You won’t find a story like this on Reddit. And hell, you almost posted it yourself, looking for advice. Yes, you’re that desperate.
After Mr Miller showed Jack how to make anal pleasurable for you, all your thoughts are about the older man. His hands caressing your body, his lips on your tight butthole, his tongue breaching your ring and gently licking in, his cock slowly sinking into your virginal ass, at the same time dissolving the boundaries of what’s appropriate between your boyfriend’s dad and you. How can you be ok with that unforgettable experience staying a one time thing when Joel looks, smells, fucks like that? You’re obsessed and want more but, to your chagrin, Mr Miller has been acting like nothing happened.
“Night, sweetheart” — that was the only thing he told you the next time you saw each other after the ‘lesson’. He came home from work, went up to his bedroom and that was it.
‘How’s your ass?’ Can you walk alright? Want me to fuck you again?’ None of that. Did that night mean nothing to him? Is there even a tiny part of him (or a big part like his cock) that wants to touch you, feel you, penetrate you again? Your heart tightens with frustration and hurt every time he does not do any of those things. You are devastated and horny.
Jack on the other hand is fine. He didn’t dump you. More than that, he seems even happier. He finally got what he wanted — your lovely ass. You were surprised to see that he had really been listening to Mr Miller and when you two finally had anal, he was careful and considerate. He asked you questions, noticed the slightest tension in your body and paused when you needed it.
With your butt up in the air, Jack slowly taking you from behind in your ‘most vulnerable place’ (his dad’s words), you close your eyes and imagine Mr Miller fucking you instead. Joel’s cock is thicker and longer than Jack’s, his hands bigger, his presence more dominant but you have a powerful imagination and with the help of a magic combo - your memories of that night and your fingers on your clit you come easily and with a loud cry. You don’t hide your noises in the softness of the pillow, you hope Mr Miller hears you and feels jealous.
A few weeks have passed and Joel treats you the same way - he’s polite, sweet but distant. You keep pining and picturing him while being in bed with his son. A dick is a dick after all. Besides, what if you dump Jack? You have a terrifying feeling that you’ll never see Mr Miller again. After that amazing night when he busted deep into your ass he didn’t sweep you off your feet, his truck didn’t drive you away into the sunset. He didn’t even bend you over a bathroom sink during a clandestine rendezvous. No, he stayed your boyfriend’s dad. Who fucked your ass that one time.
That lesson won’t be the last! you promise yourself, half listening to Jack gushing about a new game he’s been playing. You have to be clever and work out a plan on how to get into Mr Miller’s pants. And Jack will have to help you.
You roll onto your back and bat your lashes at your boyfriend. You two have just had anal which Jack loves more than anything now so his eyes are hazy, a smile plastered on his flushed face. It looks like he was in heaven just a second ago so while he’s completely ass-drunk, you decide to act.
Jack plops on the bed by your side, breathing heavily, still grinning. You cuddle up to him, place your head on his shoulder and give him a few moments to catch his breath. Then you kiss his neck and purr,
“Honey, remember how your dad… you know.. taught us this?”
Jack’s whole body tenses up.
“How could I forget?” He deadpans.
“Yeah it was …a lot,” you giggle, gliding your palm over his hairless chess. “Crazy night. But he gave us awesome advice, right? And now we both love anal.”
“Yeah,” Jack agrees, a dopey smile spreading on his face again.
“So I was wondering.. maybe he can help us with something else?”
“Baby..,” Jack’s voice rumbles as he’s sitting up, making you slide off him. He rests his back against the headboard and you sit up, too, your naked tits on full display. For a stronger effect. Jack immediately fixates on them, his eyes darting between your nipples while you pout and say,
“You wanted anal, right? And look how happy it makes you now. I want something, too.”
“What’s that?” He asks your tits.
You bite your lip and squeeze your boobs between your arms, fast-freezing his brain.
“I want your dad to teach you how to eat me.”
A few long moments pass. Then Jack flinches and his gaze slowly travels up to your face. His brows furrow.
“You always said you didn’t like oral.”
You don’t reply, just stare at your boyfriend, letting him get there by himself. It takes him no less than ten seconds.
“Ohhhh,” he exhales, “so I suck at it?”
You scoot closer to him, rushing to reassure him before his fragile ego shutters into a million pieces.
“Nooo, you are not, you’re good! it’s a me-problem. But also… maybe you can do something differently.” NOT SUCK AT SUCKING PUSSY, you think but say the following,
“Maybe Jo— your dad could help us with it.”
Jack crosses his arms and stares in front of himself, side-eying you from time to time.
“You really want my dad to eat you?”
I want your dad to ruin all my holes and drown me in his cum!!!! You want to say but instead shrug nonchalantly.
“Just want our sex life to be perfect.”
Jack pushes out his lower lip, his chest rising and falling quickly. You know him well enough to realize that in a second he’s going to say ‘no’.
Before your boyfriend opens his mouth, you square your shoulders and glare at him. The softness in your voice is gone, replaced by threatening defiance.
“If you say ‘no’, Jack, you will never fuck my ass again.”
Yeah, you blackmailed your boyfriend into letting his dad eat you out, so what? What’s important is that your threat worked and now the three of you are sitting at the kitchen table in the Millers’ house, having dinner all together like a one happy fucked up family.
“Mr Miller,” you start timidly, watching the older man devour his burger. It’s a takeout from his favorite place. You can’t cook for shit but your mom always says that ‘a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ and you hope that the food you bought for him will facilitate the conversation.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Joel asks between bites. The way his jaws are working while he’s chewing makes you all hot and bothered. As well as his broad muscular shoulders straining a black home t-shirt. Your panties are already wet.
Jack isn’t looking at any of you, tense and quiet, he’s staring at his burger like it owes him money.
“Jack and I were wondering…,” you start. “You helped us so much last time.”
Joel glances up at you and hums, not pausing the chewing, so you continue.
“And we thought.. ehm… maybe you can help us again?”
Mr Miller quickly gulps down his bite and glares at his son,
“Goddamnit, Jack! You still can’t hit it properly? I explained everything in detail!”
“Nonono!” You shake your head, palms raised, quickly reassuring the man before Jack opens his mouth and starts arguing. “In anal department… all good. Thank you again.”
Joel’s face and tone softens when he looks at you. “You sure, baby? He treats you well?”
“Yes,” you smile, melting under his warm eyes. “He does and I love everything except…”
Jack shifts in his chair, chewing the inside of his cheek. Joel places his burger on the plate to give you his full attention but only after sucking the sauce off his thumb and making your mind short circuit for a few moments. You finally compose yourself and say carefully,
“There's something else I’d like Jack to learn.”
“What’s that? How to find a well-paid job?” Joel barks a laugh and you giggle.
“That would be nice.” Your smile falls as soon as Jack throws you a glare.
“No.” You drop your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. Embarrassment and fear grips you. What if he laughs at you? What if he says no? Oh to hell with it! You want Mr Miller’s mouth on you too much to chicken out now.
“I have trouble.. reaching the … the.. destination,” you widen your eyes, hoping Joel will understand what you mean. “When Jack ehm…when he orally... you know ..”
Your boyfriend’s dad leans forward, placing his meaty forearms on the table, and searches for your eyes.
“You can’t come when he eats you out?”
Your cheeks and neck burn as you nod, your heart racing in your chest.
Mr Miller nods with understanding, not a glint of surprise in his expression.
“I see. So you two need my help?”
Jack freezes, burning a hole with his eyes in the burger. You sigh,
“Yes. I.. we would really appreciate it. Unless—,” you hurry to add, “you don’t want to. I know some men don’t like going down on a woman.”
“Yeah, those men are called losers,” Joel adds with a chuckle and looks at Jack. His eyes narrow as he asks his son,
“You ok with it?”
You stop breathing.
If Jack ruins this for you…?! Your boyfriend is staring at his dad, probably surprised that someone asked his opinion. Before he ruins your plan you raise your brow and use all of your telepathic powers to remind him — ‘No ass for you if you fuck it up!’ Jack blinks at you for a few seconds and then mumbles,
“Yeah, totally.”
You quietly let out a sigh of relief and look at Mr Miller.
“Ok. I’ll help, son, don’t worry.”
“I don’t worry about shit,” Jack grumbles but you don’t hear him. Joy is filling your heart, your pussy throbs.
“Whenever you have time, Mr Miller. No rush,” you chirp, barely containing your excitement.
“Let me finish this delicious burger and I’m all yours, sweetie,” Joel says with a smile and takes a big bite.
For the first time in your life you’re in Mr Miller’s bedroom. He insisted on delivering the lesson in his bed this time, claiming that Jack’s was too small and creaky. You didn’t protest. Everything in this room smells and feels like ‘a man’. Strong and reliable. It’s clean and modestly furnished. No lying around socks and shorts like in Jack’s room, no neon lights that make your head ache, only natural wood, golden lighting and quiet colours. The place is decorated with Mr Miller’s carvings, standing on the shelves and the desk. Their craftsmanship fills your heart with warmth.
Sitting on Joel’s sturdy bed, your back against the headboard, you wonder if it would be hard to make it shake. You’d happily take on the challenge.
“It’s so comfy, Mr Miller!” You gush, bouncing a little on the soft mattress.
“A field that has rested gives a bountiful crop, right?” Joel says, smiling proudly, hands on the hips. “Bed is the most important thing in a house.” He tells you that he’s made the frame himself and this fact makes butterflies swirl in your belly.
Joel sits down on the bed facing you and the mattress dips under his heavy weight.
“Jack!!!” He shouts and you glare at the door, wondering what's taking your boyfriend so long. You realize what when you hear wheels rolling on the wooden floor. Jack appears in the doorway, pushing his gaming chair in front of him.
“Jesus. I have a stool right here, son.” Joel nods at one in the corner. He probably made it, too, you think, creaming your panties.
“Ain’t gonna sit on your stupid stool,” Jack grumbles, stopping at the foot of the bed, and takes his cuck throne.
“You won’t see shit from there. Roll over here.” Joel points his finger at the place on the opposite side of the bed and Jack begrudgingly does what his father told him.
Ugh! Can you better roll the fuck away from here? you think, glaring at your annoying boyfriend, and then smile at Joel when he turns to you.
“Ready to start, darlin’?”
You melt from this new pet name and croak ‘yes’. You should feel more confident than the first time but nerves start churning your stomach. What if Jack ruins it? What if Mr Miller decides it’s too much? With panicky thoughts flooding your mind you sit up and start unzipping your jean shorts.
“Woah, not so fast, baby,” Joel gently stops you with his hand on yours and you drop your arms at the sides, blinking at him. Your smile fades away. He doesn’t want you naked?
“Sorry, Mr Miller,” you mumble, closing the zipper, your eyes downcast. Joel pinches your chin and makes you look at him.
“It’s ok, sweetie. We’ll get there. I just need you to wait a little.”
You breathe out an ‘ok’, getting lost in his chocolatey eyes. Your core is simmering, pussy aching for the man in front of you. A good girlfriend in you hopes that Jack won’t notice what his father’s doing to your body and heart but a needy slut in you doesn’t give a flying fuck.
Mr Miller looks at Jack and you take a deep breath, grateful for a respite from his hot stare.
"Speakin' of anal, what's the most important thing, son?"
"Consent."
"Yes and..?"
"Prep."
"Good. Very good." Joel nods and Jack's chest expands. Is it a smile you see on your boyfriend's face? Pfff. Someone's happy to receive daddy’s praise.
"Now what about oral?" Joel continues.
Your boyfriend rubs his neck.
"Mmm.. don't know.. tongue?"
"Yeah, can't do without," Joel chuckles. "But in my experience...," he turns to you, "— it's anticipation."
His intent gaze warms up your skin, his raspy voice seeps into the deepest parts of you, as he speaks, "When you two are out and about— bar, movies, Trader Joe's, wherever, do this."
Mr Miller sits closer to you and leans in. His hot breath licks at your ear, his scent, masculine and enticing, makes your head spin, but what turns you into a puddle is his soft words,
"Can't wait to have you to myself tonight and taste your little pussy."
Your lips part, you take a sharp breath, liquid fire floods your lower belly as blood rushes to your core.
Mr Miller pulls back a little and tilts his head to observe your face.
"See?" He says to Jack while his gaze is on you.
"Her breathing quickens, her eyes get hazy. She's gonna be thinkin' about it all day. Picturin' you eatin' her out over and over."
You're trying to control your expression, your burning up body, your tingling center but Joel's effect on you is undeniable. You're nothing but a horny mess right now.
"Why not start the foreplay hours before, right?" the older man glances at his son. "Don't yap on and on about it, of course, it'll get annoyin' but one more phrase s'fine.. something like..." Mr Miller lifts his big hand to your face, gently cups your cheek and says, "Wanna feel you drip on my tongue so damn much."
Fuck! Good thing you're sitting because your knees would definitely buckle and you'd collapse on the floor right this second. His voice, both velvet and gruff, and the things he's saying with that voice are affecting you in a way you've never experienced before. You could come just listening to his dirty talk, breathing in his heady scent, sensing the heat of his huge body crushing against your skin like a powerful wave.
Joel's next question, quiet, only for your ears, might as well be a headshot.
"Is it workin'? You gettin' wet, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," you rasp and clear your throat.
"Good," Joel reacts with a warm smile. "Now could you take your shorts off for me and lie down? Let's start."
It feels like a wet dream — Mr Miller and your boyfriend sitting fully clothed in the room with you, while your shorts are on the floor, only lacy panties and a crop top covering your trembling body. You’re already shaking like a leaf with anticipation and need, Mr Miller’s words ringing in your ears - ‘Wanna feel you drip on my tongue.’ Fuckkkkkkkk
“S’ok if I position you how I want?” Joel asks you softly and you nod, hiding your shaky voice.
With gentle hands the older man bends your legs and places your feet on the bed quilt, spreading them but not too much. You feel like a fuck doll in his big skilful hands, small and powerless. It makes your core pucker.
Joel’s palm playfully squeezes your knee as he asks Jack,
“She tells you what to do when you go down on ‘er?”
“Mm, no.”
“Why don’t you guide him, sweetie?”
Both of them are looking at you so you press your thighs together and mumble, fumbling with the hem of your top,
“I— don’t wanna be rude I guess? And also… I don’t really know what I like.”
Joel shakes his head.
“Nothin’ rude about it, baby. It’s your pleasure. It’s important. And how come you don’t know? Never had it done well?”
“Not really,” you admit, glancing up at Joel.
“What the fuck?!” Jack jumps up in his chair, gripping the armrests. “What about that time on Christmas Eve? You were moaning and stuff. You came.”
You squirm on the bed, your back getting sweaty.
“Yeah… it was good.”
“Good?!” Jack squeals. “Clearly more than just good!”
“Hey! Shut it!” Joel gruffs and points his thick index finger at his son. “Don’t you dare raise your voice at ‘er! You need to be listenin’ and learnin’!”
Secretly taking pleasure in the way Mr Miller is scolding Jack, you avoid your boyfriend’s glare and focus on a sexy vein that’s bulging on Joel’s neck.
The older man turns to you and asks softly, his head cocked to the side,
“You faked it, sweetie?”
You sigh and nod.
“Fucking hell,” Jack curses and throws his arms. Joel flashes him another fiery glare before taking your hand in his. He’s all warmth and care when he addresses you.
“Thank you for openin’ up, darlin’. Promise me you’ll never ever fake it again, not with me, not with anyone else. Your enjoyment is worth more than any man’s ego. Demand it.”
Your heart skips a beat and then proceeds making somersaults in your belly while Joel talks.
“Today I need you to be honest with me, to show me how it really feels. Can you do that for me.. for us, baby?”
“I’ll try.” You’re melting from Joel’s huge hand wrapped around yours, his kind eyes looking at you like you’re the most precious person in the universe.
“Good girl.” Mr Miller gives you a warm smile and licks his lower lip. You’d do anything to lick it too but Jack’s right here and you have to be in control of your desires.
Of course you fail immediately as Joel’s next words set your whole body on fire.
“Is it ok if I touch your pussy over the panties now. As a little warm up.”
You can’t reply fast enough.
“Yes, Mr Miller.”
You glance at Jack who’s blinking quickly at his dad like a dummy. Joel doesn’t give him any attention and instead reaches for the apex of your thighs. You open them wider to accommodate his wide palm which soon covers your clothed center. The heat of Joel’s skin seeps through the thin lace and your pussy starts purring like a cat in the sun. Mr Miller’s hand is pleasantly heavy and you buck your hips, meeting his touch, hungry for more pressure.
The older man lets out a little laugh.
“So eager. She always this impatient?” He asks Jack, not looking at him, and your boyfriend just hums. You desperately need him to keep his mouth shut so you could forget that he’s in the room. You want to drown in Mr Miller’s caress.
“Don’t give it to her right away. Play with her,” Joel teaches his son while his fingers petting your pussy lips, still over your underwear. You clasp the quilt with your fists and clench your teeth, keeping yourself from grabbing Mr Miller’s arm and grinding against it like a dog in heat.
“Light touches for now.” While Joel’s teasing you, you’re mesmerized by his veiny hand massaging your cunt. He’s just started and you’re already a hot mess.
As always attentive to every twitch of your body, every expression on your face, Joel smirks,
“I reckon I can make you come like this, huh? Would you like that, darlin’?”
You open your mouth to agree but Jack interrupts you.
“Why? Thought we were learning oral.”
What the fuck is your problem?! you scream in your head, boring a hole in your boyfriend’s face, but don’t dare argue with him. What if he storms out and disrupts ‘the lesson’?
Thankfully Mr Miller handles him. He turns to his son and replies, annoyance thick in his tone as if he’s explaining what two plus two is.
“Look at ‘er. She’s trembling thanks to your tantrum, her nerves so on edge she’ll come the moment I lick ‘er. And where’s a challenge in that? Where’s the lesson? So sit tight, grab a damn drink if you want and let me do what I need.”
Jack scoffs and his dad turns to you.
“What do you say, sweetheart? Want a release?”
“Yeah, it’d be nice,” you mutter, trying to sound normal and not feral and horny. Joel smiles and starts rubbing your clit over the panties with a pad of his thumb. His voice seems distant now, his caresses bringing you on cloud nine.
“Don’t get how eatin’ this one can be a problem, son. She came hard for me last time. And that was anal which ain’t a walk in the park for no one. Lookit, she’s drippin’. So receptive to my touch.”
He’s right. Your pussy is a waterfall under Joel’s praise and caress, the lace under his finger glistening with your slick. The man hums approvingly at the wetness, coating his skin.
Jack clears his throat, reminding you that he’s still in the room, and says louder than usual so you’d hear him through the fog in your mind,
“Maybe she can’t come ‘cause she gets too much in her head? She said so herself. Not my fault.”
“Like hell it isn’t,” Joel retorts. “Who’s doin’ the eatin’? Fuckin’ Pope? If she can’t come, it’s on you. If she’s in her head, it’s on you.”
Mr Miller’s telling his son off while his fingers are stimulating your lace-covered clit, his free hand on your knee. With your mouth slack, your eyes hazy, you're watching him bring you to your first orgasm of the night.
“Don’t let her think, make her feel,” the older man continues, calmer now. “Tell ‘er how beautiful she is, how pretty her pussy is.”
He looks at you now with his gaze bursting with adoration. “Your pussy is just so pretty, baby.”
You smile at each other and like that, drowning in his beautiful dark eyes, you come for the first time tonight, whimpering and writhing on Mr Miller’s bed while he keeps kneading your pussy with his hand, giving you more ecstasy.
“See?” Mr Miller says to Jack through heavy breathing. “Didn’t even take her panties off.”
“Congrats,” your boyfriend grunts but you don’t hear any of them. You’re panting, heart eyes set on Joel, a drunk smile on your face, forever a fan of the shuddering orgasms your boyfriend’s dad gives you.
“Get ‘er some water,” Joel tells his son who begrudgingly gets up and drags his feet out of the room.
While he’s away Mr Miller assesses your state, his eyes intent, his thumb rubbing your kneecap. When your breathing returns to normal he says softly,
“I usually get on the floor but my left knee’s givin’ me grief this week. S’ok if I lie down on the bed, sweetheart?”
“Sure, Mr Miller,” you say quietly, hiding jealousy in your answer after hearing that ‘usually’. Your heart pangs, wishing you were the only one he tastes.
Joel carefully settles between your legs, glancing up at you as if you were an easily spooked little animal. Probably because of your widened eyes — before asking him at the back of your mind you couldn’t believe that your boyfriend’s dad would really agree to another lesson.
You chew on your lower lip, watching him get comfortable. The bed is big but he still has to hang his legs over the edge. The sight of Mr Miller’s broad shoulders spreading your thighs, his ass hugged by the grey sweatpants, his handsome face hovering over your pussy makes you gush so generously, you’re wondering if you’re leaking out of your panties.
“Make sure she’s comfortable,” Joel says to Jack after he returns and you quickly down a glass of water. The older man’s gaze slowly crawls over your body, from your clothed center to your face. As your eyes lock, the spark you felt in Jack’s room between Mr Miller and you ignites brighter.
“All good, darlin’?” His voice is low as if there’s only you and him in the room. Ughh, you wish.
“Yes, Mr Miller.”
Then he addresses Jack.
“You should be comfortable, too. Eatin’ takes time. You shouldn’t rush, just like with anal, but the reason is different.”
Joel’s staring at his son, his head hovering over your heat, his hands absentmindedly gliding over your spread thighs.
Jack fights it for a few moments but when you make big eyes at him he caves in,
“What reason, dad?”
Joel smiles and leans his scruffy cheek against your inner thigh, sending chills through your whole body. “You love blow jobs, yes, Jack?”
Your brows shoot up; you don’t often hear a father ask his son this question. You try to suppress a giggle seeing your boyfriend’s jaw drop.
“Right?” Joel pushes and his son hums in agreement.
Joel’s eyes find yours and he gently rubs your thigh with his stubble, “Bet you do. Her beautiful lips wrapped around your cock, her eyes teary with how big you’re. She’s moanin’ and suckin’ you off. She moans for you. To let you know how good she’s feelin’, how much she’s enjoyin’ your cock. So do the same. Moan for her. Show her how delicious her little pussy is. It’ll drive her crazy.”
While he’s talking, your mind is drawing these images he’s putting in your head, but it’s not Jack’s cock you’re picturing, it’s his father’s. Thick and long, oozing precum for you to lick off, his heavy balls tickling your chin, then resting on your tongue. Ahhhhhh, how much you want to give him head!!
“Can I kiss ‘er?” Joel’s question makes you wake up and flinch. You look at him quizzically.
“Your pussy, sweetheart. Can I give her some kisses?”
Oh! You start bobbing your head like a Funko pop toy.
A gasp falls from your lips when Mr Miller leans down and presses his plush lips to your soaked panties. With your mouth agape you’re watching your boyfriend’s dad pepper kisses over your lace-clad pussy, your oversensitive clit, sending electricity to your core.
“Mr..Millerrrrr,” you mewl and moan when Joel darts his tongue out and licks you over the fabric.
“Hmm?” He doesn’t stop, his eyes closed, his lashes flickering over his rosy cheekbones, his lips moving with determination.
You stutter, “Shhh— should I take my panties off?”
“Jus’ a second.” The older man peers up at you, a mischievous glint flashing in his blown out eyes, and sucks in your wetness through your panties. Shittttttt
He smacks his lips savoring the taste of you and groaning as you’re shaking under his big hands and hot mouth, desperately wanting your underwear gone. You need his tongue on your unclothed bare naked pussy NOW!! or you’ll die, so you break into pleading,
“Mr Miller, please, let me take my panties off. I want… we need Jack to see better, yeah?”
Joel stops and lifts his head.
“Right.” His face is serious as if he really bought your bullshit argument but then he winks at you.
Joel hooks his thumbs under your panties and you, thanking all the gods, lift your hips so he could slowly, too fucking slowly, guide them over your ass. He slides the wet garment down your legs, takes them off and lovingly puts them on the bed by your naked butt.
“Now may I help you… so Jack could see everything, yes, darlin’?”
You nod with a smile and Joel glides his calloused palms over your inner thighs, spreading your legs as wide as they would go. Your bent leg is resting on the bed now, and he helps you to put the other one on his broad shoulder. Your pussy blooms for him, cold air licks at your exposed wet clit and leaking hole. You shiver as both men are staring at your pussy — Mr Miller’s gaze full of hunger, Jack’s — full of terror.
“I can’t believe I agreed to this. Again,” your boyfriend mumbles and your heart stops for a second. What if Mr Miller pities his son and takes a u-turn away from your needy pussy?
To your immense relief, Joel rolls his eyes at his son.
“Your woman wants you to learn, Jack. Don’t be a sourpuss and watch how to treat this pussy right. Do you have a good view?” He adds, glancing at the younger man.
You can hear Jack grinding his teeth, see him gripping the armrests of his gaming chair, but the access to your ass is on the line for him so he swallows his complaints and grumbles,
“The best.”
Mr Miller nods and his eyes return to your pussy, served to him nice and hot. Or rather wet and throbbing. He groans at the sight.
A part of you wants to cover your pathetically needy cunt but it’s a tiny and silly part. You can easily ignore it while the rest of you is screaming for an opportunity to be eye-fucked like this.
“Beautiful,” Mr Miller says to your cunt and lifts his eyes to show you his sincerity. “May I touch her, sweetie?”
‘Of course’ falls from your lips the next second. Joel doesn’t make you wait. One of his hands slithers from your inner thigh to your center. He makes a V with his middle and index finger and rubs your puffy labia. He takes a sharp breath while you’re panting like a dog.
“Oh, baby,” Joel coos, his puppy eyes trained on your pussy, his fingers moving up and down, making your engorged lips stretch. “Look how swollen and wet she is. Been playin’ with you for too long?”
You hastily shake your head, hating to worry him. “No, Mr Miller. I’m just … too excited.”
The man’s face lights up, wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes.
“Would hate to hurt you, darlin’. I get carried away sometimes. I’ll kiss it better.”
Quick on his promise, Joel leans down and plants an open mouth kiss to your naked pussy lip and then the other.
Fuck.
Me.
Senseless.
Your hole is clenching like crazy, your breathing hitches, your mind short circuits. You grip the bed quilt so hard you’re afraid you’ll rip holes in it. Unaware of your devastation Mr Miller talks to Jack in between kisses.
“Be gentle and take it slow.” Kiss. “She senses it..-“ Kiss. “-when you do it just to get..” Kiss. “— head in return.” Kiss.
He parts from you and cocks his head, observing your cunt like it’s a piece of art while licking your slick off his lips.
“I never understood men like that. I can spend hours here.”
Yes, pleaseeee! Your pussy screams and your core is aflame while Mr Miller’s looking at your heat with a loving gaze.
You’re beaming at Joel who gives you another kiss but when you accidentally glance at Jack, your smile falls. He’s boring his narrowed eyes at you. Will he ever get over it?? If he were a sex god like his dad you wouldn’t be here now! Though you don’t regret anything. You’re definitely where you want to be.
Meanwhile Joel’s lips travel away from your needy pussy and he begins kissing your inner thighs, nibbling on your skin there slightly, tickling you with his facial hair until you giggle.
“Her laugh is so damn cute,” he mutters to Jack who doesn’t seem in the mood to coo at you right now.
“Can we get to the point?”
Joel parts from your thighs and lets out a deep sigh.
He talks with a calm yet disappointing tone as if practicing gentle parenting with a naughty toddler.
“S’exactly what I was talkin’ about. You rush it and she fears that you don’t like it. She starts overthinkin’ and can’t come. And you’re still sure it’s not your fault?”
Jack opens his mouth but finds zero argument in his defence and shuts up.
You buck your hips with a smirk, waiting for Mr Miller to continue the lesson.
And he does. He kisses your thighs again and soon his plush lips return to your pussy. He lightly squeezes your thighs with his big hands and asks you,
“Do you mind if I lick your little hole now?”
You almost choke on your drool before speaking, “You can do whatever you want, Mr Miller. Seriously. I trust you.”
Your voice is so wanton it’s almost obscene how little fucks you give that your boyfriend is sitting an arm length away from you while his dad is about to stick his tongue up your pussy.
“S’nice to hear,” Joel says, flashing you a charming smile. “Thank you, baby.”
He brings his hands to your cunt and, using his thumbs, carefully parts your folds revealing your puffy clit and crying hole.
“Holy hell look at this, Jack,” he groans. One of the perks of makin’ her come before eatin’ is now I get to have more.”
Joel runs his thumb over your entrance that’s generously leaking clear juices.
“See?” He lifts his hand and shows Jack his glistening finger. Before your slick runs down and lands on the bed Joel quickly pops the digit into his mouth and hums, sucking on it.
“Delicious,” he winks at you and you might as well die of lust.
“Can I have it all, sweetie? I promise to be gentle.”
“Please.”
You whimper when Mr Miller sticks his wide tongue out, and keeping you folds spread with his thumbs, licks a fat stripe over your clenching hole.
“She’s so soft here. Like a flower. Remember to be careful.”
Joel’s voice is strained and you wonder how hard he’s in his sweatpants. He’s lying on his cock and you hate for him to be hurting. Maybe you can offer him to pull his dick out? It’ll probably be more comfortable. But then your eyes dart to Jack who watches his father lick his girlfriend’s pussy, his hand clasped over his mouth. The scene is obviously too much for him already so his dad’s naked boner would definitely make it worse.
Joel is slurping up all the wetness he can gather, groaning loudly, his hot mouth wide open. You throw your head back in pleasure as he keeps licking you. Lap lap lap. Slurp slurp slurp.
He cleans up your folds thoroughly, visibly enjoying the process. The sounds he’s making, his mouth kissing you, his tongue dancing over your lips but barely brushing your clit is enough for you to come but he drags your pleasure out and touches your bundle of nerves only in passing.
You don’t know how much he spends licking and kissing your folds and entrance like that but you’d hate him to stop. You’re moaning and whimpering, dancing on the precipice of ecstasy with every swipe of his tongue.
“When she’s close,” Joel says to your boyfriend through the fog in your turned-on mind, “you can tongue-fuck her hole. If she wants, of course. Do you, baby? May I lick inside you?”
You lift your head and give him a drunk sounding ‘yeah’. Joel chuckles.
“Yes, I figured you’d want it. You enjoyed it when I rimmed your asshole, didn’t you?”
A needy moan is the only response you can give.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I know you love gettin’ your holes filled with tongue.” Joel’s dark gaze is full of lust as he winks at you.
“You’re so good at it,” you gush at him, bringing a proud smile to his face.
“‘S because you’re sweet all over.”
You smile at Mr Miller and your lips part with a gasp when he brushes your tight butthole with his thumb. Your muscles tense up, the extra stimulation sending you into a frenzy.
“Don’t worry, baby. Your ass is safe today,” he chuckles. “Gonna focus on this delicious pussy,” he coos, kissing your mound.
You nod but your body craves Joel in your every hole now. You’d give your butt to him any day.
“Bend your legs and hold them under your knees for me, will you? Yeah like that,” He says softly and you press your knees to your chest, exposing both your holes to your boyfriend and his dad, just like you did during the previous ‘lesson’.
Mr Miller's face inches from your asshole, he groans and glances up at you.
“Maybe jus’ a kiss?”
You nod, aroused to the maximum. Joel places his big hands under your asscheeks and lifts your hips, bringing your butt closer. He leans down and leaves a soft wet kiss on your butthole that clenches gingerly at the touch of her first man.
Mr Miller parts from your crack, breathing heavily, the act is doing something wild to him, and without asking he goes for another kiss, a third, a fourth, his fingers digging into your ass. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend’s dad is making out with your asshole.
“This ain’t her pussy,” Jack spits, stopping Mr Miller, who parts from your tight ring, looking drunk.
“Yeah, sorry, son. Got carried away,” the older man croaks and you wish Jack bit his tongue off and swallowed it. Fucker!
Joel adjusts his poor boner squished against the bed and then asks Jack.
“You know where her g-spot is?”
“Yeah.”
Jack answers so fast and sounds so sure you want to laugh in his face. He wouldn’t find it with a damn flashlight but look at him, lying to his dad like that. Joel clocks the disbelief on your face.
“Just to be sure..,” he says after giving you a wink. “It's a couple inches from the hole, you don’t need to go far and you might reach it with your fingers or even your tongue.”
Jack doesn’t say anything so Joel spreads your pussy lips again.
“Gonna push my tongue inside you now.” You breathe out an uh-huh and Joel turns to Jack.
“If you’ve done a good job, you won’t need to open her up, her hole will swallow your tongue or fingers right up.”
‘My hole can swallow you to the elbow’, you think, staring at the hot older man. Joel darts his wide tongue out and slowly pushes it into your entrance. Your pussy hungrily sucks it in, desperate to be filled, and Joel moans, when your walls clench around his hot muscle.
He flutters his eyes shut in pleasure and begins tongue-fucking you. Your juices are flowing right into his mouth, your loud moans are mixing with his like a depraved symphony, interrupted by annoying huffing and puffing of your jealous boyfriend. To hell with him! You’re in heaven!
“Look at this waterfall,” Joel pants, parting from your pussy to watch your hole clench and cry for him.
“Yeah, hope she won’t get dehydrated,” Jack grunts, side-eyeing your cunt that has never been that wet for him.
Joel ignores his son’s displeasure.
“Tongue fucking is fun but we also need to give attention to this little jewel here.” He places his thumb on your mound and lifts the hood, making your clit pop.
“This cute button is a powerhouse of her pleasure.” Joel grazes it with his thumb, drawing a whine out of you. “Make it your best friend and she’ll be the happiest girl.”
Joel’s talking to his son but his obsidian eyes are on yours.
“Now I’m gonna kiss ‘er clit. Gently, with a little suction. I won't stop until it’s big and throbbin’. Until she begs me to make her come.”
He lightly pinches your bud with his thumb and index finger and you mewl.
“Will you be a good girl and beg for it?” he smirks.
You have no idea how your mushy brain can produce a naughty answer but it does.
“We’ll see.”
Joel cocks his brow and his face darkens. You’ve been such a good student for him but the fire in his eyes tells you he’s enjoying the brat in you as well.
He smirks at you and without a heads up spits right on your clit.
“Ahhhh,” a pathetic whine escapes your lips, your eyes widen, your core aches so much it hurts, Jack curses under his breath.
“Oh we’ll see,” Joel smiles, enjoying your reaction. His warm saliva trickles down to your clenching hole that immediately swallows it up.
“Make it wet,” Joel says to Jack and, staring right at you, spits on your bud again. It hits you so perfectly you almost come.
Your hand cups your clothed tit and you begin kneading it, absentmindedly, your eyes locked with Joel’s.
“Pull your shirt up, sweetie. Play with them,” he says softly, staring at your breasts. “No need to be shy.”
You glance at Jack and lift your top over your chest, exposing your hardened nipples.
“Yeah, like that.” Joel’s blown out eyes are focused on your tits now, he’s licking his lips. “Now can I ask you for a favor, darlin’?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Twitch your nipples with one hand and the other… give it to me.”
You do what he says and his warm hand wraps around yours. He brings it to your pussy and shows what to do.
“Keep her open like this for me, please… need your clit ready for my mouth.”
You press your fingers to your pussy and pull up, exposing your clit. It twitches in anticipation.
“Yeahhh, baby, perfect.”
Joel kisses your throbbing clit, applying suction to it, his lips so soft, caresses so gentle you buck your hips, searching for more pressure, for harder stimulation. Joel tuts,
“Needy little thing.”
He glides his palms over your thighs and smooches your clit again, laps at it, sucks it between his plush lips, slurping loudly.
“Show ‘er…,” he begrudgingly parts from your pussy to teach Jack. “Show how much you love eatin’ ‘er.” He growls and the vibrations he’s created radiate through your core, all over your body.
“Swirl your tongue over her clit, like this.”
He sticks his tongue out and draws tight circles around your bud, making your whine.
Shittttttt!!
“Or flick it left and right— like this.” He shows how to do it. “Or jus’ lick it like the most delicious ice cream.” Mr Miller starts lapping at your clit, he laps and laps, dragging his wet hot tongue over your most sensitive spot and your thighs start shaking, tears appear on your lashes, that’s how amazing he’s making you feel.
Ahhhhhhh!
“Hurts?” Joel pants, lifting his head, his gaze concerned, and you choke on your words, watching him through your watery eyes.
“No-no— keep going— so good.”
Joel smiles and turns to Jack.
“She’s close. Let’s bring it home.”
You don’t look at Jack, don’t hear him, by now he’s blurred into the background. The only man you see is Joel, splayed on the bed, hair disheveled, his beard, moustache and lips soaked with your juices, his hands gripping your shaky thighs, helping to keep you open for him. He looks drunk on your pussy.
“Mr Miller,” you say, barely recognising your own needy voice. “Can I— may I —- ahh—put my hand — in your hair.”
Joel flashes you a smile and croaks,
“‘Course, sweetheart. Tug if I’m doin’ a good job, ok?”
You cry out when your boyfriend’s dad pushes his long fat tongue into your hole. Deep. He curves it and licks over your soft spot, injecting so many endorphins into your veins, your head spins and core tightens. He pulls out and slowly drags his wide tongue up, up, up, over your entrance, between your folds and to your clit. He sucks on it gently, before his tongue snakes down to fuck into your hole again. You rake his salt and pepper curls with your fingers and then pull at a particular deep tongue thrust.
Mr Miller groans and the vibrations make your thighs tense, your pussy clamping on his tongue.
“Please…,” you mewl.
“What’s that, baby?” Joel mumbles into your hole. “Tell me.”
“I— keep fuckin’ me— with your tongue— Please, sir.”
Joel almost roars right into your hole like an animal.
“Come for me,” he orders and pushes his tongue into your gaping hole.
He’s curving it against your g-spot, slurping down your slick, moaning and groaning into the mouth of your pussy and you can’t hold your climax off any longer.
You scream like a madwoman and start shaking against his bed, coming hard, rolling your hips and fucking yourself on Joel’s tongue. His prominent nose is bumping into your clit and you moan ‘Joellllll’, while your walls are squeezing his tongue, your hands clasping his locks mercilessly. You’re using him to penetrate yourself deeper, rub your clit harder, prolong your orgasm more, more, more. You’re thrashing and moaning until your arms and legs fall on the bed limply and you’re breathing fast with your eyes closed, your heart pounding in your ears. You’re completely spent.
Mr Miller’s voice makes your eyes flutter open. It takes you a few seconds to register that he’s talking to you.
“You’re ok, sweetie?” He’s sitting on the bed next to you now. You can’t speak, too inebriated, too euphoric, floating in the river of afterglow so you give him a nod and a weak smile.
Jack is saying something too but you don’t listen. You close your eyes again and let yourself rest.
A few minutes pass (or so you think) until you hear Joel speak over you.
“She ever squirted with you?”
“Mm, not sure.”
“No then. You’d definitely know.”
“Whatever.”
“I haven’t,” you croak and clear your throat, your eyes open. “With anyone. I doubt I can do it.”
Joel takes your hand that’s resting on your still heaving belly and leans down to you.
“I’m sure you can, darlin’,” he coos. “Wanna try or you’re too worn out?”
Even being tired and doubting your ability to squirt, you hate to leave Mr Miller and go to Jack’s room so you agree.
Joel beams at you but your boyfriend isn’t as happy.
“Dude! You lost your mind? You look barely alive!”
You roll your eyes.
“Don’t dude me, Jack! I’m fine. I wanna see if I can do it!”
“Ugh!” Jack crosses his arms and falls back into his cuck chair.
Joel’s jaw shifts as he watches his son for a few moments, then he looks at you.
“So… two lessons for the price of one, huh?” He jokes and you giggle. “I can make you come again, but …”
“What?”
Joel looks down at your pussy.
“You might be overstimulated right now. Don’t wanna hurt you.”
You spread your legs and follow his gaze to your puffy lips and clit.
“Mmm, don’t know. Can you check?” You purr, glancing up innocently at Joel.
The air between you two is hot again, your core filling with sticky desire.
“Sure thing, baby.”
Joel brushes your clit with his calloused thumb and you jolt. He pulls his hand back.
“See.” Joel shakes his head but your core aches for your boyfriend’s dad with a renewed force.
“It’s ok. Touch me some more. I’ll be fine.”
“Brave girl,” he chuckles and returns his fingers to your heat. He begins swirling your clit, his movements feather-light and slow.
You hiss at the dull pain that soon morphs into pleasure and your eyes roll back as Joel caresses your slicked up clit.
“Jack,” he calls his son and starts explaining to him how to make you squirt. Something about fingers and pressure. You can’t grasp his words for the life of you. All you can do is moan, your back arched off the bed while Joel’s thumb massages your clit.
“Baby,” Joel coos and you reply with a needy moan. “I’m gonna insert two fingers inside you, ok?”
You bob your head and lift yourself on your elbows so you could watch Joel’s thick digits slide into your hole.
“Yeah, you better watch. It’s a sight,” Mr Miller smiles at you, pumping his fingers in and out of your entrance.
“I’ll let you get used to the girth,” he says, finger-fucking your stretching hole.
His thumb is still on your clit, rubbing it up and down, and you bite your lip, another orgasm building fast.
“Now you’re gonna feel pressure,” he warns you and the next second you gasp, “Oh my God!”
Joel bends down and searches for your eyes.
“You good, baby? It might be a lot.”
“Please, go on. I… never felt anything like this.”
“If it’s too much, tell me immediately. I’ll stop, k?”
“Yeah.”
Joel smiles and pulls his bushy brows in concentration.
“Let’s make you squirt, sweetie.”
Your mouth is open, your eyes half-lidded as you’re watching Joel work on your pussy. His warm palm is splayed on your lower belly, skillful thumb strumming your clit, bringing you closer to your climax. Fingers of his other hand are deep inside you, making your core tighten, pushing up, up, up into your bladder.
“Oh-fuck-fuck-fuck,” you whimper, gripping Joel’s hairy forearm in panic. His muscles are bulging, steel under your fingers.
Joel’s forehead is wet, he asks through heavy breaths.
“Want me to stop?”
You’re staring into his black eyes, panting and trembling, overwhelmed with the sensations he’s bestowing on you, but you shake your head.
“No— keep going.”
And he does.
His fingers push and push, the pressure growing unbearable and you squeeze your eyes shut with a loud whimper.
“Let it go, sweetie. Trust me. It’ll feel so good. C’mon, beautiful.”
You hear Joel and the dam breaks. With Joel’s fingers pushing deep inside you, clear liquid starts spraying out of you, covering his forearm, your thighs, his bed. Joel grunts triumphantly, you cry out in surprise, Jack rolls back in his chair like a scared little bitch but you don’t care. Your squirting pussy is squelching loudly and you’re embarrassed for a second but soon the feeling is swept by the immense pleasure as you come with a shameless moan.
“Here we go,” Joel groans and keeps hitting your clit with the heel of his hand, his fingers flooded inside you. “Attagirl.”
When overstimulation hits you again, you gently push his soaked hand away. You’re a sight— cheeks wet with tears, thighs and pussy glistening and dripping.
“Woah,” Jack comments, gawking at his dad’s ‘work’.
You clumsily sit up on the wet bed and take in the mess — the soaked quilt under your ass and in front of your pussy, Joel’s forearm wet with you. Your cheeks and neck start burning.
“My god, Mr Miller, what have I done?” you whisper, panicking.
“Shhh, none of that, sweetie,” Joel pants like he’s just run a marathon and well, he’s given you so much pleasure it’s understandable.
“Go get ‘er a towel, Jack,” he commands. You don’t notice your boyfriend leave the room, your widened eyes still set on the big wet spot on the quilt, your hands clasped over your mouth.
“I’m sorry, Mr Miller,” you sob, emotions overwhelming you as you look at the man through tears of embarrassment.
“Jesus, darlin’, C’mere.” He scoops you and pulls you closer. You immediately nuzzle his broad chest, cuddling up to him and sniffling quietly in his embrace, enveloped by a cloud of his manly scent.
“Don’t you worry, sweetie. You did wonderful. So proud of you.”
“I’ll do your laundry, I promise.”
Joel squeezes you with his strong arms.
“Hell no, I’ll do it. I made a mess myself,” he chuckles and you pull back to see what he’s talking about. Only now you notice a dark stain on his grey sweatpants. Right over his crotch.
“Mr Miller,” you mumble, your eyes darting between his face and his wet bulge. “You..”
Joel squirms on the bed, scratching his scruffy cheek.
“Yeah.. embarrassin’. But when you came on my tongue…. You were…it was so hot. I couldn’t stop myself.”
Your lips spread into a grin— this big hot sex god busting a nut in his pants while eating you feels like a giant compliment.
You stare giddily at the cum spot, your tears dried up already. A naughty thought pops into your mind and feeling ballsy you purr,
“I wish I could help you clean this up.” You peer up at him, suggestively licking your lips. Joel takes a sharp breath, his gaze moving from your eyes to your mouth, until he whispers,
“You’d do that for the old man? ‘Fraid my cock’s covered in my load, too.”
Your heart’s almost jumping out of your chest, your eyes locked when you mutter,
“Why don’t you fuck it into me then?”
Mr Miller sighs like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard. He leans in, his hot breath fanning your lips, as he says,
“I want it so fuckin’ much, sweetie, you have no idea.”
You place your palm on his thick thigh and admit,
“I want it, too.”
Joel looks at your hand and then into your eyes. The next three words that fall from his lips make your throat tighten — “You are Jack’s.”
“What if I weren’t?” You’re not sure Mr Miller hears your question because he suddenly moves away from you, creating distance between you two.
“Couldn’t find a clean one,” Jack grunts, stomping into the room. He passes Joel and comes up to you, side-eyeing the big wet stain on the bed. When he gives you the towel you take it with shaky hands and fallen face.
“You ok?” Mr Miller asks while you’re drying your thighs. Not looking at him, you lie, “Yeah.”
In truth, you want to curl into a ball and cry. You want to stay, want him next to you, on top of you, inside you…
“Let’s go to my room. Thanks again, dad,” Jack throws to his father. Your boyfriend grabs your panties and shorts, and with the towel wrapped around your hips like a skirt, you follow him as he leads you to the door by the hand.
Before leaving you glance back and meet Joel’s eyes. They are pensive and sad.
Do we want a part 3 or …? 👀 Tell me your thoughts plssss loves!
Thank you for reading! Please, leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the story💞
hey bb ❤️❤️ I'll wish you a happy birthday properly when the time will come 😌😘
I love the way you write sub Joel, and i was wondering... may i suggest a sub Javi 👀 just the thought of him whimpering makes me weak 🫠
i was thinking maybe narcos era, at the brothel? 😍 (but if you prefer an established relationship, or a co worker situation, i'm all in too!)
thank you love 🥰🥰
Hi Honey! thanks for taking part in my silly little event, I'm so glad you did 🥹 And this request!!! downright delicious 🤤 I felt a little bit insecure about domming him for obvious reasons but in the end I had so much fun making a sub out of this man 🤭
I tried my best to give you a whimpering needy mess and I really hope you like it 😏
Love you dearly, you're such an amazing person and friend 🥹🫂
so here you go...
Good boy - sub!Javier Peña x dom!f!reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
WC: 5,4K
Summary: Javi is a regular at your brothel. He's always been dominant, but after a particularly tough day, he discovers, thanks to you, that letting go of power can be helpful for releasing tension and leaving worries behind, at least for a while.
Tags: sub!Javi, grumpy!Javi, soft dom!reader, reader is a sex worker, not described besides wearing a red dress and lacy lingerie and having pussy and breasts, initial failed sexual approach, massage, Javi is a tough nut to crack but we’re going to dom the guy 🙂↕️, everything is done with consent even if Javi grumbles a little at the beginning, spanking, light edging, handcuffing (Javi is tasting his own medicine 🤭), protected p in v (use of a condom), oral (both f and m receiving), rimming, facesitting (we're riding his mustache, yeehaw!), 69, nipple play, doggy style position, pet names, condescending tone (a lot of it hehehe), sorry I didn’t use Spanish, I’m really bad at it, maybe some feelings are lingering between them but we’re leaving them unlabeled.
A/N: When Milla sent this request I was a little bit nervous because Javier seemed harder to make a sub than Joel (I’m so comfortable with my grumpy old man being a good boy 🥰🤭) but actually, inspiration came pretty quickly and I was so excited! Milla, I hope I did a good job and that my Javi makes sense to you, even if I'm not so used to writing him, while you're really great at it ♥️
Thanks for sending me this lovely request, I had a lot of fun and I’m glad to have added Javi to my little collection of sub!PPCU characters ♥️
And huge thanks to @aurorawritestoescape for being my lovely beta, your opinion always means a lot to me but it meant even more in this case 🥰 English is not my first language, any mistakes is still on me!
I really hope you like it, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!
dividers by @/diviniyae
MASTERLIST | DRABBLE FOR V’S BIRTHDAY MASTERLIST
Javi is so pissed off tonight. You didn’t ask what happened, he never talks about his job anyway. He’s some kind of agent but you don’t know shit about details. He carries a gun and handcuffs, and he has a badge that you only ever saw fleetingly peeking out of his shirt pocket. At least you know he gave you his real name.
Something went wrong for sure because he hasn’t said a damn word since he entered your room, he’s smoking like a chimney even more than usual, his shoulders tense, his lips curved downward. He didn’t kiss you right away and didn’t wrap his strong arms around your waist to pull you close as soon as he saw you standing there in your pretty dress that shows off your cleavage and your legs.
He just sits there with rage painted all over his face.
“Javi…” you try to call him but he’s all in his head and doesn’t hear you.
He takes another cigarette from the pack and lights it up, throws the lighter on the bedside table, inhaling a long puff and absentmindedly blowing out the smoke.
You stay quiet, sitting on the bed next to him.
He huffs and pinches his nose, grunting something you don’t understand.
You wait longer, giving him space to get back to his senses.
“Maybe we should fuck now,” he mumbles at some point, putting out yet another cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.
“You sure? We can sit here in silence all night if you need that, I don’t mind”
Javi is one of your best clients, he never treated you like a whore, never made you feel like you didn’t deserve respect even when he fucked you rough, calling you his little slut. Whenever it came out of his mouth it was arousing more than degrading, unlike from many other men. Javi is mindful of you, he takes time for aftercare, kisses you gently and hugs you after pounding into you like a man possessed, your face pressed into the mattress and your ass up, spitting on your wet dripping hole.
“Yeah. I’m sure,” he gruffs.
“Okay…so…how do you want me?”
“Take off your dress and lie on the bed”
You do, slipping out of your pretty red dress you bought thanks to his last payment.
He straddles you, still fully clothed except for his shoes that he took off when he entered and his holster that's lying on the bedside table now.
His face is still upset, he’s not focused on you, and you can see that.
His hands start roaming your body, fingertips running down your chest, pinching at your nipples through your bra, weighing your breasts in his palms. He squeezes them, like he’s trying to keep himself grounded but you can clearly see how absent he is as if he were a million miles away from your room.
He doesn’t even look at you with the usual “I want to swallow you whole” expression he always has on his face whenever he touches you, his eyes wandering somewhere between the headboard and your pillow, right above your head.
It’s not working at all.
“Javi…”
“Let me do my thing,” he snarls while he’s desperately trying to connect with his feelings. His hands feel like someone’s else’s, hasty, trembling, inattentive.
“It will never work. And this is not your thing, this is bullshit,” you observe.
It doesn’t turn you on. It doesn’t even make you feel a little shiver down your spine and that’s very unlikely for Javi.
He’s great at fucking.
His cock is still soft beneath his pants.
You fear he’s about to yell at you but Javi drops his arms to his sides, sighing.
“Fuck, you’re right,” he admits, his lips twisted into a grimace.
There’s too much crowding in his head, you know that. He never failed to get hard as a rock as soon as he started touching you.
“It’s okay, babe, you need to relax and clear your mind,” you suggest.
“Yeah…you have some ideas how to do that?” His voice is more skeptical than you expected, almost ironic.
“Actually, yes, I have an idea,” you reply firmly.
He raises one of his brows at you and you feel a little offended. He doesn’t trust you? What’s with that?
“Let me try…” you propose and he grunts again, moving from above your body and sitting up on the bed.
As much as you don't like his attitude, you sit behind him and begin massaging his shoulders, speaking to him in a gentle tone. Prodding him and responding in kind wouldn't do any good now, you would only make him more tense and angry. And you know better than that.
“You had an awful day, am I right?” you softly whisper in his right ear while your hands move to his back, feeling strong muscles contracted beneath your fingers. It's as taut as a violin string. You work on a knot, trying to untie it, while he replies, annoyed, "Calling it awful is an understatement."
Jesus, he’s such a grump when he wants to be.
“I’m sorry about that, is there something you wanna talk about?” You offer and he says no.
Of course. He’s not sharing any detail with you tonight either.
“Okay fine, Mr Agent…think you wanna get rid of this shirt?”
“Yeah, I can do that.” He unbuttons his pink shirt and throws it on a chair next to your bed.
You place your hand back on his shoulders, his body hot and lightly sweaty from the outside heat.
You massage some more, enjoying the feeling of it under your palms, caressing over his scars and freckles scattered across his amber skin.
His tension starts fading but you can still see his jaw clenched and his neck vein bulging.
“So I was thinking…what if you let me take the lead tonight and make all the decisions for you?”
“You think this will work?” He chuckles mockingly.
Javi is definitely a dom. He usually comes to you two times a week and he is the one in charge every time you have sex.
You fucked in every position, he called you every sort of names and pet names, he took your pussy and puckered hole more times you can count, he licked and rubbed and sucked and bit every inch of your body.
He never dropped his power, though.
“I think it will,” you coo, trying to make it sound inviting for him. “Think about it, you lie here and you let me do all the work, the only thing you’ll do is cum for me. Isn’t that great?”
“Um…” he mutters, “I’m not sure, I like being in control.”
“Well, you’ve never tried it… you make decisions all day, right? You face danger all day, even, isn’t that true? Maybe you’ll find that giving up power is nice. Therapeutic, even.”
He chuckles, not looking at you, but a more relaxed, amused expression appears on his face, his eyes softening.
“Well, your pussy has been therapeutic many times. But I don't know how much it would help me now… control makes me feel safe,” he confesses.
“You can trust me…You know me, I won't do anything you don’t want.”
Silence fills the room for a while. Javi is thinking, you could swear you hear his brain working and considering his options.
He didn’t get hard in the slightest, despite your half naked body ready for him to play with and the both of you are aware this is a problem.
He sighs, dropping his shoulders in resignation. “Okay, let’s try”
“I bet you’ll enjoy this,” you coo, tracing his neck with the pad of your fingers, caressing the soft skin over his pulse point.
“You need a safe word, just in case,” you say and Javi smirks “you’re taking it so seriously.”
“Well, it’s serious, told you I don’t want to do anything you don’t want.”
His lopsided smile dances on his lips and he replies, “Bogotá.”
“Ok. Finish undressing for me. You can keep your boxers on for now,” you order, taking over the mantle. “Lie down on the bed when you’re done.”
He gets up to undo his pants, under your watchful gaze. He lowers them to his ankles and takes them off, placing them on the chair next to his shirt. Underneath, he’s wearing tight black boxers that accentuate the shape of his cock. It’s still soft but no less imposing. Javi is thick, long, slightly curved to the right, tip darker than the rest of it, a little cute happy trail and a thick bush of dark hair at the base that he keeps neat and trimmed. In two words, downright delicious. One of the most beautiful cocks you’d ever seen. You know it well by now, know every way to drive him crazy.
You know he loves being the center of attention, loves feeling you gurgle around his shaft, you know he always squirms when he feels the back of your throat, and you know every grunt he makes as you suck his tip. You know he loves making you come with his mouth, licking you and fucking you with his tongue while he keeps you trapped on the bed, his hands digging into your thighs. You know he loves hearing you beg for him and call his name, you know he bucks his hips on the bed to relieve himself, too impatient to wait to be inside you, but he always hold back before he explodes because he loves doing that deep inside your pussy, even though he’s wearing a condom, and you'd always been adamant about that. You'd allowed him the extra-thin ones because you, too, love feeling his throbbing veins against your walls.
You know when he’s about to come and his jaw goes slack, his mouth agape, his eyes shut tight and his whole body tense with a last thrust that makes you wail.
You know he loves taking you from behind and play with your tits sometimes, and he loves to suck on your nipples when you’re under him.
He loves making you come over and over again while he presses your toy to your clit and works his way inside you with two or three of his thick fingers, scissoring and rubbing your special spot.
Always in control, always deciding what you two have to do, always taking the lead, aware of your body and what you like.
He’s becoming more than a client to you. You won’t make the mistake of dreaming about something romantic, you don’t really know who he really is outside this brothel. Knowing a person sexually doesn’t mean you are aware of his every nuance. On top of that, you never trusted a cop. He feels quite different from the others though, and you know how much he’s struggling now, the storm raging deep in his chest and you’re more than willing to try to calm him down.
“On all fours, darling,” you order.
Javi looks at you as if you’ve said something crazy, that skeptical eyebrow still cocked.
“What’s the matter? You want to disobey your mistress already?” you challenge him, hands on your hips, your chin proudly raised, your eyes shooting at him.
His jaw tightens, he doesn’t say anything, but you can see on his face how much he doesn’t like being bossed around. He’s a tough nut to crack. But that doesn’t scare you; in fact, you love a challenge.
He reluctantly climbs onto the bed, positioning himself as you commanded.
“Good boy” you beam and his neck snaps, looking back at you, fire in his eyes.
You know he wants to say something but you hold his gaze boldly and he bites back his words.
You can’t deny that you're enjoying teasing him, in fact, you indulge in it, adding, "Pull up that cute little ass, I want to see it properly."
He grunts, bending his elbows on the mattress, lifting his hips.
You hear him mutter, "This is ridiculous," thinking you can't hear him.
But oh, you heard him so well.
“Mmm that attitude needs to be fixed, I think you deserve being spanked,” you tell him “how does that sound?”
He nods, still not quite sure what he's doing.
You move closer to the bed, placing a hand on his ass cheek, caressing it over his boxers, before lifting your palm and letting it fall into a spanking as hard as you can.
“Fuck!” He lets out “this hurt!”
“Wanna use your safe word already?”
“No,” He answers stubbornly. You know he doesn't want to look like a crybaby. He's a tough guy, a cop, he chases criminals.
He can survive a couple of spanks from you.
He tries to change position, lowering his hips a little bit and you scold him “Nuh huh, none of that, stay still for me”
He grumbles in the back of his throat but does what you say.
You wait for the pain to turn into tingling and heat, and then pleasure, before doing it again. The second spank lands harder than the first.
Javi lets out another grunt, gritting his teeth, until his jaw slowly begins to unclench. He's still tense, but less so than before, and he's finally focused on you.
The third spank makes him moan, no matter how hard he tries to hold it in.
“Mmm start liking it, huh?” You gush and he finally falters “maybe… yes”
You giggle at his admission. “I knew that, sweet boy. Let’s see how sore you got”
You slowly pull his boxers down to his ankles, revealing his reddened skin underneath. “It’s not bad, but we can do better.”
You spank him again right after and despite his snarl, he’s getting hard.
You can see his cock swelling and starting to rise and your mouth water.
“Here you go…” you comment grazing it with your fingertips “see? You’re doing so well, baby”
Javi is stiff, not giving away how much he likes it and you’re not surprised. It’s his first time being a sub.
He sees other sex workers, you know that, but you’re pretty sure he’d never done this before.
“I…fuck, yeah, it’s working, give me more”
“Mmm haven’t heard the right word, baby…”
Javi rolls his eyes.
“Go on with this attitude and you’ll get nothing” you cross your arms over your chest, waiting.
“Please…” he mutters.
But you’re not pleased yet.
“Say it again. Louder.”
“Please!”
“That’s better” you nod and spank him again.
He moans again, more eager than before. He sounds needy, and you like it.
Beads of sweat are glistening on his back, you bite your lower lips at the thought of how he might taste now.
It’s not time yet, you want him desperate and begging you like he means it.
“You can lie down now,” you order.
His ass cheek is flame red and a little swollen, he groans when he changes position.
Your room is dimly illuminated, it always is, cozy lamps on the side of the bed to create some atmosphere for your clients. You wish it was brighter tonight, too see him better, to catch his every squirm, his every change of expression.
He waits, lying on your sheets, still panting slightly.
“Roll on, now, let me see that pretty cock.”
When he turns you can see how hard he is, his impatient tip is leaking, his veins engorged, you can see him itching for you to touch it, to have some relief.
You smirk, cooing, “aw, look at that, you need some help, baby boy? Want me to take care of your pretty cock?”
He nods and says “Yes. Please.” Good thing he doesn’t dare reach for his cock with his own hand.
“You’re a fast learner. Good.”
You sit on the bed and take his cock. He hisses and you know he’s trying so hard not to buckle his hips, you can feel the tension in his body. You’re stroking him, slowly and gently.
You smile “don’t move, pretty boy. You’re going to take what I give to you. And no more bossy attitude. I’m the boss here, is that clear?”
“Yeah,” he surrenders “it is.”
Javi is finally yours to play with. You lick your lips.
“Where are your handcuffs?”
“Right pocket in my pants.”
You get up and he cries at the loss of your hand on his dick, which makes you smile proudly while taking the restraints out of his pocket.
You return to the bed, holding them with two fingers and swinging them.
“Do you have the key for these?”
“Yeah..” he mutters, already squirming on the bed for what you’re about to do.
“Okay. So, wanna try?”
“I… yes”
“Yes? Think you’re ready?”
“I am… yes”
You smile, reaching for his arms, bringing them above his head, slightly bent so that his wrists are joined. When you handcuff him, Javier shivers at the cold metal closing over his skin.
“Tasting your own medicine, aren’t you?”
He doesn’t say anything but you can see need painted all over his face and his cock is impossibly hard.
You taking full control is arousing for him even if he isn’t saying it out loud.
You’re going to make him. The thrill of the challenge goes straight to your clit, a wave of pleasure runs through you and dampens your panties.
Panties you wore especially for him, lacy and black with a little red bow and a matching bra.
You know he likes them.
His eyes are wandering over your body, they’re darker and filled with lust.
“You look so perfect like this…all nice and ready for me.”
You take back his cock in your hand after spitting on your palm and start stroking him slowly again, making sure to graze every throbbing vein, deliberately avoiding the tip.
Javi twitches, handcuffs clanking, his hips involuntary buckling, biting down hard on his lips to try to hold back his moans.
“Aw let out those pretty sounds, honey,” you purr, speeding up the pace of your hand. “I wanna hear how much you’re liking it.”
His velvety skin slides up and down, lewd and squelching in your hand, his thickness filling it completely.
He looks at you desperately, watery eyes, mouth agape but still silent, until you graze his tip, gathering his precum, smearing it al over his shaft. And then Javi moans. He moans once, twice, three times in a crescendo, sounds bouncing off the walls of your room.
He never moaned before, he grunts, he grumbles, he calls you baby and slut and filthy bunny, sometimes he uses Spanish, but he never moans.
And you’re loving the sound of it.
“Oh baby, look at this pretty cock, all drippy for me, you need your mistress to make you feel better, don’t you?” You beam, pitiful and condescending the exact same way he does with you.
And he begs. “P-please, please make me cum,” his voice cracked and hoarse.
“Mmm not yet, darling…I know, it feels good to be at my mercy, doesn't it? Yeah, look at this mess you’ve made, you’re so wet…but you’re gonna cum when I say it, like a good boy. You wanna be good boy for me, yeah?”
His tip is swollen, red and angry under your touch, as you’re swirling your finger on his slit, spreading precum all over, grazing the underside of his cock from time to time, pumping him so fast you’re pretty sure he’s on the edge.
You lower your face and kitten lick his slit and Javi whines so hard you get even more wet, panties ruined, the material stuck to your folds that reveals the shape of your pussy.
You stop right before he cums and he whines, he whines like a baby who lost his favorite toy.
“Told you it wasn’t time yet, honey” you shrug and he grumbles. You giggle, caressing his sweaty cheek “awww baby, don’t be upset, you just have to wait a little bit, you know. You don’t want me to stop playing with you, right? Tell me if you do.”
He pushes a “no” out of his lips, shaking his head.
“Yeah, you want more, I knew it… give me a kiss”
You lower towards him and gently leave a peck on his lips, before diving in and pulling him into a deeper kiss, his neck craned, his body shivering asking for more attention. His mustache deliciously rubs your upper lip, his tongue frantically search for yours, your lips perfectly fitted together.
He tastes like smoke and whiskey and something uniquely his that always makes your knees feel like jelly.
He’s so good at kissing.
Many men are too hasty, some suck too much, bite too much, drool too much. He does none of that. His lips are slightly chapped sometimes but still inviting, luscious and incredibly skilled.
With him, kissing has become one of your favorite foreplays, and it never was before.
You break the kiss to look at him, his eyes are shiny, the crease between his eyebrows is deeper, his lower lip trembles to have you back as he mutters “why?”
“Because… my pretty boy…” you smirk, your hand yanking at the hair on the base of his neck, “I got a nice a idea.”
He looks pretty pathetic at the moment and you’ve never seen him this way before but it’s so pleasing, as much as you love him being a dom.
You take off your panties and throw them next to him, then stand on the bed, straddling him. Javi is confused, not knowing what to expect. At the same time, he can't take his eyes off your wet pussy. You wink at him and whisper, "You're going to enjoy this," before advancing towards his face.
A glimmer of realization lights up his eyes, and he smiles saying “yeah… pretty sure about it.”
You lower your hips until they're an inch from his face, your naked pussy just above his lips and nose. "Say you want nothing more than my pussy. Say you’re my slut tonight.”
"I-," he hesitates, his domming part still resurfacing “I want…”
“What? Say it out loud,” you instruct him.
“I want nothing more than your pussy, please. I’m your slut tonight,” he says it all in one breath, a frown on his face, perhaps afraid you might have second thoughts. You don't think he's ashamed of being submissive anymore, not when he's so close to your cunt, not when it's practically dripping all over him and a small flick of his tongue would be enough to taste you. It's funny, now he sees it as a reward when all the other times he'd order you and you'd silently comply.
“I’m glad to hear that, sweetie, you’re such a good puppy,” you praise him, smiling mischievously.
A second later, you lower yourself, covering his face.
His tongue doesn't wait, darting out and beginning to greedily lick your folds.
“Fuck! Your tongue was made for this” you purr, in absolute ecstasy.
His mustache tickles your skin so deliciously, offering extra stimulation, and now it’s your turn to moan loudly. He feels so divine, you can’t help it.
He licks down your slit and moves up again to your clit, taking it into his mouth.
You would love for him to take a handful of your ass but he can’t and judging by the way he’s wiggling his tied up wrists he wishes he could touch you more than anything. Seeing him struggle is hot. You peek behind your back for a moment and his cock is still hard as a rock, leaking profusely. Your mouth waters at the sight, eager to put it back between your lips.
“Jesus…” you breath at him sucking on your clit, his lips sealed on your bundle of nerves, he grunts against it, sending a wave of pleasure through your body, goosebumps erupting on your skin.
Your hands are anchored to the headboard, your hips rocking into his face, pressing down, his nose soaked in your juices, his whiskers glistening, your essence sliding down his chin.
“Just like that, puppy, keep going - GOD - make your mistress proud.”
His eyes are closed but you can tell he’s so focused on you now, like nothing else.
You knew you had some tricks up your sleeve and they’re working perfectly.
His tongue is now fucking your dripping hole.
“That’s what you needed, huh? You needed my pussy to make you feel better?”
He groans against you and you tease him even more “yeah, I know, darling and it’s - FUCK - it’s your lucky day, cause I’m thinking about taking your cock back in my mouth since you started.”
You detach from him to turn around, getting rid of your bra, wantonly whispering “yeah, we’re gonna make a 69 out of this” and the way he cries at the loss of you makes you even more eager.
He’s so enthralled by you he can’t even reply, he just whines and moans pathetically.
He now has your puckered hole on full display along with your pussy and you know he couldn’t have asked for any better.
He gets to use his mouth again, lustfully swiping between your two holes, his flat tongue lapping at both, your hips swaying just right, pushing into his face.
You lean to take his cock back into your mouth, moaning on his shaft, taking as much as you can in, just the way you know he likes it, gurgling a bit until your jaw adjusts and his tip is hitting the back of your throat, your nose grazing at his bush.
He’s a whimpering mess, the metallic sound of the handcuffs has grown louder, he's so desperate to touch you that for a moment you consider freeing him. You miss his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, leaving bruises that you chuckle at in the mirror the next day.
But not yet. Thinking of this, you raise yourself slightly, holding his cock at the base with one hand, sucking the pre-cum from its tip, one of your hands caressing his balls, gently squeezing them, your nipples grazing his tummy and giving you that extra thrill that’s making your head light.
He’s thrusting his tongue into you as you drip all over his face.
Your orgasm builds in your lower tummy, you’re right on the edge as he’s rimming your puckered hole and then he reaches your clit again and that’s what sends you in a rapture.
You cum so hard your voice cracks as you wail and push your hips down into his face.
He doesn’t stop, licking your folds, guiding you through your peak, your whole body shaking against him, your hands fisting at the sheets underneath you.
“God… this was so fucking hot,” you moan, trying to regain your normal breath, lying down on his lap, your cheek resting on his leg.
He stays quiet for a while, just waiting for you to calm down, your fingers lazily drawing circles on his hairy thigh.
“Please…” he begs “please make me cum, please.”
“Aw, darling” you purr, before reaching for his cock again, running your tongue over his throbbing veins. “You wanna cum so badly, aren’t you? Wanna cum in my mouth, pumpkin?”
He just mumbles with a throaty voice “pussy… p-please” and you giggle “that’s what I thought”
You reach for his pants again, rummaging through his pockets for the key and return to the bed to remove the handcuffs. His wrists are red and his arms must be numb. When you remove them, he rubs his wrists, letting out a small groan of pain.
"Poor little thing, you were so good...” taking his wrists and kissing them.
“You deserve a reward," you concede, leaning closer and licking the tip of his nose. You take a condom from your drawer and open the wrapper. Javi looks at you impatiently, hungrily, full of desire. You expertly unroll it over his still hard cock.
“Here you go baby, now move behind me, I want you to fuck me in doggy…your favorite.”.
Javi immediately gets up, settling into the position you ordered and finally his hands fly to your hips, gripping them, as he lines up with your entrance, your pussy fluttering right before his eyes.
“God, you’re so beautiful” he says, almost barking.
“Show me how good you are, pretty boy,” you tease.
He pushes the tip in, starting to stretch you out, inch by inch, even though you're so wet he could fit in one quick thrust.
He usually makes you beg, because he knows how much you love feeling him sink slowly inside you, feeling his shaft stretching you and your hole welcoming him, swallowing him whole.
You feel his hips shaking with need until he can’t hold it back anymore and he buckles into you, making you gasp when his tip hits your gummy spot, the one that always makes you see stars.
“Christ…” you moan “move. Move for your mistress, baby, fuck me hard”
And he does. He starts to roll his hips, reaching your special spot again and again, thrusting into you so deeply only moans are coming out of your mouth.
“I need to feel your tits, please, please I need it so bad” he asks, not smugly, not cocky, just softly as a puppy who begs for his prize.
You get up, your back against his sweaty chest, as he immediately grabs at your breasts, filling his palms and starting to knead.
“Holy fuck, yes, yes baby, touch me, play with my nipples” you urge.
His fingers pull and pinch and twist your hardened buds, while his cock keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass.
“Fuck me, Javi, come deep in my pussy.”
He lets out an animalistic growl and one of his hands flies to your clit and starts flicking it, while the other one keeps feasting on your tit.
“You’re gripping me so hard…” he moans and bites down on your skin, leaving a mark where your neck and shoulders meet.
“It’s so fucking good… so good for me, baby mmm cum for me.”
He’s been holding back so much he explodes as soon as you give him permission and you can feel his cock twitch hard inside you, his tips kissing that spot again and another orgasm mounts in you as he spams desperately into your soaking wet pussy.
“I’m about to come…” you rasp and his hand keeps working on your clit, his fingers pinching your nipple and his cock ruts into you until you clamp down on him like you’re trying to choke his cock, your juices running down his length and onto his balls.
You collapse down on the bed, out of breath, exhausted, his weight pressing you against the mattress, his dick still deep inside you.
He pulls out and sits up to carefully remove the condom, ties it up, and throws it in the wastebasket next to the nightstand.
“Come back to me, pumpkin” you whine “hold me tight.”
He does, pulling you close and embracing you, your head resting on his chest as he strokes your hair and leaves little kisses on your forehead.
You stay like this until you come down completely from your peak, and his chest stops rising and falling rapidly beneath your head.
“So, what do you think? Is it that bad to be my sub?”
“No, I have to admit…it was nice… and it helped, my head is clear now…only full of your pussy…” he jokes.
Whatever problem he had is so far away from him right now and you couldn’t be more happy.
You laugh, raising your eyes to meet his.
His face is relaxed and he’s smiling beautifully.
“You should smile more often, it looks good on you” you tell him softly, stretching your neck to kiss him.
He chuckles right on your lips. “Maybe I should, at least when I’m with you.”
You don't know what the two of you are, you don't know what you feel right now, and you don't want to analyze it, label it, and ask for more than you can get from him.
You are sure of one thing, though. Javi is a man of few words, always has been, but you know how to get him to say the right ones.
a lot of fics fuck up angel grace stuff. canon fucks it up too because of dabb era nerfing angels even more than carver era did so let's break this down.
angel grace recharges. we know this from lucifer's arc in s13. it recharged because he still had some of his original grace left. cas' grace only faded in seasons 9 and 10 because it wasn't HIS grace. once he had his own grace back, it should've recharged just like anael's did after she shared her grace with lucifer. if we follow the original lore of angel grace, there is no "wasting grace" or need to recharge. there is no exception to that until the concept of stolen grace comes into play.
cas should've been fully powered again.
my hc is that chuck was suppressing cas' power in later seasons, especially in s15 when we see him struggle to heal someone. that's not grace fading, that's god himself being a hater.
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